#pushed my stomach's sensitivities this is all my fault

[fractalkiss]

guess who is weak and sick before christmas. Lmaoo why did i do this to myself

[fairy-angel222]

“𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍’ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 !”

—how the jjk men punish you

ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, nanami, sukuna

cw: smut, overstimulation, choking, recording, degradation, praise, spanking, edging, toy use, mommy kink, daddy kink, squirting, crying, double penetration

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ✮

Gojo’s a pleasure giver. But he can’t help it if pleasure turns to pain. So when you make him real mad, what else to do but to fuck you till you’re crying. Shaking, begging him to give you a break. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your aching cunt with no remorse.

“P-pleasee Sat-oruuu, ‘m sorry-yy.” you cried with a hiccup. “I can’t t-take it. ‘M close again and i-it hurts.”

“It’s all your fault baby. Couldn’t just be a good girl f’ me now could you?” Landing a harsh slap to your overly sensitive clit making you mewl loudly.

You were a mess. Your cheeks stained black from the running of your mascara. The sides of your swollen red lips filled with drool at your constant cries.

A choked scream escaped your lips when Gojo reached down to rub your clit. Your hands flying to his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away. “Toruuu— uh uh, ‘s too s-sensitive,” you sobbed. Your boyfriend scowling as his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Unless you want your punishment to be worse, you better behave.” he growled out into your ear. You whimpered as you let go of him, the pace of his thrusts speeding up along with the movement of his fingers. “There we go, good girl.” he cooed.

The coil in your stomach was painfully ready to snap. Your eyes rolling back for what felt like the millionth time and your sobs becoming one with your moans as your body shook. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock as you squirted, Gojo’s hand rubbing messily at the wetness between your folds.

Gojo laughed darkly, “Seven outa seven times you’ve squirted huh, three more to go and i’m at a new high score.” Lifting you onto your hands and knees despite your tear filled whines of ‘no more.’

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ✮

Geto’s pretty mean sometimes. When he gets mad he loves to humiliate you. Fucking your throat with a camera in your face, calling you the most degrading names. Then making you watch it when you’re done and threatening to make it public if you ever disobey him again.

“Say hi to the camera slut. Tell them how much of a stupid fucking girl you’ve been,”

You only whine in response, your eyes welling with tears as Geto pushed your head further down on his cock. A loud gag sounding from your throat as your nose pressed against his pubic region, your nails digging into his thighs as you ran out of oxygen.

You let out a gasp for air when Geto roughly pulls your face back up, the camera zoomed into your spit coated chin, your flushed cheeks, and your glassy eyes. His palm landing on your cheek in a hard slap with the sinister tilt of his head. “ Ready to tell them why you’re here like this?”

You hiccuped, biting your lip at the sting flowing through your face. “‘M a bad girl who doesn’t obey instructions.” you whimpered, looking up through wet lashes as Geto smirked down at you. “And ‘s my fault ‘m getting punished.”

“Good girl.” Going back to fucking into your parted lips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brought himself to release. Pulling you off of him and spilling his cum all over your face. “Now smile for the camera.”

And you did as told, giving the camera a small smile as the thick white substance dripped onto your exposed chest.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ✮

Spanks you till your ass is red. Making you count each one and starting again every time you pulled away or reached back to grab his wrists.

“Fort-yy,” you cried, your ass sore as your boyfriend soothed his hands into your flesh. A smile on his face as he nodded in approval. “You did well.”

Then to “reward” you he’s stuffing his cock into you, fucking you sweet and slow till you’re moaning his name. Your head falling back at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

He fucks you just how he knew you liked it. Until your moans were getting louder and your legs started to tremble. “Ahh— Kentoo, ‘m close,”

Only to smirk down at you when he kissed down your neck, stilling his movements and pulling out of you as you clenched round nothing.

“Sorry sweetheart, bad girls don’t get forgiven that easily.” Walking away from you and leaving you whining with need. Your poor cunt in desperate need of a release.

Nanami’s expression doesn’t change when you beg him to finish the job. Sitting down and sipping his coffee as you attempted to rut your clit against his thigh. “K-kentoo please.”

“If you make yourself cum you get forty more.” he warned, watching as you whimpered pleadingly up at him. Your lips forming into a pout when he ignored you “You’re s-so mean.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you disobeyed me.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ✮

Toji’s even meaner side comes out when he’s angry, and he loves making you cum till you pass out. But not with his cock.

He leaves you tied to his bed, a gag in your mouth and your hands and legs bound to each corner of its frame. A vibrator strapped to your sensitive clit with a smaller one in you against your g spot.

“W-wait daddy don’t go— pl-ease don’t leave me like this.” you cried, the older man only smiling before gagging you again, waving goodbye before exiting the house.

The toys pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your poor body, your chin covered in your spit and tears. You couldn’t even feel your legs as they trembled, muffled screams falling past your lips as your pussy gushed onto the bed, again.

Your body spasmed, eyes shut tight as you attempted to pull your hips away from the vibrations on your clit. A defeated sob sounding in your throat when you were stopped by your restraints.

At least two hours went by, and your entire body was numb, your eyes struggling to stay open and your breathing heavy as you continued to swallow your tears.

When Toji gets home you’re already gone, the sheets underneath you soaked as you lay limp in the position he left you. Your legs still quivering with your wetness flowing uncontrollably out of your red, swollen cunt.

Toji smirked to himself, that should have taught you a lesson.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ✮

When you make Sukuna mad, he stuffs you full past your limit. “Kuna— don’t think it can fit. ‘S too much.”

“You better fucking take it. Since you wanna be so bad, i’ll make it fit.” Bullying both his cocks into your tight cunt, stretching you wide as he bottomed out in you.

You sobbed loudly, nails digging into his arms as you adjusted around his thick girth. Your head fuzzy and your tears not stopping as he chuckled darkly into your ear. “There you go.”

His hand reaching to wrap around your neck as he forced you to take him deep, your lips parted in silent choked mewls at the fullness. You’re letting out loud cries when he started bouncing you on him, his grin never falling as he thrusted up. Groaning deeply at how hard you tightened down on him.

When you get used to the sting you’re a moaning mess, your head thrown back as you filled the room with your noise. Legs trembling as Sukuna’s cocks both rubbed against your gummy walls.

“F-fuckkk— Kuna ‘m close.”

Sukuna scoffed. “This is a punishment, ya really think i’d let you cum?” he laughed loudly, eyes darkening as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Think again.”

Speeding up his pace until you were screaming, the coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap as you let your tears fall. “Pl-ease Kunaa. Needa cumm.”

“Yeah? Does my girl wanna cum that bad?” watching as you nodded with a whimper, pressing a hot kiss behind your ear. “Want me to let you cum?”

“Y-es— please.”

“Aww, well that’s too bad, if you cum you’ll never feel any of my cocks in you again.” he warned. A broken whine escaping your throat as your toes curled. You definitely wouldn’t last.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ✮

Choso is nine out of ten the one under you. But sometimes you make him really mad. And he punishes you the way he knows best.

His fingers on your clit as he lapped up your wetness, his face drenched in your slick and his eyes hazy at your taste. Your hands tied to the headboard above you as you tried to close your legs.

Choso whined into you. “Behave mommy— you always make me take my punishments, time for you to take yours.” His muffled voice against your flesh sending vibrations through your clit.

“Ch-oso— baby, you know am sorry, that’s enough.” you cried, your legs shaking as he sucked on your sensitive clit. “Choso,” you whimpered, “please baby- mommy can’t take it.”

He smiled widely, “That’s the point.” His hands hooking even tighter around your thighs. “Plus,” he groaned, “You taste sooo good.” Curling his tongue into your hole as you clenched down with a mewl.

“Gonna cum again mommy? Cum all over my face? Your pussy’s so sloppy.” he moaned, messily fucking you into you with his tongue. Your cries loud as you screamed his name incoherently.

Moaning as your sweet pussy gushed into his mouth, swallowing it down with a satisfied moan as he felt himself cum in his sweats. Again.

“‘M almost done mommy— promise.” he chuckled.

[ervotica]

hot rod — a.donaldson & p.zweig

pairings; art donaldson x fem!reader, patrick zweig x fem!reader, art donaldson x patrick zweig

summary; patrick comes to visit you and art at college. he finds college life is a lot more adventurous than once anticipated

warnings; mdni, 18+ only, SMUT, threesome, overstim, oral (m receiving), sub leaning!reader and art, more dom leaning!patrick, established throuple, polyamory

a/n; i’m not so sure how i feel about this tbh. i love the dynamic though so i pushed through even when it got away from me a little🥲 there will be another drabble for older!art and his pretty girl soon!!

you and art fuck until you’re brain dead and passed out from exhaustion. always have. neither of you possess an off switch, and when patrick’s not there to rein the pair of you in, things get a little… messy.

his cum is dried in your hair, the sticky substance smeared across your cheek, his knuckles still wet with slick.

patrick walks in, full belly laughs and peels you from art’s sweat soaked form, gives your cheek a pinch when you stir and whine.

he doesn’t clean you up because he likes to leave you naked whenever he has the opportunity — which is more often than not. seriously, you two need close supervision.

he just carries you with him to that shitty little armchair in art’s dorm, the room still stinking of sex and the humid summer air clinging to your skin; art shines with perspiration where he’s face down on the bed.

pat makes do with the lack of room, hooking a bare leg over the backs of your thighs until you’re squeezed snugly against his torso, face smushed to his chest. you’re snoring, and it makes patrick smile, slumping down in his chair to rest his lips against your cheekbone.

you wake slowly, eyes sticky and crusted over with exhaustion. your face is almost nestled beneath patrick’s armpit where you’ve been writhing in slumber and you grumble at the scent of sweat, layered with cheap aftershave. his hard-on presses to the center of your stomach and you can feel everything— the curve it makes now it’s hard and weeping, the feel of the spongy head, the vein that runs through the middle.

“you smell, pat,” you grumble, reaching up blindly to snatch the cigarette from between his teeth and take a long pull from the stick.

