#oh this also applies if a man having a pussy and ONLY a pussy is your 'excuse' for being a lesbian sexually obsessed with some guy on tv

[biracy]

Bat at a hornet's nest maybe but if the way you make some fictional man "like a girl to you"/"more babygirl"/whatever is by talking about him like he has a pussy/is trans/whatever, that's weird. I can't really elaborate my feelings on this 100% but I see it pretty often and it's weird

[venmondiese]

A KING’S FAREWELL

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-ˋˏsummary: As King Aegon II prepares to fight at Rook Rest, you accompany him before he departs.

✧Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Female Reader.

✧word count: 2k

✧Warnings: : MDNI 18+, p in v, fluff and angst, reader is aegon's mistress, slight foreshadowing to aegon's fate, aegon depressed for jaehaerys.

✧NOTE: i saved these from drafts, this was supposed to come out after episode 4, so all the events are from ep 4.

AEMOND'S PARALLEL ONE SHOT: A prince's farewell

“Fuck” he grunts, as his hips pound into yours, again and again. Aegon was a greedy man, and you were his favourite thing ever. 

Perhaps it was your gentleness to him that nobody else cared to show to him, or maybe it was your beauty. Not even he could know why you had him wrapped around your finger.

He knew one thing; he loved your cunt. 

As the carriage goes on and on, the King just pounds into your pussy, fucking you hard as your little wanton moans fill the carriage. He is King, and he will do whatever he wants, even if that means fucking his mistress whenever, wherever and however he wants.

Right now, it was you accommodated on the seats of the carriage, trying to hold onto the walls, the pillows, anything, as his cock entered again and again.

“Fuck, Aegon-” your little whine turns him on so badly, he grits his teeth as he practically hisses, feeling your cunt clenching around him so hard, it was driving him insane. 

Aegon was a hungry man, and he loved the pleasures of the flesh. There was probably nothing you haven’t done with him, and it pleased him very much. He loved you for it, and you loved him as well.

“I want to hear you moaning my name while I fuck this sweet dripping cunt” he mutters, picking up the speed as the lewd words fall from his lips naturally.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoing on the carriage, his hips rut more and more animalistic against yours. His hand is curled against your hip, applying the right amount of pleasure to keep you still, fucking you as you take his cock. 

“Aegon… Oh, gods…” Your moans are delight for his ears, as he groans and moans. He has never been one to be silent when fucking; he never held any sound for himself, more so when he knew you like hearing him as he liked hearing you. 

He was obsessed with every part from you. Your body, the curves of your ass, the way they sway invitingly for him, your breasts, your cunt… But, also, your mind. Aegon has never truly loved someone’s mind, and it was an odd yet comforting new feeling. 

“Fuck, you feel divine” Aegon says, biting his lower lip, as he increases his pace as he pounds into you. 

“My King, we have arrived-”

“Not now” He grunts as the servant tries to open the door of the carriage. 

You can hear the little sounds of the carriage moving, creaking at the weight and movements, Aegon’s hand roaming on your flesh as his shaft is deep inside you, and by the way you moan, your mouth wide open as your eyes are closed shut, the little drool falling from your lips… Aegon knows you are about to cum, feeling your tight cunt clenching around him, making him follow your release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” your desperate noises are a delight for his ears, only serving to fuel his orgasm. 

“Yes, just like that” he snarls, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he cums as well, groaning in delight as he comes inside you. He holds you still; as his hips slowly try to move deeper and deeper inside you, as his cum fill your womb.

You both were used to trying to make each other presentable, as he tries to comb and flatten your hair aftermath, and you pulled his breeches up for him, making sure his belt is not open and such. It was lovely, you realise, and it was something so familiar for both. 

It is your duty to entertain him as he is being equipped with the armour. The very same that the conqueror used at his time, and you smile fondly at him, trying to let his mind wander and not making him drown himself on wine before riding Sunfyre.

“Come” Aegon says as the Dragon keepers take Sunfyre out, pulling you closer to the dragon, and you chuckle a bit. Sunfyre wasn’t massive as you thought, but he was beautiful. 

The dim lights that entered the pit made his scales shine, as he was quick to come closer to Aegon and try to boop him with his nose and snuggle his head into his chest.

Aegon laughed, as he lets go of your hand to caress Sunfyre a bit more. It’s genuine. He’s happy, meeting his dragon, as Sunfyre plays some playful antics for his rider. You think it’s rather cute.

“He doesn’t bite” Aegon say, extending his hand and you slowly take it. You don’t doubt that he can, but you are sure he won’t.

“I’m pretty sure he can”

“He won’t bite you” He corrects himself as he rolls his eye, but you giggle. 

His scales are unsurprisingly warmer than you thought, as Aegon is still hugging him softly, smiling as he sees you caress his nose softly. Sunfyre seems to like your attention. A beautiful dragon -the most beautiful- was used to attention, you thought, but he craved yours, apart from Aegon’s. You smiled as you look at Aegon so comfortably hugging Sunfyre.

“He reminds me of you” you say softly “Craving my attention” your hand moves away but Sunfyre is quick to follow your touch, asking for more. “A needy thing”

Aegon smirks, looking at Sunfyre begging for more. “Always. When it comes to you. Sunfyre can feel it as well”

It was a soothing fact. Of course, being the King’s favourite had its privileges. Great dresses and position at court, for your kin as well. Your father knew well what he did, sending you to be one of Helaena’s ladies in waiting, as you later realized his motives. Yet still, Queen Helaena was so beloved, adored by everyone that it made you look bad. For stealing her husband from her. You didn’t hate her one bit, how could you? She was beloved to you as well, and she never had problems with you around. She was kind, and as mysterious as she was to everyone. You always felt bad until she reassured you the contrary, that she didn’t mind and she held no other love than sibling love to Aegon.

You smiled at Aegon. 

“Convenient” it were your words that had him smirk faintly, as he didn’t seem quite ready yet. 

You knew him well, to see the expression of his face, all his doubts, fears and expectations. He craves to be good. And to your eyes, he was more than perfect. But to your pity, that view didn’t extend to many people. 

As he gets ready, you take the helmet from the squire’s hands, and follow him from behind as he walks over to Sunfyre, who sings softly in the way that Dragons can. It’s melodic and beautiful, you soon realize. Aegon sings too, when he was drunk, or when he was in a good mood. When he was with you and….

Well, when he was with his kids. Now, you heard him sing with his only kid. You remember it, as Helaena was inconsolable; you played with Jaehaera and helped her to be the innocent little girl she was. Aegon, after finishing the business with both the golden cape and the Rat catchers, came to see her. So unlike him, yet he just sat Jaehaera on his lap and took Balerion on his fingers and played with her, singing some songs as they played without any words. 

You were a stranger to his family. You knew it. Yet you settled in, strangely. A friend to the mother, a weird aunt to the kids and a lover to the father. It isn’t like you don’t enjoy it. 

“You look adorable in that armour, though” you say smiling, taking a step back to watch him. He was extremely cute like that. The conqueror should have been taller, you imagine him as tall as Aegon’s grandsire. And Aegon wasn’t so tall, but you adored that

“I am supposed to be fearsome, not adorable” he says, moving to grab his cup of wine again.

You shrug, taking the cup from his hands and gulping the wine yourself. 

“Well, between you and Sunfyre, you’d make a beautiful pair. Fearsome… can be arranged for other occasion”

Aegon scoffs, taking the helmet with the conqueror’s crown on it, and he hesitates before pulling it on. 

“Wait, don’t be a brute” you say taking it from his hands. You were the only one to talk to the King like that, bossing him around as if nothing and he’ll follow your every whim as Kings follow the Gods.

You make him lean his head a bit as you accommodate his short and platinum hair, helping him to put it on the helmet on his head as you can hear Sunfyre sing on the back, waiting for Aegon. 

“I have a perfect view of your tits right now” he says, you can practically hear the smirk on his face, his head on the perfect angle to see your tits pressed tightly on your dress.

“I believe you do”

Once the helmet was on, you watched him with an endearing smile. It was so unlike him, to wear armour when he wasn’t a skilled fighter as Aemond was. But as the King, he repeated again and again that a Ruler should be fighting by his men's side, not cowering on a castle and waiting for the job to be done. 

“Be careful” you say to him, almost afraid. Aegon knows of the womanly worries, a Helaena had asked him the same: to be safe. 

“I’ll be. Sunfyre is there to protect me.” He says, trying to be nonchalant. 

“I know he’ll protect you, and you’ll protect him” 

Aegon nods, a bit lost in thought. “I want for them to trust me. I will fight by their side, and fight for my claim. I will learn how to be a proper ruler”

You nod, your hand searching the skin that his armour let out. You soothe him, and he allows himself to be vulnerable for you. “You’ll be."

"No one believes I do. My mother, my council, my grandsire... even Aemond..." It seems that the betraying of his brother is what hurts him the most. Even if Aemond was his political headache as of late, he was still his brother.

"You have me by your side. You have Helaena and Jaehaera-”

“Protect them” he interrupts you. “If anything, shall ever- If they come back…”

You understand his worry. Blood and Cheese. Even if both killers were dead, he was talking about the Blacks.

“I’ll do” you promise. “I’ll be with Jaehaera. And I’ll sing her the songs that you sang to her, so she doesn’t feel lonely”

“She has lost her twin. She will be forever lonely” he says, a bit gloomily.

You remain quiet for some moments. Aegon was different since that night, and you saw it on him every day. You held him as he cried, you comforted Helaena and Jaehaera. But Aegon just drank himself numb to forget the pain of his little son murdered.

“She has you” you remind him. “And I swear to you, by the old gods and the new, that I won’t let anything happen to Jaehaera. Anything. I promise”

That seems to calm him. “And I promise to comeback” he says walking closer to Sunfyre’s mount. “Even if it is with a few ugly scratches”

You roll your eyes amused, and look at his face. “You’ll be handsome even with some scratches.” you insist, as if the idea disgusts him, yet he is willing to get some scars to prove himself. “And I’ll take your hand as the Maester cures them. And I’ll kiss the little marks to make sure they heal”

Aegon smiles, looking at you as he leans to kiss your cheek. A tender gesture from him; Aegon wasn’t afraid to show displays of affection, at least not with you. You knew that Helaena wasn’t fond of them, but with you and his kids, he’ll make sure you are pampered in love. 

“Thanks for the words. They are well appreciated, and your love is all I needed. And this proper farewell too.” 

You smile, nodding as he climbs Sunfyre. It is not the first time you have seen the dragon; he once took you on flights, and the other time you had helped him to get Jaehaerys and Jaehaera on the mount, making sure they won’t fall, as they squirmed excitedly. 

“Pray for our win.” He says loudly, looking down at your figure “For the throne shall be ours, and for good” 

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[anantaru]

cw. [ex]plicit, forbidden romance, passionate haithie, fem! reader

the lingering thought of living through a forbidden romance with alhaitham.

“we shouldn't be doing this but it feels so good,” while you exchange deep breaths, eyes misted with a delirious glow.

right now, nothing seemed important enough for you to muffle your cries and heaves, as it was the only way to vocalize your feeling.

but a piercing reservation for this relationship was always there.

the irremediable sorrow of what would happen if you do get caught, if someone sees you steal a couple more kisses, brush your hands together lightly when you walk past each other. it's present, that haunted look on your face, and it was impossible to cure it as it overcame you with a shaded gloom, casted above you as it applied layer after layer of unsettling emotions.

yet your heart twists when you feel him kiss you again, again— and again, as if alhaitham silently sensed how you were giving yourself to the negatives parts of your secret relationship that actually contributed to many positive instances in your life.

