#the puffy lips and crying pleading eyes and go

[bxeckersz]

Broken Promises | Caitlin clark x fem! reader

warnings: toxic rls, language, cheating, caitlin being a master manipulator

summary: cait and y/n being toxic idk

A/N: thought abt this during class and its ass cause i havent wrote in so long

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“Caitlin i’m sick of this!” you yell, pacing around the living room as she just stood there looking stupid. You and caitlin have had the same repeating cycle for 3 years.

For three years you guys would argue, she’d walk out, you’d break up, she’d apologize, you’d have makeup sex, you’d get back together, and the cycle would repeat. It’s tiring.

you guys got in another argument after you went through caitlin’s phone and found out she’d been hooking up with some girl for a while.

“let me explain” She exhales out. “Explain for what Caitlin? What do you have to explain? I’ve seen it all! All those ‘late night practices’?” you shout at her. the neighbors could for sure hear us because of how loud you were yelling.

She’d been playing you like a fool. She would tell you she’d have “late night practices” or “media shit” and she’d really be fucking some slut.

“You’re out fucking some random girl while i’m at home going to bed alone, caitlin! Every night!” you yell at her, tears stifling down your face.

“Bro, let me talk” She sighs, covering her face with her large palms.

“No! You don’t get to talk anymore! Do you know what i’ve sacrificed for you? Hell- i’ve lost friends- family members have stopped talking to me because i moved to Indiana with you! it was all for you! everything. and this- this is what i get in return?”

“Okay, and what, I haven’t sacrificed shit for you?” She yells back at you.

you scoff, pushing past her and walking into the room. “Hey- don’t walk away. baby-“ She sighs.

“I’m done with you! for good! your not gonna keep playing with my heart- your not gonna keep treating me like this! You don’t even care- you’re never here anymore!” you sob, covering my face.

“Hey-hey- please don’t cry baby. please- let’s talk this out.. it’s not what it looks like i swear- she’s just a friend. you can even ask Aliyah,” She pleads, her voice cracking as she wraps her arms around your waist from behind.

“Yeah right. friend my ass.” you scoff, wiggling out her hold. “Baby- she’s really just a friend. nothing more, nothing less. i don’t want anyone but you, y/n. I can’t lose you. please- just let me explain.” She cracks.

You sigh, biting your bottom lip, tasting the saltiness from your tears. Your eyes were puffy and red from all the crying, your clothes soaked in tears.

You knew she was lying- you knew deep, deep down she was lying, but it sounded so genuine. And so- you found yourself naked- tangled in her embrace for the billionth time.

For weeks everything had been good. She was coming home on time, her phone was clean of anything suspicious-she dedicated all her time to you. Until- she didn’t.

she started coming home late again, she stopped giving you access to her phone- and worst of all- she came home with a small hickey on her right upper thigh.

she told you it was just lexie playing around with her makeup- but why was it so high up? and of course- you didnt press the issue because she did everything she could to make you stay.

It was 1:36 am and Caitlin still hadn’t returned home. you found yourself on the couch- the tv and the small overhead oven light being the inly source of light.

You made dinner after Caitlin told you she’d be home early. the food you made had been freezing cold the candles you lit being blew out ages ago.

You sighed, that familiar lump in your throat forming as you stormed into the room. You swiped your side of the room of everything, grabbing bags and suitcases. You began stuffing the various items into the bag, making sure you left nothing behind.

For 3 years, all you did was love and support that girl. and she couldn’t even give you a dinner in response.

You stormed to the closet, grabbing everything of yours. you had everything of yours packed. You slipped on your shoes, making sure you left your side nice and clean. You then made your way into the bathroom, collecting your belongings.

Once the whole house was cleared from your belongings, you grabbed your phone and blocked caitlin on everything. You grabbed your car keys off the hook, walking out the complex door.

you loaded everything in your car before calling your mom. You were done with caitlin- officially.

she played with you way too much.

“Im on my way to your house” You cried as your mom picked up the phone. “what happened? why’re you crying? calm down” she jumbled out. “I’ll explain later” You mumbled, words muffled by your cries.

“Just be careful on the road- love you” She says, her voice full of worry.

had you made the right choice??

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Thanks for reading all the way through!

might do a pt 2 to this w caits pov

felt good to write again lowk also ts is not spell checked or nun so

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

I get the racy one night stand to the tender lovemaking pipeline . I'm all here for it. I like seeing Sky being loved and cradled and cherished.

But i want Prapai to utterly ruin Sky.

Even now , Sky has his inhibitions up. Some have fallen down ( due to both Prapai's pushy efforts and Sky daring to hope that Pai isn't an asshole) , but they still don't*know* each other fully yet.

Sky doesn't understand that Prapai is in it for the long game . He , at most , thinks Prapai wants to date him for sometime decently , albeit casually ,but he's falling more and more.

Prapai thinks he has Sky for now , but he's got to prove himself , work harder inorder to fully earn his love and more importantly, his unwavering trust. He sees this as a first of many wins he has to achieve in this relationship.

Both of them are underestimating the depth of the other one's feelings.

But one day , in the not so distant future , both will be on the same page. They both will understand fully that the other won't leave anymore.

They will fight , fights will get worse , get better. They both will hurt , and then come together after apologising to each other. Then they will fight again. And miss each other again.

Till they crash and burn together for Prapai to be like ' I won't hold back anymore.' and Sky to be like ' I want all of you. '

What Prapai does though , is take all of Sky , leave his entire body painted with signs of his desire , his lips puffed up red with blood and eyes tearing up with pleasure , then take one good look at Sky's pleading face for more , dive in again for a second , third and fourth time.

Because when the wind and sky meet on a hot day , thunderstorms results . It won't be tender , and it won't be one downpour .

[classyrbf]

ᯓ★ BABY FEVER! — NANAMI KENTO

“Awe come on Ken, don’t you wanna—ah—cum in me? Fill me up, breed me? Nngh fuck!” You say in a teasing voice, your knees pushed all the way to your chest as his animalistic thrusts push you further into the bed. His pulsating cock and your sloppy hole making a mess on the sheets below. Plap! Plap! Plap! He knocks the wind out of you with each jolt of his hips.

Nanami’s mind is absolutely spiraling at your words. It’s like you flipped some sort of switch in his brain, and it doesn’t help with how tightly your cunt is hugging him either. “This greedy pussy wants my cum, hm? Careful what—ugh, shit—what you wish for, love!” He breathily chuckles through his moans. The bed creaks under your weight, the sheer force of hips knocking the headboard against the wall.

“I want it, Ken! So bad! Hah! Mmmph! Want y-you to put a baby in me!” You nod up at him, pleading eyes and all. The grip he has around your legs tighten and you swear you could see his eyes darken. He’s quick to throw your legs over his shoulder, pushing his weight down on you, folding you into a mating press. “Oh my god!” You swear you could feel the tip of leaky fat cock reach deeper than before, stretching your poor pussy.

“Want me to make you a mommy? Yeah? Is that it? That’s what my sweethearts been wanting all this time?” His lips quirk into a smirk, flashing a wicked grin at you. Your jaw falls slack, eyes wide as his heavy balls slap against the fat of your ass. “I’ll breed this pretty pussy everyday until you’re round with my kids—fuck, yes, yes, keep taking it!” The mere thought makes him feral.

“Yes, cum in me, baby, yes, yes! I’ll take all of it!” You cry out, eyes clenching shut when he roughly slams his hips into you over and over, his cock dragging against your gummy walls before sucking him right back in. The barge of his hips sends your eyes rolling back and you can tell he’s close to cumming, his erratic pace a telltale hint. “You’re so fucking deep in me! Oh my god!”

“This pussy’s gonna make me cum, sweetheart—nnngh—yes, keep squeezing me like that! Fuck, fuck,” he pants heavily, “I’m cumming!” He slams into you once more, the force making you cry out and cling onto his sweaty body. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as you felt his cum paint your insides, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “There you fucking go!” He groans, slowly dragging his hips out before pushing his thick length back in, fucking his sticky cum into you.

Both of you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath as he pulls out, a mix of your juices and his cum coating his length. His eyes gravitate towards your swollen cunt, watching the way his cum leaks out of you and he’s quick to push it back in with his thumb. The corner of his lips turn into a satisfied smile before he leans down as places a sloppy kiss on your puffy lips, tongues gliding against each other before pulling away. He looks down between his legs, his dick still rock hard.

You let out a soft giggle, spreading your legs for him again. “Gonna breed me some more?” You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Only,” his throbbing top pushes past your messy folds, the warmth of your pussy wrapping around him as he slowly inserts himself inch by inch, “if you ask nicely, sweetheart.”

[lovegasmic]

Thinking about overstimulate Gojo Satoru, who keeps whimpering and trashing around saying "Slow down" or "too fast can't take it" which resulting us to tie his hands above his heads FSFSGAHGSHAJAKSJSJ

⋆ mdni. + gn!reader, riding satoru to tears. ‹3

“stop being so whiney” you huff, struggling to contain the white haired erratic trashing underneath your body, straddling his hips. although you tell him to stop, you don’t really mean it, how could you when Satoru is a sight for sore eyes, all flustered, panting with those pretty puffy lips half open.

another whine comes out of him, looking up at you with pleading eyes, “feels so good, babe, I can’t think straight”

he continues, “slow down a bit, ple— a-ah, oh fuck...!” he cries, back arched and hands shaking, digging into the plush of your thighs, each smack of your ass on this milky thighs brings a sharp inhale of air to Satoru’s lungs, his cock twitching and drooling so much precum into your hole the sound is disgustingly loud.

if Satoru were to be honest, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s too deep into the pleasure borderline in pain his mouth just splurts whatever words come to his brain, torn into slamming his hips up to fuck your pretty tight hole, or push you away and get a moment to breath and regain a bit of control. with your boyfriend there was no in between of him mercilessly fuckin’ you to tears, or you making him cry instead.

“stay still” you hiss, attempting to push his hands away from your hips, your waist, thighs, wherever his slender fingers found purchase.

yet all your words fall to deaf ears, “baby....! please, no more!” Satoru cries again, toes curling and almost kicking in the bed at the sublime, painful pleasure.

you curse low, considering the current situation was not going anywhere, so you slide back slightly, —continuing to bounce on his cock so hard Satoru’s groans and whines grew louder, blindly reaching for his eye bandages and struggling to wrap them around his wrists, and then to the headboard that rhythmically squealed under your movements.

“k-kinky” he croaks, an attempt of a laugh bubbling in his chest but quickly replaced by a loud moan, head tossed back as your hole sucked another orgasm out of the blue eyed spent cock.