“yeah, well you’re not so hot yourself, babe. the whole room reeks.” he reaches down to tug on a loose strand of hair at the crown of your head. “there’s cum in your hair.”

“not my fault.” you stretch upward like a cat, curling into patrick’s chest. “where’s art gone?”

“still sleeping, baby.” he lights another cigarette, sacrificing the first one to you - still resting between your lips - and the clicking of the lighter draws your head upward to gaze through heavy lashes at him.

“come to bed,” you murmur, kissing his knuckles. your free hand coasts a long line across his jaw and you dig your thumb beneath his ear, giggling when he scrunches his features and relents, and pushes you to stand with a swat to your naked backside.

art curls into you instinctively when you roll onto the mattress, your hand threading through the curls atop his head. you scrub sweeping circles across his bare back and he hums a pleased sound, smearing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. patrick splays himself over the pair of you, all long limbs that sit askew to cover as much of your naked frames as possible.

art squints through the yellow light that illuminates the room, bright and artificial on his sensitive eyes. your movements against him don’t halt, a slow, rhythmic, loving sweep of your hands that he’s come to look forward to in moments like this. his jaw tilts upward as he mouths at your neck like a starved man, like you haven’t just gone five rounds and collapsed from overstimulation.

“you two need supervision,” patrick snorts. you quirk a bemused brow. “i’m serious, look at what you’ve done to each other! you look like you’ve been mauled.”

“jealous, much?” art mumbles sleepily, the sound muffled through your skin. you’re laughing and it splits your expression in two, eyes crinkled with amusement as the strawberry blonde boy snipes at patrick.

“should’a come to college with us, pretty boy,” you giggle. “could’a had this twenty four seven.” you dip your head until your brow presses to art’s. “poor pat, with no one to stick his dick in. how will he ever cope?”

“you could help me out, sweets,” he deadpans, the nickname saccharine and sour on his tongue all at once. art watches you through heavy lids. you huff, biting playfully at art’s lip before you tilt your head to face patrick,

“okay,” you chirrup. art’s quick to sit up, separating from your warmth in favour of nuzzling against patrick. patrick tips his chin down, slanting his lips against the blonde boy’s.

meanwhile, you’re working his cock through his shorts, palming the muscle until it chubs up beneath your hand, drooling a wet patch through the fabric. patrick groans, hips rolling up into your touch when you hook your fingers beneath his waistband and tug his cock free.

he moans into art’s mouth and your mouth goes dry at the sight. you’ve always loved to watch them like this, the way they get lost in each other, the way they start fervently pushing into one another’s space until patrick inevitably makes the first move and sticks his tongue down art’s throat.

patrick turns to putty beneath art’s roaming touch, huge paws that squeeze and grope and push at every inch of skin they come into contact with, not stopping even as you press your face to the seam of patrick’s balls, inhaling the sweat-soaked musk that creeps up your nostrils.

art’s hand snakes downward, flicking over pert nipples and ridges of muscle before he’s flicking a thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. patrick’s back bows into an arch as you lave your tongue over his sack, humming into the sensitive skin, full and heavy and begging for release. his hips rock upward into you as you seal your lips over him, eyes heavy with lust as art comes down to meet your mouth over his mushroom head.

it’s filthy and messy, downright pornographic as art licks over patrick’s cock, tongue pressing flat against the corner of your mouth and letting his spit pool there. you’re moaning - unable to help yourself - pressing your face forward to slant your lips over art’s fully. it’s all spit and drool as you lick into art’s mouth, the heady taste of the brunette boy still on your tongue, and then patrick’s bracing a hand against each of your heads and easing his cock through the seam where your spit slick mouths mesh.

you gasp and your damp lashes flutter, heavy with tears, and art’s tugging you frantically by your waist, pressing your bare chest to his own as patrick throws his head back and groans, shallow thrusts deepening. his breath stutters out in short, sharp bursts, chest heaving when your face slides down, down, down, all the way to the base of him until your pretty plump lips are wrapped around his sack.

you suck it into your mouth just as art takes patrick down his throat, the head of his cock bulging through the hollow of art’s throat as spit stretches and bows from the corners of his lips and lands in globs across your face.

you’re too drunk on the pleasure to care, the vibrations of your little sounds shooting right through patrick until you feel his balls tighten; he groans, long and loud, pushing closer to the pair of you as his cock pulses rhythmically and he releases down art’s throat.

you push your way through until your mouth is on art’s again, tongue licking into his mouth to taste patrick, wanting to be marked, claimed by both of them. his lips part, nose pressing to your cheek, and then he’s lifting you into his lap, his cock an angry red and pressed to the seam of your thigh.

patrick groans. there’s no fucking way he’s hard again.

“no more, you horndogs!”

[sleepyjuice]

him accidentally hurting you during sex 🥺🥺

this is somewhat self serving bc this has happened to me 🫣 idk if this could be triggering to anyone but this does involve pain during sex. anon I’m sorry if I made this way too deep lmao 😭 endometriosis girlies unite!!! this shit ain’t for the weak !!!!

“Fuck, fuck, takin’ me so good, baby.” jj groaned as he pounded into you from behind. His hands had a firm grip on your hips, your ass in the air and face in the pillows, the loud sounds of skin slapping skin filled the small bedroom.

You had been going for awhile, already had two orgasms and jj was currently working on giving you your third, and he was getting pretty close himself.

He quickened his pace as your moans grew louder, your pussy clenching around his cock, the euphoric feeling making your stomach twist and fill with a deep heat as you approached your orgasm.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he tightened his grip on your hips, pushing himself even closer to you to get himself slightly deeper into you.

Things were great, you were quite literally about to finish when his dick thrusted into you ever so slightly at an angle, causing you to yelp loudly in pain, your knees giving out beneath you as it quite literally felt like your cervix was sucker punched.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, ow! Stop! jj stop!” You managed to let out, your eyes squeezing shut as you attempted to ride out what felt like a period cramp on steroids, your breathing staggered.

jj immediately halted all movements, pulling himself out of you the second you told him to stop. He had originally thought that your knees gave out due to pleasure, but he now realized it wasn’t that at all.

“Shit—What’s wrong? What happened?!” He asked, now fully panicked, moving himself closer to your face, gently pushing your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you.

You fought back tears, forcing your eyes open to meet your boyfriend’s panicked ones, his eyes darting all over your face and down your body, expecting you to be bleeding or something with the way you had sounded.

“I don’t— fuck, I don’t know what happened but that last thrust felt like you punched or- or stabbed me in the cervix. Jesus Christ.” You groaned, attempting to take deep and slow breaths, but not move yourself too much because there was still that deep aching pain inside of you.

“Jesus…I-I’m so sorry, baby,” jj cooed, one of his hands hesitantly rubbing ever so slightly at your bare thigh as his other cupped your cheek, “that’s never happened before, I don’t know what I did. Do we need to like, go to the hospital? Fuck, I’m so sorry.” He rambled on, his heart racing in fear that he seriously messed up your insides, but he did his best to stay as calm and collected as he possibly could, not wanting to freak you out more than you already were. He didn’t want to hurt you more than he already had.

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You whispered after a moment. You could read him like a book, he was beating himself up over this. The lightness of his touch showed just how scared he was to hurt you.

“I think it’s just my endometriosis,” you sighed, your breathing slowly becoming more steady as the pain began to subside, “just hit a sensitive spot or somethin’.” You explained, reaching up to hold his hand that was holding your face.

He watched you carefully, eyes closing at your touch before fully laying down beside you and pulling you into his chest. He rubbed a hand down your naked back, his head resting atop yours as he kissed into your hair.

“Scared the shit out of me, baby…” he spoke after a moment, feeling your body begin to relax against his, continuing his soft and gentle touches on your back.

“It’s okay, the pain is starting to go away.” You assured him, his warm chest and his soft touch being the best comfort you could possibly ask for at the moment.

“That’s good, sweet thing. You wanna get up soon and we can take a bath or somethin’? Or you just wanna lay here some more?” He asked softly, peppering more sweet kisses onto your head.

“Mm, just wanna stay here a little bit longer. But I’m down for that bath later, though.” You hummed, curling into your sweet boyfriend.

You would definitely want a do-over later on once you were feeling fully better, but you would bring that up later, as jj was surely scared to ever be inside of you again.

[bunnisari]

if you’re still doing requests— can you do when plug!connie gets out of jail?

i gotchuuu guys 🫶🏾

WARNINGS ✩ — floor sex, stair sex, oral (fem receives), overstimulation, honestly not my best writing n i don’t rlly like this 😐

DT(S) ✩ — @undevidedattentionsblog @xocherishxo @tthatkidmimi @nydascienceguy

part one.

Your body was pressed against the cold marble floor. Your nipples were hard and sensitive.

Connie’s buff tattooed arm was wrapped around your neck, holding you in a chokehold. His body laid on top of yours, covering you almost completely. His cock was buried inside your wet hole, thrusting relentlessly.

He used his strength to push you back on his dick. He had no choice but to make you take it all because you kept running away from him,which he hated.

You and Connie didn’t get to make it to the bedroom before he ripped all of your clothes off. He already ate you out in the parking lot after he was released to you, giving you crazy back shots as well. On the way home he fingered you will you drove, almost causing three accidents.

You knew how much Connie missed you, but you weren’t prepared for how rough he was about to fuck your shit up.

You struggled to breathe as Connie was knocking the breath out of you with his hard thrusts. You ass bounced back in ripples after Connie shoved his hips deeper inside you.

“F-fuck. Why you keep running from me mama, hmm? I thought you missed me” Connie whined and panted heavily in your ear, licking the side of your cheek.

“I….” You attempted to say but your sensitive cunt was getting absolutely wrecked.

“Hmm, you missed me baby?” Your hand reached out infront of you, trying to get a grip on the ground.

You nodded your head in pleasure, biting your lip as Connie rolled his hips into you. “Mmm i’m gonna c-cum again..” you whimpered into Connie’s bicep.

