#whatever i made him gag and choke and drool on himself

[apoptoses]

why is my response to extreme stress always to write medical kink in which daniel gets pushed to his limits

[luvyeni]

( drabble ) slut for me ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 양정인 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ jeongin being a tease while he's fucking you ヾ

boyfriend!jeongin・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ choking, unprotected sex, hand kink wc ・ ‎0.4k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. requesting a jeongin smut fic (whatever scenario you’re feeling) with the following prompts: “you look so good with my hands around your neck.” “open your mouth for me, baby.” “you can take it, you’ve done it before.” “oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.”

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i hope you like it <3

“oh baby.” he cooed; his hand coming up to your neck; squeezing, you let out a whine that made him smile like the cheshire cat , knowing what his hands were doing to you. “you look so good with my hands around your throat.”

his hips slowly dragging along your wall teasingly as he fucked into. “i-innie.” you moaned in pleasure; his cock was big, intimidatingly big, and when you first had sex you it was hard for you to take his cock , he spent an expensive hour before actually fucking you , eating you out and stretching you out on his pretty fingers , making you cum before finally sticking his fat cock into you — years later that didn't change at all , your eyes rolling to the nack of your head as he filled you past your limits. “so-so big innie.”

“too much!” you moaned out in ecstasy ; he smiled , pushing himself deeper inside you. “is it if?” he groaned , feeling the tightness of your sweet cunt sucking him in. “you can take it though?” he hit a specific spot inside you that made you moan out in pleasure. “of course you can, baby , you've taken it before.”

he began to speed up; pounding into your cunt , your boobs bouncing from his abuse. “fuck , jeongin , fuck!” you screamed , his hand gripping your face , running his thumb along your bottom lip , you clenched around him. “you like that? my fingers that much?” pushing his thumb into your mouth , pushing down on your tongue , cursing as you began to suck. “such a nasty girl , sucking on my thumb like that.” he removed his hand from your cheeks. “open up your mouth for me baby.”

soon he was stuffing his fingers inside your mouth , cursing as he fucked you , gagging you with his fingers , laughing at your current state , spit covering his fingers; dripping down your chin into the crevis of your breast as you gagged around his long fingers. “you're drooling baby.” teasing you like he wasn't the reason you were like this. “you're like a slut for me baby aren't you.”

continuing the assault on both your cunt and throat. “so tight and warm baby , your pussy is sucking me baby , you gonna cum?” you nodded. “ye-yeah.” you moaned , tightening around him once more , before cumming. “fuck!” he cursed, thrusting a few more times before burying himself inside you, cumming deep inside you. “sh-shit.”

pulling his fingers out of your mouth just to wrap his hand around your neck , pulling you into a heated kiss , resting his forehead on yours , both of you still breathless. “you're so hot baby.”

“such a slut for me.”

©LUVYENI

[cherriette]

how they're like in bed ! [kuni/wanderer/scara]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~ cherry cherry~

featuring . . . . : K♡NIKUZUSHI (kabukimono) + W★NDERER + SC★RAMOUCHE + afab!reader (separately | headcanons)

NOTE ::: SMUT WRITTEN BELOW THE CUT : do not read if you do not like smut, obviously. 💗 this is my first time but i did my best to make it like all the good smut i've read :(

choking, degradation, impact play, begging, hair-pulling, oral (giving and receiving), marking, overstimulation .... etc.

NOT proofread. sorry. 😔

idc who interacts just make sure you're not on my dni list 🙏🏻😒

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~ cherry cherry~

♡ Starting off with KUNIKUZUSHI who can be gentle; but prefers to go whichever pace you like. He's on the more vocal side (and this I strongly stand by), whimpering out your name regardless of how fast or slow, rough or gentle, etc. he's thrusting into you.

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who whimpers and mewls into your ear; muttering about how good you're making him feel, how nicely you feel around him.

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who just loves how you suck him off, the way your tongue swirls around his hardened, aching cock, or how you look up at him teary-eyed from all the times you've gagged on him. Might just get ahead of himself, and grab your hair to practically mouth-fuck you; whining out your name so loudly, and little 'yeah~'s and 'don't stop~'s. ♡♡♡

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who, honestly, would be on the needier side -- in a way, just a sub? For the most part, really (but, not a bottom, necessarily)..? Yes, he wants you to feel good; but god, he just loves how you make him feel good; wanting more and more because he can't get enough of you 💗

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who just loves eating you out. Licking your clit, before moving back down to your drenched folds. He just can't have enough of how good you taste --- and your moans on top of that? Relishing each and every one of them.

. . .

♡ Honestly; I imagine he likes any position where he can see your face, and otherwise just likes when you're on top of him. Seeing how your lips part to let out those pretty noises, and how your eyes roll back when he fucks you in all the right places. Getting so lost in pleasure as he ruts into you, holding your waist or hips --- or whatever part of your body he can, really, and his own eyes half-lidded and glazed over with pure lust. Slurred out words from him because he's just so drunk off your little pussy.

Burying his face into your chest (or the crook of your neck depending on the height difference..?) as he stuffs you with his throbbing cock, kissing along your pretty skin already abused and adorned by his hickeys and love bites.