“if you still have energy to joke around then you’re not fucked enough”

[kaisturni]

apologies | c. sturniolo

→ a make up sex oneshot with chris x fem!reader

→ includes; smut, fighting, f!oral, unprotected sex

→ a/n; based on this request by anon! hope u love it as much as i love u! also i made myself my pfp what do u guys think 😗

NOT PROOFREAD

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“god, just fuck off! shut up already!”

you stare at chris in disbelief, feeling the tears weld up in your eyes.

you had arguments with him sure, but you would never expect him to talk to you that way.

regret instantly fills his eyes as he sees you run upstairs, “wait baby-”

“no! leave me alone,” you say through your tears, locking yourself in chris room, throwing yourself on his bed and sobbing into his pillow.

about 10 minutes pass, and your cheeks and eyes still haven’t dried. just then, a knock is heard at the door.

you unlock the door hope it’s matt or nick, but it’s chris; standing in the doorframe with a somber look, red puffy eyes and lips.

he’s been crying too.

“before you tell me to get out, i want to apologize,” he says bluntly.

you sit yourself back onto the bed and cross your arms, “okay, then apologize,”

he begins to ascend down to one knee; ready to beg for your forgiveness.

“i’m so sorry baby, i was way out of line, i swear. let me make it up to you,” he pleads, sad eyes turning into desperation.

you sigh, unable to stay mad at him; especially when he’s like this with you.

“okay, fine. i’ll forgive you,” you uncross your arms and open them, inviting him for a hug.

he wastes no time in allowing himself to enter your arms, nuzzling into your neck, planting a few soft kisses.

“makin’ it up to you baby. i promise,”

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“fuck, chris! right there,” you pant; chris’ face is between your legs, devouring you like his last meal.

this is his way of saying sorry, and you’re not mad about it.

he pushes your legs further apart for more access, going between sticking his tongue in you and making figure 8’s on your pussy.

you’ve got firm grip on his hair, bucking your hips up whenever his tongue enters inside you, only making him go crazier by the minute.

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you’ve lost count of how many orgasms you’ve had, and chris is still pounding into you by the second.

he circles your clit while fucking you, you both groaning every time his hips meet yours.

“m’ so sorry baby, didn’t mean a word,” chris breathes out through his thrusts.

he spews praises at you as you both reach your high, collapsing his body down next to you.

you look at each other, panting heavily,

“remind me to get mad at you more often.”

[kitasgloves]

Zero idea if its been asked already but can you do a Dazai x innocent golden retriever gf, i just know that man has the biggest corruption kink

alright folks we're back at it again!

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As I have stated previously in a drabble, I'd like to think DAZAI OSAMU can get sweetly sadistic with an innocent/golden retriever type of gf. He views your purity and naivety as a sweet little treat for him to feast on and devour. You have the most sparkling personality that rivals the sun. And Dazai is greedy, he likes to keep sucking in your warm innocence until you run dry.

He adores your enthusiasm and free thinking. You're like a breath of fresh air with the way you smile and cling to him. Dazai's ego inflates when you praise him for how clever and knowledgeable he is about various things. Sometimes, he'd treat you like a little kid and talk to you like you're a toddler, cooing about how you're too naive for the world.

This bitch would tease the fuck out of you. He likes to make you pout and hear you whine. He'd make fun of every little thing about you. Your massive height difference, the way you snort when you laugh, and every silly habit you have, he'd pick on it all. Dazai can get obsessive with tracking all your likes and dislikes. He probably keeps a little notebook with lists like your favorite flavors, most hated dating spots, the books you found interesting, the brands of your underwear, etc. This mf keeps track of everything and keeps receipts so it's impossible to keep a secret from him.

Speaking of secrets, Dazai knows every told and untold secret about you. He loves to get into your personal space. He wants to know what makes you laugh until you cry, what makes you blow a fuse, what makes you blush like a strawberry, and especially what makes you cry in pleasure. The brunette would gaslight himself into thinking he's not that cruel. No, he's a sweet and loving boyfriend who adores his bright girlfriend! Yep, he just wants to corrupt your innocence, it's not that cruel, right?

"Hghh—Oh—Osamu—"

"Stay still for me"

He whispers against your ear. Dazai leans back to admire your naked and sweaty figure on the bed, your hands gripping the sheets, your legs spread apart, and his limber fingers fucking deep into you. He chuckles as he watches you turn away with a flushed face as he fingerfucks your wet cunt. The squelching sound of his fingers curling in and out of your pussy filled the room. The way you were so reactive with every movement of his fingers made his pants tight.

"Look at you, sucking in my fingers like a greedy little whore"

"...I'm not—ah!"

You go crossed-eyed when he brushes against that special spot inside of you again. Dazai pulls his fingers out to hear you whimper. He's been at it for an hour now, fingerfucking you only to pull away when he can feel you coming close. Tears have been already rolling down your cheeks with how much you plead for him to make you cum already. Dazai smiles darkly as he goes to caress your breasts before delivering a sharp slap on your cunt.

You flinch and shuddered in pleasure when that delicious stinging sensation stimulates your clit. He slaps your pussy a couple of times until it turns puffy.

"Osamu, please!"

"Please what? Come on, use your words, honey"

"Please make me cum already!"

"Hmm, I don't know. Do you deserve it?"

A cruel smile spreads on your boyfriend's lips as more tears begin escaping your glassy eyes. You looked so precious and pathetic begging for him to make you cum that he almost loses his restraint. His hand goes to grab your jaw before sneering down at you.

"Does a slut like you deserve to cum?"

You sobbed and nodded frantically. He clicks his tongue.

"Answer me properly"

"Yes! Please, I'll be good!"

Fortunately, Dazai grants you mercy as he slips his fingers back inside of you again. You throw your head back and moan when he starts to rapidly finger you. Your vision goes blurry as you struggled to catch your breath with how deep and fast his skilled fingers was fucking you. The brunette watched you with unblinking eyes as he felt your juices trailing from his fingers down to his wrists. The way you clenched around his fingers as your moans went up into an octave signaled an overwhelming orgasm from you.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Osamu—"

Dazai watched breathlessly as your release crashed down on you with you gushing around his fingers. He holds his breath as you squirt immensely during your orgasm. He tries to bring out more by rubbing your clit which makes you overstimulated as your eyes rolled back. The moment you regain your vision and catch your breath, you realize that you have stained the sheets and your boyfriend is staring at you hungrily.

The next thing you knew, Dazai was hastily slipping off his pants and aligning his cock with your wet entrance. You try to push him back, telling him you're too tired for another round but he dismisses you by shoving his cock inside your cunt. Dazai's eyes almost rolled back with how tight and wet you felt. Immediately, he grabs your hips and sets a brutal pace.

"Hah—sl-slow down! Shit, I can't—"

"Shut the fuck up and take my cock like the pathetic slut you are"

He grins devilishly when you are unable to reply with how your jaw is slack and how drool is seeping down your lips. Dazai keeps aiming his cock deep until it bruises your cervix, every thrust violently rips out the oxygen from your lungs. You looked perfectly fucked out. His sweet innocent girlfriend is fucked dumb by his cock. Your hair was tangled, your cheeks were flushed, and your eyes were glassy.

Your boyfriend keeps pounding into you, mindlessly reveling in his pleasure as he used you like a fucking sex toy. Eventually, you begin to clench around him again but he decides to slow down his pace. You stare at him wide-eyed before your lip begins to wobble.

"Aww, were you going to cum again?"

Dazai teases. You hiccuped as you started to sob.

"You have to make me cum first, slut"

The brunette switches the position with him lying down and you on top of him. He was ordering you to bounce on his dick and make him cum. Eager to please him and reach your release, your steadied your thighs and began bouncing on his cock.

"Hah! Fuck, you look like you're made to bounce on my cock"

He muses. Dazai watched as your ass slapped against his thighs. The tip of his dick kept kissing the deepest part within you. He watched with wicked amusement as your thighs began to shake with every bounce as your hands desperately clawed on his stomach. You began to grow tired as you abruptly stopped making him click his tongue.

"What a pathetic cockslut. Do I have to do everything myself, hm?"

"Please, Osamu, I can't—"

Suddenly, Dazai thrusts his hips upwards making you squeal and throw your head back. His hands fiercely grab your wrists as he continues to thrust upward into you. He laughs at how absolutely cockdrunk you were letting him use you. Sooner, Dazai's thrusts began to go sloppy as he gritted his teeth.

"Shit, gonna cum! You better take all of it like the cumslut you are"

With every moment the tip of Dazai's cock abuses your cervix, it brings you close to your peak. His grip on your wrists tightened and with a couple of hard thrusts, his seed spills inside of you. Your orgasm followed next as your eyes rolled back and your thighs quivered. You collapsed on top of Dazai as you tried to catch your breath. The exhaustion consumes you though as you fluttered your eyes shut.

"Looks like my cute little slut got tired"

Dazai brushes your hair back and pulls his cock out, he could see his excess cum dribbling out of your cunt as his eyes glimmered in delight. All he could think about as he watched you sleep was more ways to make you cry and beg for him to make you cum again.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Sex w/ Clingy!Kazutora

♡ NSFW but also fluffy, fem reader, possessive!Tora, lowkey chubby reader but anyone can read as always, praise, pet names (angel, pretty baby, mama), oral->fem receiving, basically porn with feelings lmao ♡

note: Okay so I had to follow up on this little idea with a little something something and you know I just had to do it with Tora 🤭 but ofc lemme know if I should write about a different character with this idea

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This happened every time you and Kazutora have sex, his face ends up buried in your neck, his lips trailing kisses over your soft skin. Your bedroom was filled with the sounds of his cock pummeling into your soaked cunt, the soft smack of his hips hitting yours, and his breathy whines.

"Fuck, I love you so much angel! Pussy so perfect~"

You were so fucked out that you could barely respond, his dick hitting all the spots that made you go dumb.

"Mama, I need to hear you say it back. Do you love me pretty baby?" He pants softly, practically crying against your shoulder as his grip on your plump thighs tighten.

"You know I do!" You gasped out, teetering on the edge of pleasure, simultaneously under and overstimulated.

"Of course I know, but I need to hear you say it." He pleads, his hips smacking harder and faster into yours. "Tell me you love me, tell me you're all mine, that I'm the only one for you.."

"I'm all yours... only yours.."

"Yeah? All mine and only mine?" He looks down at you with the softest of stares before planting kisses on your face, subtly slowing his thrusts down as he cums inside you. He whimpers as you tighten around him, soaking his dick and thighs with your cum.

"Fuck..so perfect angel. All mine." He mumbles, repeatedly kissing and nipping at your lips as he pulls out. He strings kisses down your jaw and neck before moving his way down and burying himself between your thighs.

"Lemme clean you up mama, okay?" He peppers kisses on your inner thighs before putting your legs on his shoulders and sliding his tongue between your puffy folds, licking the mixture of his and your cum out of you. You card your fingers through his long hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail and making brief eye contact with him as he eats you out, suddenly feeling twice as thankful for your needy, touch-starved boyfriend.