Your body tensed, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Connie moaned in your ear. “Fuckkk I needed this so bad mami. I haven’t made you feel good in sooo long. It’s all my fault baby im so sorry” Connie rambled with his eyes rolled back, absolutely pussy drunk.

Connie could feel his sensitive cock pulsing.

“Cum wimme” Connie mumbled into your ear. You could feel your legs go numb as they shook. Connie practically humped you, trying to get as deep as he could.

“F-fuck” Connie cried out as you clenched around his length. His cum squirted deep inside you, followed by your cunt releasing your cum.

The living room was filled with your heavy breaths. You took the time to realize that you were still on the floor , right infront of the front door. Your clothes scattered on the floor, panties thrown over the couch.

Connie slide out of you with a whimper, watching cum slowly ooze out. It was such a filthy sight to see.

You jumped, feeling Connie’s hand slap your ass. You had so much you wanted to say to him. He was finally home.

But with the way your guts were rearranged, it was so hard to speak. Before you could process your recent orgasm, you felt Connie pick you up. Like instinct you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You squeezed your arms around his neck, so happy he was here. The silence was somewhat comfortable. You and Connie mentally agreeing to just live in this moment.

As Connie walked up the stairs, you felt his still hard cock slip into your dripping hole. You immediately clenched around him, causing Connie to pause on the middle of the steps.

You winced due to how sensitive you were. You could feel Connie’s hands on your thighs, slowing bouncing you up and down.

You let out a groan of frustration, he can still keep going?

“Constancee ” You gasped out.

“Yeah ma? It feels good” His lips glide over yours as he turns towards the rail, letting you lean on it.

His thrusts pick up, his cock hitting you right in your cervix.

“ohh my g…” you bite your lip, holding onto Connie.

“S-shittt. you feel so good” Connie’s eyes roll back as his tip kisses that one spot.

You can feel your stomach start to clench already, you eyes tearing up again from overstimulation.

“Fuck daddy mm gonna cum again” you moan out as you feel the knot snap. Connie continued thrusting until you squirted, squirting his cook out. Connie held onto you as you covered his stomach in your wetness. “Damn” Connie mumbled to himself.

Your legs were shaking, completely loosing strength around Connie’s waist.

“I gotchu ma” Connie carried you to your bedroom. He took time to look around. You changed most of the decorations in the room, pictures of you and Connie all around the room. Connie laid you down on the bed before spreading your legs open and taking his place between them.

“You’ve came so much baby” Connie laughs as he lightly circles his finger around your clit. You jumped at his touch. “Please no more. I can’t take anymore daddy. Just let me please you” You reached your hand down to get his attention.

Connie interlocked his fingers with yours , shaking his head. “No I left you. I haven’t pleased you. I need to make up for it all. I need to make you feel so good” His soft hands ran up and down your thighs, softly kissing your inner thigh.

His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly. Your other hand reached down to push his head away but he only pushed your hand away.

He flicked his tongue on your clit, drowning in your wetness and moans.He rubbed two fingers up your slit before slowly pushing them in, curling them upwards.

“Go ahead and moan for me sweetie,” Connie fastened the pace of his fingers. “Let me know i’m making you feel good”

Your toes curled, body stilling for a moment. Connie slightly jumped at the sudden liquid that splashed against his face. Fuck he really had you so touch deprived. You were cumming faster than you ever had before.

Connie licked you once more before coming up to your face.

Connie sloppily kissed your sticky lips, his tongue sliding against yours.

“Fuck in the shower?”

[suskz]

Not my fault

pairing: sub!Felix x dom!fem!Reader

tw: jealousy ; smut ; mutual masturbation (m!rec) ; mommy kink ; cock slapping ; orgasm denial ; begging ; overstimulation ; there are safe-words between Felix and reader but they don’t use them

w/c: 922

a/n: this is just a thought I had about Felix a couple of days ago remembering those smut audios of whiny lixie that make me damn hot. and wanted to share it with you. This is literally just pure smut, so I had no idea how to title it lmao. You’ll understand the title reading one of the paragraphs; literally, it’s just one paragraph (not that the whole thing is that long lol), the rest is smut, but it makes sense anyways, so.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Felix didn’t think it would end like this. With him sitting on the edge of your bed and you kneeling between his legs, your hand moving skilfully up and down his length.

His eyes are filled with tears that haven’t yet fallen. They’re tears of pleasure, or perhaps irritation. He doesn’t even know.

His cock is hot, wet, and it feels almost swollen. Pre-cum drips from its tip, which you occasionally collect and spread along its length.

“S-sweetheart…” his voice is low and trembling, but he doesn’t use his deep voice —it wouldn’t come out as sexy and dominant as he’d like, only desperate.

You interrupt him immediately, “Oh no, don’t try to sweet-talk me now,” you tighten your grip around his cock, and he whines at both the gesture and your words. “You won’t come until I let you.”

A sob escapes his throat, and he feels tears might start streaming from his eyes any moment.

His moans become louder as he feels that immense pleasure building up in his abdomen, only to be taken away just before it completely takes over. You remove your hand from his cock, and he cries out, pushing his hips up into the air instinctively with heavy breaths, feeling his release slipping away.

His mascara is ruined because of his eyes that had been closed too tightly, and now there are black dots on his cheeks above his freckles.

As soon as he lowers his hips onto the bed, you reattach your hand to his cock, and he moans obscenely and thrusts up into your palm, but you detach it after a few strokes.

“P-please,” he whimpers looking at you, “Please, mommy please,” he chokes on a sob.

You give his dick a light slap, making him gasp, “Stop talking and take it,” you start fisting his cock vigorously again, and Felix throws his head back, closing his eyes and feeling small tears forming at the outer corners of his eyes.

Breathy moans leave his throat. His face contorts from the slight pain that the tight grip of your hand causes on his sensitive cock.

When he feels his climax approaching, he expects you to remove your hand, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, you warn him.

“You won’t come until I allow you, understood? And stop being whiny.” Felix feels like crying. He squirms to escape your touch and tries everything to hold it in. But it’s difficult after all the times he’s been denied to come.

“Y/n— mommy please I can’t, please stop—” he wants to be good, he really wants to; in fact, he keeps his hands in place without moving them to stop you or, earlier, to touch himself, just as you told him; but it’s too hard for him right now. His hands clench into fists, gripping the sheets in his palms, and he takes deep breaths, trying to resist as much as possible and hoping that you’ll allow him to come soon.

Because he promised you he would be a good boy for you, after you two got home and you got angry because he talked to a girl who was hitting on him. “I didn’t realise, I promise you.” he said, but that didn’t sweep away your jealousy, so you forced him to stay still where he is and take what you give him because next time he needs to pay more attention to the people he talks to.

But it’s too much for him.

“Fuck…” he breathes, “I’m… I’m so sorry, I can’t,” the tight knot in his stomach grows tighter as pre-cum oozes from his tip, caught by your palm and used as lube, your hand not stopping its movements. “Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t hold it, please mommy—” he cries and his hips begin to move back and forth, thrusting into your palm.

“Lix…” you try to get his attention but he’s too lost in pleasure to really pay attention or answer you.

“Mmmmh fuck I’m cumming, fuckfuckfuck oh my god— fuck mommy, I’m cumming—” he whimpers openly, his voice breaking. His head is thrown back while his hips keep moving and you milk him dry. Ropes of cum spurt in your hand and shirt —the only thing you’re wearing—, and a little also finishes on your chin

Lewd moans leave his lips, and he would be embarrassed if he weren’t fucking coming after being denied for so long. Other people probably heard it, but he couldn’t care less at the moment.

His body trembles as he comes down from his high.

You detach your hand and wipe it on the sheets.

“You can’t even follow a simple rule, can you?” you scold him. He tries to steady his breathing, but you don’t give him the chance. You climb onto his lap, and he looks at you with wet eyes.

"Do you think I’ll let you get away with it? You need to be punished for not following the rules."

When your words sink into his head, he looks at you with alarmed eyes, “Y-Y/n…”

Suddenly, you grasp his cock in your hand again, making him flinch and gasp from the overstimulation. You align him with your warm and wet entrance, then sink down on it, moaning as you’re finally filled. Felix groans in pain and grips your hips tightly, as if trying to keep you in place and not let you move.

“Now I’ll ride you, and you won’t move or let a word out of your mouth, understood?”.

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Your Fault

Your Fault

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Reader is pregnant and suffering from morning sickness, only to be comforted by Daryl. Takes place in Alexandria. (I'm so bad at summaries, please forgive me).

Tropes: Fluff, Pregnancy Fluff, Established Relationship

Warnings: I mean, I don't think there's any. If anything I'll say references to past smut, but not explicit at all. Mentions of vomiting.

Word Count: 1.5K

Note: This is written in a dialect style with Daryl's accent in mind so the misspellings are intentional. There is minimal use of (y/n).  Any references to the reader besides the (y/n) is done using "your" or "you". I tried to proofread the best I could, but nobody's perfect. If you don't like, don't read, but if you do like you're my favorite!

Internal monologue is done in italics.

ENJOY!

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Daryl's hand is soft, tangling into the strands of your hair to pull it back from your face as you unleash the remnants of your dinner into the toilet with a loud groan. The brightly colored tile on the bathroom wall mocks you, each swirl of color illuminated by the fluorescent light above that hurts your sensitive eyes.

Who picks bright pink for bathroom tile?

You think with a groan as your stomach heaves again.

Daryl’s right hand rubs soothing circles into your back  to let you know he's there.

“It’s alrigh. Jus get it all ou.” He mutters.

You had practically run him over when you ran to the bathroom, waving your arms to make him go away, not wanting to see you like this, but Daryl had ignored your half hearted attempts to push him away.

And even though you hadn’t wanted him to see you like this, it was easier. Daryl made everything easy, effortless, and most importantly made you feel loved, more loved than you had felt before all of this.

Your forehead presses against the cool lip of the toilet as you wipe the remnants of dinner off your chin and let out a shaky breath.

"Here." Daryl gently pulls you back from your position to wipe at your chin with a towel.