"i hate it, so much," that hurt, you realized, to say it out loud and feel it hang above your head, "i hate it so much, it pains me!" to voice your emotions to him too— as if it didn't kill him as well.

but you close your eyes now, your lashes shining with a threat of tears, attempting to ignore the wounds inside of you and go back to focus on what was right now, towering before you. it being alhaitham, the man you loved, so fucking much, pleasing you to his heart’s content.

the scribe traces your muscles with his fingertips before pulling himself in you again, his lips parted and glistening on top of yours. everything considered, there was a strange, almost insatiable sort of pleasure bundling inwardly, he simply never looked at you like this before.

"oh? you're still concerned someone might hear us?"

"no, I'm not," you avert your gaze in denial, but the bitterness on your facial features told the entire story to his sharp pair of eyes. you suddenly close your arms around his neck so you could kiss— and better, shut him up, so that alhaitham would also forget about your panicked outburst and resort back to filling you with pleasure.

"good, me neither, i couldn't give a damn anymore."

"what—" this was probably one of the most miserable dirty talk sessions in history of such— if you can even call that awkward conversation that.

alhaitham silently hooks his fingers under your hips before pulling you off and on him, repeatedly, but this time faster as your lower body automatically arched upwards so he could move you on and off his cock in the most pleasurable, precise way. to have your sweet cunt split by his girth—it's maddening and you feel him throb inside of you as he drags himself against your warm walls, luxuriating in the softness of your pussy.

alhaitham slumps into your body, "i-don't-care-anymore-" and at each full throated groan, he spills a new word to complete his sentence.

now, everything had gotten more hot— scorchingly hot but cold too, precisely all at once and at the same time, your creamy walls being rubbed with passionate rolls of his cock as his pelvis hits yours.

everything between your thighs retorted to feeling swollen and well used, your hips sore enough to give up but you did not want to, not now, not ever, not when there was nothing that made you feel as good and free as this.

yes, alhaitham made you feel free, like you could achieve anything in life and have him by your side at the same time.

in the course of this, you close your eyes before begging him to kiss you again, uncontrollably make out with you until your lips would strain and hurt. and alhaitham notices, pushes deeper in, so deep that his shaft had been entirely webbed in your liquids and made them ooze out whenever he pulled his cock out.

he does it with such ease, like he's meant to do this, "i don't care whether people will spread rumors," and presses his lips on top of yours, muffling.

"because there's only one person i care about."

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[eustasskidagenda]

anon asked: Hi! I just read your Kid, Zoro, Law & Sanji hc with a s/o afraid of having sex and I just loved it! Your writing is amazing and I really enjoyed it. I struggle with vaginismus so I pretty much know how stressful this situation could be. But I’m actually curious to request you the same hc but with much BIGGER boys, especially Doflamingo, Crocodile and Katakuri. Please feel free to add other big men bc I honestly can’t get enough of them.😭😭😭

Hi hi! So I feel really dumb because I accidentally deleted the request, but luckily, I had copied/pasted the text of my doc before. But sorry, anon D: Anyway, thank you so much for liking my work and for requesting! That was pretty fun to write. I decided to add King and the sweet Corazon. And before starting, please have a look at this, lol. Those guys are so BIG, help.

☆Doflamingo, Crocodile, Katakuri, King & Corazon with a s/o afraid of having sex

CW (generals) : smut, MDNI, v!sex, f!reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving), size kink

WC : Oh my God, I got carried away... 4,3k. Enjoy. :D

⇢ You can read the part one here & the part three here

Doflamingo

CW : a lot of teasing, creative use of devil fruit, slight praise, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, pet name

Doflamingo is, let's say, complicated. Of course, he considers you as a part of the Donquixote family, and he cares deeply about his close ones. But, on the flip side, he can't help but love when people are stressed or afraid because of him. It plays with his constant need for dominance. So first, he would grin, almost laugh, and be extremely pleased with himself. "My poor little bird is afraid… because of my size?" While running his fingers along the length of his cock through his pants. "I'll make it good for you, don't worry, just leave it to me." 

Doflamingo craves dominance, so he would be more than satisfied with this situation, his eyes roaming over your body with eagerness. He's a really patient man and also loves to play and tease you all the time. "Lay down comfortably on the bed." He would say, placing his heavy, large hands on either side of your hips, slowly pushing you down on the mattress, his eyes shining with nothing but pure desire. 

He loves how tiny your body looks when he's towering over you. It makes you look so vulnerable. Oh, sure, he loves when his s/o is smaller than him. Again, it plays with his constant need of domination. He finds it fascinating that he could destroy you with one hand. Luckily, you're his precious bird, so he would probably play with you and inflict some pain on you, but only what you're able and willing to take.

His hands would be surprisingly feather-light while running all over your body, tracing all of your curves, and fondling your breasts. Then, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index, delighted by all of your shivering and sighs. 

"Mh, you're so needy, y/n" with a low, teasing laugh as he slowly runs his fingers down your trembling thighs, tracing along the sensitive skin before slowly, really slowly reaching for your wet folds. He would smile, his eyes fixed on your pussy, fascinated by how needy you are already for him. But that's not enough. He is eager for more. "So pretty" 

He would begin to tease you mercilessly, tracing soft patterns on your inner thighs and lower-belly. He likes to play with anticipation. He's not the kind of man who just roughly and mechanically slides his fingers inside you. Without teasing, there's no fun.

The more you squirm and moan, the more he's pleased, watching your pussy becoming more and more wet. 

"So eager already." Purring close to your ears, making you shiver even more, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your spine. "What should I do now? What do you want y/n, my tongue or my fingers?" 

You'll have both in the end, so don't worry.

It's clear that Doflamingo has mastered using his long tongue. And the same applies to his fingers always fidgeting when he uses his devil fruit. He's probably a master when it comes to fingering and oral sex. So he would slowly sink between your thighs, licking your soft skin before finally allowing you to feel his tongue against your sensitive folds, keeping your thighs open enough for him with his heavy hands. 

You just can't help but arch your back as he eats you out, turning you into a whining and moaning mess. He would drink your juice as if it was a precious wine. "That's it", humming against your slit, licking your clit. Slowly, he would slide a thick finger inside of you. His mind would probably be a bit dizzy, thinking about how good he would feel with his cock inside of your tightness.

"You're so responsive, little bird," before adding another finger and hitting that sweet spot, still licking your clit.

And he won't stop until you cum all over his tongue and fingers. "Good girl" 

With eyes darkened with desire, he would finally removing his pants, his heavy and extremely long cock springing free, leaking in pre-cum and twitching in anticipation. You can't help but look at his length, stressed. "Do you like looking at my big cock, little bird? Does it turn you on to know that I'm going to fuck you senseless?" So sure, he would grin again before lying on his back and letting you ride him. 

He perfectly knows how to control himself so he won't just push roughly while you line your pussy with his cockhead, trying to brace yourself-up. You definitely want to do it, but you feel nervous. "Need some help, little bird?" 

As you nod, he would use his devil fruit to guide you. With one broad hand wrapping around your waist and the other guiding the strings, he would slowly force your hips to move down, impaling you on his breathtaking thickness, his eyes sparkled with mischief. That's the moment you would see him lose his grin as he can't handle how tight and wet you feel all around him. "So tight…" 

"You can take more?" As long as you tell him to keep going, he would continue to guide your hips down his length, groaning softly, with his hand fondling the flesh of your waist. "That's it, take it, take it all."

As you start to moan, he would say "What's up little bird, you love how well I am stretching you?"

And as you slowly get used to his cock stretching your walls, his cock throbbing inside you, Doflamingo would nicely use his strings to guide you moving up and down, delighted by the sloshing noises. The way your core swallows his length would be mind-blowing for him. The sight of your wetness covering his cock every time you move up and down is something he would love to see more often. Be prepared to entertain your king again.

Crocodile 

CW : slight domination kink, praises, he's smoking because well it's Crocodile, oral sex (Crocodile receiving), slight hair pulling, using of his hook in a slight creative way but nothing extreme, belly bulge, unprotected sex

Another DILF and dominant man. 

Crocodile is a silent man. So the second you tell him you're nervous because it's been a while since the last time you had sex and that you're also nervous because he's both long and thick, he would just raise an eyebrow. Just like Doflamingo, he would love the feeling of you being intimidated, because Crocodile definitely has a thing (and a kink) for dominance. He likes when you acknowledge his rank and qualities.

"You're afraid because of my size?" 

He would lead your hand until you reached his cock. "If you're nervous, then you have to become familiar with it." So he would feel the girth and the veins, breathing deeply, delighted by the sight of your small hands trying to correctly wrap his thickness. "That's it, y/n. Touch it and get used to it. Soon, it will be all within you."

He would talk with his usual deep, raspy, and calm voice, the one that always sends shivers down your spine. And sure, he would act all dominant, smoking his cigar while you try so hard to satisfy him. Of course, he would look down at you. You are in his hands. So let go of all your intrusive thoughts and just focus on him. Only him.

"Suck it." 

He would watch closely as you try to wrap your tongue around his cock, tracing all the veins, and licking hungrily all the pre-cum leaking from his cockhead. He would grab a hand from your hair with his heavy and broad hand, leading your head back and forth, while watching you drool and struggle to breathe all over his cock. He would slowly lose his composure, sighing huskily, unable to handle how cute you look with your mouth full of his cock, trying to figure out how to take more of his length. He would find the sight of his member glistening with your saliva to be quite entertaining. 

"That's a good girl. Come get your rewards."

The moment he blows out his cigar and removes his rings, you know the real deal is about to start. 

He would likely use his large hook, carefully running the sharpened tip along the soft skin of your stomach. Before slowly leaving a trail of kisses along your neck. Avoid running your hands through his hair and stay still like the good girl you are. Otherwise, he might punish you with a hard pinch on your nipple and a rough slap on your ass cheeks.

Slowly but surely, then, he would reach your inner thighs and then your pussy. He would eat you out with his hand holding your thighs apart. He would you lick your pussy in a classy way, not like a vulgar starving. He would be fond of all your moaning and incoherent mumbling as you can't handle how good it feels. "You won't cum until I say so." While circling your clit with his thumb, teasing you, drinking your juice. Your shivering and tremblings are both entertaining and satisfying. Crocodile rarely goes down on someone, but when he does… oh, it's quite mesmerizing. 

"Stay still" if you start to squirm because of how good it feels.

And, once you're finally reduced to a whining mess, he would use his hook to grab one of your thighs, pushing them apart, spreading  your legs wide enough to fit in between. "Spread your legs for me." He would put a pillow under your back while manhandling you. And then, again, he would use his hook to slightly raise your upper body, until your pussy is lined with his cock.

"Can you take it?" 

He would enter you in one go as soon as you nodded. Not in a forceful way, but he doesn't see the point of taking a lot of breaks. Once his cock is buried deep inside you, he will soothe your trembling thighs by running his hand along your lower-stomach, feeling the bulge created by his cock. "Good girl. You're taking me so well." He would likely hold your legs tightly, trying to fight his own desire to fuck you roughly.

He's a patient man, so he'll wait until you're ready for him to start thrusting.

So deep and slow at the same time while he stretches you further, his cock throbbing and twitching. Not a grunter, but a pretty deep breath as you tighten around him. For this occasion, he will spare you from his usual roughness. But next time… you better be ready.