Lasts pretty long, too; but, of course, will stop if you want to stop before he gets tired. He wants to make sure he's helping his dearest love feel good and is enjoying it, after all.💗

♡ Makes sure to do aftercare ; cleaning you up, cleaning up whatever mess you made - and cuddling you with kisses and making sure to get you whatever you need. Telling you how happy you make him, how much he loves you; making sure he wasn't being too much for you and that you're not hurt, etc. <3

★ Leading up to SCARAMOUCHE who, unsurprisingly, is much more rough and merciless when he fucks you. Cock plunging into your poor abused cunt, still leaking his seed from the previous rounds; and your ass red from all the good, hard slaps he left there while pounding into you. Don't forget the hair-pulling, or how he groans out how good your pussy feels 'round him, how much of a dirty little slut you are for him; or how nicely you're taking is fat cock — bound to cum inside you for the nth time at this rate.

★ SCARAMOUCHE, who just loves when you're a mess for him. Drool trickling down your chin and glossing your pouting lips, eyes glistening with tears as they're half-lidded, your hair a mess (even more so from all the times he's grabbed and pulled it), and your pretty little pussy red from how hard he beat it with his dick ~💗 It almost makes him want to keep going, just ruin you a little more because fuck. <3

★ SCARAMOUCHE who will keep going 'till he absolutely overstimulates and ruins you. All that leaves your lips are incoherent moaning and poor attempts at forming any word from how much he fucked himself into you (and he's still going <3). He's sorry (he's not), he can't help it when you're being so good for him 💗💗

★ SCARAMOUCHE who has you sit on his face when he eats you out. Sometimes a 6-9, or straight-up just has you spread out all for him to have. Lapping at your clit and pussy lips, taking in your taste and all your moans. Holding you by your hips, or hugging your waist; and you can't even crawl away because he'll hold you still until he's finished with you. If he feels like it, he'll let you cum right away rather than edging and teasing you ~ but, realistically speaking, he just loves doing the latter so here's to silently hoping. ♡

★ Full-on dom, let's be honest. And he loves being the one in control; having you beg for him to fuck you senseless already, let you cum, etc. --- degrading and slapping your ass on top of that? If you're into it, he may just also choke you, slap you; maybe do a little bondage depending? Those are just 'if's on my end, though. </3 He looks like it, honestly..?

★ Loves to take his frustration out on you, too. After work, a shitty day ~ maybe something just pissed him off and he just wants to bury his dick into you to relieve it. 💗💗💗 He'll fuck you in any place and position he feels like. Bent over his desk, against the wall, cockwarming him in the middle of a meeting; whatever other wild places come to mind. You'll be leaving covered in bruises all over, hand prints on your ass, and shaking legs - with a potential inability to independently walk.

Oh, and don't ever think for a moment you can try take control; he'll just hold you down and fuck you even harder 'till you get it in that pretty head that your only job is to take all of him until one or both of you really just can't go on any longer. <3

★ And when he's done with you, he'll make sure to clean you up if he's in the mood for it. Maybe he will, maybe he'll just lazily flop beside you and go to sleep [if you're in such a place]. In the case he does do aftercare, it's not too different from Kunikuzushi; just he won't be as all over you as Kuni would.

★ And finishing off with WANDERER, who I imagine is almost as rough as Scaramouche. Like, of course he'll fuck the shit out of you and degrade you ~ making sure you're sore and overstimulated by the time he's finished with you. He just can't help but get off from your hands desperately grab onto anything you can while he slams his hips into you, relishing all the little noises you let out for him.

★ WANDERER, who just wants to hold you down and bury his cock into you, muttering a balance of praises and degradation into your ear, carelessly ramming into your tired cunt regardless of whether you're currently overstimmed and unable to form a single word.

★ WANDERER who makes sure to leave his mark on you. Your neck, collarbone, thighs, where-ever else. By his teeth or harsh grip on you, he will leave something (multiple, more accurately). All the more to prove that you belong to someone; him.

★ WANDERER whose back is more or less likely filled with scratches from your own nails. He's just being so rough with you and you can't help it 💗 :(

★ WANDERER who prefers to be the one on top and in control, spreading your legs and just putting you in any position he likes. Holding your hips or thighs so tightly that his nails leave little crescent-shapes and bruises by the end of it.

★ He of course wants to make sure you feel good, letting you tell him how you want it — but, unless you really don't want it, nothing still stops him from fucking your brains out while all you can do is just scream out of pleasure. I imagine he likes taking it from behind; holding your wrists together on your back and pumping into you - or maybe burying your face into the pillow/whatever surface?

★ Also kind of likes you being on top of him 😕🙏🏻 Seeing the way you bounce on him just turns him on so much, even more so when he's the one shoving you onto him and forcing those sweet moans out of you.

★ Cuddles you after it, telling you how you did so well, kissing along your neck and holding you close to him.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #cherriete

AAAHHH 😖 not too proud of this one but i've been thinking ab (*overly obsessing over) scaramouche and this was the only thing i could manage to write.

[romanarose]

Take It All

Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: Miguel fucks your throat. That's it.

Warnings: Throat fucking, choking, BALLS, gagging choking on cock, a whole lot of talk of spit (I have OCD, do you see what I do you for you all?), a lil bit of spitting up/some stomach bile shit, some struggling to breath. Fluffy at the end.