"Hmm." You lean into his touch with a sigh.

"Ya alrigh?"

"Ughh."

“Come on.” He pulls you against his chest, sitting back so his back is against the bathtub, folding his knees in front of him and dwarfing the already small bathroom.

Daryl looks almost exactly the same as he did when you first met and every time you look at him, you feel the exact same. Butterflies flapping against the walls of your stomach, heart surging up into your throat while pins and needles trace his well placed rough fingertips against your arm. Every touch feels like the first, every kiss sets you on fire, and you wouldn't change a second of it. Sometimes you think just how lucky you are that all this happened, because you can’t imagine your life without him. Admittedly a little selfish, but  then you think of what your life would have been if none of this had happened.

Maybe you would still be in Atlanta finishing up your residency, still live in that apartment downtown, still have the same shifts, eat at the same restaurants- but then where would Daryl be?

Where else would you meet someone who got you so simply, who understood what you were thinking just with a quick glance. Who else would make you feel like you’d swallowed the sun when you found them looking at you?

And who else would you love as utterly and completely as you love him?

"This is your fault." You lean your head against his shoulder, stretching out your legs to knock your thigh against Daryl’s knee.

He was  taller than you, broader and stronger in all the best ways. It was what drew you to him, well that and you thought that it was cute how shy he was, how he'd stumble a bit through his words when you first started talking and how the tips of his ears would flush pink when you smiled at him.

"My fault?" You can hear the smile in his voice. Daryl shifts his arm up over your shoulder to pull you closer into his chest, brushing his hand up and down your arm, letting you settle into him.

"Yes. It's your fault I'm pregnant." Your right hand runs over your stomach that has begun to protrude more in the past few months, a whirlwind to be sure, but a welcome one. The initial 30 days had been 30 days of agony while you tried to think of a way to tell Daryl that he was going to be a father. When you first started dating he had been hesitant to tell you about the raised pink scars on his back and chest- the ones you had seen when patching up a bullet wound that he had taken for you.

And when he finally told you what his father did to him, you couldn't help but fold him into you and hold him close.

The pregnancy wasn't a surprise to you, you'd been living together since you'd arrived at Alexandria and this was a happy accident. But nevertheless when you told Daryl he had left without so much as a word taking your heart with him. You had stayed in bed for what seemed like days, only to have him arrive 4 hours later with a bouquet of wildflowers and prenatal vitamins, where he found them you didn't know, all that mattered was that he was back and he was happy. Happier than you'd ever seen him.

Since then Daryl had been at your side almost constantly, the occasional run had intervened, when Rick himself had to  drag Daryl away, but on each run Daryl always brought something back for you. Whether it be another book you could read together, one of the last candy bars to ever exist, or a knitted blanket to cover your shoulders when you dragged yourself into the bathroom at what seemed all hours of the day- like the exact one you had draped around yourself now. And when he wasn't on runs he was helping you with the small nursery, where a hand carved crib stood as another sign of Daryl’s love, the exact crib that made you burst into tears when he and Rick brought it into the house for the first time.

"Pretty sure we were both there." He rumbles with a smile.

"Logistics don't matter." Your eyes narrow.

"Pretty sure they do. Ya're the doc after all." Daryl's smirk makes a warm tingle travel down your spine, the same smirk that got you into this mess in the first place. "I also remember that ya were wearin my shirt-"

"Typical man blaming the woman for what she's wearing. I thought you were better than that."

His smirk grows. "More like what ya weren't wearin."

"My clothes were wet from the storm, I was trying to change-"

"Inta' my shirt!"

You lean away from him, feigning anger. "Oh you think you're so innocent? You came into the house soaked to the bone and no one should look as good as you do soaking wet." You accuse.

"Maybe you should have shut your eyes then." He shrugs.

"Shut up." Your hands fall against his chest, playfully pushing him away, but he grabs your wrists.

"Make me."

"Don't look at me like that." You groan shifting away from him. "That's what got us into this mess in the first place-" Your eyes search his face for a minute, taking in the familiar blue eyes and scruff that scratches against the smooth skin of your fingertips. "But at least we know it's a girl. No more Daryl Jr."

"We ain't gonna call 'im tha. And how do ya know it's a girl?"

"They say that  if it's a girl you get sick more often.”

He snorts, pulling you back into his chest. "The way ya are going we might be havin' two."

"Shut up. Don't joke about that. One's enough, and this one is taking it's sweet time."

"Maybe jus' likes it in there."

You groan into his solid chest, feeling his muscles tense around you, familiar and welcome.  "Everyone always talks about what a blessing it is to be pregnant, how you glow, blah blah blah. It's all propaganda! I feel like I'm smoldering. I'm fat, my feet hurt, I'm sick all the time-"

"Ya ain' fat y/n."

"Don't lie to me." You sit up to look him in the eye. "You made a promise to not lie to me."

"I ain' lying." He breathes.

You search his gaze, nostrils flaring as if you think you can smell the lie, but all you smell is Daryl. The hypnotic scent of cigarettes (that he refused to smoke around you), sweat,  the heady smell of the woods and the smell of a thunderstorm before it hits, that  clean smell of rain  as it dribbles through the branches above before falling onto your skin.

"Ya're even more beautiful than the firs' day I met ya." Daryl's touch is feather light against your cheek, drawing you closer so he can press his forehead against yours. "Pretty sure ya get more beautiful every day. And if this is a girl-" His free hand drags across your belly, smiling as the baby kicks against his fingers. "She's gonna be beautiful jus' like ya."

You feel the blush drift up into the roots of your hair remembering the day you met. “That was a crazy day-“

“Because ya shot me.”

“It only skimmed your hair, don’t be a baby. And I thought you were a walker.”

“Las' time I checked my hair is on top of my head.”

“You were fine.” Your palms gently fall against the scruff of his cheeks. “I’m really glad I missed.”

“Me too."

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Thank you so much for reading!!

If you liked this fic, be sure to read the prequel “Meet Cute,” that shows the story of how Daryl and the Reader met!

[sweetyyhippyy]

Forgotten Anniversary. Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader. *FLUFF*

Summary: A few weeks after the birth of their baby girl, Steve's wife forgets an important date.

Word Count: 1k

TW: Talking about birth and labor, being forgetful, crying.

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It had been a blurry 2 weeks after the birth of their first baby, little Mia Alexandra Harrington.

She was an 8 pound 2 ounce little peanut, born with a lot more hair than anyone had thought.

Mia had come a few weeks earlier than expected. The birthing experience was exhausting, plus some complications during labor caused both of them to stay in the hospital for 5 extra days than they had expected.

Steve had been the most incredible man the entire time. He held his wife's hand and was by her side the entire labor process, feeding her ice chips at her request, fanning her face, kissing her head when she cried from the pain, and praised her the entire time she was pushing, encouraging her to keep going, and not letting her give up when she told him she couldn’t do it.

He had taken the fatherhood role like a champ, doing most of the diaper changes that way she didn’t have to lift. Even in the middle of the night when she was nursing, he got up with both of them, getting her some snacks or water, whatever she wanted or needed. She always had his support, and she was so thankful for it.

Both of them were exhausted between Mia mixing up her days and nights, trying to navigate through the slight colic she had, both of them taking turns trying to soothe her so the other didn’t get too overwhelmed.

Today was a bit of a rough day, Mia was uncomfortable and let everyone know it. Like always, Steve and her took turns trying to relieve the gas in her tummy to make her feel better, but Mia was not having any of it.

She wanted to be held close or to be fed, and if either of them thought about putting her down, she was going to make both of them regret it.

Steve watched as Mia fed from his wife on and off all day, feeling bad that she was in pain from her breasts being so sensitive. Her oversized shirt was covered in spit up and soda that she had spilled on herself during lunch accidentally. But she was far too tired and sore even still to go change.

Steve had run out to go get her some ice cream, a treat that both of them had deserved after today, so it had just left her and their baby girl in the living room watching reruns of The Golden Girls, one of her guilty pleasure shows.

She watched their baby girl next to her on the couch fast asleep and slightly milk drunk. She studied her face, trying to determine if she had her nose or Steve’s (it was most definitely Steve’s), if she had her lips or Steve’s (hers), and who she was going to get her personality from.

From behind the couch she could hear the lock turn, meaning Steve was home. She shifted on the couch, watching him come in with a smile on her face. It wasn’t until he turned around that she saw a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Stevie, you got me flowers?” She melts inside, beaming at her husband.

Steve rounds the couch, handing her the flowers. “I wanted to do something nice for you today.”

“Aww, aren’t you sweet? I know today has been hard, but I finally got her down when you were gone.”

“Well actually… today is our anniversary.” Steve says awkwardly.

Her eyes grow wide at his words, her heart falling into her stomach at the realization that she had forgotten their wedding anniversary. “Steve, oh my god. Steve, I'm so sorry!”

“No, honey! It’s not your fault. There’s been so much going on the past few weeks, both of us have been in baby land and we’ve barely gotten any sleep.”

Tears start to burn her eyes as she stares at her husband, guilt running through her body. “You still remember our anniversary. I totally spaced it. I feel so awful.” The tears start to roll down her cheeks, quickly trying to wipe them away.

“Honey, it’s okay. I promise I’m not mad or upset that it slipped your mind.” Steve comes next to her on the couch, kissing her forehead and wrapping his arm around her. “You’ve had a lot going on, you spent 8 and a half months growing our daughter in your belly, you spent 19 hours in labor and you had such hard labor. You’ve been crushing it with breast feeding since we’ve been home.”

She looks into her husband’s eyes, guilt still riddled on her face. “I’m so sorry, Stevie.”

Steve softly kisses her lips twice, nudging his nose against hers. “Not to be a total goob, but you kind of did give me the best anniversary present of all. You gave me my first born, that’s a pretty good anniversary present.”

She smiles at his words, resting her forehead against his. “You’re such a goob. I promise I’ll make this up to you.”

“No rush, honey. We have a lot more anniversaries in our future for us to celebrate.”