Katakuri

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, food play, unprotected sex

"I know, love." Yes, he would speak before you even have time to express your fears. Blame it on his haki. Katakuri has a lot of sisters, so he would be well-aware of those kinds of thoughts. If you're nervous, he would take some time to ask why, making sure to fully understand the situation. 

"I'll take care of you, everything will be alright." Despite his lack of words, you have faith in him. He's aware of the future, so if he says it's going to be fine, you can trust him and it's already really soothing.

The Sweet Commander is a gentleman and he's aware of size. He would never just slam into you, especially not if you're already afraid. Before even thinking of reaching for your pussy, he would start with a lot of soft kisses all along your neck, and then on your breasts, sucking on your nipples, pinching them nicely. He just loves your breasts. They feel soft under his palms. He could spend hours worshipping your chest. As you slowly arch your back, moaning softly, and relaxing under his touch, he would continue to kiss your stomach, honoring every inch of your body.

You're so beautiful. Despite his quietness, his eyes would be brimming with pride. Being intimate with such a beautiful woman like you fills him with pride. "You're doing great." 

His voice would always be calm and deep, as usual. The control he has over himself is quite mesmerizing. 

And well, Katakuri probably has a food play kink, so he would love to devour your body covered in cream. So intoxicating. Your body tastes amazing. The taste of sugar is also amazing. Both? Total heaven.

He would then sink his head between your thighs, eating you out like your pussy was one of his dearest donuts. He'd like nothing more than to please you, so feel free to guide him. Katakuri being both smart and observant, he would quickly learn all of your sweet spots, turning you into a whiny moan, begging for more. 

If you don't tell him to stop, he could eat you out for hours. He can't help it; it feels so good and you taste so good. He would drink your juice, circling your clit with his thumb and wouldn't stop until you cum against his lips. 

"So good." 

He would take advantage of your wetness and dizzy mind from your orgasm to slowly push one thick and long finger inside you. It's so tight and warm that he would struggle to keep his calm composure. Especially because his haki showed him some really nice pictures of what's going to happen. 

As long as you need him to continue, Katakuri would honestly just pamper you with kisses and caresses. He knows how big he's, so you have to tell him when you're ready to take him. 

Katakuri would keep your thighs apart with an impatient hand, exposing your wet folds to his eyes. He would look hungrily. His cock twitching crazily in impatience, leaking in anticipation. "You're ready?" 

He already knows the answer, but Katakuri is a gentleman and cares a lot about consent. It doesn't matter if his observation haki shows him everything in advance.

Katakuri would intertwine his fingers with yours before slowly easing his cock into you in one go. A slow, but steady one. And as he fills you up to the brim, he would lose his composure and sigh in relief. Your pussy feels like heaven around his cock. It's a perfect blend of tightness, warmth, heat, and wetness. "Y/N, you feel amazing." 

He would adjust his pace to what you're capable of. If you need him to slow down, he will. And he would be more than happy to comply if you asked him to be rougher. He is here to satisfy you. And you will be satisfied. Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess. The way his fat cock slowly slides in and out and hits all your sweet spots is just too good. It's such a delight to see the big, stoic Katakuri looking his composure because of your body…

King

CW : The reader is smaller than him, but there's not a BIG size difference, kind of blindfold kink I guess (?), slight spanking, unprotected sex

Even with you, King doesn't like to show his face. He struggles with intimacy. Your confession would make him feel embarrassed. What is he supposed to do? He was about to fuck you without any further thought, but now he needs to take more consideration. 

He would slap your thigh with a sigh. "Turn around." 

While slowly lying on your stomach and complying, he would slowly remove his heavy mask, running a hand through his beautiful white hair. But you don't have the right to watch. The only thing you're allowed to do is imagine. You've already seen his face. So you close your eyes and imagine his beautiful, almost mesmerizing beauty in your mind: brown skin, white hair, and an expression that is both cold and determined. 

He would make you feel. Feel his mouth licking and kissing your spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Wet kisses. His hair would softly caress your skin as he devoured the back of your neck, his big hands roaming along your waist to keep you steady. "Stay still" he would always speak with his lips near your ear, enjoying all of your shivering.

And suddenly, he would yank your panties or just push them asides, eating you out from behind, spreading your thighs. "Get on your all fours," he would command, just to have a better view of your glistening folds, before sinking back between your legs. He would keep your cheeks spread and lap at your pussy, intoxicated by your moans, your taste, smell, and how you feel against his lips. You're arched for him, exposed, so beautiful. 

Even if he eats you out, he would love to spank your ass every time you squirm, forcing you to stay still. "Don't move and let me eat you out." He can sense that you're tense. And he doesn't understand why because usually, he can slide into you with ease. But he would take his time, fingering you, rubbing your clit, turning you into an almost crying, whimpering mess. 

He would obligingly ignore his cock, twitching and throbbing in anticipation, taking his time to work on your tightness, stroking your back. "Shh, it's alright, we'll take our time."

He would love to watch how beautiful you are, with your ass up and chest against the mattress, and your head buried in a pillow. What a stunning sight. The way your pussy is messing up on the bedsheets is quite stunning. 

He would use the fact you're unable to see him to his advantage, teasing you, running his fingers along your slit, then rubbing his cockhead, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. "Please…" 

Please keep begging, it's a lullaby to his ears.

And finally, he would grab your hips firmly, filling you up to the hilt in one go, hitting your cervix. He would fight against his own desire to destroy you by digging into your soft flesh with his fingers. His strong grip would leave bruises on your skin tomorrow. 

With his huge cock nestled deep inside you, almost splitting you in half, he would let out a shaky breath. So good. So intoxicating. As you lie down, at his mercy, the sight of his cock slowly thrusting in and out of your tight hole, all stretched out around his thickness... it's too much to handle. As he plows into you from behind, he would moan. His member, all glistening and shining, covered in your wetness, the way your ass is swallowing him... 

He just can't.

His hands would be glued to your ass cheeks all the time. "You keep sucking me in, it won't let me go." 

He would try his best to stay nice. Stretching you out slowly. Even with slow strokes, his size is so overwhelming that it drives you crazy. Holding onto the bedsheets, closing your eyes, all you're allowed to do is imagine his jaw tightly clenched and his muscular body looming over you.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" 

The instant you say yes and he feels you loose around his thickness, he will smash into you roughly, grunting loudly, slapping your ass, intoxicated by your you. And you alone.

Corazon 

CW : Body worship, praises, face sitting, protected sex, wholesome, soft sex

To end on a sweet note, the lovely Rosinante.

Let's assume it's your first time ending up in the same bed. Rosinante is always kind to you, and you know he won't do anything to hurt you. But still, if you explain to him you're nervous because he's big and also because you're always a bit stressed when it comes to sex… then, Rosinante would just be even more sweet. 

"Sweetie, we'll take it slow. You trust me?" 

He would be both careful and nervous due to his goofiness. What if he just falls on you? What if he crushes you with his weight? What if... oh, no, he's thinking too much again, his hands twitching on your body.

"It's okay Rosi, I trust you." 

As you ease him down, he would kiss every nook and cranny of your body: neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, belly button,... leaving red lipstick streaks all over.

His large, heavy, and yet kind hands would hungrily roam your figure, your shoulders, learning each of your curves, scars, and every single part that makes you, you. He would make you love everything you hate about yourself, making you feel safe and loved. 

His hands would be soft and heavenly as he fondled your breasts, mesmerized by how warm and soft they felt against his big palms. Well, he's still goofy, so he might accidentally pinch you or scratch your nipple, apologizing again and again with wet puppy eyes.

And slowly, his hands and mouth would continue to explore your skin, kissing your lower stomach, and slowly reaching for your damping wet panties. "So wet for me." 

He's genuinely amazed. Rosinante would be in awe: does he attract you so much? He just wants to smile warmly at you.

He would accidentally rip your panties apart, and then apologizes again. Please, just laugh or reassure him. After all, his goofiness is adorable.

He would be incredibly sweet if you're a bit nervous about exposing yourself fully to him. "Sweetie, I swear you're mesmerizing. So perfect and beautiful, I want to love every inch of your skin". While slowly running his hands along your inner thighs. "It's alright, sweetie. Just open your legs for me. Can you do this for me?"

If you're still nervous, then Rosinante would lie down and allow you to sit on his face with your wet pussy pressed against his lips. Rosinante would love to eat you out while rubbing his hands along your back, ass, and thighs. Soft kisses on your clit, hungry tongue drinking your juice while it flows down on his chin. 

He would gently massage your bottom while slowly sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue. Rosinante would just love to have your thighs squeezing his cheeks. Move, all you want against his tongue, all he wants is to satisfy you and soothe all of your worries. His focus will only be on you, regardless of how hard his cock is.

He would slowly slide a thick finger inside you, curling it nicely to hit that sweet spot, making sure you're ready and aware of what's happening. The way you moan his name and use his mouth as you please is mesmerizing. 

With two fingers gently stretching out, Rosinante would continue to worship your body with his hands and tongue. He's probably trying to hide his coughs because he's suffocating with his face stuck between your thighs. But who cares. The way you taste is like heaven.

If you want to cum, he would allow you to cum against his lips. If you want to stop before reaching ecstasy, that's okay too. 

"I'm ready for you, Rosi." 

Totally flushed and nervous, Rosi would let you ride him. He's too stressed by his goofiness, so it's better if you take the lead. And at least, you can control the rhythm and depth. 

Rosinante would definitely use a condom. But, he would struggle to open the packaging and then roll the protection over his length due to his nervousness, excitement, and goofiness. His big, shaking hands would likely cause him to split one or two condoms. Please, help this poor boy.

The shows continue with the lube. It's likely that he would let the bottle to fall, spilling all of the liquid onto both your belly and his hands. "I'm so sorry, sweetie!" And he would stupidly try to steal some lube from your stomach to smear it over his length. You can't help but laugh warmly, caressing his hair. "It's okay Rosi, relax."

His heart melts as you straddle him, his length twitching and leaking wildly. He's big, both in length and girth, and he's aware of it. He would allow you to take all of your time to prepare yourself. The way he looks at you tells how much he cares about you and how honored he feels to have you by his side.

"Whenever you want, Y/N" with his deep, soothing and soft voice.

As he feels your tight entrance against his cockhead, he would bite his lips, grabbing the bedsheets tightly. Because he would never dare hold you roughly and leave bruises on your body. When he sees that you're still a bit nervous, he would sit up while you're still straddling him. He would slowly raise your hips before easing his cock inside you. Pushing gently, each inch, slowly yet steadily. "Shh, it's okay, I've got you, you're taking me so well. You're so perfect for me." 

He would hold you tightly as you sit down on his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest. "It's okay sweetie, you're doing great, it's okay, almost there, just a little more, you feel so good around me." With his hands squeezing your hips to keep you still. 

His entire body would be shaking. The sensations are overwhelming for both of you. You're so tight, so wet, and his huge cock is stretching you so nicely, throbbing inside you. 

He would soothe your back gently as he finally penetrates you fully, his large size stretching you out even further. "There it's over. Look at you, taking all of my cock so well. You're such a brave girl. " 

He would slowly guide your hips up and down, unable to handle how good it feels. " I've got you, let me take care of you." 

A lot of kisses, soft, heavenly touches, his breath deep against your breath as he continues to slide gently yet firmly inside you. He would praise you all the time, worshiping your body. A bit goofy from time to time, loweering you to roughly down his cock, scratching you or biting your lips instead of kissing you softly. 

But a really, really sweet moment, and a lot of cuddles during the aftercare.