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[kechiwrites]

totally platonic

johnny "soap" mactavish x best friend!reader kinktober countdown, day three (recording)

synopsis: soap helps you give your ex something real to worry about. 🎥

wc: 1.6k

cw: recording / making a sex tape, revenge, allusions to potential cheating (emotional?), fem + afab!reader, anal play, fingering, creampies, unprotected sex, spitting, mentions of cunnilingus

author's note: my first forray into soap, for the anon who asked for soap helping reader get revenge...like a million years ago.

“No, no, into the camera, I don’t want the poor fuck to miss your face when you come. Fucker’s probably never seen it. Not for real anyway.” Soap squeezes at the back of your neck, just firm enough to get you to lift your face out of your pillows. Enough to get you to stare into your phone’s camera. Your eyes make a fevered, strained connection with the tiny lens and a thrill runs through you, up your spine and out of your mouth in the form of Soap’s name. 

“Yes.” He hisses digging his fingertips into the flesh at your hips, tugging you back onto his length. 

Were you your ex, in about an hour or so, you’d get a video attachment with the sparkling heart emoji you loved to use in place of a caption. Were you your ex, you’d open the video, rolling your eyes and anticipating six minutes of you crying and whimpering apologies. Instead, you’d get an eyeful of your glassy expression, your clammy face, your open mouth, mumbling incoherently while Soap’s hips smacked hard against your back side.

You’d have seen the opening moments of the video you're currently shooting where Soap had zoomed in on the puffy lips of your cunt, documenting the way his dick slid over your labia over and over until you moaned deep in your throat off screen. You would’ve heard your own empty headed pleading with Johnny to “stop teasing already” before he sunk into you proper, pushing into your pussy, letting the camera catch him stretching you open, making you take every inch while you drooled obscenities. 

Thankfully though, you aren’t your ex, so you get to experience every second of Soap painstakingly taking you apart live and in-fucking-colour. 

It hadn’t been intentional. Soap is your friend, your best friend. Either of you would proudly take a bullet for the other. You’ve spent years in each other’s company, raiding each other’s fridges, crying on each other’s shoulders, laughing at one another’s dumbass jokes. You fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Totally. Platonic. Puzzle Pieces.

What makes the whole “having sex with your best friend and recording it” thing worse (or better, if you asked Johnny), is that your ex had always doubted the innocence of yours and MacTavish’s relationship, always muttering bitterly in the presence of your friendship. He’d argued over and over that Soap was “into you” and you just “didn’t want to see it”. And maybe you hadn’t. Maybe it made things easier to not address the casual intimacy of your actions, the long hugs, the near mouth kisses, the cuddling. You didn’t even want to consider the much too frequent occasions where you’d catch him staring at your mouth, or when you’d catch yourself leering at his arms, or the sex dreams. The goddamn sex dreams. Night after accursed night of Dream You and Dream Soap going at it like animals. Fucking like it’s what you were born to do.

Fucking the way you are right now.

He clasps a hand around your nape again, squeezing before he runs his palm down your sweat slick back. Soap presses deft fingers against your sides, gripping hard and punching forward again, rocking your entire body towards the camera. He’s going painfully slow, and the heavy glide of his cock inside you is mind-numbing. There’s no way the face you’re making to the camera lens is attractive, but later, when you're cuddled against him in your bed, rewatching the video, Soap will insist it’s perfect. 

Right now though, who gives a fuck what you look like, when you can feel Johnny rearranging your insides with his dick. 

He groans, spreading your ass to get a better look at his cock disappearing into you. “Fuck me.” He draws it out, voice drunk and deep with pleasure. You look over your shoulder at him, whispering something so low it doesn’t get picked up on camera.

And Soap couldn’t have that, could he?

“Tell him.” Your hips stutter, slowing the rhythm the two of you have built, your mind is already clouded with lust, thoughts obscured by the sensation of Johnny fucking you like he hates you.

Or loves you.

You really could not give less of shit about the difference tonight,

“Tell him, sweet.” He jerks his chin at your phone, propped up against a pillow and recording every second of your debasement in the highest definition the three year old device can manage.

Shivers wrack your body but you concede, facing the camera. “I asked him to spit on me.”

“Where did you ask for it? Don’t be shy.” He goads, picking up your slack, jolting you back and forth with deep thrusts, bottoming out then withdrawing until only the flushed scarlet tip of his cock is inside you, only for him to fuck back into you, grinding against your abused walls.

“My ass.” You moan, teeth bared as you try to breathe through your impending orgasm. “I asked him to spit on my ass.” You pant the answer, ”Cause you never wanted to.”

Soap’s laugh is boisterous, vindictive and loud, and he obliges you, finally, spitting at the furl of your asshole. The sensation makes you shiver, and you clench down on him, nearly wailing when your best friend’s thumb begins rubbing insistently at the rim of your hole, spreading his spit with purpose.

“Think I can get my thumb in there?” He huffs, and bends over, his chest blanketing your back so his face is in the camera too. Soap drags the very tip of her tongue over the shell of your ear, biting down softly on your earlobe, sucking at the skin beneath it before he addresses the lens this time, “Whaddya say, Leo? Think I can get my thumb in ‘er?” He rubs his forehead against the nape of your neck before levering back up, out of frame. “I think I can.” He murmurs happily, pressing the pad of the digit against your hole, quietly urging you to push against him, to breathe easy, until you part around the finger. Your whole body just melts as you get used to it, being full. Johnny begins moving again, stroking you deep then grinding inside you, rubbing his hands over your sides, squeezing, groping, touching like he can’t believe you’re here. Like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this.

He wiggles his thumb, pulling it to the side so he can stare at how he’s filled you completely. You can practically hear him ruminating on how he was going to convince you to let him fuck you there, stretch your ass open and spill his seed where no one had before. Lay an irrefutable claim.

Or maybe that was just you.

Honestly, it really didn’t matter because the pace at which Soap is pistoning into you, making your cunt weep, made every little thought that managed to grow in your mind die almost instantaneously.

"Mm...Johnny, I'm close" you grab at the hand he has anchored to your waist. The hair on his thighs rubs against you, the friction and the feel of his balls slapping against your clit speeding you towards an orgasm for the fucking record books. And contrary to Soap's posturing, you didn't fake orgasms, who the fuck had time for that? However, the ones Leo occasionally gave you were nothing like what you felt coming. You struggled not to bite your tongue clean off as ecstasy shot through you, your breath stalling in your lungs. You flee forward when Soap presses his thumb into your ass as far as it could go, pulling his unoccupied hand out of yours so he could rub tight circles over the hood of your clit. It's too much, gratification and sensation and reckless fucking pleasure.

Look at you, running from dick. Who'da thunk it?

"Oh that's not happening." Johnny rasps, breaking his own rhythm once, then twice, abandoning your clit to pull you back onto him. "Take it. Let him see how you take it." Another, smaller, climax tears through your last bit of restraint, all caught on digital film, and you drop your head and scream, muffled by pillows while Soap gives in and comes inside you, throwing his head back, groaning at your ceiling, or God, maybe.

Either's as likely.

When he pulls out, there's a fleeting moment of silence interrupted only by the sound of synchronized heavy breathing. 

Soap bends forward again, this time grabbing your shoulders and pulling you up and against his chest, knocking your legs apart with his hand so the camera can focus on his cum leaking out of you, dripping thick and slow for the benefit of your future audience. He turns your face by your chin, pressing his mouth to yours, further flooding your senses. When his tongue traces over yours, you can literally feel you and Johnny pass the point of no return. 

“Turn it off.” Soap nods to the phone again, and you have to shake your head twice and kiss him three times before you feel cognizant enough to understand what he’s asking. You can’t stop yourself from smiling facetiously into the tiny lens before you end the recording. 

“Give it here.” 

You pass him the phone, staring at the lock screen, a half decade old photo of you and Soap in a matching halloween costume, Johnny dressed like an angel and you his complicit devil, your arms wrapped around each other. 

Leo had hated it.

“Aaaaand send.” Soap sing-songs, tapping at the screen of your phone a few times before he chucks the device to the floor, ignoring your indignant yelp of protest. “How long do you think we have before he opens it?” 

“Long enough for you to eat me out?” You flop back on your bed, propped up on your bent elbows. 

“Then we’d best get started.”

Soap barely gets the chance to touch his tongue to your clit when your phone starts to buzz furiously.

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[mermaidgirl30]

✨Show Some Self Control✨

Pre Outbreak! Joel Miller x fem! reader x other female

 A/N: I got this feral idea from one of @mountainsandmayhem fics Taste Her, Little Dove, and I haven’t stopped thinking about Joel’s POV since I read it. So here is Joel pining and lusting while he watches 😍

Summary: It's your birthday, and Joel can't deny you from wanting to explore being with another woman, so he indulges. He sits and watches, but he can't hold back for long. Not with the way your body is writhing against the damp sheets.

Word Count: 3.1k

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Tags: Joel’s POV, feral Joel, possessive and jealous Joel, soft Joel, porn with plot, fingering, oral receiving (fem), masturbation, temptation

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The room is sweltering, the ceiling fan barely making a difference as sweat beads his forehead, tousled curls getting stuck to his skin as he leans his elbows on his knees and hunches forward. His chin rests on his knuckles while the other hand rakes heavily against his salt-and-pepper scruff, falling apart at the seams as he sits and watches the heated action take place in his large bedroom.

   “Shit,” he mumbles under his breath, the sweat pooling under his blue flannel as he pleads for more with every moan you make from the Queen sized bed, fingers twisted in the damp sheets as she laps her tongue against your pretty pink pussy that’s puffy and so fucking needy, begging to be taken care of as he sits and watches, waits for another beautiful moan from your stained red lips. 

   His self control spirals, his hard cock pressed taut to the edge of his zipper. He’s so fucking hard, precum spilling down his shaft as he sits and stares. He doesn’t care about the other woman, doesn’t care that she’s completely naked and worshipping your body the way that he should be doing. He did this for you, did this for your birthday. Just a fantasy you wanted to try out, just a one time thing. So he obliged, found you a real nice girl, one that would go down on you the way he should be doing. 

   So he watches, stares at your perfect body, watches the way you splay your legs open, watches the way you writhe against her wet tongue, watches the way your eyes roll back every time she gives you another nice, long lick. And fuck are you pretty. 

   She dives two fingers into your gushing pussy, lapping her tongue in slow circles around your puffy clit as you cry out, begging her to give you more as you pant, kneading your perky breasts beneath your soft hands as she licks her bottom lip slowly, eyes blown wide as she tastes you again, long tongue flat against your bundle of nerves, giving you exactly what you desire. 

   You groan, head thrown back as she scissors her fingers into your gorgeous pussy over and over again, gentle yet rough at the same time. 

   He smells you everywhere. The fresh wildflowers on a warm spring day, the lilac scent that resonates on the nape of your neck when he’s clasping his mouth against your soft skin, the honeydew aroma that glitters as sweat drips down your lush hair, can even smell the sweet arousal that ignites his taste buds night after night when he’s having his way with you. 