“I love you so much, Stevie.” She kisses his lips, the sudden cry from their daughter interrupting them.

Steve laughs as he pulls away from his wife. “We also have a lot more intimate moments being interrupted by our children to look forward to.”

“Children? How many more children of yours do you think I’m bearing?” She jokes, grabbing the crying infant and quietly shushing her. “This one tried to kill me.”

Steve puts his hands out, requesting the baby from her. She hands him the baby and her spit up rag, smiling from ear to ear as she watches Steve settle her against his chest.

“You think I was kidding when I said I wanted six?” He raises his eyebrows, laughing to himself as he walks out of the room to go change his daughter.

“Steven Harrington, I already said I was not giving birth six times. You’ve lost your mind.” She slowly gets off the couch, following him to finish scolding him.

“You don’t have to give birth six times, we can always try for twins.” He calls back to her, the grin on his face prominent in his words.

[lovebugism]

chest and shivering with Stevie?🥹 for the blurb sleepover

18+ (ish)

“Missed you,” Steve pants desperately against your mouth. He tries to kiss you through each of his murmured sweet nothings, but it’s hardly more than a feverish clashing of lips and tongue and teeth. 

You touch each other with all the desperation of two kept-apart lovers — a couple of languishing sweethearts who can only meet in the backseat of his car when the moon is out.

“It’s only been a day,” you’d smiled against his mouth when you first crawled into the back of his Beemer. You’d said it like twenty-four hours wasn’t a death sentence when it’s spent away from you.

“Tell me about it,” he’d muttered back, kissing you while you told him about your dad.

Steve wants to swallow you whole and tell you he loves you at the same time. He grieves the fact that he can’t do both.

His lips smack when they part from your neck. The wet sound is much louder in the quiet of his car, filled with nothing but heavy breaths and longing sighs. When he tugs at the bottom of your shirt, you abide him without thinking twice.

You barely have time to pull the fabric up and over your head when you feel more wet kisses press along your warmed skin. 

The plush of Steve’s lips dot themselves across the supple skin of your chest, leaving small traces of spit that cools and leaves goosebumps that make you shiver. 

“I missed these, too,” he mumbles against your left breast, just before scraping his teeth along the top of it. His hand rises from your hips to clutch at the right one. His fingers grasp your sensitive skin over the lace bralette you wear.

You laugh. “Sometimes, I think you only miss my boobs.”

Steve Harrington, at his core, was a boob guy. 

It didn’t take you very long to realize it, either. 

He gravitated toward your chest in ways that were both sinful and innocent — digging his teeth into your nipple while he fucked you raw and lying his head against your right breast to match his heartbeat with your own right after.

“You know that’s not true,” he retorts when his lips part from you again. His chin tilts as he leans his head back against the seat. Your absentminded hands cradle his soft stubbled jaw. His own squeeze your hips, pushing your lap further into his own. 

A lopsided smile pulls at his mouth. “You know I love all of you…”

You did.

Because, yes, Steve was a boob guy, but when it came to you? He was an everything guy.

He loved your ass, especially how it paired so nicely with the plush of your thighs and how much you liked when he held and hit you there. He loved your chest too, of course — and your hips and your stomach — so beautiful and so sensitive to his fleeting touches.

He loved your neck, kissing it mostly because he liked to feel your heartbeat against his lips.

He loved your mouth, too, the way it smiled for him when he made you feel good and the way it made him feel good in return. 

He loved your eyes also because he’d be an idiot not to with the way you looked at him. They twinkle and squint at the edges when you laugh. They glaze over and get heavy when you come.

Steve couldn’t pick a favorite part of you if he tried. 

It’d be a disservice to all the rest of you that he loved so much.

“You’re such a sap,” you tease, shaking your head and leaning closer to him so that he might pour some more of that sweetness into your mouth.

Already drunk and kissbitten, his lips part obediently for you. You swipe your tongue between them, then kiss and tug at his bottom one. He exhales a heavy sigh against you.

“Not my fault you’re so damn pretty,” he practically slurs.

You grin all giddy like a schoolgirl. “Steve Harrington thinks I’m pretty,” you repeat, mostly joking, but feeling like you’re still sort of dreaming. Girls like you don’t get guys like him. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, still smiling as you bite softly down on it, pinching yourself to check if you’re dreaming or not.

“He thinks you’re perfect, actually,” the boy corrects. He leans slightly forward to latch his spit-slick lips to your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there before traveling down down down. 

Steve smears sloppy kisses along your chest and sternum. His wide palms splay along your bare ribs, coercing you to lean further backward so he can continue his journey down your body.

One hand entwines in his cinnamon-speckled locks while the other reaches behind you and rests on his knee — keeping you from tumbling into the floor of his backseat. You giggle breathlessly as the boy presses desperate kisses to your torso. He barely makes it past your ribcage before the position prevents him from going any further.

He sighs and leans his forehead against your chest. “God, I gotta fuck you in a bed, babe,” he murmurs so softly against you that you barely hear it.

You smile, to yourself mostly because he’s not looking at you to see it. You press your lips to the crown of his head — kissing him, then idling there. “My dad would kill me. You know that.”

“Yeah. I do,” he huffs. 

You’re immediately cold when he parts from you. His honey eyes look much sadder than they’d before. They glimmer with adoration and moonlight as he peers up at you. 

“My parents picked a hell of a week to come back home, huh? Right when you finally get a break from school to visit…”

“I think they could sense I was coming to make their son happy,” you joke, halfway serious. “They couldn’t let that happen, huh?

Steve scoffs in the place of a real laugh. “Of course not.”

Your smile is a sad, soft, reminiscent one as your fingers brush back the wild strands of hair on the side of his head. You were the one who’d mussed at them, so it was only right you fixed them, too.

“We’ll always have Lover’s Lake, won’t we?” You say it with a teasing lilt like this boy and his kisses and this view of moonlight on the water hasn’t killed you and brought you back to life again.

“I’ll give you more soon,” Steve assures with a crooked grin and gleaming chocolate eyes. “I promise.”

It’s impossible to ignore the fire that starts in your chest at his words, but you try to anyway.

“Anyone ever told you how sweet you are, Stevie?” you tease, mostly genuine, as your thumb swipes softly over his swollen bottom lip.

“Only all the time,” he jokes back. He squeezes sincerely at your waist again. “You’re sweeter, though.”

You arch a brow at him. “You think so?”

“Oh, I know so, sweetheart…”

“Mm,” you hum in contentment when he pushes you further against him. With your skirt bunched up at your hips, the cotton of your panties brushes his denim-clothed cock. The friction couldn’t be more sinful, more sweet. 

“I could eat you right up, honey,” he murmurs lowly, lips itching for another taste of you — of your mouth and elsewhere.

You inch toward him without realizing it. Your smile is wider now — drunk on moonlight and love and Steve The Hair Harrington. “Promise?”

His hips buck softly upward to press his stiff cock further against the warmth between your thighs.

“Just watch me.”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

thigh riding w slash

A/n: Yes yes absolutely

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, jealousy, degradation, squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

HELP I couldn’t see the guitar when I saw this

Slash and those fucking cats.

You understood his love for them, you loved them too but when he paid more attention to them than he did you it bugged you.

It's not like he would ever purposefully ignore you just to spend time with the cats, they just stole his attention from you every now and then. More often than not. He gets distracted by cats on the streets, it's like he looks for them.

Slash is the leader of the cats, they come out of the crevices in the cracks of the cement to find him. Slash is seven cats in a trench coat.

He came back from tour the day before and had spent time with you, every part of you, but today he'd been spending most of his time with the cats. They kept coming up to him and he couldn't just turn them away, that would be rude.

You were sitting in bed curled up next to him as a movie played on the TV in your shared room. It was just the two of you and that got you thinking.

You tugged your shorts down and started rubbing your clit, having opted out of wearing panties earlier. Obviously Slash noticed and smirked down at you. "Thought you would've had enough of touching yourself by now." His voice was low and soft in your ear as his arm snaked around you and his hand replaced your, thick fingers taking care of your sensitive nub.

You leaned into him and relaxed into the bed, letting your body get the attention it deserved, soft moans leaving you as his fingers moved faster.

The opened, which was strange since no one else was home. You couldn't see what happened immediately but you knew exactly what it was when you heard a meow and that grey figure hopped up onto the bed.

One of the cats had managed to open the closed door and snuck in during your time. Slash covered you up and wiped his hand on the sheets before reaching for his cat.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Cock blocker..." You muttered.

"Aw, you made her mad." He teased, holding the cat and kissing its head. You could swear you saw the side eye it gave you.

"What happened to my attention?" You asked, looking up at him with a pout and big eyes.

"You got your attention." He said, petting the cat peacefully with his clean hand. You scoffed again and pushed the blanket down, revealing your naked bottom half. "Not my fault the cat came in." You crossed your arms over your chest, turning your nose up to him and looking back to the TV. "If you really that desperate get yourself off in front of the cat."

You'd prefer it if the cat wasn't here at all but if he insisted on giving it more attention than you then so be it.

You moved to straddle Slash's lap, when he saw what you were doing he figured he'd be nice and move down on the bed so you at least wouldn't be fighting the cat for space on his lap, though he still played with the cat before thinking of looking at you.

He was still in his jeans, not ready to strip for bed yet. Feeling the fabric as your dragged your clit over it was almost too much, it felt so fucking good.

You kept grinding on his thigh to get yourself off, hands moving from your own legs to the mattress, never staying for too long and continuously trying to find the perfect spot to rest. Whenever you rode him your hands would be on him, on his stomach or chest, sometimes on the headboard or wall, but those weren't options with the fucking furball in the way.

You whined and whined, waiting for something but he just kept petting and staring at the cat, occasionally mumbling something to the cat about you, how whiny and needy you were. "Making mommy all jealous, are you?" He smiled at the cat. Of course you were the cats parents because Slash was losing his mind, how could he pay attention to it when you were all ready for him?

"Slash, please." You whined, reaching for his wrist.