[ilwonuu]

sweet thing. bangchans part | here.

*°:⋆ₓₒ han jisung

🀥 request- Han is the horniest man alive istg. He'd also be a major munch and a ton of people see him as submissive but no no no. He'd be all cute and sweet but it's an illusion bc he'd be so aggressive as he ruined you, bred you, etc. His stamina is in another league bc he'd have you crying after cumming on his face multiple times and his dick. Overstimulation to the max and he'd tease you sweetly, bully you in the sweetest voice. Choking kink for sure, his hands are so pretty and decorated with rings as he chokes you. he's messy and he loves sex to be as messy as possible. Spit, tears, make you squirt, etc.

🀥 paring- meandom!han x subfem!reader

🀥 warnings-smut with no plot.., meanishdom!han, breeding kink, choking kink, unprotected sex(of course), creampie, lots of dirty talk, messy sex, teasing, degrading? (kinda not really), choking kink, lmk what else

🀥 a/n- thank u for your request!!! thank u guys so much for 400 followers!! more fics soon!! happy hoeing i love u all<3 hope u enjoyed!!!

mdni 18+ smut under the cut

your boyfriend wanted nothing more than to ruin you. have you so gone on the feeling of his tongue. your sweet boyfriend changing mood rather quickly.

you couldn’t complain tho. making you cum on his tongue until you are shaking for him. he loves when you fall apart like this. “taste so good baby. you ready for my cock?” you nod whining for him pathetically.

he just laughs a little pulling his shorts down to let his cock out. you quickly tug on his shirt wanting that to come off of him aswell. he just smirks pulling it over his head.

tossing it somewhere in the room. you moan in response to see his toned chest. “you’re so wet baby but doesn’t hurt to get you wetter don’t you think sweet thing?”

his teasing tone making you more needy by the second. you feel him rub his dick up and down your folds a bit before spitting directly on your pussy. rubbing it in with his dick. “yea look at that baby? so wet for me. want me to fuck your pretty pussy now?”

he teases you some more. you nod at him. tears falling slowly down ur eyes. “can’t fucking wait anymore.” you cry for him. “okay sweet girl. ill give you what you want.” you sigh in relief feeling him run his dick up your slit again. slowly pushing into you entrance suddenly.

he catches you off guard as he starts to fuck you hard and deep against the mattress. pulling moans out of your mouth. “fuck. you like when i fuck you like my slut huh?” you shamelessly nodding at his words.

“gonna fuck my cum so deep into you. that’s what you want huh? for me to breed you like my slut huh?” his smirk only getting bigger as he feels you clench around him. “can’t answer me baby?” he questions grabbing your face to look at him.

“y-yes hannie l-love it please don’t s-stop.” he just gives you another innocent smile. like his dick isn’t fucking you so beyond good. his hand snaking your body to wrap around your neck. he applies a little bit of pressure. your body responds quickly. “you like this huh? so close sweet girl. gonna fill your pussy so fucking good.”

your whines are beyond desperate for you boyfriend. “h-hannie im cumming oh-“ his grip against your neck tightening causing you to cum hard on his dick. “such a sweet sight baby. you wanted this all day huh? dirty girl. love it when i fuck you like this huh?”

his hips still drilling into you as he is close to cumming. “gonna- fuck gonna fuck my cum deep into you. i want you to feel me. my sweet girl wants it so bad huh? you’re fucking soaking my dick baby.” a deep chuckle coming from your boyfriend.

“you like that baby? you fucking clenching on dick so tight.” his words too embarrassing to listen to. but it made you wetter than before.

“dirty girl. you hear yourself? so fucking wet- ah shit just- i’m cumming baby.” he cuts himself off. his thick cum coating your walls. “fuuck- don’t let a single drop fall out of you. so messy all for me. love fucking you full of my cum.” his hips slowing down as he still fucks into you. “you want another load huh dirty girl?”

you nod convincing him ever so quickly. fucking you dumb all night until all you can remember is han, han, han, he is all you can think of.

[clementine-thedestroyer]

Omega!Gaz x Omega!reader x Alpha!Price….

Gaz has a pussy here, you’ve been warned. Either male omegas have cunts or he’s trans, pick whichever you prefer because I sure as hell don’t explain shit.

Omega-Omega couples were rare… but not unheard of.

You and Gaz were one of the rare examples of a pair of mated Omegas, and while it had been hard in the beginning (not for the reasons anyone assumes. Heats were, if anything, easier with another Omega) people around you would cite you two as an example of a perfect couple- just two people who loved each other more than anything else.

Gaz had worked hard to get where he was- to prove he could serve and hold his own right alongside betas and alphas without being a liability. It’d been hard, the military wasn’t exactly always the most progressive place, but Price had welcomed him into the 141 with open arms, treating him like he would any other soldier.

He’d felt accepted in the 141- at home, and after a while, he’d eventually decided to introduce you to his team, figuring you had a right to know the men who kept him from coming back home in a box and trusting Price to be accepting and respectful of your relationship (and also to keep the less socially-adept members of the team from making any off comments)

And it had been great- Price stood up to shake your hand as Gaz introduced you two, treating you like any other even when you fumbled the greeting and extended the wrong hand. He’d sat across from you and Gaz in the circular booth the group had claimed in the pub, giving the two of you kind smiles as he asked occasional, respectful questions about your relationship.

The night had nearly gone sideways when Soap had started to ask “So- like, the two of you, how does that work for your, you know.. hea-“ only to be immediately shut down with a stern glare from Price and the man Gaz had introduced as “Ghost” smacking him on the back of the neck.

You and Gaz had never considered opening up your relationship to an Alpha or beta. One too many insensitive comments (not unlike Soap’s, though at least his didn’t come from a place of malicious intent) and Alphas taking the first chance to trample over your relationship just because you were omegas has put you both off the subject as a whole.

But, Price’s protective demeanor, the scent of whiskey, smoke, and something distinctly him hanging off of him, the way he’d clap Gaz on the back or shoulder, treating him just like he would Ghost or Soap, the small, U-shaped smile he seemed to only give the two of you- and that was all it took for your resolve to crumble.

And Price? Well, he was just happy to have the two prettiest, sweetest omegas he’d ever met dropped right onto his lap.

All this time, he’d been keeping his emotions and desires under wraps- resisting the urge to shove his pretty new sergeant down on his cock until he choked and gagged, painstakingly applying the sticky, annoying little white patches over his scent glands so Gaz wouldn’t find his scent overwhelming or obnoxious and wouldn’t be able to tell when his scent got heavier after staring at Gaz’s ass a moment too long.

And then to find out his sergeant was mated? To another omega?? Oh the things that ran through his mind. The two of you would think him derange if you’d known the things he wanted to do to the two of you.

And of course, when he meets you, he’s only down worse. Seeing his sergeant and his precious girl he’d talk about so fondly- and he could blame him, you were a sight. A pretty girl like you for a pretty boy like Kyle, it was fitting.

That entire night at the pub, he’d been chanting don’t be a prick don't be a prick don't be a prick in his head like a mantra, desperately trying to stay professional and respectful. He was digging his nails into his thigh so hard trying to ground himself that he was half concerned he’d break skin.

Only to then, afterwards, find out that you two were pinning over him almost as bad as he was for you? To find out that the pair of omegas he wanted nothing more than to absolutely destroy were practically offering themselves up on a silver platter?

Oh, he was ecstatic.

When Price first gets the two of you into bed, he’s mean, sitting back in his chair and lighting one of his fancier cigars and smirking as he makes you two scissor and grind your clits together for him- not letting the two of you stop until he’s done with his cigar and both of you have cum.

He’s content to sit back and enjoy the sight, watching you cry and writhe under Gaz in over stimulation from already coming as he holds you tight and grinds his clit against yours desperately, panting out pleading, breathy apologies over not being able to cum faster.

Price likes to have the two of you kiss too- especially sweet kisses shared between the two of you that devolve into desperate, needy make out sessions all under Price’s watchful eyes.

He just likes to watch his omegas love on eachother- giving the two of you occasional instructions to give her a hickey for me, Gaz. Mark her all up for us. Love, how about you help our boy get out of those jeans? Good girl, good job.

He’ll give you or Gaz permission to hump the other’s thigh, only to take it away right as you're about to cum and laugh at the desperate, strangled plea he gets in return.

He’ll pull the two of you to your knees in front of him, having the two of you make out around and worship his cock. One of you will take him as far as you can in your mouth, while the other sucks and kisses at what doesn’t fit and at his heavy balls.

And fucking the two of you is an ordeal with how needy you can be- Price usually ends up with three fingers buried in one of your cunts and his cock stuffed deep in the other, trying desperately to keep pace and keep it together even with two whining, needy omegas under him.

[darkherolovercroissant]

Burned

Library 📚

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem reader

Warnings: there’s smut, so if your age is on the clock, you’re too young for his cock….so get out. Mature themes and language.

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They say when you play with fire, you get your fingers burnt. And by now, Simon was no stranger to being burnt. The streets weren’t the only place it was going down, oh hell no! The sheets were where he was going to town on the punishing.

Soap was completely oblivious to what was happening upstairs as he was laying down on a beaten up couch. All he knew was that Ghost was going to check up on you, and he was doing a very hands on check up.

Your gear completely littered the floor as your hands yank his off while his mouth starts leaving marks down your neck and across your collar bones. Your hands finally managed to get that vest and jacket of his off and started working down his broad chest and down to his pants as he continued to feast on your neck.

His hands yanked your pants off quickly before picking you up and slamming your back against the wall, knocking the wind out of you.

“You ok love?“ he says in that deep and husky voice of his.

You nod before lifting his mask up a little higher for better access, but he wasn’t having it. He just removes the whole thing, successfully capturing your attention more.

“Like what you see?” He huffs

“I’d be lying if I said no.” You gasp lightly before running your fingertips along his jawline.

“You weren’t lying when you were talking to Soap earlier.”

“I never lie. You should know that by now.” He growls as his lips go back to your neck as his hands go to unbuckling his pants and dropping them just low enough.

“Ready darling?”

“Always ready for you.” You moan

“That’s my girl.”

Feeling his fingers rubbing between your legs, you gasp as they applied more pressure and then one slipping in, followed by two more.

“I swear, you don’t fuck me now…I’ll kill you.” You moan

“Alright, don’t get your panties in a twist.” He chuckles before a bigger force of pressure found its way down there.

Feeling him slide into you, your head tilts back in pleasure and your eyes screw shut. God this man was not lacking in size in any department. The cold bricks against your back making sure you stay in some state of consciousness as Ghost slips all the way in.

“Oh fucking hell. It’s been too long since I was in this darling.” Ghost grunts as you adjust to him.

“Please. Just fuck me, Simon.”

He pulls out slowly, you feeling every inch as he taunts you with the greatest feeling. He smirks as he watches your eyes close before ramming into you, making them open wide as you release a gasp.

His hand clamps over your mouth as he glared at you before turning to look at the door.

“Don’t make too much noise, unless you want more company.” His low voices echoed in your ears.

Pushing your head to his shoulder, he snickers as your arms wrap around his neck and shoulder before moving once again.

“Make all the marks you want, I love them.” He groans as you contract around him

His pace starts out slow and rough but my god did he make up for all the time you spent with horrifying thoughts about what you wanted him to do to you.

His hands grabbing your waist as he started pounding deep inside. You biting down on his shoulder as you tried to keep quiet. He just groans as your whimpers and moans echo in his ear.

He’s been dreaming of absolutely ruining you since he noticed your behaviour earlier. It’s not the first time he’s taken you, you also know it won’t be the last.