   It takes everything in his power to not pounce out of this chair and rip the blonde woman that’s tongue deep inside your silky folds. And he prays to god he can get through this evening as he sits and watches like a hawk with its black, blown out eyes targeted on its next meal. 

   You moan, your velvet red lips shaped in a perfect O shape, your head pressed against the cotton pillow as you drag your manicured nails through the blonde’s long hair. 

   God, he loves when you look like that, all falling apart and nearly holding on to the tethered rope that’ll surely break at any moment. He wants to see it, wants to hear the soft moans that’ll sound from your silky red lips, wants to taste that sweet release that shatters like glass down your perfect thighs.

   “Curl your fingers up,” he growls as he grips his leather belt, almost tugging it free as he fights to not fall apart himself.

   “Curl them up?” The blonde asks as she looks over with icy blue eyes.

   “Yes,” he pants, “she fuckin’ loves that,” he bites out.

   She happily obliges and curls two slim fingers inside your dripping hole, as if that’ll satiate you, like her nimble fingers will ever live up to his strong, calloused, thick ones.

   For Christ sakes, he’s fucking jealous that it’s not him dousing you in pleasure right now. And clearly, he does not like sharing what is his. But he’ll play nice. For now…

   You tip your head back as pleasure consumes you, your pupils expanded and blown out as another moan leaves your pretty red lips. He knows she’s hitting that sweet, spongy spot that makes you see stars, but he definitely knows that she can’t touch that one delicate spot that makes you completely unravel yourself for him.

   Your fingers thread through platinum blonde locks, your mouth gasping for air as her tongue flicks your puffy clit that’s drenched from her saliva. And fuck does that sight nearly send him falling from the edge of the chair.

   You turn your head slowly, your vivid, blown out beautiful eyes finding his, and he nearly combusts at how gorgeous you look in the fading light of the lit lamp on the  mahogany nightstand. You could be looking at her as she takes you closer to the edge, but you stay strictly staring at him, and it nearly causes his breath to falter.

   “Joel…” you moan, your voice an octave higher as she curls her fingers in and out slowly, the squelching noises echoing around the dark silhouette of his bedroom. Just your mesmerizing voice nearly brings him to his knees.

   “Feel good, sweetheart?” he asks with a deep, gravelly tone, his voice catching as he stares and gawks at your immaculate face.

   “Y-yes,” you choke out as another long flick of her tongue lands on your puffy pink clit, your gaze making thick beads of sweat fall down his tanned forehead as his hard cock nearly combusts inside his tight jeans. One more quake of your lush lips and he’s done for. 

   He quickly unthreads his belt from the loops, unzipping the jagged zipper, and slides his jeans and boxers down to his knees. His cock springs free, as hard a rock as precum spills over his angry, red tip. 

   “Fuck,” he groans as he stares at you with blown out pupils, fisting his cock up and down, up and down as the slick precum spreads over his entirety.

   You watch him with a hungry, needy gaze, licking your lower lip as if you want to wrap your pretty lips right around his hard length, get on your knees like the good girl that you are, and swallow him down your experienced throat. 

   Fuck. That image alone makes him almost come on the spot. 

   He hears the soft flicks of her tongue working your drenched pussy, hears your wetness as she drives her fingers faster, harder. He knits his brows tightly together, holding in a moan as he envisions himself between your plush thighs, sliding his own calloused fingers in languid circles while he tongue fucks you deep and thoroughly. 

   Christ, he’s gonna fucking explode when she takes you over the edge, but he won’t dare come until you do. Queens never come last; queens come first, with multiple orgasms. Period.

   “Joel,” you repeat in a plea, a quiet whisper meant just for him as your back arches off the damp sheets, your hips bucking with every stroke of her tongue.

   God, you’re beautiful.

   “Yeah, baby. I know. Go on, sweetheart. Let it out,” he purrs while he grits his teeth as he fucks himself faster with a clenched fist and blown out eyes. 

   You keep his stare, your mouth forming in that perfect O shape as you start to let the pleasure wash through your perfect body. 

   “There ya go, Attagirl,” he praises, knowing exactly how you knit your brows close and make drawn out groans between breaths before you come.

   “Need… you - ohhhh, Joel,” you moan, crossing the thresholds of your orgasm as you start to fall apart all over her tongue.

   You pull on her icy hair, tugging her forward as your hips buck up, back arched off the bed as you let your ragged moans fill the room with the choir of your blissful ecstasy. 

   “Oh, fuck me,” he groans, pumping up and down as he takes in the view of you absolutely wrecked on top of the bed. Your soft skin glistening over the sheen of the glittering sweat, your breaths shallow and quaking, and your eyes. Fuck. Your eyes are like glitter as they sparkle like diamonds, never averting your gaze, only looking at him. Your gaze alone makes him absolutely reckless.

   He fists himself harder, faster, hears the pulse of rushing blood fill his eardrums, his breath ragged and heavy, sweat dripping down his unbuttoned flannel, eyes completely locked on yours as he feels his own release quickly taking over, and then he breaks hard. 

   He tips his head back, his heated gaze searing into your still blown out eyes as he threads his brows together and moans your name under his breath while the hot spurts of cum bubble over and splash over his fisted hand.

   Fuck. It’s like a drug jacking off at the sight of you coming undone, the best damn thing he’s ever laid eyes on in his whole existence. He swears you’re an angel, would happily get on his knees for the rest of his life if it meant he got to worship your body every single day of his existence. 

   You’re his, and right now that other woman is in his way.

   He takes a second to let the pleasure simmer off, takes a minute to catch his ragged breath as he wipes the cum off with a small white hand towel. He pushes himself out of the chair, stuffing his softening cock into his boxers as he slides them up over his strong hips, forgetting the jeans as he leaves them discarded on the floor. He doesn’t have time to put clothes on, he just needs you.

   He stalks toward the bed, a heated gaze taking over his dark chocolate eyes as he climbs up the edge, right next to the other woman. 

   “Excuse me, my woman needs me,” he growls as he pushes the blonde out of the way and off the bed. He has no remorse for wanting what is his. She got a taste of you, now it’s his turn to show you just how much he loves to make you feel good.

   He wastes no time and settles between your splayed legs, wrapping his large hands around your thighs, pulling you forward as a quick breath leaves your lips, your beautiful eyes wide, and a small smile curves up over your red stained lips.

   “My bed, my woman,” he says possessively; his deep, gravelly voice filling the room as it rumbles with the thunder of his desire. “Mine,” he growls like a dominant dog, hoping the blonde will get the hint that you belong to him and only him. 

   He pulls you further down into the sheets, slipping your legs over his broad shoulders as he settles in and takes a big whiff of your delicious musk, sliding his curved nose up your wet folds and into the coarse hair above your mound. 

   Fuck. It’s like your scent clings to him, makes him want to ravish you till he drowns in your smell, in your very essence. He’d lap at you for hours if he could. This is his most favorite thing, going down on you again and again and again until you have nothing left to give him. He’ll take every drop, every speck that he can get. You’re a fucking waterfall, and he’ll bathe in your crashing ecstasy every single night. 

   “Joel,” you groan as he licks a long, lazy stripe up your entire core, moaning gently as you thread your fingers through his tousled curls.

   He takes his tongue and draws meticulous circles around your puffy clit, not stopping until he hears the sweet moans slip out of your mouth as your legs tighten around him.

   He looks up and smirks, licking slick from his lower lip as he curls two thick fingers inside you, curling up up up until he’s hitting that perfect spongy wall that has you gawking down at him.

   “Joel, feels so - oooooh,” you moan, lacing your fingers through his greying curls as you try to hold on to that quick building orgasm that’s right on the brink of shattering.

   “Yeah? This what my girl want? She want my thick fingers stretchin’ her core? She want my mouth gettin’ that pretty pussy nice and messy?” He growls, fusing his lips to your bundle of nerves, sucking your perfect clit inside his warm mouth as another moan falls from your lips.

   “Mhm, yes,” you moan as he works his fingers in and out, his knuckles deep in slick as he drives out more and more of your glistening arousal. 

   “Need you to tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart. Need you to tell me jus’ who does it best,” he murmurs as he talks you through the obscene squelching noises the two of you are making that echo loudly around the room. 

   He gives an icy glare over at the blonde that stands in the corner of the room watching, and he pulls you closer and fucks deeper into you with his experienced fingers, giving you another long lick up your drenched center so she gets the point that this pussy, this woman belongs to only him.

   She probably thinks he’s so possessive, so needy, so jealous, but he is. You belong to him, and he’ll never share again if he can help it. No one else deserves to worship this body, no one else deserves you because he can and will forevermore give you exactly what you need. You need him, and you fucking know it. You tell it to him every single day, and he will never take that for granted because he is your center of gravity, your everything. 

   Another swirl of your puffy clit and you’re pulling tighter to his messy curls. Shit. He fucking loves when you do that, knows you’re close now. 

   “You do, Joel. You make me feel so - ohhhhh, yeah. Right there,” you moan as his curled fingers press that perfect spot against your spongy walls that has you nearly drooling at the touch.

   He knows exactly what you need.

   He pulls his fingers out and pops his digits into his mouth, groaning as the slick slides down his throat, reveling at the sweet taste of you on his tongue. He’s never going to fucking get over how much he craves you every single second of every day.

   He spreads your folds wide with his thumbs, and then he’s tongue fucking you, splitting you open, driving moan after moan as he flicks and licks and fucks his tongue as deep as he can go.

   You writhe beneath him, one hand laced through his curls, the other clawing down his back as you sing precious moans from your sensational lips. He fucking loves when you start to unravel for him; he revels in your pleasure every single time you gift him with your orgasms. 

   Attagirl. Open your floodgates and let me drown in your cum.

   As if you hear his coaxing thoughts, you arch your back and smother him in between your perfect thighs, clenching your walls and moaning his name in a blissful, orgasmic lull as you shake beneath his licks against your creaming pussy.

   “There ya go, babygirl. Taste so fuckin’ good,” he moans as he laps up your delicious slick, letting it quench his thirst, groaning at the feel of your silky folds and arousal on the tip of his tongue.

   He licks every inch of you, lapping up all that you give him as his big hands rub up and down your thighs, purring how good of a girl you are as you come down from your intense orgasm.

   When you finally fall slack beneath him and look up under your thick eyelashes with your glossed over beautiful eyes shining down at him, he smiles and draws a breath as he gawks mesmerized between your thighs. 

   “Holy shit,” the blonde giggles in the corner, pulling her crimson dress up her body as she slips her silver heels on. “You really do fucking love her.”

   He sighs and looks up at you, watching your hitching breaths fall off your perfect lips as your eyes light up the entire glow of the room. “Yeah, I really do.” 

   You smile down at him and stroke your fingers through his messy locks of tousled hair. “And I really love him,” you reply, your voice dripping of love with every syllable you speak.