Anyway, enjoy, whores.

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“Just like that, asi mami, take it further”

Miguel had you pinned against the wall, strong legs keeping your shoulders pressed into the plaster. He gave you orders on how to suck his dick despite being the one forcing it down your throat.

“Think you can take it all this time?”

You mumbled in affirmative, throat contracting around his cock as Miguel groaned. Pulling out just briefly, you take a deep breath and he quickly thrusts back inside you, your throat burning with the stretch of him as he slides down your wet, warm mouth. Fuck, he was so deep, you couldn’t help touch yourself.

“Needy little thing.” He teases you when he sees your touching. “Does it turn you on when I abuse your little throat?”

With a whine, you scramble to reach up and grab his hand. You want him to feel it, to feel himself in your throat. Miguel, however, pulled out, causing you to whine again.

“Babyyyyy I didn’t tap out! You promised!” Miquel loved how you sucked cock, but he got nervous when he was in control, not wanting to hurt you. You had made him promise to keep going until you tap out, or unless he really thinks you need him to pull out.

He looks guilty, but smiles softly as he wipes your face with his sleeve. “Thought you were trying to tell me to stop.”

Jacking him off still, you grin up at Miguel. “No, I finally took you all the way! I was trying to show you that you can feel your cock in my throat!” Excitement was clear as you explain. You never were able to get that far before, and despite the drool falling down your neck and onto your low cut tank top and the heavy dark mark up of your eyes beginning to run, he thought you looked absolutely adorable. 

Miguel had an idea; scooping you up, he sloppily kissed you, licking into your mouth as he carried you over to the couch. Before setting you down, he bit into your lip with his fangs, making just a little bit of bloog flow out. Laying you down, Miquel adjusted you, manhandled your body like a little malleable doll until you were in the perfect position; head hanging off the arm of the couch. Before continuing, he knelt beside you, massive hard carefully caressing your face. “I’m gonna fuck your throat like your pussy, sweet thing. That okay?”

You smile up at him fondly, and nod. “Yes, sir.”

It wasn’t long until he had lined himself back up at your mouth, confirming you rememed to tap his thigh twice if it was too much, and began pressing into you again. He was so damn thick it stretched your mouth wide open, and you concentrated on relaxing your throat. When he made it all the way in and he saw you could still breath through your nose, Miguel reached out to finger you, but got distracted when his eyesight caught a view… the tip of his cock poking a bulge in your throat. 

He went feral after that.

Pulling out and thrusting back in quickly, Miguel was obsessed with watching his cock protrude through you, so big he was filling you up. His eyesight only strayed to swatch your body writhe and jolt, he pulled down the tank top you were in to take out your tits, groping them painfully for his own pleasure, but it only turned you on me.

“Such a fucking whore, letting me use your mouth as my little fleshlight. You like that? You like when I don’t care about getting you off, just using you for my own pleasure?” He pulled out of you, glops of spit running down your face, messing up your make up as he jerked himself while dragging his balls to spread the make up and spit, blood and precum all over your skin. “SAY IT!”

“Yes! Yes sir I love when you- mmpphhh” Whatever you were about to say was muffled by his balls in your mouth, and you moan around them as you suck and listen to the aggressive ‘fap, fap, fap’ of his hand on his own cock.

“Touch yourself, bebita,” Miguel pants. “Cause I’m about to cum right into your stomach.”

You did as you were told, finger fucking yourself to the rhythem he set into your throat with one hand and clawing into his thighs with your nails.

“Just can’t get enough of you, baby, mmmm so fucking good for me, just laying there and taking it.”

A cough, a gag, a deep breath; you refused to tap out, not when he was so close, not when the balls that rested on your face were tightening and he spoke.

Miguel wrapped his hands around your throat, squeezing as he violently trust into you, using your throat to jerk himself off with your throat. Nail cutting into his tree trunk thighs, you cum on your fingers, throat tightening and releasing with every contraction, every pulsing pleasure inside your body.

“FUCK! Feel so goddamn good, almost wanna snap to this precious little neck in my hands, fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!!

Stilling in your throat, Miguel bypassed his mouth, shooting his cum straight into your esophagus. As soon as he was done and saw how much you were struggling to breathe, he pulled out of you. Immediately, you turn over and cough, hacking up a lung as spit and cum falls out of your mouth. You gasp for air, struggling to get enough in to satisfy your lungs. The salty mixture inside you spit up into the floor along with a little stomach bile, falling onto his carpet. “Sorry” You breath.

Miguel kneels beside you, gently patting your back. “It’s okay sweetheart, just get it out”

You slow down, your airway cleared out and able to breathe again, and you collapse onto the couch exhausted. Multiple orgasms, several positions, your body sore and relaxed and messy and pleasured…

“Hey, carino, you alright?” Miguel asks, picking chunks of spit soaked hair out of your face.

He worries he hurt you, worries he took it too far, but is surprised to see you giggling. 

“We have got to do that again.”

Miquel chuckles in return, kissing your disgusting forehead. 

“Let’s give your throat a break for a few days, mi sol. I'm gonna draw us a bath.”