"I told you to get yourself off." The first thing he'd said directly to you in a while.

"I know, and I can just please pay attention to me." He sighed and pushed you off of him, taking the cat and walking towards the door. Your eyes stayed glued to the wet spot on his jeans as he locked the cat out of the bedroom and came back to you.

He sat with his hands behind his head. "I'm not fucking touching you." You pouted slightly at the harsh tone but accepted nonetheless and got yourself back onto his thigh and continuing your movements.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

This wasn't much better than when the cat was in the room, he still wasn't looking at you, he wasn't touching you. "Fucking slut, thought I was done with you last night." He'd mumble such harsh words into your ears. It hurt to hear him say such things about you but it felt so good, tying up a knot in your gut.

He knew what he was doing, he always knew what he was doing with you and when that knot finally snapped and you came hard on his thigh, squirting all over him and making a mess, you knew you'd be rewarded for your good work.

"Oh, fuck." He muttered, pushing you back a bit so he could watch your cum soak into his jeans. Your body trembled and your arms stayed wrapped around him as tears fell from your eyes.

He looked up at you with a smile, a bigger one than he'd give the cats for sure. "What a good girl, making a mess on my leg like that all by yourself?" You smiled and nodded as he let you cling to him tighter once more.

"I-I can get attention now..?" You asked, your voice soft with a pleading tone.

"Of course, anything you want." He said, kissing your cheek. You gave a small amused hum at that.

"No more cats in the bedroom." He gave your ass a smack.

[thehandsresisthim]

“mellow matters”

contains: smut, sub!mello, sub!matt, mean dom!reader, matt gives mello a handjob, reader is mean, all three of you are in a relationship, bondage (handcuffs), edging, kinda long-term orgasm denial ig

word count: ~1.100

“F-fu-uhhh… fuck y-you both!” the blond man currently resting his head on your chest yells, a desperate tone in his voice.

Your other boyfriend just smiles. “That’s not going to happen anytime soon.” he states plainly, a lazy grin on his face.

Mello growls as Matt continues his lazy strokes; up-and-down, all over his sensitive dick, but way too slow to offer any relief. It’s been a while now, and Mello feels… sticky. His pre has been leaking, and Matt's relentless abuse on his cock has spread the milky white fluid all over his stomach and thighs, too.

You gently push some of the golden blond hair from Mello’s face - not like it’s going to do anything with how much he’s shaking - but still, he leans into your touch.

“You’re so pretty, Mihael.” you say in a sugary tone. Mello practically preens, ignoring the pressure on his dick for a second.

“T-thanks…” he says, sounding almost vulnerable and surprised. But he snaps back to his usual self in just a second, “I-I know. You’re not the first person to notice.”

“It’s good that you know. You’re my pretty boy. My little sweetheart…” you say and run your fingers over his neck, feeling his pulse.

“Mmh…” Mello mumbles in response and nuzzles his head into your chest. Although you can’t see it - he gives Matt a triumphant smile, his eyes glinting. ‘I’m getting more attention!’ is what Mello’s smile seems to say.

Matt responds by squeezing his head particularly harshly. Within a second, Mello pushes his hips up as he loudly moans.

“Mello,” you say, and pull your comforting hand away from his neck, “didn’t we agree that good boys don’t push their hips up? Don’t good boys stay still?”

Mello squints his eyes and turns his head to look at you. His right arm twitches - he wants to point an accusing finger at Matt - but the cuffs around his wrists stop him.

“‘S his fault. Matt…”

“His fault? Mello, you’re responsible for what your body does. Surely, an intelligent, smart boy like you can control his slutty little hips, right?”

“S-shut up! I… I will.” Mello protests, as he gives you an annoyed glance.

“I’m sure you can, my pretty darling.”

Matt chuckles. “But you’re still not going to cum tonight.” he says, voice raspy and breathy, “master has already told me that you’re not allowed.”

The blond man groans in response, eyes flickering with panic for a second. Matt grins at him, his eyes glazed over as he continues his relentless stroking.

Mello throws you a dirty glare, now, all affection gone from his eyes.

“Do you- seriously-“ he stutters, eyes narrowing as he attempts to fight the restraints.

You just give Matt a very pissed off lock. “I just told Matt that he is not allowed to give you any release.”

You gently wrap your arms around Mello, and carefully play with his hair. “I will make you cum later, don’t worry.”

“Regarding Matt, however…”

The redhead has the audacity to continue smirking, still looking lazy and downright unbothered at the fact that you’re probably not going to be so nice to him now.

You affectionately kiss Mello’s neck, just below his right ear. He relaxes a little - but it’s still obvious that Matt has gotten to him.

You decide to throw him a bone.

“Mello, why don’t you choose how I’m going to punish Matt?”

The blond man nods eagerly, and he slowly seems to calm down. “Matt… Matt has t’ make me… make me cum.” he says in an eager tone. “With his mouth.”

You smile and kiss Mellos neck again. Although making the other cum is hardly a punishment - certainly not the punishment that Matt was expecting - you decide to let it slide. But, alas, Mello is not done talking.

“Want ya’ to make him touch himself. And then n-not let him cum.”

You smile. “What a clever boy you are. Matt, you heard him. Make him cum. And - be good.”

With a groan, Matt moves around so that it’ll be easier for him to reach Mellos cock. He starts by gently blowing air on it.

“Hurry the fuck up!” Mello immediately complains.

“Mello. Be nice.” you chastise and gently run your fingers through his hair as the blond man wails. Matt starts to lazily lick Mellos head, slurping up the sticky pre which seems to be everywhere around his throbbing cock.

The blonde shakes in his restraints, and you can tell that he won’t last long - Matt’s earlier, lazy strokes have made him very sensitive.

“‘m close, master! Thank you…” Mello whines out. You smirk as he thanks you instead of Matt - a subtle reminder that both powerful, intelligent men have chosen you, trust you, to dominate them.

High-pitched whines and moans are the only sounds leaving Mello’s mouth as the redhead makes him cum, and gently suckles him through his high.

For a second, it looks like Matt is planning on overstimming poor Mello, but a stern glare from you is enough to make him obediently let go of Mello’s now slowly softening cock.

You run your fingers through Mello’s hair and then slowly sit up. “I’ll get a washcloth for you to clean you up a little, hmm? We’ll shower later.”

He nods meekly and closes his eyes.

“As for you,” you command and glare at Matt, using the strict tone you know he adores, “you can stroke yourself whilst I care for Mihael. No cumming.”

Matt smirks and gets to work - using the residue of Mellos pre as lube, his hands stroking his neglected dick.

You walk over to the bathroom and grab what you need, and then gently clean up Mello. You help him get dressed in boxers, an oversized t-shirt (taken from you - you know he loves the familiarity and comfort of wearing your clothes) and loose sweatpants.

“You feel better, sweetheart?” you ask and he nods.

You help tuck the blonde into bed and watch as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into the pillows. “Love ya’,” he mumbles. You smile and ruffle his hair, then walk back to focus on the redhead who’s currently avoiding your eyes.

“What do we say when we’ve misbehaved, darling?” you ask teasingly as you gently tilt his chin up.

“Look into my eyes. Matt.”

He bites his lip and gazes up at you.

“m’ sorry.” he murmurs, slurring his words.

“Apologies, Matt, I don’t think I heard you.”

“I’m sorry…” he says, still quieter than usual.

“You’re not cumming tonight. I’m sorry.”

Matt whines and tugs on your shirt, as if that could change your mind. “B-but why… I-I-… please…”

You glare at him and he avoids your eyes. “Take a cold shower. If you’re lucky, I’m touching you tomorrow.”

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[gtgbabie0]

✧gorgeous distraction✧

{James trying his best to study while you distract him}

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“Knock it off” James tries so hard to be serious meekly pushing your shoulder, you watch with a teasing smirk as the crease between his brows wobbles and a small chuckle escapes his supple lips, that he tries so hard to press into a thin line to show how ‘unimpressed’ he his, and he hates to admit it but you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

James could never truly be mad at you, you’re his everything and he tells you so about ten thousand times a day, so he doesn’t mind much when you press ticklish kisses against his jaw and to that sensitive part just behind his ear, while he’s trying to study, his books splayed across your bed and he pretends to more interested in them than you.

He always gets this fleeting feeling in his chest whenever he’s around you and it flutters to his stomach leaving him all giddy inside, you drive him mad in the best way possible.

Especially when your gentle fingers play with the curly ends of his hair that sit against his neck, the way your cold knuckles graze against his warm skin, he thinks he just might end up going insane.

You giggle watching as he not so sneakily glances at you, a small smile dances on his lips, and you know he can’t keep his composure for long, “James… James, give me attention” you whisper in his ear as you continue press kisses along his jaw while your gentle fingers still twirl through his hair, with the hope that he might just put away the scattered books and paper tonight.

He wants to be stubborn, he wants to regain some kind of control over himself when it comes to you, but how can he? When you smell like home and your comforting warmth is radiating from you inviting him like a Sirens melody.

"I'll kick you out" he threatens, as you blow cold air against his ear with a giggle, while he scribbles notes down on some paper.

"It's my room, love" you remind him, your head resting against his shoulder

"That won't stop me from locking you out, Love" he smiles as you let out a huff and he thinks he's finally won, that you might have gotten bored, but he's proven otherwise.

Your hands playfully tug at the hem of his sweater nimble fingers dipping under the soft weaved fabric as they gently traverse his lower abdomen, and you feel his muscles tense under your teasing touch as he lets out a breathy giggle that borders on a gasp and you relish in the soft sound.

“Oh!— alright, enough you win, you win” he smiles picking up the old tattered books on transfiguration and chucking them carelessly, you gasp watching them skid across the old wooden floor.

“What did the poor books do to you?” You giggle as he scoffs at you, his hands pull you into his lap and your heart feels so full and loved as his gentle fingers trace mindless patterns on the top of your thighs, and you lean to press a small kiss to the tip of his nose.

his hands settle against your hips, "If I fail I'm blaming you" he says, chuckling as you feign offense with an overdramatic shocked expression.