   “Guess it’s my cue to leave. Let you two love birds enjoy yourselves,” she chuckles as she grabs her car keys off the wooden dresser.

   “Yeah, probably should,” you giggle. Before she walks out, you stop her as her hand hits the golden doorknob. “Hey, thank you again, for letting me experience what you did for me.”

   The blonde nods and curtsies. “It was my pleasure, trust me.” Joel looks over and gives her a curt nod of his head as a tight smile forms over his lips. “As for you, Joel. Don’t think you like sharing your woman. At least that’s what I picked up on.”

   He chuckles and shakes his head, looking back up at you as one calloused hand rakes down your thigh slowly. “Nah. Reckon I don’t,” he whispers, and you give him a jaw dropping smile that nearly makes his heart explode.

   The blonde woman chuckles and creaks the door open, walking out as she gives a goodbye wave. “Well, see you two around, I guess. Have a good night.”

   When the door shuts and her footsteps are gone, Joel crawls up to the head of the bed and crushes your body to his sweat gleamed chest, brushing his lips over your forehead as his fingers lace with yours. 

   “You have a good time tonight, sweetheart?” he asks as he strokes his lips against your warm cheek.

   “Mhm, I did,” you murmur. “But you know what the best part was?”

   “What?” he asks with a curious smile.

   “You.”

   He chuckles and cups your cheek, pulling your mouth to his as he gives you a long, slow kiss that tugs at his heartstrings. When he falls back on the pillow and cradles you against his broad chest, he whispers in your ear gently. “I love you, babygirl. So fuckin’ much. Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

[neochan]

≡ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒! (𝟏𝟖+)

「 MEMBERS 」 ⋮ mark lee, huang renjun, lee jeno, na jaemin, lee haechan, zhong chenle, park jisung

≣ content warning ⋮ perverted, depraved, & taboo thoughts, nerd!mark, cnc / dubcon, innocence stealer!chenle, somnophilia, mentions of weed usage as a form of coercion, too strong!jeno, manhandling, rough!jeno, degradation, religious sacrilege, corrupt church boy!jaemin, slight humiliation, corruption, ra!renjun, manipulative!renjun, cocaine usage.

≣ a.note ⋮ i'm smoking weed and listening to old hiphop, what else was i supposed to do other than write these cute little perv drabbles :) give me a like, a follow, or a reblog.

⩩ mark lee ⋮ so what if he's a 'nerd'. he doesn't care if you make fun of him in class with all your friends. he shrugs it off like no big deal. it really wasn't a big deal, until you brought up his dick size. see, mark isn't one of those guys whose ego gets shot from small dick jokes. but when the joke leaves your pretty little mouth, well something shifts in the pit of his stomach. he still shrugs it off though, until you're walking home from class, skirt swishing back and forth just barely covering the swell of your ass. good little girls should know better... it was easy, really. clamping a hand over your lips puckered in a silent scream. and then to drag you back to his car. oh, it was so, so easy. in fact, you really wanted it. the way you spread your legs, revealing a patch of arousal on the seat of your lacy panties. how you willingly helped him slip them to the side. the way you moaned his name when he slid into your puffy cunt, tits pressing against his chest and eyes locked on his. you begged for him to keep going. for him to go harder. so he did. again, and again, and again. until you could barely walk when he dumped you outside the front of your dorm. but sure enough, you stayed quiet in class the next day...

⩩ huang renjun ⋮ renjun has an addiction. it's not porn - not technically. it's not cocaine, or nicotine. he's not an alcoholic, yet still, he felt the withdrawal all too much. he was addicted to you. or, your body, rather. he dreamed of it, hands reaching up to cup your tits, cock sunk deep in your pussy, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth as you lost yourself on him. and when he woke up, aching and hard, he had no choice but to pathetically jerk off to the remnants of the memory. he thought about putting cameras in your room, maybe the womens showers, to capture you. something he can have as a keepsake of this obsession. see, he had access. he was your resident advisor. he could do that. but then he found out from a little birdie that his star resident in room two oh twelve used her daddies money to buy coke off her dealer boyfriend. see that...that was the key. all he had to do was used that as bait to convince you. and he did. one night, at a stupid party he was supposed to shut down, he saw you snort a line off the living room table. next thing he knew, you were upstairs, tears welling in your eyes, pleading with him not to tell. you would do anything. anything.

⩩ lee jeno ⋮ really, his strength was his best asset. but he's never had someone put up this much of a fight. seriously, after one good hair pull and a hand around the throat, girls usually let up. but you... you were fun. you were a challenge. you push back, hands slapping against his chest to combat him. all he does is snarl and shove harder, pressing your back against the kitchen counter. his biceps flex with the exertion of grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the marble. you thrash around still, until he twists your body so sharply, you cry out. he chuckles, "god i love you." he presses his stiffening cock against you, circling his hips to gain some sort of friction, "feel that? you're driving me crazy." a few half-hearted attempts at getting free does nothing for you, instead, it spins you around so now your chest was pressed flat against the cold surface. he transfers your wrists into one giant hand, and uses his other to yank down your bottoms. "...and you're soaked. fuck, y/n. gonna give you what you need. gonna fuck this stupid attitude outta you, yeah?" your walls flutter around his uninvited fingers, "ahhh, you like that, you sick fuck. want me to fuck you into submission. make you a real good girl for me. gonna train you to take me, and only me." he doesn't even feel you resist anymore, because you give up. you let him use your body until he's spent, and even then, you let him use your mouth. anything for him. anything for jeno.

⩩ na jaemin ⋮ he wasn't a god. but at this moment, with his entire world peering up through wet lashes, on bruised knees...well, he surely felt like one. it didn't help that he stood overtop your broken figure on the edge of the alter. he caresses your jaw and gives you a smile full of pearly white teeth that gleam in the stained glass shadows, "speak." with tears welling in your eyes at the command, it takes a second, but eventually your hoarse voice echoes out, "forgive me father for i have sinned." you see, jaemin wasn't a priest, but he took your confessions as if he was one. he wanted you to bare your soul to him. your perverted, depraved, sick thoughts. he doesn't speak though, just cocks an eyebrow and crouches down so that he was eye level. you continue, "i-, this is so...embarrassing, gosh, i don't..." he gives your jaw a squeeze, making the words tumble out, "i did it again. i... i touched myself again..it's wrong, i- i know, but he, you...plague my mind." your voice quiets the longer his gaze burns into you. but nothing compares to the image that burns brighter in his mind. your innocent fingers slipping between plush thighs, jaemin being the temptation you couldn't withstand. it made him feel fucking good. "it's okay darling, god forgives you, i forgive you..." he stands up again and reaches a hand down to toy with the buckle of his belt, "but with sin comes punishment." he undoes the latch and slowly slips it from the belt loops of his dress pants. the sound makes you flinch, a whisper escaping your pouted lips, "oh god." heat surges through his veins, almost bringing him to his knees, "no angel, i'm not god. i'll be more forgiving than any god. i'll be gentle, i'll liberate you from all sin. i'll make you good. my darling, i'll make you pure again."

⩩ lee haechan ⋮ yeah, he did it on purpose, so what. technically, he didn't force you to inhale, he simply stuck the blunt between your fingers and called it a day. admittedly, you did exactly what he wanted, but he chalked that up to good luck, and the devil on his side. watching you slowly revert to a rambling, squirmy mess made his cock stir in his jeans. and when you got all cuddly, snuggling up to his chest and dragging him closer, well, what else was he supposed to do other than stick his tongue in your mouth and push you back against the arm of the couch. you came on to him, really. either way, the night led with his tongue down your throat, and his hand up your skirt. and still, when he pushes your panties to the side and slips a finger into your cunt, his suspicions are confirmed. your arousal dripped down his wrists, a testament to how much you truly wanted him. really, he was doing you a service. an act of kindness. "be still baby" he growled, forcing your legs wider apart. you whimpered and whined, body holding still but head rolling on your shoulders. "hyuckie.." you kept mewling, and with each sound of his name, he grew harder and harder. it felt like he might burst if he didn't bury his cock in you right this minute. so he does. sloppily, because he was high too, but he does. and it's slow, and messy, and sick. and he loved every fucking second. god, he can't wait to do this to you, no, with you, again.

⩩ zhong chenle ⋮ stealing innocence, robbing naivety, corrupting purity... whatever people call that, chenle calls a normal everyday thought. he hasn't really fucked you yet, only teased you. he's coerced you into letting him touch your cunt, but only the soft skin on the outside. you've let him touch your breasts, but never the sensitive bud in the center. you also let him toy with your ass one time, but the second he tried to slip a finger inside, you pushed him off and told him to wait. nothing could happen before marriage. but chenle was tired of waiting. he was bored of watching you through the camera in the shower. sick of touching himself beside your sleeping figure - the only time he could shift your legs in your sleep to poke at your clothed cunt. just rubbing you through the satin material of your pajama bottoms got him off, but he needed more. this time, he was able to wriggle your shorts down around your ankles, and what a sight it was. oh he was gonna have so much fun. one finger, two fingers, his tongue, eventually working his way up to the tip of his cock. pushing in, not too much to make you stir... just enough to tease himself. you were so tight, so untouched. it was obvious he was your first, and it took everything in him to hold back. tomorrow night...tomorrow night will be the night he fucks you full, until you're leaking his cum. until you're his. ruined for him only.

⩩ park jisung ⋮ jisung hates how you think of him. not just you, but everyone really. see, he's not just the maknae. he doesn't want the baby voice, or the coddling, or the fucking head pats. if you really knew what he was capable of, maybe you'd think twice before treating him like a kid all the time. if you could see the way he fucks his fist, fingers twisted in the sheets of his bed, or knuckles jammed between his teeth... the things he thought about; you sitting on his cock, forced to take every inch of him, even when the tears well over the brim of your eyelashes. cunt full of his fingers while he sucked and nipped at your breasts. the bruises he'd leave on every inch of your skin. how he fantasizes about pushing you to the floor and stuffing his cock down your throat until you were thrashing for just a small breath of air. he doesn't get off on hurting you, no, he could never do that. but making you see just how much stronger he was.. how he could force you onto your knees, and rough you up a bit until your swollen lips screamed his name. well, maybe then you'd stop treating him like some dumb kid.

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psssst Rin idea ehehe.... imagine having a remote control vibrator and alhaitham has the remote :))) that's it that's all bye //runs

crys.

crys.

crys.

...... must you send this while i'm on my period hauhdwhjfshdakhd

cw. minors dni, fem!reader, afab!reader, vibrator, self-indulgent shit bc i'm 1) in pain, 2) horny, and 3) just because i can. tldr; this is crys' fault /silly /lh

al haitham has your cycle memorized. it may sound like a useless thing to dedicate one of his brain cells for, but in his opinion, it really isn't. the common theories of the female hormones factors a lot into your mood and emotions, hence it makes a good tool to interpret your actions and outlines a specific guideline for him to act accordingly to make sure he continues to prove himself a suitable partner for you.

but sometimes, the man couldn't resist but just to tease you a bit.

and you look adorable in his eyes, all flushed and pouty like this.