As you watch his bubble butt walk into the bathroom, he turns around. “Hey honey?” He says, body twisting a bit to reveal a cheeky smile.

“Yes, Miggy?”

“I’m proud of you, for taking all of me. I know it’s a lot.” He emphasized with wiggling eyebrows, and then proceeded to dodge the pillow you tossed in his direction, yelling some joke about ‘that’s not why it’s called a throw pillow!’

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I hope y'all enjoyed. is this a little like the throat fucking in Take Your Time? Yes. What about it.

Also, I think it's time smut acknowledge BALLS, whose with me?

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @whatthefishh @missdictatorme @eyelessfaces @littlenosoul @melodygatesauthor @ahookedheroespureheart @moonknightly

[ghostsslutss]

⠀⠀⠀︵︵⠀ ⠀·　　PATHETIC FOR ME　　₊　⠀🌊

pairing: f!dom x joost!sub

kinks: choking, degrading, soft femdom, praise , spit , exhibitionism/public sex , fingers in mouth , cunnilingus

authors note: may have gotten too freaky.. with this one…

Joost's lighter flickered a small flame outside behind the venue in London. Rain poured down in front of him, luckily being hidden by the rain with a small shelter. His hair was messily styled to fit his aesthetic and was wearing a polo shirt, tie, black trousers, boots and striped arm warmers. As he took drags out of his cig, he thought about his girlfriend. How lovely you were, how sweet and passionate for love you were. You always made sure you were there for him.

Joost furrowed his eyebrows at the thought at how he didn’t even deserve you and you need someone better to love. He threw his cigarette on the ground and stamped on it lightly. The ashes spreading on the pavement. Those thoughts had to set aside. For now.

Joost opened the fire exit of the dressing room. Seeing you in a casual outfit sitting in his chair. Joost smiled as you were on your phone scrolling mindlessly on whatever social media you were on. He walked to the main dressing room entrance and exit, locking it. Joost wrapped his arms around your shoulders his arms covering nearly your entire body how little you were compared to him.

“Joost.”

You murmured as you liked his latest music video and switched to TikTok. Your head tilted to his face. He grabbed your chin and kissed you softly. You rolled your eyes knowing what he wanted. Same pattern every time.

“I know what you want Joost.”

You responded to his affectionate kiss. Joost's eyes widened nervously. His eyes fluttered open and shut before responding to you. He raised an eyebrow and walked away slightly.

“I don’t know what you’re going on about, baby.”

Joost stated as you got out of your chair. His eyes lingered on you, every emotion you had, every step you took. He bent down to you, adjusting himself to your height. How small you were made him crazy how easier you were to pick up and fuck. But it drove him even more crazy that you were the more dominant one in this relationship. How your sultry voice degraded him and praised him. Thinking about it, the words made him shiver.

“What time is it Joost?”

His eyes pierced at you. Obediently following your directions. Joost looked above him, to see less than 50 minutes to the show. His mind calculated how long it would take for a little session. As you were a few centimetres away from him. He knelt for you.

Your hand grabbing his chin, tongues intertwined and tasting each other. Salvia dripping all down Joost’s mouth. His eyes, needy looking , needing you so bad. He needed you to kiss him more, give him your poison. Joost needed you. To bring him back to life.

As you grabbed his blonde roots, his head tilted back. Leaving his neck exposed for your pretty lips to give him anything. Your lips sucked on his neck, his breath exhilarating. Leaving him purple hickeys all over his neck. Your teeth harshly nipped his neck. Making him squeak and left off guard a little.

“such a pathetic slut for me, aren’t you.”

Joost rolled his blue eyes back as you slowly rubbed his clothed boner behind his black trousers. Your soft hand teasing him erecting cock. His whines getting louder as his cock was begging for attention.

“yes i am-.. fuck.. please…please..y/n.”

Joost groaned, tilting his head back. He tried to touch you. His hand’s reaching out to grope your tits. Only just to be slapped harshly by you on face. Little did you know he liked it. Heck, he even loved being slapped by you. His lusful eyes stared at you.

“please what you whore.”

You hissed. Your hand shoved his fingers in his mouth, making joost gag and drool all over them. He sucked your fingers softly. Accepting the teasing finally. Imagine if someone saw Joost like this. Begging, pleading, whining for attention on his knees like a puppy.

As you pulled your fingers out, Joost stuck his tongue out, saliva drooling all over. You spat in his mouth, saliva dripping down his neck and mouth. He lustfully swallowed it. You pulled down his black trousers, putting them on the floor. His grey boxers were on full display. His hissing at the sight of his boner was even more exposed and painfully aching. As you began to rub it, he whinced out of pleasure. His body shook as he knelt down for you.

Eventually, you pulled down his boxers. His cock throbbing, slowly moving up and down. Joost breathed heavily as you put both of your hands on him, stroking softly his hard cock. Joost's body shivered causing him to twitch, at the result of your actions. He held on to the wall, his knees slightly starting to ache. Joost laughed out of pleasure and pain. Best of both worlds for him.

“Oh- Fuck.!.. Oh my god..”

He gasped, arching his back. His nails digging in to the cheap paint. Scratching bit off the wall. He breathed in and out quickly trying not to moan too loud. His eyes pierced on your soft hands. His thighs shook repeatedly. With one of your hands you grabbed on to his thigh while the other was locked in jacking him off. His hips buckled back and forth, cursing underneath his breath.