The way you tighten your legs around his waist as he continues to pound up into your abused pussy, has him groaning and trying to speed up and make it more rough with every hit.

Your bare chest moving along with the thrusts has his attention. He was a sucker for the women and how genetics made their body the biggest weakness to the strongest of men.

He praised your body every time he took it. With wandering hands and with lingering lips that had left quite the marks on your small frame.

Your eyes were screwed shut as you continued to experience the highest levels of welcomed pain and pleasure. Your core was going to hurt in the morning, but to have this mountain of a man just drilling for the jackpot of the best kind of high was worth it.

His hands sneaking around to grab what he had been ogling earlier and squeezing it before one travelled upwards to around your throat to squeeze it and smirk.

“You’re doing well, darling.” He groans

You bite your lip as he continues to pump deeper inside you. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you could feel your brain rattling around in your skull.

He stopped momentarily only to slide down to the ground with you being placed on top.

“Take it darling. Show me what you can do.” Ghost moans

Taking a moment to circle your hips around, You leaned down to give him a big kiss before slowly adjusting to this position. Starting to pick up the pace, Ghost was in heaven watching his girl ride him.

His hands coming back to your waist to pull you back down all the way when you cheated him out of taking him all. Having your completely bare frame taking him as he was only in his tactical pants and boots was easily the best mental image he could have.

Your hands came down on his chest followed by your head as your whimpers and moans got louder. At this point, Ghost didn’t care if Soap heard you, he wanted you to moan his name. Bonus points if he could make you scream it. And now that he knew you were close, he was determined to have anyone listening hear who was making you this loud.

Arching his legs up, he started pounding up into you, causing your head to lift up and the most beautiful sounds to come out of your mouth.

“Fuck, Simon. Please make me cum.” You beg

“Oh don’t worry, love. You will.” He grunts as he adds more power to his thrusts.

The feeling of knots twisting in your gut got stronger before they snapped. Launching you into pure heaven as the best orgasm took over and your body shut down.

“YES! SIMON! YES!” Your mind has shut down as your head comes down to his shoulder as he won his little challenge.

His high washed over him as his deep voice captivated your ears as he finished. You could feel it as he came inside you, it felt good and he knew it.

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After you both came back from the high, Simon headed downstairs to see a grossed out Soap who looked like he had just been physically sick.

“You good Johnny?” Simon asks

“You’re a sick man L.T” Soap dismissed before going outside to take a breather.

His fingertips still felt hot from what just occurred upstairs, but he didn’t mind. He loved playing with fire. He loved being burned by you.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Spots || Chris Redfield || Day Twelve

A/n: day twelve holds a special place in my heart. The theme is breath play, to my best attempt.

Warning(s): porn without plot, female reader, choking.

No Minors Allowed!!

It starts with a suggestion.

"I want to see spots when you fuck me," you utter as you stare at the man between your thighs.

Chris raises a brow.

"Spots?"

"In my eyes," you confirm. "I want you to choke me so well that my vision fills with spots."

You can tell that Chris is uncertain. He's a strong man; his hands could crush your throat, but he also knows that you trust him.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

You nod. He has no idea how wet your pussy is thinking about it. The idea of having your life in his hands excites you.

"Please captain," you beg.

"You're going to drive me to an early grave," Chris utters with a sigh.

You grin and wiggle your hips in anticipation. His cock presses against your entrance, making you shiver. At this rate, he'll drag you to hell along with him.

With a hard thrust, he's inside you. It stings, but the sudden stretch is worth the pain. You groan and arch your back. This man is blessed; his arms are not the only large thing on his body. But you are ready.

Bottoming out into you, Chris brings a hand to your throat. His thick fingers wrap around you, but he doesn't apply pressure. Instead, he focuses on fucking your eager pussy into a worn-out mess. Your breasts bounce with each hard thrust and you slam your eyes closed to concentrate on the hard length buried inside you. It's too damn good... But it could be perfect.

"Chris... Please. Choke me," you beg.

"In a minute. Learn some patience," he replies.

Even during sex, he's assertive. You love it.

The pressure in your stomach begins to grow and you open your eyes to look up at him. Is he not going to give you what you want? Your walls tighten around him as an orgasm threatens to tear you apart, but Chris slows his thrusts. You hum in disapproval.

"Captain, I––

Before you can complain, Chris tightens his hold on your neck and cuts you off. A squeak leaves your mouth in protest. His grip is tight, but not enough to crush your throat, though breathing is hard. His thrusts grow quicker and deeper, forcing the pressure to escalate. Your eyes roll back and dark spots blur your vision, pushing you into an orgasm. For a moment, you swear the world around you fades to black, then all at once, fresh air fills your lungs.

"Oh fuck," you rasp.

Your walls tighten in protest and a sudden warmth floods your pussy as Chris cums inside you. Slowly coming down from your high, you wrap your arms around his large, sweat-soaked frame.

"I knew I could trust you."

Chris grunts and rubs his thumb on your neck.

"Don't ask again."

You snort.

"Yes, sir."

But damn did you love it.

[sonofthedunes]

i want to pat that man's head and then push it down to eat my pussy going insane over him

take a ticket and join the line anon :p you ever heard the phrase “dick-sucking lips”? well, luke has pussy-eating lips, if those are a thing. he’s part of that unfortunately rare subset of men who are not only good at cunnilingus but actually enjoy it; oh he was exceedingly clumsy and unsure at first, but as with his Jedi training he practiced, and practiced often. usually you don’t even have to ask him to go down on you-he just wants to that badly. he knows all the little tricks, all the shapes he can trace with his tongue, where to kiss your inner thighs, precisely the amount of pressure to apply to your clit. and perhaps the best part is that this not only serves to get you off, it also satisfies luke’s praise kink. after all, your mouth is free during times like this, so you need only lay back and gasp stars luke, you’re such a good boy for me, knowing just what my pussy needs and he beams against your core like the proverbial lothcat who caught the whisper-bird. he’ll stay down there as long as he must, until your voice is hoarse from screaming out in pleasure and your hands are almost painfully fisting his hair…and then he glances up, eyes hooded, mouth and chin sopping with what you’ve given him, and asks if it was good for you. as if he isn’t perfectly aware that he’s made you shatter, possibly multiple times, and is even now licking the taste of you off his lips. and you both know it, but because he loves hearing it so much you tell him anyway, patting his head once more.

[faghubby]

She decided it was time

"Kevin you wanted this" Cindy told me as she rubbed my little hardon thru the satin panties I was wearing.

"I didn't mean this" I mumbled

"Don't go get all upset, you asked me to Cuckold you. You knew eventually that would mean you would suck a big juicy cock" Cindy continued. As I came in the little pink panties. Her lover now stood naked before me. His huge black cock hanging between his legs.

"Make him hard sweety, suck his big black dick" she told me. Helping me to my knees. Having just cum she knew I wouldn't want to. She took him in her hand and held him to my lips.

"Kiss it" she commanded. I looked up at then both and kissed the head.

"Now lick it" she continued I took my tounge and licked the tip. Then ran it down his shaft Cindy grabbed my hand making me take him in it. I continued to lick and kiss his cock. As he grew even larger to my touch.

"Suck him baby" Cindy cooed her hand in her own panties. I took him in my mouth and tried to take as much as I could. Cindy had made me suck her strapon several times. I tried to copy that experience but he was so much thicker.

"OH my faggot cocksucking husband" Cindy moaned as her breathing increased. Her lover also moaned as I sucked his cock.

I didn't even know his name only calling him sir.

"When he cums, I want you to swallow every drop of his hot cum" Cindy moaned. As she had an orgasm from her fingers. It spurred me on how excited it made her. Cindy then got behind me and pulled my panties down, her fingers lubed my ass as she plunged them in and out.

"I love to see you get fucked too, you want that don't you a great big cock fucking your fucking gay ass" she told me

The massive cock trying to kill me as I gagged on it was now fucking my mouth. As his hand pulled my ponytail that Cindy had made me grow.

"Yes gag on his great big cock you pathetic sissy" Cindy continued now pushing one of her toys in and out of my hole. Then this big black man stiffened and he filled my mouth with his seed. I gagged and coughed there was so much. I pushed away as making him cum on my face. As I gasped for breath cum even coming out of my nose.

"Scoop it up. Lick him clean every fucking drop you cum gobbling slut" Cindy called out. She shoved an even larger toy in my ass.

I did as she commanded licking up every drop of his cum. Her hands sliding over my smooth legs and ass. I guessed it was a plug that now filled my ass.

"Kiss his balls to thank them for all that yummy seman" Cindy told me. I kissed and licked his hairy balls.

"Stay just like this" Cindy said as this giant of a man then picked up my wife and carried her into the bedroom closing the door. I could hear Cindy cry out as he must of been stretching her pussy with his monster cock. I didn't move my ass in the air plugged I listened as my wife was properly pleased.

It seemed like forever before Cindy emerged. Cum running down the inside of her thigh she had me roll on my back and lowered herself so I could lick all of his manly cum from her grabbed pussy.

I didn't even notice her lover had left. Before Cindy released me.

"Go get cleaned up, don't take this out" she smacked the plug in my ass. I felt like I would cum again. But my little nub was sucked up almost inside me. I showered using all the lovely scented products Cindy insisted I use. So I didn't smell like a man. I even used woman's deodorant. Cindy handed me a pair of pink panties with ruffles all down the ass. She had me slio ,y arms into a matching bra..

"Your a true cocksucker now Kevin" she teased me pushing on the plug.

"You can't wait till I find a real cock to take this either can you?" She giggled. Cindy continued to dress me. We had played at this before were I had worn her clothes. But usually other then panties we didn't bother. Today she had me in stockings and a pink leotard. Then a mini skirt. And high heels she had bought me some months ago. She wasn't done as she sat me down and applied makeup. And styled my long hair. Only then did Cindy go and shower and get dressed. I just sat and waited and watched as she did. She wore simple yoga pants and an oversized tee.

"Go answer the door" Cindy said looking at her phone. I was confused then heard the door bell. Panick took me.

"Stop, and go answer the door" Cindy told me. Cindy followed me as I walked to the door.

"Go ahead" she incouraged me. As I did I saw Jackie my best friends wife staring back at me.

"OH you look delicious" she laughed. Stepping inside. She pushed me backwards. She sat on the bench in the front hall spreading her legs. She wore no panties and cum was leaking from her.

"Clean your friends cum up" Cindy told me. Pushing me to my knees.

"Suck up all of Mark's thick cum. Crave your friends cum" she whispered in my ear. I did as she said. Jackie pulled my head down holding it in place as I made her cum as I cleaned my friends cum from her.

"You love cum so much dint you baby?" Cindy teased as my face was now covered in both my friend and his wife juices. Then Jackie left.

"By tomarrow everyone will know" Cindy informed me "Jackie has the biggest mouth" Cindy laughed and kissed me. Tasting out friends on my lips.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 3/21/2023

i didn't want to sit down and write this bc i was having too much fun playing viddy gaem

listening

IT'S QUICKER AND EASIER TO EAT YOUR YOUNG!!!

"i'm starving...darling,,," is very sexy but the way the lyrics slowly slide into something more and more horrifying until the chorus hits??? mwah. lovely.

my one critique is that this song is...breathy, for lack of a better word? does not showcase the man's magnificent pipes. oh well! there are other songs.

how'd i find this: im gay, also he is one of the most popular indie artists in the World. his first album went platinum six fucking times.