“Not my fault you're so pretty James” you whisper, hands cupping his warm cheeks, and pride blooms in your chest at the redness that tints his cheeks, "Just completely and utterly irresistible"

He’s a blushing mess and uncontrollable toothy grin splays across his face, his lips wobble as he tries to stop it, and it makes you giggle, “Well... I got nothing on you Angel” he admits with a wink and you roll your eyes at his comment leaning down to capture his soft red lips in a loving kiss that leaves him breathless, and he never wants to let you go.

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☾⋆AN// *BOOM* I wrote this instead of my essay, hope you enjoyed lovelies! <3 {{requests are open!}}

[sugawarassoulmate]

it's samu's birthday 🥹 (and atsumu's but this isn't about him sksks)

words: 652 cw: fem!reader, sleepy sex, dubious consent, minors dni

"get off of me," he groans once again, making no effort to push you away. osamu won't admit that he's hard right now, cock pressed against the soft fabric of his sweatpants. it's all your fault, really. your small hands keep rubbing against him while you kiss the sensitive part of his neck.

he just wants to go to sleep.

you're straddling his lap, hand slipping under his sweats to wrap around his length. if osamu had been more awake right now, he'd probably question why you were being so forward with him. you're usually never like this—always so shy and timid, even after all this time.

but tonight's different, you're grinding on him and doing everything in your power to turn him on and it's fucking working. a long day at work left osamu's body sore and sweaty. after a shower, he dropped into your shared bed and didn't want to be disturbed.

of course, you came into the room at some point, ready to be a nuisance and giving osamu the sweetest kisses. he'd never complain about having your attention, but he just wants to fucking sleep. "yer this desperate fer me to fuck ya? can't it wait?" he asks, trying to hide the moans almost slipping from his mouth.

you were fully stroking him now, letting his precum ooze out so you could tease the head of his cock. he supposes that's what he gets for teaching you how to be his personal slut, you'd eventually use it against him.

"i can do all the work, samu," you mumbled, tugging his sweats down with your free hand just enough to pull his cock all the way out. his eyes are still closed, so he doesn't see the way you bite your lip upon seeing his thick length hit his stomach. "wanna make both of us feel good."

he shrugs, letting you do what you want with him. "don't expect me to help. ya want it so bad, better make sure both of us get off."

osamu expects you to suck him off or give him a handy and maybe after he cums, he'll be nice and eat you out. he knows his words are harsh but there's no way he'd leave his dumb baby high and dry.

but you go beyond his expectations when osamu feels the wet warmth of your cunt sinking down on his cock, easily stretching your walls until he's buried as deep as he can go. "fuck," he grunts, definitely not ready for any of that. "holy shit gimme some kind of fuckin' warnin' next time, idiot."

"sorry," you hum, waiting a few seconds before grinding your hips ever so slightly. how did you get so wet? were you really that desperate for him? does he need to pay more attention to you? you're fucking insatiable.

osamu grips the bed sheets, trying to keep his word and let you do everything, but it takes all of his will not to buck his hips into you. what has gotten into you? he's definitely not upset at this new side of you tonight, but it's so uncharacteristic. "shit, what's this fuckin' attitude of yers?" he whines, opening his eyes to see you bouncing on him—a sight he'll never get tired of.

"you really don't know, samu?" you giggle, easily creating a steady rhythm. you pull your shirt up, letting your tits bounce freely with every thrust. if osamu had the energy, he'd twirl the sensitive buds between his fingers. "look at the time…" you leaned down, changing the angle of osamu's cock inside you, and shove your phone in his face.

the bright light hurts his eyes, but he can clearly see the time. it's past midnight, october 5. oh, he thinks, another curse slipping out when your walls tighten around him.

"happy birthday, baby," you say against his lips. "let me be your gift."

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[acapelladitty]

Line Them Up

Pairing: Cooper Howard/GN!Reader

Summary - A teasing comment results in Cooper pushing his gun into your mouth and telling you exactly what to do with it. (a/n: It's a gunplay fic so if that ain't your thing then sorry 😈)

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It was your own goddamn fault.

Teasing Cooper always contained an element of risk but that same risk is what made the reward all the sweeter. More times than not, a little ribbing went a long way and ended with you spread across his cock, his vicious mouth splitting its attention between your lips and your neck as he marked you up with a possessive frenzy.

So, maybe, in the grand scheme of things, telling him that you'd rather blow his gun than his cock was not the right choice to make given his already sour attitude due to a failed attempt at scoring some new meds for his stash.

Despite his size, he moves with a fluidity that never fails to catch you off-guard and his body is hard against your own as he knocks you to the floor - rolling you like an alligator with a fresh meal clamped between its teeth until your back is pressing to the filthy floor and his knees are splayed on either side of your hips.

"Gonna regret that comment, sweetheart."

Arousal flooding your gut, the surge of lust tightens your muscles as you make a show of struggling beneath him, fighting back a smirk as he leans down slightly atop your writhing frame.

His cock pressing hard and heavy against your stomach as he pins you in place, Cooper's lips are twisted into a sadistic grin and his bright eyes flash with arousal as he rolls the tip of his filthy pistol across your lips. Flecks of rust and blood break off across your chin as you stick it out with defiance.

"Now, I'm a fair man. So let's put your money where your mouth is. If you can take this little 'ol gun all the way in your mouth then we'll see about replacing it with something a bit easier to swallow." Cooper growls, accent growing thicker with each word as he settles into a familiar disciplinary role. "So, open up, darlin'."

Shuddering, your lips part and the cool taste of metal floods your senses as the barrel of the pistol quickly presses your tongue to the floor of your mouth. You feel trapped and helpless, the pressure of his body and the intoxicating danger of his pistol making your head swim and your toes curl against your shoes.

Sliding the barrel along your tongue, Cooper massages the tip of his gun against your buds - metallic and harsh, and so unlike anything else that you've experienced before. But you take it in stride, flicking the end of your tongue up to taste along the bottom of the barrel, mapping out every groove and indent as he watches you with darkened eyes.

"Good little whore." Humming his approval, Cooper flashed his teeth at you, the colour of them stark against his leathered lips. "You've done this before, I think. A seasoned pro almost. Maybe you do deserve my cock, what do you think?"

Unable to speak, you wrap your tongue around the tip of the gun and pull it deeper within your mouth - a move which scores a rumble of lustful approval from him as he leans in even closer. His face almost touching your own, you can feel the heat rolling off his body and see the slight flare of the ragged skin around where his nose should be as he inhales your scent deeply.

"Yeah. Suck it. Show me how good you can be."

Steeling your nerves against the slight urge to retch as he pushes the gun even deeper towards your throat, you tuck your thumbs within your palms and never shift your eyes from his gaze as you swallow down as much of his pistol as you can, arousal and anxiety making your body shudder and your brain feel fuzzy.

Show me how good you can be.

Teasing Cooper always contained an element of risk, but as you lay together less than an hour later, your throat feeling raw and used from the vicious and merciless battering of his cock against the sensitive skin, the deep look of satisfaction on his features as his head slips down towards your own groin was as sweet a victory as ever.

[satorusluver]

Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Minors DNI

Word count: 1100 ish

Warnings: smut without plot, unprotected sex, creampie, slight breeding kink, slight daddy kink, I think that's it. Idk, it's sex man lmao.

A/N: I'm continuing my "Gojo is a giant fucking tease" agenda.

There's not much Gojo Satoru loves more than teasing you until you're nearly in tears before he finally fucks you. He loves your pretty whimpers, the cute faces you make, the begging. He loves having you on your back, your fists balled into the sheets in sheer frustration as you whine and plead with him to finally fuck you after he's been teasing you for the past 20 minutes.

You whine pitifully as the head of your boyfriend's cock, flushed a dark pink and leaking precum, pushes past your outer lips and presses against your entrance. He moves his hips ever so slightly, never letting more than the weeping tip breach you.

"Toru...please." He just smirks.

"...please what, baby?" Satoru asks coyly, pulling back and lightly tapping the head of his cock against your swollen, needy clit.

"Please..." you blush a little before finally getting the words out. "Please put it in..."

Satoru grins cockily. His bright blue eyes look upward as he makes a slight "hmm" sound, as though he's considering putting an end to your torture at last.

"You want this cock? My cock?" he asks, tapping the head against your clit a little harder now.

"Need it. Pleeease?"

"Well....since you asked soo nicely."

You gasp when you finally feel him pushing into you, filling you until you feel the very tip pressing gently against your cervix. The stretch is painful at first, but oh so delicious. Satoru is tall, so fucking tall, but he bends forward so that his face hovers just above yours, his lips barely brushing your own before he speaks:

"You okay, baby?" he asks softly, waiting for you to nod your head before he starts moving. Each thrust delivers a perfect hit to that sweet spot inside of you, earning a soft grunt from Satoru each time he sinks back into your tight heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the bedroom as you feel the bulbous tip of his dick hitting places so deep you didn't know they existed.

No one else ever filled you up quite like Satoru. His cock is long and thick with bluish veins protruding from under the pale skin. And it curves upward ever so slightly so that any time he takes you on your back like this, he's perfectly angled against your g-spot. He's holding your legs up, spreading them nice and wide so he can get a good look at how your pretty, drooling cunt is being split open by him.

"So fucking wet f'me,' he mutters appreciatively. "You look so pretty like this, all fucked out and stuffed full of me."

And he can't help but appreciate how you look up at him too, with your cute, flushed face and your mouth hanging slightly agape as he fucks you senseless. He presses into you even deeper, hardly moving out more than an inch or two now as he grinds against you, his lower stomach rubbing against your clit each time he does.

"Ohh, listen to those sounds you're making. You gonna cum on my cock already, is that it, baby?" he asks with a smug grin when he hears you let out another high-pitched whine. Normally you would make some retort about how it's his fucking fault for getting you so worked up by being the world's biggest tease, but right now you're too fucked out to think straight with his cock ramming against you in all the right places.