"what's wrong? i thought someone said she wanted to 'get all the chores done before my uterus throws a tantrum for not getting to house a fetus'?" he asked, a little too nonchalantly, as he pressed buttons on the washing machine with one hand, the other sneaking into his pocket to play with the intensity of the little toy fitting snugly between your puffy folds.

"you're evil," you somehow managed to choke out, knees trembling as you held onto the edges of the sink, having to pause from cleaning the dishes at the heightened vibrations, "evil."

"that's not what you said last night with your legs wrapped around my w-"

"al haitham!!!"

"we're at home and kaveh's out to survey a project. i see no reasons for you to act unnecessarily demure."

you grumbled and muttered under your breath as you tried to wash the soap suds off the plates. a chuckle left your boyfriend's lips, and you feel a momentary relief when the buzz between your legs lessened into a hum.

key word here being 'momentary'.

you continued on ー wiping the plates dry, setting them onto the drying rack… as you reached out to open the cupboard drawer, the devil whispering in your beloved's ears seemed to have won the silent battle within his mind, for the bullet-shaped contraption seemed to increase in intensity with every seconds that passed. higher. higher. higher.

"h-haith- oh- fuck-" the quiver in your voice was palpable; arms steadying yourself onto the counter in a hurry. you were sure the dampness would have shown over your shorts by now; he'd been playing with that remote all morning, and it was driving you nuts.

perhaps it was that very desperation that prompted you to turn towards him with a pair of pleading eyes. perhaps it was your hormones going haywire that made you latch onto him and whine like a bunny in heat, your hands roaming across broad muscles, hips canting towards the growing bulge beneath those grey sweatpants.

oh, you really, truly look adorable when you were insatiably horny, he thought.

"…. fine. consider it my duty to finish the chores later," lush greens zeroes on the trickle of slick slipping down your thigh, the swipe of his tongue across his lips unconscious yet felt like added desire into your already heated loins.

"for now, i suppose your duty is to be thoroughly spoiled by me."

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[minminbunny]

Demon AU - Demon! Hwang Hyunjin/Gender Neutral Human! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"This is ridiculous," you grumbled, looking at the ritual written on the paper. You sighed, holding a needle to your fingertip, "Is this actually going to work?" you murmured, acting out of sheer loneliness. You moved the needle closer before pulling away, "But am I that desperate?" you gulped, biting on your lower lip. "Fuck fine, it might not even work," you sighed, pricking your finger as blood dripped on the paper. You looked around, and as expected, nothing happened. 

"Haha, hah," you laughed nervously, waiting a few minutes before crumpling the paper. "What am I even doing?" You mumbled, clearing up and plopping yourself onto the bed. You snuggled your plush, wishing for the warmth of something or someone cuddling you close as you drifted off. A soft hand grazed your forehead, brushing the hair away. You stirred in your sleep and turned the other way. 

A soft chuckle echoed in your ears, jolting you awake. You sat up, hesitant to look over your shoulder. "Scared?" they asked, watching your amusing reaction. You gulped, trying to ignore their presence. "I know you can hear me, sweetie," they whispered, blowing into your ear. You shivered on instinct, making their smirk widen. "Such a cute reaction," they tease, gently moving your shoulders back on the pillow. 

You gulped, shutting your eyes tight. "You can't avoid me forever, little kitten. You summoned me after all," they said, grazing down your sides. You peeked open an eye, "You're real?" you whispered, seeing a gorgeous man lying next to you. Hyunjin smirked, "Very much so," he said, grazing your cheek. You gulped, "You don't look very demonic," you murmured, studying his features. 

"If I did sweetie, you'd pass out," Hyunjin said, pinching your plush cheek. You whined at the tug, "Ow," you said, rubbing your cheek. Hyunjin cooed, patting the spot, "You're just so cute. I couldn't help myself," he said, sitting up. You watched, holding your plush tight, "So what are you going to do?" You asked, gulping as his demeanour changed. 

"You must have been so needy if you had to summon me, little doll. I can show you ecstasy you never experienced before. Would you like that?" he asked, knowing humans like it when they are cared for. You nodded your head, "Help me?" you pleaded, rubbing your legs together as you felt the familiar ache. Hyunjin chuckled, spreading your legs apart, "It'd be my honour," he cooed, undressing your bottom half.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

"So messy already," he teased, rubbing your slicked panties. You mewled, arching your back, "More, please," you whimpered, moaning into your plushie. Hyunjin covered his face, "It's been a while since I've seen such an adorable little human. Baby you make me want to ruin you," he chuckled, hooking his fingers under your panties. You whined at his words, lustful haze fogged your mind. Hyunjin kissed your knee, "I'll be nice to you, sweetie. I'll make you cry pleasurable tears," he promised, rubbing your puffy clit. 

You bucked at the sensation, pleasure buzzy under your skin, "In please," you hiccuped, craving for him to rub against that familiar bundle of nerves. Hyunjin clicked his tongue, "Patience little doll, I don't want this to end so soon," he cooed, licking his lips. He kissed down your thighs, his breath hot and heavy against your cunt, "So pretty," he groaned, flicking the tip of his tongue against your puffy clit. "Ah, hah, hah," you moaned, muffled by your plush toy. 

Hyunjin reached forward and placed the plush on your tummy, "Let me hear you or I'll stop," he teased, rubbing the bottom of your tummy. You gulped and nodded, "Sorry," you whispered, locking eyes with him. Hyunjin smirked, kissing your folds, "Good girl," he praised, sucking your puffy clit. You dug your nails into the sheet, arching your back at the blissful pleasure, "Close, hhgh so close, hah," you whimpered, utterly sensitive. 

Hyunjin pulled away to your disparity, "Not so fast," he chuckled, tugging free his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, it wasn't like any humans. It was ridged and bumpy; the base swelled up slightly like a bulbous plug. Hyunjin pulled out a vile, "This will stimulate your body like a puppy in heat. Your little holes will dilate and slick from within,"  he said, pouring the fluid onto his palms. 

"Will it hurt?" you asked, staring at him with pitiful eyes. Hyunjin chuckled, "Well since your body is pretty sensitive. I'd say a bit. But don't worry once I'm buried deep within you till the hilt. You wouldn't even worry about the pain," he said, lathering your clit and cunt with the substance. You squirmed at the cooling sensation when it suddenly felt warm, "Hhgh, mhm, hah?" you whimpered, feeling your holes open up. 

Hyunjin kissed your calves, "There you go, all wide and ready for me," he said, aligning the tip of his cock with your fluttering cunt. You made grabby hands towards him, "Hold, hhgh," you whined. Hyunjin hooked both your legs under his armpits, "Alright, alright. Such a needy little thing aren't cha," he chuckled, penetrating his cock in one smooth thrust as he held your hand. 

You release a silent scream as your body quivered in sensitivity. Hyunjin towered over you, drinking in your blissful expressions as tears brimmed your eyes, "Aww, you're so pretty baby. Such a pretty little girl," he cooed, kissing down your jaw. You sniffled at sparks of ecstasy coaxing your body. Hyunjin chuckled against your neck, "Fuck if you keep acting up like this I might just keep you," he whispered, nipping hickeys on your collarbone. 

You licked his nose, "Kiss?" you sniffled, tears dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin moaned against your neck, your fluttering walls clenching around his rigid cock, "Shit, baby. Don't tempt me to make you my pet," he chuckled, rolling his hips. You mewled, parting your lips with hooded eyes. Hyunjin sighed, kissing you deeply, his thrusts in sync with his movements. You melted into the bed his deep thorough pounding sent your brain into a cloudy mess. 

Hyunjin released your wrists and gripped your hips, "Let me fuck you properly, sweetie," he said, pounding your dripping cunt at a relentless pace. His cock thrusting in and out with a filthy squelching sound. Your cunt engulfed his cock so perfectly that he wanted to breed his seed deep within. He didn't care if you couldn’t have his child, just the thought of his semen claiming your inner walls. Claiming your most sensitive areas drove him insane. 

"Keep crying, pretty girl. Cry louder," he growled, pinning your legs to your chest as he used all his weight to pound into your searing ribbed cunt. "Hhgh, huh, hah, hah," you sobbed, clawing the sheets below as a lifeline as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. Hyunjin clenched his jaw, "Fuck, that's my girl.  Keep cumming baby," he growled, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrusts. You screamed out loud, not being able to differentiate between orgasms.

Hyunjin groaned, ploughing your tight messy cunt, "I'm close, baby. Take my fucking cum, hm?" He grits, wrapping his arms around you as he coats your walls white. You quivered from the pleasure, the hot searing cum pumping deep into your body. Hyunjin panted, kissing your forehead, "Good girl. My good girl," he chuckled, gently thrusting in and out of you.

AMAB

"So messy already," he teased, rubbing your slicked panties. You mewled, arching your back, "More, please," you whimpered, moaning into your plushie. Hyunjin covered his face, "It's been a while since I've seen such an adorable little human. Baby you make me want to ruin you," he chuckled, hooking his fingers under your panties. You whined at his words, lustful haze fogged your mind. Hyunjin kissed your knee, "I'll be nice to you, sweetie. I'll make you cry pleasurable tears," he promised, rubbing your puffy cockhead. 

You bucked at the sensation, pleasure buzzy under your skin, "In please," you hiccuped, craving for him to rub against that familiar bundle of nerves. Hyunjin clicked his tongue, "Patience little doll, I don't want this to end so soon," he cooed, licking his lips. He kissed down your thighs, his breath hot and heavy against your hole, "So pretty," he groaned, flicking the tip of his tongue against your puffy cockhead. "Ah, hah, hah," you moaned, muffled by your plush toy. 

Hyunjin reached forward and placed the plush on your tummy, "Let me hear you or I'll stop," he teased, rubbing the bottom of your tummy. You gulped and nodded, "Sorry," you whispered, locking eyes with him. Hyunjin smirked, kissing your folds, "Good boy," he praised, sucking your puffy cockhead. You dug your nails into the sheet, arching your back at the blissful pleasure, "Close, hhgh so close, hah," you whimpered, utterly sensitive. 

Hyunjin pulled away to your disparity, "Not so fast," he chuckled, tugging free his cock. Your eyes widened at the sight, it wasn't like any humans. It was ridged and bumpy; the base swelled up slightly like a bulbous plug. Hyunjin pulled out a vile, "This will stimulate your body like a puppy in heat. Your little holes will dilate and slick from within,"  he said, pouring the fluid onto his palms. 