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reading

i read all of frank miller's sin city bc im on a noir kick and i didn't have a good time. the closest i got to fun was (deadly little, always described as "deadly little") Miho, a mute japanese??? generic asian??? assassin who is tits out not in these panels but in almost all others, rollerblading around mowing down guys with her katana. that was a painful sentence to write.

i read a lot of genre fiction. i read a lot of older genre fiction. they are not written with me, a bisexual "woman", in mind. and that’s ok bc not everything has to be written with me in mind. rarely have i read something that is more For The Boys Only!!! than frank miller’s sin city. felt kind of gross and a little put off the whole time i read these and they made me a little bit upset and afraid of men in a way i have not felt since high school. now it does feel odd to go “i didn’t think this noir was very pleasant >:(“ but miller’s work feels unpleasant and distinct from, say, chandler or hammett in a way i am still having trouble articulating. it is possible that the misogyny in chandler is a flavor i already know and barely register the taste of anymore. it may be that i got tired of looking at miller's women with twelve-inch waists and nipples as full and perky as their mouths.

mostly i think the labor market in sin city is super fucked up. women in sin city exist to have their value extracted from them in a way that is different and worse than normal capitalism. like, i can see how someone would read these comics and go full SWERF. women are literal trophies, both arm candy and in a very upsetting trophy hunting way. especially in the final volume, women are machines of potential profit. aside from one landlady and one cop and one child who grows up to be a prostitute, all the women in this whole city seem to be prostitutes or prostitutes who have married up and out. like there aren’t really even any women on the street just walking or in diners. it’s all dudes.

this is probably a comics vs novels thing, but miller is often sadistic in a way that chandler is not. a guy dies on a page to make cool art. they fuckin mow through dozens of goons a volume. if a guy dies in chandler it’s usually bc chandler's philip marlowe has stumbled across a dead body accident and it becomes a tremendous pain in order to tip off the cops that a body needs retrieving without getting framed for the kill. marlowe (and by extension chandler) is a people person-- he is a detective bc he likes figuring out what makes people tick. he is alert and it's hard to get one over on him but his resting state is congenial. despite his job, he still does believe in the concept of justice.

sin city (more of a comment than a question) says "if people piss you off you should kill them." this is not to make light of the very real Situations that protagonists in sin city find themselves, but there are very few problem solving skills on display other than "apply dick" or "apply gun". VERY RARELY, "apply pussy". that last one almost never works out tho.

aside from All That, it does contain some of the best straight up art (not just comics art) ive ever seen. the command of light and shadow is incredible. the command of negative space is incredible. panels aren’t busy unless they’re showing the chaos of a scene. he doesn't draw every single brick bc that's not important to the scene. it’s really quite stunning.

also the MOVEMENT in this fringe is incredible. do u see what i mean about the nipples tho

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watching

i gotta lotta fuckin bones to pick with the manda/lorian but they're all spoilery. this shit fucking sucks man. it's twenty fucking twenty three we have had well over a century to master storytelling through the art of the moving image.

all three eps so far have felt very weirdly edited-- like a lot of changes happened after filming and there wasn't enough time for pickups?? this is a gajillion dollar show just reshoot some shit on your little fake stage i am Begging you. at least bo-katan looked hot. god she's awful i love her

again again i say to ye, what if star wars was good? i am slightly terrified that andor may have ruined me for any s/tar wars that follows but by any metric these first three s3 mando eps are simply not good television.

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playing

ty @pasta-pardner for gifting me Weird West some weeks ago bc it is the new thing i am obsessed with. this first trailer gives a better sense of the Vibes than the launch trailers imo

i find it is scratching a lot of the rpg itches that new vegas does: you wander around beautiful western settings running into weird shit, followed around by a hot butch you've recruited to your cause. unlike new vegas, it is a little less forgiving and you have to really scrap and loot everything that isn't nailed down.

this is a top-down action rpg with a weird little aiming system that is sort of a 3D twinstick? it takes some getting used to, and shooting is not the part of any game i am particularly good at. here's xbox wire's screenshot, which gives a good idea of how isometric it is and what enemy detection looks like. i do wish i could expand the minimap, bc some of the locations like mines or bigger towns can really sprawl.

i have one big annoyance bc it is a thing that made me take a break and sulk for a bit: as you're traveling across the map (not open world, location-based), you can run into Travel Encounters. you can decline to engage with some of them. you cannot save within or between the encounters unless you stop and make camp. if you're on a long journey to a different corner of the map, you might run into three Travel Encounters. if you die on the third, you are catapulted back to your starting point. this is tremendously annoying in the early game, so either take short trips or get good at about-facing and exiting areas quickly.

a writer i admire likes games that let him tell stories about what happened in the game to other people-- this is a game that very much facilitates that. i was ambushed during a Travel Encounter by the some outlaws, bc i accidentally let one escape while i was trying to collect a bounty on his boss, and that specific named grunt came back with a Vendetta. but! i met a dying outlaw from the band who kidnapped my character's husband in a different second encounter, swapped some bandages for a treasure map, and he is now a Friend for Life. so he showed back up to help me during that ambush AGAINST FELLOW OUTLAWS WHO SEEM TO HAVE SOME SORT OF MEMORANDUM OF UNDERSTANDING??? mWAH. DELICIOUS. LOVE SYSTEMS INTEROPERATING.

ive put like six hours into this, and it has five chapters with five different characters. i have not progressed past the first chapter bc i am having so much fun poking around. i am so so so grateful that the first character is a wife seeking revenge and not the other way around. ppl are throwing big baby tantrums in the steam forums about this but you know what? some husbands should be macguffins sometimes. widens their perspective.

i am fascinated by the drips and drabs of lore this game is feeding me. there's an order of witches with huge underground temples that (crucially!) they did not build, but have adopted for their own uses without really understanding who built them and why. i want to know so much more about their whole shit. there are werewolves but idk what their deal is bc i haven't met any yet.

i am a simple woman! i only demand perfect cowboy western-flavored rpgs and so far this is holding up. i will have more thoughts as i go along but goddamn is it fun to play. we truly do love a competent little rpg with interesting lore and good stealth mechanics that lets you loot everything in sight.

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making

mostly fallow week, wrists hurty

made this tuna-chickpea salad for lunch. it is quite rich for a lunch. there are a lot of components that may be challenging to digest all together for a milennial with tummy troubles.

this would have definitely been improved by solid instead of cheap chunk tuna (or salmon. this would be great with canned salmon) and if i actually chopped the baby spinach instead of going "it's fine" and flinging it all in. or maybe wilting the spinach, but that's a lot of extra work and this would be a very warm, wet salad :/ the point is the chickpeas really want to sink to the bottom. i like that there is no cooking involved, only assembling, but realistically i have only half of these ingredients in my house at any given time. screengrabs from the site bc i paid a dollar but there's no reason you have to

[the-rainbow-lesbian]

https://twitter.com/skythedon___/status/1622141288140382208?s=46&t=Cmf8QhD4l4hQH5fLqluXTA

on twitter i saw this thread of bisexual women attacking this lesbian saying being bi means they only like women sexually and saying dating women is not a valid option because “men bring balance” and “women are too emotional” mask off moment in all these replies and threads with the lesphobia. a lesbian said hey consider why you only see women like sex objects and not romantic partners but shes an man incel for speaking the truth??? at this point when a bi calls a lesbian a man it’s pure projection. they act like fuckboys.

they are all coming in hordes letting the oh so stupid regressive lesbians for not knowing “it’s biSEXUAl not biLOVING” (literal quotes from bisexual women in the thread) they are admitting gay people are only sex freaks in their minds but osa is the only real love and romance. lesbians and gay men LOVE the same sex. bi women like their moids have no respect for women only men. the fact even radfem black agrees which is why i found these threads is why i don’t trust any bi radfem. “i only see women for sex but you’re the incel for suggesting we stop looking at women purely as sex toys” apparently examining misogyny and homophobia doesn’t apply to bi women and feminism because they’ve above all while being the shittiest people.

I think Sky the woman responding is bi too but like, a lot of lesbians already know this anon, and this is why we try to protect ourselves but because people dehumanize lesbians and think the worst of us they never consider why we prefer to be with other lesbians instead they are like oh they must all be evil biphobes who think bi women are filthy… etc just because we don’t want to be used.

and I skimmed through the comments (didn’t read the entire thing) and people were saying OOP has internalized misogyny poor thing uwu and I am like oh wow really? lesbians have been called deviants/misogynists/incels and compared to men for waaaaaaaay less, if we spoke about women like a pair of tits and pussy like this woman is doing we’d never hear the end of it, I saw a lesbian on twitter get called a sexual deviant for joking about eating out her wife for 2 hours. also don’t get me started on radfem black I used to be on twitter and saw some ….. unfortunate things.

[fruitalike]

OF COURSE || Elliott x Harvey & Elliott x Alex

RATING: Explicit 18+ obviously

PAIRING: TRANS ELLIOT x Harvey (1st) & TRANS ELLIOT x Alex (2nd)

TAGS: KINKTOBER 2022 DAY 10 VOYEURISM, TRANS ELLIOTT, piv sex, creampie, they’re married, alex is in college, elliott and harvey are ~30 alex is 25, looks like cheating, jerkin it to other people havin sex :), nipple play, degradation, (genitalia = pussy & tits), hand job

WORDS: 3155

SUMMARY:

It was quiet but he could hear him plain as day say, “Oh, fuck.” Well, he wasn’t really talking, he was very clearly moaning. But he didn’t sound like he was in pain. He shuffled back against the wall and looked into the window in the door. He hoped he wouldn’t be seen as he was, he knew damn well he really should leave, but he just couldn’t help himself. Alex bit his lip as he got a clear view. Elliott was...

(for sukipuppy/puppysuki's kinktober day 10: voyeurism) 

a/n: will be continued for day 23 and day 31 even if it doesn’t come out that day

READ ON AO3

OR

Alex was hardly an academic—that much was obvious to anyone who knew him. But he usually got by well enough, until college came around, at least. Suddenly he found himself struggling to maintain the required 2.0 grade point average he needed in order to participate in his beloved gridball. With his grades drifting below that point, he was under pressure from the university, his coach, and his team to pull his act together. Which was an ego boost fit to balance out the hit his would take in needing a tutor at all. But anything for the star quarterback, right?

Eventually he found himself the help he needed in Pelican Town’s own hermit, Elliott. But it would seem that while he was away at college (and generally not paying any attention to him), the redhead was no longer a hermit at all! Indeed, he was not only a published author but a husband to the town’s doctor! How his grandmother had managed to leave out that piece of town gossip on their monthly phone calls he’d never know.

Gossip aside, Elliott was the only one of the two people in town that could fill the role Alex set out that had the free time to do it. His husband, Harvey being the only other option; but he of course was busier and even weirder than Elliott so Alex preferred the latter anyway. The author also thought that adding ‘local tutor’ to his book jackets might make him seem humbler and his writing more appealing.

So, every week Alex took the bus back into the valley and made his way to the doctor’s office and into the apartment above. There Elliott would always be waiting for him, ready to start whatever lesson he needed help with. Alex’s worst subject had always been English, as he’d found it boring. But he’d be lying if he said that applied to Elliott’s lessons. He was so engrossed and well-versed in whatever they were covering that he managed to make in interesting enough for Alex to pay attention. His improving grades were evidence of that fact. It certainly helped that Elliott was attractive, of course.