“I’m going to-“

Joost gasped, nearly out of breath of your hand movements. He whined, his hips thrusting into your hand. Begging for more stimulation. He moaned loudly, all of his cum flowing all over your hand and his cock. He softly regained his breath. His cock going soft slightly.

Joost gritted his teeth. Pushing you onto the floor, crawling to you. Pulling down your shorts with his teeth then your panties. His eyes widened at the sight of you being wet. Putting his legs on his shoulders. He immediately without any hesitation to your wet pussy. His tongue delved into you, tasting your sweet nectar. As he listened to your moans that made him motivated even more to make you feel like a god.

His tongue went even deeper. Hitting all of your weak spots. As his lips sucked on your cunt. Joost looked up as he continued, his pearly eyes making contact with your eyes until you grabbed his sliver roots and made him go even deeper. His head shoving into your clit. His arm wrapping around your thighs. Grabbing you tightly.

He kissed your pussy, the man wanted to worship you. Praise you for just existing. He moaned as he went further in. His head goes in and out to make sure you're stimulated. Your thighs shook out of pleasure as you arched your back. As you came he put his head up. Tasting all of your sweet juices and staining the carpet. He wiped the cum off him, with a tissue. Helping you get dressed before him.

He put his boxers back on. Joost pulled his trousers back up, zipping his fly-up. Fixing his hair in the mirror and hissing at the hickeys you gave him. He had to force himself he didn’t care. He bent down to you, kissing you softly and going back up to unlock the door and exit. Hearing the screams, cheers and chants of his name as he walked on to the stage.

[hearts4golbach]

PT2 OF THE FRETTING HAND PLSPLSPLS

The Fretting Hand. (Part 2.)

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

warning: 18+ smuttt, oral sex (m recieving), bickering per usual, overall filth bru

part 1.

"your turn," you muttered against his lips. you attached your lips to his with the same intensity he had while his fingers were inside of you. even though you were sore already, that didn't prevent you from wanting more of him. "wanna taste you." you muttered in between kisses.

"yeah? i bet you do," he smirked, sinking his teeth into your lower lip. the sudden pain made you shudder, but turned you on even more."all you want is my fucking cock now, huh? stupid slut." he tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled you away from his lips. "why don't you get on your knees and show me."

"fucking make me." you spat, trying to cover your neediness. he bucked his hips up, his clothed cock rubbing through your folds and hitting you clit, making you choke out a moan.

he ran his thumb along your lower lip, pulling it down before sticking his finger in your mouth. it tasted of nicotine and cologne. you ran your tongue around his finger before digging your teeth into the base of his thumb. "fuck," he grunted,pulling you off of his lap and helping you onto the floor.

Johnnie admired your complexion as you looked up at him. he ran his hand gently over your cheek before placing a light slap n your face. you swiftly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and tossing them onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. his boxers were next to go. the tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum. starting from the base, you ran your tongue up his shaft before wrapping your lips around his tip.

he gathered up your hair with one hand and held it all, guiding your head to where he wanted it to be. you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock. he bucked up into your face, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. you started off slow, bobbing your head gently.

"fuck, you're so fucking good. you take me so well, pretty girl." he uttered between soft grunts and moans.

you opened your eyes, looking up at him to make eve contact. his grip tightened on your hair as he fucked your throat. your eyes fluttered opened and closed, trying to take all of him without gagging. he tossed his head back and pushed yours all of the way down, making you take every single inch of him down our throat. as you gagged and whimpered around his cock, he pulled your head up.

you were panting, trying to take in all of the air you could. "shut up, bitch, over here moaning and crying. can you not take it?" he cooed, his eyeliner smudged eyes gazing into yours.

you swallowed, preventing yourself from drooling. you nodded quickly. "i can take it."

he smirked, his lip rings adjusting. "that's what i thought." he pushed your head down again. you were sucking the soul out of him, taking whatever you could get. "fucking shit, just like that."

you bobbed your head vigorously, making eye contact with him the whole way through. “taking it so well, just like i knew you could.” he praised, his demeanor changing from earlier. you could tell his tough guy act was slipping.

you hummed on his cock, sending shivers down his spine. “you taste so good.” you spoke in mutters against his dick.

“repeat that, sweetheart.” he ran his hand gently over your cheek.

“you taste so good, Johnnie.” you spoke up before turning your attention back towards getting him off. you pulled away from him, spitting on his tip before rubbing your spit all over his shaft. you had him uncontrollably moaning under your touch, “sounds like you needed me just as much.” you teased, kitty licking the tip of his cock.

“shit, are you sure?” he gathered himself the best he could, thrusting his hips up into your mouth.

“you’re such a mess, babe.” you smirked. you bobbed your head on his cock as fast as you could, gagging with each deep thrust down your throat.

“fucking hell, y/n. i’m so close.” he ran his fingers through your messy hair before grabbing a handful again. he held your head down, making you gag as he swiftly bucked his hips up. “you want me in your mouth?” he asked breathlessly.