"Will it hurt?" you asked, staring at him with pitiful eyes. Hyunjin chuckled, "Well since your body is pretty sensitive. I'd say a bit. But don't worry once I'm buried deep within you till the hilt. You wouldn't even worry about the pain," he said, lathering your cockhead and hole with the substance. You squirmed at the cooling sensation when it suddenly felt warm, "Hhgh, mhm, hah?" you whimpered, feeling your rim open up. 

Hyunjin kissed your calves, "There you go, all wide and ready for me," he said, aligning the tip of his cock with your fluttering hole. You made grabby hands towards him, "Hold, hhgh," you whined. Hyunjin hooked both your legs under his armpits, "Alright, alright. Such a needy little thing aren't cha," he chuckled, penetrating his cock in one smooth thrust as he held your hand. 

You release a silent scream as your body quivered in sensitivity. Hyunjin towered over you, drinking in your blissful expressions as tears brimmed your eyes, "Aww, you're so pretty baby. Such a pretty little boy," he cooed, kissing down your jaw. You sniffled at sparks of ecstasy coaxing your body. Hyunjin chuckled against your neck, "Fuck if you keep acting up like this I might just keep you," he whispered, nipping hickeys on your collarbone. 

You licked his nose, "Kiss?" you sniffled, tears dripping down your cheeks. Hyunjin moaned against your neck, your fluttering walls clenching around his rigid cock, "Shit, baby. Don't tempt me to make you my pet," he chuckled, rolling his hips. You mewled, parting your lips with hooded eyes. Hyunjin sighed, kissing you deeply, his thrusts in sync with his movements. You melted into the bed his deep thorough pounding sent your brain into a cloudy mess. 

Hyunjin released your wrists and gripped your hips, "Let me fuck you properly, sweetie," he said, pounding your dripping hole at a relentless pace. His cock thrusting in and out with a filthy squelching sound. Your hole engulfed his cock so perfectly that he wanted to breed his seed deep within. He didn't care if you couldn’t have his child, just the thought of his semen claiming your inner walls. Claiming your most sensitive areas drove him insane. 

"Keep crying, pretty boy. Cry louder," he growled, pinning your legs to your chest as he used all his weight to pound into your searing ribbed hole. "Hhgh, huh, hah, hah," you sobbed, clawing the sheets below as a lifeline as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. Hyunjin clenched his jaw, "Fuck, that's my boy.  Keep cumming baby," he growled, rubbing your cockhead in tandem with his thrusts. You screamed out loud, not being able to differentiate between orgasms. Hyunjin groaned, ploughing your tight messy hole, "I'm close, baby. Take my fucking cum, hm?" He grits, wrapping his arms around you as he coats your walls white. You quivered from the pleasure, the hot searing cum pumping deep into your body. Hyunjin panted, kissing your forehead, "Good boy. My good boy," he chuckled, gently thrusting in and out of you.

[satorusdiary]

Empty thoughts, jus Toji overstimulating you after you were sent him nudes while he was at work

Warnings: Breeding, size kink, multiple orgasms, reader crying from being overstimulated, pet names, raw sex, unprotected, overstimulation, squirting, Toji and reader have a slight age difference, etc

“Hey, sweetheart you still awake?” A wet hand pulls away from your sopping pussy and softly slaps you in the face, jolting you awake. You wince at the feeling of not being able to cum anymore, your body was so sore, you needed a break.

“T-Toji, please no more.” You whined out, your voice hiccuping at the feeling of not talking for awhile. Your voice seemed dry, the only thing that was keeping it wet was Toji spitting in your mouth.

He chuckled in response, massaging your thighs whilst drilling his big hard cock into your abused lil puffy cunt. You whines even more when he began pulling out fully, the entering inside you will fill force.

You had sent him nudes while he was at his job. But, you didn’t know he had friends around him that were able to see them aswell so it’s not your fault.. right? Toji thinks it’s your fault though.

“no..no, you had s’much fun sending me your pussy.. Y’know Gojo was practically getting hard when he accidentally saw that photo.” A cocky grin was plastered onto his face, holding your hips down when you try removing yourself from his dick.

“Nah, you’re gonna take all of this ma, what’re you doin runnin away?” Toji was overstimulated himself, thrusting into your cum filled cunt, treating you like a cum dump. There was a small bulge under your stomach, making Toji feel prideful to the amount of times he’s came in your womb.

He was unable to restrain himself from pushing into your creamy pussy. It simply felt wonderful. Toji's big load began to release itself into your womb once again, so he used his tip to force it all back in while pressing his tip against your swollen, pussy lips to re-enter you, which made you sob even more.

Your hand was on his arm, trying to push him away from toying with the small part of your clit that makes you absolutely lose it all.

“—‘m sorry! Fuck— it’s gna come out stop please!” You sobbed as he continued to pound into you. He began putting his whole body weight into you just so you would stop trying to squirm away. It's like your tight pussy was made to hug his cock, he was going on a rampage.

He pulls away to admire your sobbing form, he still finds your the most beautiful girl alive even when you’re crying. “My good girl, y’ur gonna take all of me until i’m empty and until your filled with my cum.” His hand reached out to rub your swollen clit, your poor pussy squirting again.

Your cunt was struggling to take in everything he’s giving you. Whenever he was having his orgasm, emptying himself into you it would end up slipping out and onto the sheets. The squelching, wet slaps, and your moans were music to his ears. Was it bad that it turned him on even more to see you cry over his cock? Probably not.

“I love you, princess. Love you and this sweet fucking pussy.” His abdominal muscles tightening, alarming him that he was going to release once again. He sucked on your breast as he came, and you cried out as his cum streamed inside of you, filling up your womb even more.

“Y’want my babies? Hm?” He kisses you, velvety tongue passing your lips as he grips onto your breast, playing with your nipple. When he pulls away there’s a long string of saliva being stretched from between you both.

“Y-Yes! I want your baby, w-wanna be yours Toji..” Doe eyes look up at him, pleading for him to give you his baby. You hiccuped more babbles about him breeding you, filling you with his child. It makes Toji go crazy at the thought of you round, and swollen with his child. His baby, his family.

He cups your cheeks, pressing kisses to your rear stained cheeks. “Yeah, m’gonna give you a baby, my love. Your always so good for me, love you s’much.” You let out a cry and wrap your hands around his neck, making his forehead press against yours.

“I love you.. Toji” You breathlessly let out. Toji’s thrusts were getting sloppy, preparing him to release his last load. He rubbed your puffy clit, his cock hitting you deep inside with every thrust of his hips.

You feel his last batch filling you up, increasing the bulge that was in your stomach. His free hand was brushing your hair, whispering how much he wants a family with you. “Ohh, —fuck s’too much!” You sobbed out, the feeling of Toji continuously cumming inside of you with his hot load made you feel dizzy.

Your head begins to spin, the after glow of both of your orgasms hitting you as hard as it could. Both of your heavy breathes filled the room as you tried catching your breathes. Your eyes were drooping closed as Toji scooped up the cum that escaped, putting it back inside of you.

He let out a grin, looking at your tired fucked out form that was already asleep. Then he pulled you to his chest, as he was feeling tired as well. He caressed your stomach, the thoughts of you and him building a family warms his heart. Toji leans down and kisses your forehead, and closes his eyes making him dream all about your future family.

A/N: don’t mind any errors

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[jarofstyles]

Can we have another breeding blurb miss jars? Please please pleaseeee

Hm. Yes you may because you asked nicely 😚

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Fair warning this is pure filth! straight up.. idk what just possessed me

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“Just lay there.” He grunted, watching in awe as his cock stretched the puffy lips of her slick cunt open, the thickness of him making her shiver slightly. “And let me fuck my cum into you.”

He had already given her his load, but that wasn’t enough. No, he had to make sure it stayed there. “Let Daddy help it stick. Let me get it deep.” He was so deep Y/N could feel it in her stomach, but she wasn’t about to complain.” Such a cute, messy little pussy…” he cooed, thumb brushing the swollen clit that buzzed with sensitivity. At her whine, her hips bucked up and pushed his cock further in making the pair inhale sharply. “Oh, she’s sensitive, hm? Only came one time f’me.” He clicked his tongue. “Still achy from last night?”

Harry was a man on a mission when it came to getting Y/N pregnant. Every day, he was following the tips from books and online forums, obsessed with getting her as slick and filthy and full of his spunk as often as he could. As soon as she had uttered the sentence about ‘being ready to try for a little one’, he had been on her. Mounting her like he was in heat, insistent on trying every possible thing.

Including this. The filthy, erotic, nasty act of fucking his cum into her. Pumping his hips and burying his prick all the way inside, the slick squelch of their wet skin filling the air. Something about it made him a man possessed. His body was thrumming, balls emptied inside of her but still rearing to go.

And his love, she was so good. His best girl, laying there and whining as her watery eyes looked up at him. Almost dumb, as she always seemed to be in awe every time he filled her up, brain reduced to ash as soon as she could feel the creamy cum being worked back inside of her. All she could focus on was being good for him, helping him get her pregnant.

“D’you think it’s catching?” She slurred, messy halo of hair tangled around her head as he held her legs up against his shoulders. He sat on his knees, watching his creamy length slip back inside of her methodically. “I want a baby. I really want a baby, Daddy.” She pleaded, tightening up around him as he filled her back to the brim.

“M’working on it, sweetheart.” He crooned, eyes dark and hot as he glanced at her face before going back to his objective. “Just shut up and let me work. Tryin’ to make you a mama, and I can’t do that if y’keep running that pretty mouth.” He scolded. The tight heat of her cunt was milking every single drop of cum into her, the daily occurrence never getting old for him. He was obsessed with it, watching the mess he made and the slight froth from how wet she got and the mix of their cum. She was a bit of a cumslut and would want to keep it in her for a bit. “Should get you a proper plug to keep you full. Hm? Think M’gonna do it.” He mumbled. “My pussy anyways, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want to it and you’ll just cry for my cum. My sweet little baby.” Harry loved her so much, but there was a special type of love that came when they got dirty like this. Intimate.

She was a good girl, deciding to stay quiet but nodding insistently. Of course she would do it. His Love did anything he asked if it led to this- just like he did for her. He could feel the messy mix start to drip down his balls, the sac wet and slightly sticky as it lazily thumped against her ass. The pulsing slowed, but he was using her hole to empty every drop. “Don’t worry, baby. As soon as you’re pregnant, I’ll let you swallow it again. Know how much you love it, but I can’t waste a single drop when m’trying to get you full of our baby.” He smoothed her hair back, looking at her sweaty face with tenderness. “My perfect girl.”

[featki]

I'm sorry, baby !

— pairing: 西村力 x reader — contains: Fighting, mean ki, angst — now playing: 一子青葉

Sitting on your boyfriend's bedroom floor holding back tears wasn't entirely how you wanted to spend your Friday night.

This fight was stupid, you both knew it and yet it still happened. Granted of course couples fight, it's just what happens. But never has Riki yelled at you like that, over something that wasn't even your fault.

"Riki please, I'm just trying to figure out what's wrong."