Alex would never admit it aloud, but Elliott was one of the most attractive men he’d ever known. That much was true even before he’d left for college, and played a role in how much of an effort he’d made to ignore him. He knew that he didn’t have much of chance with the older man so he left him be. Though now of course he had come to regret that, the bastard having married the biggest loser in town. Maybe that was unfair to the doctor, he was kind and well intentioned, obviously not making very much money as such a small-town doctor but continuing to remain and treat his patients regardless, instead of following the money elsewhere. But that hardly mattered to Alex, there were, like, fifteen other redheads in town he could’ve chosen to spend his life with, but oh no, he had to choose the only one that Alex liked!

Seedier parts of him told him to try to seduce Elliott so that he could have the older man for himself. Even seedier parts of him told him it wouldn’t be very hard considering the way his beloved always dressed when he came to his tutoring sessions. His questioning of his scantly glad teacher was brushed off with the insistence that the silk robes he always wore—that barely covered his ass, mind you—were his ‘house clothes’ that he wore around the house to be more comfortable. While Alex truly did understand that Elliott had the right to wear whatever he wanted to in his own home, he couldn’t help but question if that was truly his daily attire. He couldn’t comprehend the dweeb he called a husband being able to keep himself together around such a gorgeous man. He’d probably get sweaty and red in the face and walk around with a hard on all the time. Alex, on the other hand, was calm, cool, and collected around Elliott. He let his attraction to him to be known when he flirted with the redhead, but only after he started it. The sexpot flirted with him regularly, too!

Alex was cautious about getting caught up with a married man, of course, but he wasn’t caught up with him, even! They were just friends! And it was nice to have an older friend that could add some perspective to his life. They’d grown close as the semester went on, and he’d even come out to Alex as trans! Alex didn’t know what that meant and promptly looked it up after he left, but he came to understand how much Elliott trusted him when he figured it out. He found himself caring only as much as he thought he ought to—Elliott was the same man he’d known before, after all. He figured it was probably better for Elliott that way, there was a distinct lack of awkwardness and only a deeper understanding of his friend. He asked bluntly if Harvey treated him well in that aspect. As much as it irked him to hear how much the two loved each other, he was relieved to hear Elliott gush about Harvey’s kindness and understanding.

Despite cluing Alex in on how much he loved his husband, Elliott continued to flirt with him. Every time that Alex came to the sessions, he wondered if they were finally going to cross the line from flirting and lingering touches and devious looks to kissing or even more than that. He started to wonder if Elliott was allowed to step out of their marriage, but he shook away the thought, knowing that he just wanted that to be true.

Alex pulled himself together and stepped off of the bus. He’d gotten a bit turned around with all the thoughts of Elliott in his head competing for space and he’d gotten on the bus route before the one he was supposed to be on. He wasn’t sure how he’d lost track of time in reverse, but he was there now. He tried to make himself busy as he was far too early to show up at his appointment. He visited his grandparents, went to Pierre’s to grab a drink, and even the library to waste time.

Eventually he decided that twenty minutes early was the best he could do as he was bored out of his mind. Walked into the clinic, the door was unlocked and the lights were on, but he didn’t notice the doctor anywhere. He carefully walked up the stairs, trying to be quiet in case one of them was sleeping or something. As he was about to raise his fist to knock at the doors, he heard Elliott’s voice inside. It was quiet but he could hear him plain as day say, “Oh, fuck.” Well, he wasn’t really talking, he was very clearly moaning. But he didn’t sound like he was in pain.

He shuffled back against the wall and looked into the window in the door. He hoped he wouldn’t be seen as he was, he knew damn well he really should leave, but he just couldn’t help himself. Alex bit his lip as he got a clear view. Elliott was bent over the kitchen counter, his little robe pushed up over his ass, and his underwear around his ankles. His chest was flat to the countertop and his nails tried to scratch into the surface, his face turned the opposite way from where Alex was, obviously looking up at Harvey, who was fucking him senseless. Alex didn’t think he had it in him! He was very surprised to see the doctor half-way composed, his dress shirt pulled up slightly and his pants and boxers pulled down just enough to be able to get his cock into Elliott. The dweeb still had his glasses on but he figured that would be the only way he could see what he was doing.

Alex scanned them both and neither of them seemed to notice him, so he relaxed a little. He shuffled as close to the wall as he could and just stood there, watching. His cock ached in his pants and his heart ached with jealousy, as Elliott never stopped making those sweet little noises, and seemed to be quite enjoying the way his husband was fucking him. Alex was sure that he could fuck him much better than Harvey was! His cock was probably bigger too.

He focused on Elliott exclusively, he twitched in his pants as he watched his ass bounce with every one of Harvey’s thrusts, his body lurching forward with how hard he was getting fucked. Alex desperately wanted to pull out his cock and jerk himself to Elliott’s moans and cries for ‘more’, but he didn’t want to get caught with pants down, literally.

His fears were legitimized as he watched Elliott get pounded in the same spot over and over again. His back arched and he held onto the counter for dear life. He looked back at Harvey and cried for him. Alex couldn’t believe it, he was going to cum. That bastard was going to make his Elliott cum all over him. The only thing that even remotely made up for it was that he got to watch. He watched as Elliott’s legs shook, and the thrusts slowed, and Harvey dug his fingertips into his hips as he finally came. Elliott’s entire body shook as his orgasm washed over him, and he was pretty sure he saw his eyes roll back into his head.

He watched as Harvey obviously pulled out, rubbing up against Elliott with his cock. He’d bet all he had that Elliott was just as handsome down south as he was every where else. Just as Alex was getting ready to leave, and sit back downstairs so that they wouldn’t know he’d watched them, he saw Harvey run his fingers through Elliott’s beautiful hair and then he nodded. To his horror Harvey put his cock back into Elliott. And he wasn’t just doing so that he could cum inside of Elliott. He started off slow. He was going to make Elliott cum again.

Alex couldn’t take it anymore. He needed Elliott. He pulled out his cock and spit in his hand as quietly as he could. He wasn’t going to get to have Elliott, so watching him get fucked would have to do for now. He jerked his cock quickly. He kept his jaw shut tight and didn’t make a sound, but he jerked himself as hard as he could manage. He needed to cum. Everything would fall into place after that. Then he would have a clear head and he could react normally to things concerning Elliott again.

He held his breath as Elliott turned towards him. For a second he was sure that they’d locked eyes. But Elliott laid down on the countertop just as he had before and Alex ignored the thought. He didn’t have it in him to care quite honestly. He watched as he got fucked harder and faster and deeper whenever he begged for it. He jerked himself in time with Harvey’s thrusts, imagining he was the one fucking him. He was the only one here that deserved to be fucking Elliott, of course. He kept jerking even when he was sure that Elliott probably saw him. He kept jerking as Elliott neared another orgasm. He kept jerking even though he was burning with jealousy. He kept jerking as Elliott came. He kept jerking as Harvey came inside of Elliott. Finally, Alex came into an old tissue he had in his pocket as he ached for Elliott and watched his husband pull out of him. He took satisfaction in the fact that he came after Harvey.

He waited until they retreated into the bathroom to flee back downstairs, cleaning himself up with some tissues from Harvey’s desk. He threw them into his personal trashcan, almost hoping he’d see them.

Alex took his usual position in the waiting room. That’s were he’d usually sit if he showed up and Harvey wasn’t in the clinic. He didn’t know what made him deviate from that today, but he was glad that he did.

He sat in his chair and waited. Eventually Harvey came down the stairs and greeted him, giving him the go ahead to venture upstairs. He was clearly freshly showered.

When he got upstairs, everything went the way it always did. Elliott tutored him in English, Alex learned something efficiently and effectively. All was well. Elliott’s hand drifted up and down his thigh, all was not well. He was too sensitive this time. He grew hard, quickly. He hoped he wouldn’t notice but he was pretty sure that there was no way Elliott hadn’t seen. They finished up the session early, and Alex was desperate to leave. But Elliott wanted to talk. He’d do anything for Elliott.

They made small talk for a while. Eventually one of Elliott’s arms was across the back of the couch, and the other sliding a hand up and down his thigh. Up and down. Up and down. He was such a tease. “Did you enjoy the show?”

Alex’s heart pounded. “What show?”

Up and down. Up and down. Further up and down. “Earlier?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His hand stopped at the top of his inner thigh. He twitched. “You don’t?”

Alex shook his head. “You don’t remember watching my husband fuck me?”

His heart pounded. Elliott cupped his hand over his clothed cock. Deny, deny, deny! He shook his head again.

Elliott leaned in closer and rubbed up and down his shaft over top of his pants. Up and down. Up and down. “You don’t remember standing at my door and jerking your perverted little cock while my husband fucked me?”

Alex shook his head. Elliott pressed down a little harder. “Then you won’t care when I tell Harvey then, right? Because you weren’t doing anything?”

His breath caught in his throat. If Harvey found out he’d kick Alex out. Alex would fail. Alex would get kicked off the gridball team. He calls his bluff. He turns to face Elliott. “If you were gonna tell him, why haven’t you yet?”

Elliott is focusing on just his head now, rubbing it with his thumb. Alex thinks he might die like this. He gives Alex a look that would convince any man to let Elliott do whatever he wanted to them. “Why would I do that to him? Have him worry about your spoiled rotten perverted punk ass while he’s at work all day?” He rubs him harder and gets closer. “Do you think that’s fair to him?”

Alex shakes his head. Elliott pulls his cock out of his pants. He jerks him slow, his precum providing plenty of lubrication. “No, it’s not fair, is it? For you to make something so normal into something so perverted. All Harvey wanted to do was shove his fat cock into his husband’s tight little pussy like he does everyday before work. And you had to come and jerk off in the window.”

His cock ached so desperately that his eyes began to water. Elliott snickered. “Oh, you want to cry now? Come here come cry on my chest since you want to be a baby.” He kept jerking him, but used his other hand to guide Alex’s head to his chest.

Elliott leaned back and Alex huddled up to him, trying not to look down his robe. He jerked Alex just fast enough to keep him hard, but just slow enough to keep him from getting off. Inevitably, Alex looked down his robe. His cock throbbed at the sight of Elliott’s little pink nipples through his tank top. He laughed at him again. He pushed him off his chest pulled up his shirt, revealing himself to Alex. Elliott let his robe slide down his shoulders so that Alex could have a better view. He couldn’t help but look.

He groped himself with his free hand. “Come suck on ‘em. After all that you’ve done today, the least you could do is make me cum.”

Alex gleefully obliged. Licking and sucking one nipple, playing with the other, then switching vice versa. Groping him gently as his tits were small in his big hands. He tried to ignore the hickeys on his tits as best he could. Elliott slid his fingers through Alex’s hair and jerked him a little faster. Alex sucked and groped him harder. Elliott moaned. Alex’s cock poured precum, tears streaming down his face. He needed to make Elliott cum.

It didn’t take long before Elliott was jerking him fast and pulling on his hair. “I’m already so sensitive because Harvey’s fucked me so much today. You’re going to make me cum with just my tits because dirty little perverts like you don’t get to have pussy.”

Alex just hummed around his mouthful. “You’re a filthy fucking pervert, aren’t you?”

Alex nodded. He could feel Elliott tensing up. He was going to make Elliott cum. His orgasm was rising quickly as well.

Elliott clasped his hand over his mouth as he came, trying to keep himself quiet. Alex wanted to touch him more and help him ease through his orgasm but he didn’t dare. He just moved with the flows of Elliott’s quaking body, both to keep from knocking his teeth out and to keep from biting the redhead.