“mhm,” you moaned out, beckoning him to cum in your throat.

a string of moans and cusses came out of his mouth as he coated your throat with his cum. you slowly pulled off of his cock, making eye contact as you swallowed. struggling to form words, he muttered, “shit.”

you stood up, laying on the bed next to him with a sigh.

“shower with me?” he asked, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“yes, please.”

[reallyromealone]

Day 10

powerbottom+edging

Warning: toys, edging, top reader, gay, mlm, smut, male reader

Bound and gagged (name) lay on the bed while Rindōs hand trailed down his chest "so pretty..." Rindō commented as he grabbed an egg vibrator and with a few pumps to (name)s cock, a sounding rod inserted in it preventing poor (name) from cumming.

The pained whine that escaped (name)s gagged mouth made Rindō grin evilly as he made eye contact with his lover and made him watch Rindō turn on the egg and...began using it on himself?

(Name) made a sound of confusion as Rindō rubbed the egg vibrator over his own cock then he began rubbing (name)s cock between his lubed cheeks and (name) had some choice words to say to the other.

"Hm? Do you want something?" Rindō asked mockingly as (name) glared up at the other who seemingly took pity on him, bending over to their special black box and pulled out a fleshlight.

Oh this fucker.

Rindō had a shit eating grin as he played with the end of the sounding rod, teasingly making it seem like he was going to remove it only to put the tip of (name)s cock on the fleshlight and push in "does it feel good? Does it feel like me?" Rindō was a sadistic bastard as he turned on the toy and watched (name) toss his head back with a loud muffled groan.

"Maybe I should just let you fuck this instead of me..." Rindō said watching his lover shake his head frantically "no? But you're having so much fun" Rindō said as he continued fucking (name)s cock with the toy.

"MFFFH!" (name) grunted out through the gag "what? I can't understand you baby, did you say you wanted it faster?"

And with that Rindō turned up the strength and began fucking the fleshlight harder on the others poor cock.

(Name) was sobbing at this point and Rindō watched with a feral grin "you need my ass? You want it bad?"

(Name) nodded frantically as he buckled into the toy.

"Then tell me, tell my you wanna fuck my ass" Rindō said using his spare hand to undo the gag and grin at his drooling lover "beg me"

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease baby! Lemme fuck you! Please, fuck! Please lemme cum 'n ya!" (Name) begged pleadingly and Rindō grinned at this "if you cum before I say so, I'm not fucking you for a week"

And Rindō wasn't fucking around.

Removing the fleshlight and sounding rod, Rindō balanced himself over (name)s cock and slowly pushing in and let out the prettiest moan (name) ever heard.

Rindō was like a god to him, (name) prayed to him nightly.

"So big, fuck baby" Rindō grinned as he raked his fingers down the others chest "fucking up my insides"

"Please baby..."

"Shhh, I'm getting to it"

And with that Rindō lifted his legs and began fucking himself on (name)s cock, grinning when (name) wildly bucked up "you're like a bitch in heat!" Rindō mocked and moved up to pinch the others nipples, rolling them and teasing them.

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease" (name) begged, babbling away as he was on the edge of cumming "you can cum when you make me cum" Rindō said teasingly only to let out a choked moan as (name) began pistoning his hips up "fuck baby, you really wanna cum huh?" Rindō moaned out as he licked his lips "make me cum baby, fuck me good!"

Rindō let out a high pitched and loud moan as he came all over (name) watching the others eyes roll back and finally cumming deep within Rindō "fuck..." Was all (name) could give as Rindō shakily pulled off his cock and freed (name) "so good for me baby, doing whatever I ask" Rindō said kissing (name) gently and letting the other cuddle him, allowing the other to see a softness no one got to see.

Only his sweet (name).

[frick-it-sugar-spice]

(Or read it right here below)

tws for: anxiety/panic attacks, drugs and drug use are mentioned, a character mentions nausea/v*ing and related things but does not actually get sick.

Angel Dust is not having a good time and made questionable choices, Vaggie walks in on him suffering the consequences, they hang out. Hurt/Comfort-ish Angsty-ish

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“Look it made sense at the time, an’ I don't feel like I'm gonna die again or whatever tha hell that awful feelin was-”

Vaggie winced as Angel turned his head to let tears and drool drop from his face into the sink. She awkwardly patted his back, it's what Charlie would do, and it seemed like Angel needed something physical to distract from the situation he put himself in.

“Just,” Vaggie paused as the other demon coughed, “why the hot sauce. Why drink the hottest hot sauce we had in the fridge?”

“A shot of hot sauce sounded better than a shot of vodka or a line for a change, okay?”

 

Angel tried to snap, but the deep sniffling and constant streaming from his eyes, particularly the one set, sort of undercut the aggression.

“Aye, idiot you touched your eyes too? Get under the tap-”

“Feels like I'm gonna puke fire still Vaggie-”

“I won't let you choke if you do. You don't want to blind yourself either, get under the tap.”

With a strained, heavy blink, the lanky demon ducked down and Vaggie turned on the water. She ran it away from his face for a second while he gasped around the burning in his mouth and throat and the temperature equalised. Once the temperature was stable and Angel cracked open an eye to check on the hold up, he sucked in a breath and held it. She turned the tap on him and helped direct the flow of water more to the set of spider eyes that were the most red rimmed and streaming.