"I get that, but I've already told you it doesn't matter. Why do you always have to be so damn clingy all the time." Anger laced his voice

"It does matter Niki. It matters when it's hurting you."

"Don't call me that damnit." Using his nickname struck a chord with him. He hated it when you used his nickname. It felt more intimate when you called him Riki or Ki. No one else did, everyone else called him Niki so using his real name and not his stage name felt so good, refreshing almost.

He left the room without saying any more, slamming the door harder than he wanted to.

And now you were left alone on his bedroom floor in his chrome hearts hoodie.

You knew he wasn't in the right headspace, he was tired and stressed. You knew that but you couldn't do anything about it until he talked to you, until he said asked you to help. Riki's never been super open about his feelings but you'd always get him to open up eventually. He's never held them back this much before.

Eventually, you decided to check on him. You wanted to follow him originally but thought he needed space so you left him alone.

You opened the door slowly, peeking your head out first. He was sitting on the couch with his legs up and his head in his hands, pressing up against his eyes, his brows were furrowed, almost as if he was crying. TV was so loud, he hadn't noticed the door opening so you continued. Slowly closing the door behind you, walking up to the corner where the hallway and living space meet.

"Ki?" Hoping the use of the sweet nickname would keep him from getting angry again.

He didn't answer but instead just looked up at you, eyes wet, cheeks pink, lips red and puffy. You were right, he was crying.

Crying wasn't something Riki did, the only times you saw him cry was when he was missing his family, or overly stressed, and you were the same. Tears just never came easy for you, it's something you've been ridiculed for. Being called "Cold" or "Emotionless" was something you became used to, but seeing Riki cry made tears well up in your eyes. You choked them back and went to sit next to him.

He didn't spare you a glance, still spacing off.

You felt so bad. A sinking feeling forms in your stomach. You contemplated just leaving but realistically that wouldn't help anything. Instead, you sat there, contemplating what you would say.

"I'm sorry Ki"

"Stop." He still sounded angry, your stomach churning as you frown slightly.

A short silence, then he follows up with "You have nothing to be sorry for." He felt so guilty. He knew it wasn't your fault he feels like shit, it wasn't your fault he was stressed and overworked but he still took it out on you.

"I made you upset though, I didn't mean to I swear" You sounded so defeated, almost like a child after getting scolded. His heart broke into a million pieces hearing you blame yourself for his outburst. "No no this isn't your fault. I promise it's not you" He finally looked at you. His usual blank gaze transformed into what looked like a puppy dog. His eyes were still wet and brows furrowed with worry and guilt.

You looked back at him with tears welling, he didn't understand how he could treat you, the love of his life, the way he did.

After the dreadful silence, you decided you'd just leave. You didn't want to but the pain of seeing him like this was too much, especially when you couldn't help him.

Riki grabbed your arm, with pleading eyes screaming for you not to go, whether he said it or not. "Where are you going?"

"I was gonna give you space."

He sits on the couch properly and hugs your waist. "Please don't go" His voice was wobbly and quiet "Ki..."

"Please, baby. I love you so much and I promise I'll show it properly." You start to run your hands through his hair, massaging the nape of his neck.

"And I'll make it up to you too. It wasn't" He choked on his words "It wasn't right for me to take my stress out on you. You're perfect and you're the only thing that makes me feel right. Please don't leave."

You've never seen him so needy, so clingy. He always clung to you but this is different. He sounded desperate for you. Like he'd die if you walked away "I'm not gonna leave Ki."

He gripped onto your waist tighter "But, I'm your girlfriend Ki. If you're hurting you can tell me... I know work is busy. I know they're overworking you but next just talk to me. Please baby, I love you, and seeing you like this sucks." You move one of your hands to his bicep and start rubbing circles with your thumb, his muscles were sore from dance practice.

"I care about you, and I don't want to fight with you. Especially over this."

"I know, I'll tell you next time. Okay? I'll tell you everything that's going on. I promise" He lifted the sweatshirt you were wearing a little, wearing nothing under, he kissed the side of your stomach.

"Thank you, baby."

He mumbles a small, sleepy "Of course..." while he's still kissing the side of your stomach.

"Let's go to sleep, baby." You say while slightly pushing his head away from your stomach "Mmm okay" He picks you up, burying his head in your neck as he walks to his room.

He lays you down on the bed, laying on top of you, cuddling into you like a little baby. He would never admit it but he loved it when you baby-ied him. Sure in front of the other members, he'd hate it but when you guys are alone and he gets to just be lovey and cheesy, it means so much to him.

"I love you, Ki, so much" When he didn't respond you lifted his hair up to see him just to realize he had already fallen asleep.

Whenever he cries he usually falls asleep in your arms within minutes so this was nothing new.

You kissed his head, while still playing with his hair. You fall asleep in his arms, and at the end of the night, you care for Riki so much and only want the best for him. Fights are going to happen. It's inevitable, but luckily for you, Riki always knew how to make things better, how to make you feel better, he loves you so much, and he'd do anything for you.

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The next day after school you walk into the house after Riki walks you home just to see a huge container of Smiski blind boxes and flowers on the counter, with a note saying "I love you, baby :)"

You could never stay mad at him

@ featki

Note: This was kinda rushed and not proofread... sorryyyy !! Been thinking ab this for awhile so wanted to write it. ALSO Niki kissing your stomach is NOT meant to be taken in a suggestive way at all. It's cute so don't take it weirdly.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Didn’t Mean It » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: After a bad day at work, Bucky accidentally yells at Y/N without realizing it. When he does realize it, he buys her favorite flowers and snacks in a way of him apologizing.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, language, brief mention of alcohol, yelling, crying, kissing, pet names (doll, babydoll)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

Bucky sighed as he walked through the door of yours and his apartment. He took off his jacket, tossing it onto the back of the couch before taking a seat and running his fingers through his hair. You walked in the living room, smiling when you seen that your boyfriend is home.

“You’re home!” You say, sitting down next to him.

You went to kiss his lips, but he turned his head and you ended up kissing his stubbly cheek making you frown in confusion.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nothing.” Bucky says, unwrapping your arms from his neck and stood up.

You stood up too and followed him to the kitchen. You watched as he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He opened it and took a sip of it. You approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

“Are you sure nothings wrong?” You asked.

“Nothings wrong! Stop asking!” He sets his beer on the counter. “I haven’t been home for 5 minutes and you’re already clinging to me!” He yells, pushing you away from him causing you to stumble a little.

He grabbed his beer and went back in the living room with you following behind him.

“Did something happen at work?” You asked.

“Nothing happened at work! How many fucking times are you gonna ask me the same damn question?!” He asks.

“I just—” Bucky interrupted you.

“You just what?” Bucky mocked you causing you to go quiet. “That’s what I thought. Now why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop being so god damn clingy.” He says.

Bucky has never yelled at you. Your bottom lip quivered. You turned around and went to the bedroom, closed and locked the door behind you and threw yourself on the bed and started crying. Realization hit Bucky a few minutes later.

“What the hell did I just do?!” Bucky asks himself.

He got up off the couch and went to the bedroom, only to find out that the door was locked. The door knob jiggling startled you.

“Doll?” He knocked on the door a couple times. “Doll please.” He pleaded.

You didn’t stay anything. You tried your best to muffle your cries with a pillow.

“Babydoll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky starts. “I didn’t mean to yell at you and say all of those things.” He says.

Bucky waited a moment, thinking that you would forgive him quickly and open the door, but you didn’t. He sighed and sat down on the ground next to the door, leaning his back against the wall.

“I’m here if you want to talk or if you need anything.” He says.

You didn’t even realize that you fell asleep until you woke up the next morning, still wearing the same clothes you wore yesterday. You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed and went to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror and seen your eyes all red and puffy from crying. You sighed and splashed some cold water on your face and dabbed it dry with a towel. You walked out of the bathroom and unlocked the bedroom door and opened it to see Bucky sleeping with his back against the wall. You quietly walked past him and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Bucky woke up after a few minutes and seen the bedroom door open. He quickly stood up and went in the bedroom, but didn’t see you in there. He checked the bathroom, but didn’t see you in there either. Bucky began to panic, thinking that you left him. That’s when the smell of coffee hit his nose. He immediately went to the kitchen to see you pouring yourself a cup of coffee. He let out a breath of relief and approached you, hugging you from behind.

“Morning, doll.” Bucky says softly and kissed your cheek.

You didn’t say anything. You used all of your strength to push him away and went to the living room with your cup of coffee and turned the TV on. Bucky followed you like a lost puppy.

“Babydoll, I’m sorry for the things I said last night.” He apologizes.

You still didn’t say anything. You stared straight at the TV and took a sip of your coffee.

“Babydoll please.” He pleaded, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

You pushed his hand off of your knee. Bucky sighed before standing up and grabbing his jacket.

“I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. Let me know if you need anything.” He says before walking out of the apartment.

Bucky walked down the street with his hands in his pockets and looking down at the ground. His mind reflected on the memories of him yelling at you last night. “What the hell is wrong with me? Why the fuck would I yell at the love of my life?” Bucky thought to himself.

He looked up and seen your favorite market that’s down the street from the apartment complex you two live in. Bucky smiled to himself and went inside of it. He seen your favorite flowers and some of your favorite snacks. He picked out one of each snack and grabbed a bouquet of your favorite flowers and paid for everything. Meanwhile, you’re sitting on the couch and scrolling through social media with the TV playing as background noise. A shiver went through your body. You went to the bedroom to change into something warmer when one of Bucky’s sweatshirts caught your eye. You grabbed it and put it on, already feeling yourself getting warmed up. You went back to the living room and sat back down on the couch when you heard the door open and close. You knew it was Bucky, but didn’t pay much attention to it. Bucky walked in the living room with a couple of plastic bags and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“I got these for you.” Bucky says, handing you the bouquet.

You looked at him silently and took the bouquet from his hand.

“I got you some of your favorite snacks at the market down the street.” He says, sitting next to you.

You looked in the bags without saying anything.

“It’s ok if you’re not ready to talk to me yet.” Bucky starts. “I just want you to know that I’m really sorry for the way I acted last night. I didn’t mean to yell at you and say all of those rude things to you. I just—” You silenced him with a kiss.

Bucky smiles against your lips and cupped your cheeks. You pulled away, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I forgive you.” You say.

“You do?” He asks.

“Yes.” You nodded. “I mean I was upset that you yelled at me and then I realized that people have their moments.” You say.

Bucky smiles and kisses you passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” He says softly against your lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You say with a smile.

You pulled away from Bucky and stood up to put the flowers in a vase. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“You’re wearing my sweatshirt.” He says, kissing your cheek.

“It’s warm and smells like you.” You say, leaning back against his body.

“How about we spend the rest of the day watching movies of your choice and eat those snacks I bought.” Bucky suggests.

“Mhmm, I like the sound of that.” You say, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

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-Bucky’s Doll