As Elliott eased down, Alex got closer and closer to the edge. His head was on Elliott’s chest and he gasped and moaned as he kept jerking him. “I’m gonna cum!” He whimpered.

Right as his orgasm was about to rush over him, Elliott curled his two middle fingers behind his thumb, and he flicked the head of Alex’s cock as hard as he could. He did it a second time for good measure. The action immediately killed his boner. His cock was completely flaccid.

Elliott pushed him off and licked his precum off of one of his fingers. He got up and left, going to the bathroom to wash his hands. He returned and changed his underwear in front of the still gasping Alex. He got a small glimpse of Harvey’s cum leaking out of Elliott before he pulled his underwear all the way up, but it wasn’t enough to reinvigorate his cock.

Elliott grabbed a couple of tissues out of a box on the dresser in front of him and used them to put Alex’s cock back in his pants. He snickered at the confused look on his face. “No one said that you were going to cum.”

He rubbed Alex’s chest. “But maybe if you can manage to conduct yourself with a little decorum, we can discuss that.”

[the-old-man-has-the-phonebox]

Random shit

My mom keeps pushing me to get a cat. She is the main reason I cannot have a cat because she would never allow one in her house. At this point it just upsets me because I’m so fucking lonely and a pet would really help but it’s not like anyone takes what I need into consideration in this fucking house.

I have no money. Like I want to do so many things— I want to cosplay (or at least have one of the preexisting ones ready for Animarathon). I want to buy shit that makes me happy (in healthy amounts, ofc). But then I’d like to be able to afford, like, Dairy Queen or something? (Long story short I can’t trust the meat on campus so I’ve been craving protein like a motherfucker). I need to apply to jobs but I stall as soon as I get to the resume section because there’s absolutely nothing I’m fucking good at. I have no skills. Even if I get this degree I’m virtually unhirable.

I’m still so hurt by my mom. She texts me like everything is okay, but I know it’s not. I wish I had money to get a place. I don’t feel welcome in my own home anymore. If she’s never going to change, then she can rot. She doesn’t deserve me. She never did.

Speaking of finding a place: almost everywhere in town has no openings. They should because despite the semester just starting, signings for next year are in about a month or so. I found somewhere that may work, but I’d likely need some form of transportation. That leaves me with multiple options: 1.) bite the bullet and force myself to learn how to drive despite how harmful that level of constant anxiety will be on my mental health; 2.) get a gay little trike bike because I can’t ride a bike (long story short I have very vivid childhood trauma tied to trying to learn how and I also can’t balance for shit in general); 3.) grow some balls and just start walking more so I can gain endurance for walking a mile or two to campus in any weather (despite what I have reason to believe is a musculoskeletal condition I may have)

I’m just so fucking lonely, man. No one will ever like me, be it a friend or something more. I’m barely palatable online, and just borderline tolerable irl. I’m such a fucking waste of space. I do nothing of worth for anyone— my own parents see me as a waste of time and energy. It’s never be loved, let alone liked. I’m such a fucking weird ass loser that I’m seen as an outsider to people that are generally weird as well. Even if I wasn’t weird, I’m fat and unattractive (like, in the objective sense. Not in a “oh I’m a size 12 I’m so fat uwu” way). I’m actively ostracized for how I look. My existence is nothing but loneliness and suffering. I will die alone, be it a case of an elderly person not being found for a while because they had no one or a young adult found dead of their own doing. No matter how this ends, it will always end like this. There is no realistic situation where things turn out okay. The only reason I’m still fucking here is because I always pussy out because I’m afraid of not doing whatever method to the extent of guaranteed fatality and just end up suffering more (ex: I jump and miraculously survive, but now I’m alive and even more disabled than before).

I don’t even have the motivation to make art anymore, man. There’s literally nothing here left for me.

[spikesbunny]

♥︎ IN THE DARK ♥︎

+ warnings: established relationships (not mentioned, js for ref), semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving) (sanji), kitchen sex (sanji), sanji calls you pet names (love, princess, doll, baby, mon amour), fingering (both), sex on the deck (zoro), zoro calls you baby, ooc zoro (hes so sweet in this but we NEED sweet tender zoro)

+ ft: sanji and zoro (separate)

nsfw under cut, minors dni!!!

+ note: i love sanji and zoro so much mmmm <3 so late night sex w them hehe

also for sanji's part, you're referred to as '-swan', just because thats how it sounds when he pronounces san (Im assuming?? unless hes genuinly saying swan idk) so yea

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

♥︎ vinsmoke sanji

it was late at night, and you couldn't sleep due to you're throbbing headache. you didnt want to wake up the crew, so you carefully snuck out into the kitchen. you got a pot ready to make yourself some tea, hoping it would at least help to ease the ache.

little did you know, you woke up sanji.

"y/n-swan, what has you up at this hour?? you should be sleeping, love." the blonde looked at you, concerned. he comes over, applying a hand to your forehead, as if checking for a fever. "is everything alright?"

"yea, just couldn't sleep. my head's just bothering me a bit, nothing huge." you respond, looking at the tea pot, deciding if you wanted to have tea or something else to soothe your headache. "sorry 'bout waking ya up."

"no, no, never be sorry, i was already up." he reassures you, holding your hand.

you nod, dumping out the water. tea didn't sound good right now, you needed something faster.

"looking for something to ease it?" sanji ask, a small smirk creeping across his face.

"yea, do we have anything?" you ask, rummaging the cabinets.

"no, not really, but i do know some things that could help, doll~" he replies, the words falling from his mouth like sugar. you had an idea of what he was entailing, yet you wanted to hear him say it directly.

"yea? 'nd what would that be?"

"well- uh- i could, and its completely hypothetical, like only if you're okay with it, but uhhh-" he stutters, clearly flustered. you cross your arms, waiting for him to spit it out.

"i could eat ya out? ill treat you so good, y/n-swan, just your pleasure. trust me?" he practically pleaded, and how could you say no to such a sweetie?

and thats how you ended up propped on the counter, legs spread as sanji laps at your pussy. he enjoyed, loved it so much, it felt like a drug to him. his lips suck at your sensitive bud, two of his slender fingers curling up into your soaked hole.

you never had a man as talented or pleased as him. he moaned every time you tightened your grip on his hair, his voice vibrating against your cunt.

"baby, please, cum for me." he mumbles against your lips, before fucking you with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit.

"sanji, fuck, im close" you mutter, your legs trying to close, but being restricted by his arms holding you down.

sanji takes it as an invitation to get closer, his whole face practically in between your legs as he draws an orgasm from you. he drinks up every drop, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve and glancing up at you.

"you taste divine, mon amour~" sanji states, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.

"now please, go rest up, y/n-swan. you need some rest." he replies, helping you up. "i love you" he whispers, kissing your head, before walking you to your room after dressing you.

♥︎ roronoa zoro

fuck. you rise out of your bed after what felt like endless hours of tossing and turning. you couldn't sleep. not with the dull headache keeping you wide awake.

it was zoro's turn to keep watch, so you figured you would go visit him. and pray he wasn't drunk.

you walked out to the deck, and noticed zoro leaned against the railing. approaching him, you tap his shoulder, causing him to suddenly turn around. "oh, its just you. hey."

"hi."

"what's up?" he ask, before taking in your figure. the shorts and bra combo seemed to shock him, as he turned back towards the sea.

"i just have a headache, and couldn't sleep." you reply, hugging his waist. "can i just sit here with you?"

zoro nods, before turning to face you again. "anythin' i can do to help?"

"mmm, not really. unless you have something stress relieving."

"well, its quite vacant here. and it's been a while since it's just been you and me."

"are you suggesting sex?"

zoro nods, before planting a kiss to your lips gently. "whatcha say?"

your nod was all the confirmation he needed. he gently laid you down on the deck, before removing your shorts and undergarments.

"already wet, baby? i didnt know you were thinking of this" he teases softly.

"it was an idea" you mumble, before his fingers find their way to your clit and trace it once. you moan softly, groaning as he slowly inserts a digit and curls it in you.

he slides another finger in, curling it in unison with the other.

"fuckkk, zoro" you groan, as he presses a kiss to your head. his other hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing in time with his curls and thrust.

he feels you tighten around him, before inserting a third finger. you moan a soft string of incomprehensible nonsese, before cumming onto his thick fingers.

"you did so good, baby." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "feelin better?"

you nod, cuddling up to him. "can i stay here for the night?"

"sure" he replies, holding you against his chest as you let sleep claim you.

©2024 spikesbunny - please do not repost or translate my works on other media sites ♡

[15ktherapy]

I wonder how many of my issues I could blame my dad for. like he’s not evil or anything but he does suck. it’s okay though I can bully him so it’s fine. it’s funny though . Bros like you remember things I think you really shouldn’t. And I get to sit next to him and laugh like yeah funny how that works. kids can be traumatized fun fact. they remember that shit. Fun Fact. I don’t say that to him I just laugh in his face. because I’m evil. it’s okay though because I can tell him I don’t like him and it hurts his feelings. L bozo. that’s what u get. oh my god I think I picked up my emotional deceit from my dad. the double layer fake out….. stares blankly into space. whatever I’m better at it so who cares. I wonder if he remembers making me sit out of best activity ever. there was this school activity I did in the fourth grade and he literally went up to my school and demanded I sit out the class. God that’s so embarrassing. it was so fucking embarrassing. everyone gets to have fun. I sit in the corner. just me. all me. all by myself. you know if you stand out people look at you? yeah. fun. and I really liked Activity too. I wonder if this is why I don’t have any life passions. except drawing a little. you can’t take away my ability to draw u less you fucking bound my hands suck on that old man. well and it’s the most easily available thing ever. especially to do in school. ohhhh I’m drawing ? what are you gonna do about it? take the pencil? then what am I supposed to take notes withIDIOT ???? maybe I fear the take away. hmmm.

sorry still haven’t found a job yet so I’m being philosophical. I’ve applied for like six and only gotten a reply from one but that place was way farther away than I thought so umm. Don’t think I can take that. Also they wanted me to do a recorded interview. insane. just vibe check me through email like a real man.

I wonder if I should make a resume. I don’t have anything to put on it except “never had a job before please be nice to me” maybe that could get me pity. hmmmm

oh there’s this weird thing my dad does where he’s like I Should Get U A Gun. and I ignore that because it’s stupid. I have knives man. and then he’s like you probably shouldn’t have those. or a gun. Homeslice ur the one who brings it up all the time. I can have knives if I want. BLEHHHHHH. the gun is a cowards weapon anyway. I have a whole thing with that. ITS TRUE THEY ARE. let’s see how can I trace this back. ummm one time when I was a kid there was something on the radio about a guy getting beat to death with a rock (by multiple ppl) and my dad (white Texan man) is like oh what are the liberals gonna ban rocks too ? and me, not sure how old I was but younger than I think I should’ve been, is like. that’s stupid. it’s circa 2015 or something I’m like twelve and I’m like well that’s fucking stupid. because it is. if you want to shoot someone you have to what? pick the thing up maybe flick it’s safety off and pull the trigger? dude you have to put so much effort into beating someone to death with a rock. it’s a fucking rock. anyway the point is the argument is stupid. it’s not “this thing can cause death so it’s bad” it’s more about the ease of the whole thing. murder should be personal. if you want to kill me put some fuckin effort into it, pussy. if you want to kill someone you should have to put the effort in. just My Opinion. stare into my eyes while you kill me dude. murder should rlly be about acknowledgement. awwww little baby wanna hide behind something to kill me ? can’t even look me in the eye? booooooooooo. bitch. do it urself coward. stab me.