A few rounds of Angel dust pushing the tap away to shake off the water, gasp and gag, or simply catch his breath and then another dousing later, his eyes were burning much less. His throat, mouth, and lips still stung something awful.

“So. Hot sauce,” Vaggie crossed her arms and cocked a hip, “at asshole o'clock in the night. Why?”

“Just. Thanks for that, but don't ‘cha worry your pretty little head about it, okay?” Angel tried to snap.

He wanted to get back to his room before the horrible numbing waves of panic and nausea crashed back over him. Shit he still had an ice pack gripped so tight in one pair of hands gone so cold he didn't even realise he still had it until Vaggie had taken it and dropped it to the counter.

“Kind of the exact wrong words and tone for getting left alone in a place like this. Don't make me get Charlie.”

“Look- I,” 

Angel huffed and looked back at the fridge. The burn was wearing off, his head was going fuzzy again.

“I am just tryin’ to deal with my shit as good as I can, okay,” if his voice broke and was a little hoarse neither were willing to point it out, “I am trying to not be a fuck up, and i just want somethin’ cold and somethin’ to focus on that ain't whateva's- just, going… ugh.”

Angel's hand dropped from where he was pointing and gesturing around his head. The one hand hung limp while three others all worried at seams on his clothes or were picking at his fuzz and skin.

“I feel like I'm gonna puke, and just. Gettin’ a reminder that I'm here- like me, I, am right here, touchin this nasty ass hotel carpet, breathing here, and got somethin else to focus on… it helps.”

“Right. Okay. I think, I think I can get that.” 

“It sounds so stupid sayin it outloud. Maybe. I don't know, honestly if I didn't know it, I'd worry someone slipped me somethin again. I. Couldn't breathe or focus or nothing.”

“Does that… happen a lot?”

Angel bit at the inside of his cheek and looked away. Vaggie’s brows were creased so sharply it almost hurt to look at. 

“Nah. Maybe.”

Vaggie sidestepped Angel and opened the fridge. He couldn't look. He was going to start spiralling again if he couldn't leave, if she kept pressing, if he couldn't go and just even smoke a joint. At least that was a gone, dazed feeling he knew and felt less like imminent re-death. It was what he should have done in the first place, the hot sauce was stupid. It worked, but it burned like a son of a gun and-

Angel yelped as something icy cold tapped the juncture between his neck and topmost shoulders.

“Here. Cold,” Vaggie pressed a fresh ice pack into his less frozen hands along with a glass, “and something like club soda and a ton of lemon juice might not suck as much as the hot sauce.”

“Why ya acting so,” Angel gestured vaguely at her, “like Charlie over all this?”

“Cause it helps. To have something else to focus on to remind me that I am here,” Vaggie paused, “and I guess she’s starting to rub that nosy, helpful streak off on me too.”

Angel sat rather gracelessly on one of the chairs at the table. He kicked out a second one and crossed his legs before taking a sip from the glass. Vaggie took the unspoken invitation and sat. She even managed a lopsided smile and chuckle at Angel’s over-the-top sourpuss expression as he slid the still fizzing glass to her.

“Yeesh, I think I’d rather the hot sauce again, that's got a punch!”

“That's the whole point,” she took a sip from the other side of the glass, “ooof, shocks your brain back into the present, or so our Princess says.”

“A’course you picked that up from her. Got any other wisdom to share?”

“Well…”

[medievill]

check out my mediumly-extensive selection of mostly gentlebeard fics. more below the cut—

wild is the wind: M! Stede/Ed. 75,850 (complete!). film-noir!AU. Wellington, 1942: Stede Bonnet, the only son of a powerful local businessman, is missing, and it’s Blackbeard Investigations’ Ed Teach’s job to find him. Ed finds him, no problem—but when he finds out why Stede ran, he can’t bring himself to finish the job. to make matters worse, Stede has something valuable of his father's, and Bonnet will stop at nothing to get it back. the thing is, though...Ed's found something of value, too: Stede. and Ed's not giving him up without a fight.

there's always an escape: T! Stede/Ed (sort of). 500. Ed's looking for a way out. he finds one, and then he finds one more. (cw: suicidality)

fuck 'em, only we know: E! Stede/Ed. 6,402. Ed publicly calls Stede Zaddy. then privately calls him Daddy. events proceed as expected.

forget your perfect offering: M! Stede/Ed. 13,161 (and counting). When Ed sees a flyer on his staff’s memo board for a support group that claims the best revenge is living well!, he figures: whatever. Who cares. Doesn't matter, but maybe he ought to. Might as well just. Ugh. Go?

the harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the song: an in-progress 5-part series in which Ed teaches Stede how to soft Dom him into oblivion.

tell me something I don’t know: M! Stede/Ed. 8,312. Stede wants to give Ed everything, but that means Ed’s going to have to tell him what that is. Out loud. With words. Ugh.

hold me like water, or, christ, hold me like a knife: M! Stede/Ed. 5,391. Stede has noticed some preferences of Ed’s that he wants to talk about.

the best things in life come in threes: M! Stede/Ed. 371. Off-page sex, on-page snuggles.

kinktober 2023 prompts: E!