And fuck, you do cum, with a few more good hits to your g-spot coupled with the friction against your clit, you're creaming around his shaft in waves of pleasure that cause your inner walls to spasm around him as Satoru fucks you through your orgasm and into overstimulation, still hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves with each movement.

"Oh, fu-u-ck," he stammers, his hip movements stuttering and his eyes rolling back in his head when he feels your already tight little pussy constricting around him. Soon he speeds up again, heavy balls smacking against the soft flesh of your ass as he grows more desperate to fill you with his load with each passing minute. Snow white hair begins to stick to his forehead as the distinct smell of sweat and sex fills the air.

"S-such a good girl. So fuckin good f'me. You wan' my cum baby?" Satoru murmurs, his word slightly slurred from pleasure.

You've never really thought about having kids, but every time you have sex with Satoru, that primal part of your brain that's driven to reproduce literally begs for him to fill your cunt full to the brim with hot, thick ropes of his sticky seed. Something about Satoru makes you lose all your inhibitions and just want to be his -his pretty little fuckdoll, his pretty little wife.

"Please please please!" you cry out, looking up at from behind long lashes with hazy, lust-filled eyes. "Need your cum, daddy!"

"That's my little cumslut," he croons. "Gonna take it all, aren't ya? Not gonna waste a single drop of daddy's cum." His hand reaches up to squeeze one of your soft tits, watching how they bounce each time he slams into you. You feel that knot forming in your lower abdomen again, feeling yourself nearing another high, and Satoru notices the way that you tense up.

"That's it. Cum for me again, angel. Wanna feel that pretty little cunt milking my cock dry." His voice is dripping with cockiness, because he knows only he can make you cum like that.

"F-fuck yes, yes," Satoru hisses when he feels you clamping down on him again as your second orgasm hits you, his thumb rubbing your puffy clit in small circles as you shake and mewl under him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Satoru groans, and your body's immediate response to hearing that is to wrap your legs tight around his waist to keep him from pulling out -as though he would, as though he could resist you even if he wanted to.

Those azure eyes of his go out of focus as he takes in a sharp breath, and his head falls forward onto your shoulder. His fingers dig into your sides almost hard enough to cause bruises. "Take it take it take it take it," Satoru babbles mindlessly as he paints your walls white, fucking rope after rope of thick cum into you.

"Good girl," he pants, his chest heaving as he starts to come down from his high. His lips press a few open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder and his fingers rub soothing circles into your skin where he'd just been gripping you so hard. After several seconds of catching his breath, he finally pulls out. A trickle of his cum follows him, which Satoru quickly stuffs back inside your well-used cunt with two long, slender fingers.

"I said not to waste a single drop."

[gracev0609]

Ease Your Pain

Josh Kiszka X Reader

WC: 1.5k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex,Period Sex, Breeding Kink

You heard the front door close, signaling that your beloved boyfriend was home. Josh made his way through the house carrying the bag of Taco Bell you requested. It was the second day of your period, your heaviest day, and you were wrapped up on the couch craving nothing but junk.

“Here you go, lovie,” Josh places the bag on the coffee table in front of you, his eyes looking sympathetic as he takes in your bundled up form.

You peek your head out of your blankets and gingerly raise to a seated position, eager to inhale your food. Unwrapping your burrito a sharp pang assaults your lower stomach and you wince.

After a few minutes of munching you finish your food,” Joshy? Will you lay with me?”

“Absolutely. Do you want to stay here, or lay in bed?”

“Wanna stay here, I'm comfy.”

Wordlessly Josh maneuvers his body behind yours, his hips flush against yours, and his large palm comes to rest against your bloated stomach. The warmth from his body instantly soothes you. His fingers press into your abdomen, trying to ease the cramping. You sigh and melt into his body. Josh's body is so warm and safe and he wants nothing other than to take the best care of you. Your breath hitches as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Does it feel any better?”

Another sharp pain attacks your abdomen making you intake a sharp breath of air.

Josh jutts out his bottom lip,”I’ll take that as a no.”

The dull ache within your body radiating from your uterus persists, but he continues to work his fingers into your soft abdomen trying to ease your pain. Josh places his palm flat against your stomach and he apologizes.

"Why are you sorry?"

"I'm sorry because it's my fault," he starts caressing your body a little bit lower," I didn't do my job, didn't get my pretty baby knocked up. She's mad at me."

Your body immediately reacts to his words and you think, oh… he's in a mood. Your raging hormones make the need for him blossom between your legs, you ache for him to move his hand even lower. As if he can read your mind he trails his fingers underneath the waistband of your sweats.

“I.. I'm wearing a pad. I wanted to be comfy.”

Josh kisses the warm skin of your neck,” That's okay baby, I want you to be comfortable. A little mess on my hand is no big deal.”

Josh slides his hand lower, and swipes his fingers through the warm wetness that has been accumulating. You feel him start to stiffen as his fingers play in the mess between your legs.

You melt into his body as his well lubricated fingers glide across your swollen clit, you can hear his breathing pick up. He's so turned on. A rush of arousal floods through your brain as you realize he's turned on, because of your period.

Gruffly he rasps in your ear,” Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you. All warm and wet. Fucking coating me.”

His fingers abandon your clit, sliding down to tease your entrance,” Is my pretty baby going to let me in? I wanna get you all relaxed for my cock.”

“Please”

He slides his fingers into your sensitive heat slowly pumping them in and out before curling them up into your favorite spot. Before long you're writhing your hips fucking yourself on his fingers.

“Jooooshhh...” You trail off, mind blanking.

“Is my baby going to cum?”

The coil in your stomach tightens, your body tensing up, and you finally topple over the edge. Josh's fingers don't ease up, fucking you through it to completion.

“Such a good girl. Came so pretty and perfect.”

Your eyes flutter open to see his pretty face looming above yours, his hand still slowly pumping in and out. His eyes are clouded with lust, but he still smiles softly,”Hi, baby.”

Before long his constant stimulation makes you start to clench, another orgasm in sight. The wet squelching from between your legs sounding obscene as he pushes you closer and closer.

“Gonna give me another one? I want it love. Come on, cum all over my fingers.”

You whimper as pleasure courses throughout your body in waves, giving him exactly what he wanted.

His fingers slow to a stop, and your body protests by cramping yet again making you furrow your brow in a wince. Josh pulls his red stained fingers from your pants, admiring the way you coat his hand.

“Take your pants off baby, just sit down in the blankets, we can throw it all in the wash after.”

Before you can even get the chance to get embarrassed about the state of his hand, or tell him to go wash up. He grabs his straining cock with his painted hand, squeezing and rubbing himself through the fabric, staining his pants with you.

He unzips his pants, pulling them and his underwear down his legs. Josh bites his lip as he gives himself a few tugs giving himself a bit of relief. Slotting himself between your legs you feel him hot and hard at your core.

“You're still cramping, huh? I think my pretty baby needs my cock to make her feel better, they say it helps. I know you usually feel a little better after,” his softness diminishes,” Gotta get my girl all drunk on my cock, pump her full of my cum. We'll make the prettiest shade of pink….Maybe I'll even fuck a baby in you soon.”

You run your hands up the soft skin of his back under his t-shirt,” Do it Josh.”

You taunt him, indulging his kink that likes to come out to play, both of you knowing full well you're on birth control and have your period right now.

“I'll take everything you give me, hold it all in and keep it there. Knock me up Joshy.”

You study his face as his jaw clenches and his eyes roll back, he loves it when you talk dirty. Josh leans up on his knees and cradles his cock in his hand, he runs his tip through the fluid and slick between your legs, drawing his hips back he calls for your attention,” Look baby. Look how pretty you're marking me.”

You look down to his cock, his tip bright red covered in you the sight inexplicably makes you clench, needing him more than ever.

“Put it in me love, need to be full of you.”

Josh complies, easing his hips forward, slowly entering you. Inch by inch you revel in the fullness he provides, the extra lubrication making him glide in easily.

Gently he rears his hips back before pushing deep inside you,”God- Fuck. You're so wet. Making a fucking mess of me. You like that though, don't you? You like being my pretty messy baby”

All you can do is nod you head as he continues to thrust into your sensitive cunt. He's overwhelming in the best way, your body is vibrating in pleasure.

“Go harder Josh, please baby.”

He rises to his knees, pulling you into his lap. He takes the bottom hem of his shirt between his teeth, holding it up away from the mess the two of you are making.

He drives his hips into you harder, the plush head of his cock nudging your cervix, creating the most delicious amount of pain.

Your eyes roll back as he pounds away getting lost in your warm wetness. Little beads of red splash onto his belly as he works the two of you closer to your ends.

He grunts with every pointed thrust through the cotton between his teeth. You can feel him pulsating inside of you, he's so close, and so are you. Squeezing his cock within your walls he whines,”Baby…”

“Come on Josh, need you to cum. Wanna feel it…. Get me pregnant.”

He drops the hem of his shirt, fucking into you even harder,” Yeah… yes, fuck-here- here baby I'm cumming, gonna get you pregnant so fucking fast.”

He swells and bursts inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of his hot fluid coating your insides, it pushes you over the edge for the final time. You squeeze and flutter around him, milking both of your orgasms out as long as they can go.

Josh flops back onto his forearms, and he gently pulls out,”God damn sweetheart. How do you feel? Because that was….fuck.”

You smile at him, looking equally as disheveled,”I definitely feel better.”

Josh helps you up off of the couch, scooping up the soiled blankets to put them in the wash on the way to the bathroom.

He turns the shower on, hot, and removes his now ruined white shirt.

“Do you think we can save it?”

You shake your head no, and he tosses into the trash can.

Josh looks down at his half hard length, still softening,” See love, the prettiest shade of pink.”

You laugh at the mess, climbing into the shower and he asks,” How are your cramps? Are they all gone?”

Josh closes the shower door behind him and you wrap yourself around his torso,” They're gone for now, at least.”

He cups your face in his hands,”Well, you let me know if they start bothering you,and I'll make you feel good again if you want.”

Fin.