got no reason, got no shame (praise kink, "be good for me"): pre-canon Jack/Ed. 1,637. Jack's an idiot, but he's not stupid.

bait/switch (edging): Stede/Ed. 752. Ed invents edging. Stede's mad about it.

a more advanced trick of the trade (“let me take care of you,” face-fucking): Stede/Ed. 6,064. Stede takes his sword and runs Ed through. Again. Very soon after the first time. Too soon, probably.

the happiest place on earth (is here with you): M! Stede/Ed. 33,082 (complete!). wildly self-indulgent Walt Disney World!AU, featuring macarons at Epcot, fireworks on the Seven Seas Lagoon beach, and sexually tense Monorail rides. AuDHD Ed + autistic Stede. crack treated seriously.

kinktober 2022 prompts: E!

the romance of it all (choking): Stede(/Ed). 1,414. Stede figures some stuff out about himself on his way to Ed.

he’s so bad but he does it so well (dirty talk): pre-canon Jack/Ed. 1,787. Jack runs his mouth. Ed is into it.

we lay here for years or for hours (pegging): trans!Stede/Ed. 1,690. a little cock worship, as a treat.

it’s just that I’m constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you (wall sex + fingering): Stede/Ed. 2,598. Ed is good at everything, including waiting, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get sick of it.

carve your name in my bedpost (whipping): pre-canon Jack/Ed. 2,258. Ed submits to the mortifying deal of being known, by Calico Jack of all people.

a constellation of tears on your lashes (gags/drooling, thigh fucking, dacryphilia): post-canon Stede/Ed. 8,449. Ed asks Stede to, you know, whatever, it doesn’t matter, but what if he, like, made Ed cry. As a…whatever. As a sex thing.

it’s all good; I wish you would: E! Stede/Ed. 19,119. post-reunion and our captains have made up. it’s just that they haven’t touched yet and it’s making Ed bonkers.

taking the helm: E! Stede/Ed. 14,184. Ed’s exhausted, and Stede wants to relieve him of his decision fatigue (with pretty clothes + delicious food + [of course] sex).

a moment of weakness: E! Stede/Ed. 16,950. medium-angsty reunion fic, plus hair-washing! and banging!

[buckgasms]

Um hi hello, in response to your Cowboy!Bucky fic, just wow 🥵 I’m going to have to politely request that he hogties us bc we’e been badddd ;o pretty please with sugar on top?

BABY..... You got me goooood with this one.. like 'had to sit down and write it immediately' got me 🥵 I know I'm a whore but dayum I really am a fucking whore...

Thank you for sending this in and for your lovely kind words, it means the world to me 🥰🥰🥰

Enjoy 🐎

Warnings: bondage, rope play, spankings, oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talk, he's a COWBOY

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"You just never learn do you darlin?" Bucky growled as he tightened the rope that connected your wrists to your ankles and you whimpered around the gag he had placed in your mouth.

He then hoisted you up and hooked the ropes to a hook that hung down in the middle of the barn. He let go and there you were, dangling in mid-air, totally naked and drooling as he took a moment to spin you around, enjoying his handy work.

As much as you were in deep trouble, there was something very relaxing about being tied up like this. You really didn't have to do anything now, just take whatever Bucky was going to give you and pray you were forgiven by the end of it.

"Why do you always have to do it? Acting like a little slut when you go out as if you don't belong to me? So fucking stupid baby, a little dumb slut..." He landed some slaps to your ass before spinning you around and gripping your face between his hands and bringing your eyes to meet his. "So now I gotta spend an evening reminding you who these little holes belong to, and reminding you of your place, when I could be spending a nice evening eating that little pussy and fucking you like a good girl..."

Tears sprung in your eyes and you whimpered behind the gag as his words hit home. Why did you always do shit like this? Perhaps next time you'd be better you lied to yourself....

He spent a long, long, long time landing spanks all over your quivering body. And you could only watch as he pinched your sensitive nipples and slapped your puffy folds. You begged behind your gag but he just tutted and continued until your skin was throbbing from his work.

"Stop tryna talk your way out of it baby, not interested in what you have to say. I'm gonna use these holes till I'm satisfied and then we'll see about what comes next." You nodded silently and he hummed in approval, hand gliding over you possessively until his crotch was level with your face. You watched with greedy eyes as he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his perfect, thick cock, stroking it a couple of times before tapping your face with it.

"I'm feeling generous baby, I'll let ya lube it up with your mouth before I use it anywhere else, but if you so much as utter a word I'm gonna take it away, ok?" You nod again and look up at him with wide eyes and he briefly strokes your cheek, "atta girl." It wasn't quite 'good girl' but you were getting there.

He removed the gag and promptly filled your mouth with cock, fucking your face relentlessly. You choked and whined, spluttering and drooling whenever he pulled out. He braced himself on the ropes and your body jerked forward, taking him deeper as he thrust in. Your whole body shook with desire as he used your throat. "Fuck baby, such a perfect mouth you got. Using it all wrong, made just for this huh? Gotta learn when to use it and when to keep it closed hmm?"

His words and actions had your pussy walls clenching around nothing and your arousal dripped down until by the time he was ready to use it you were a soaking mess.

"Oh darlin' wish you could see what a mess you've made. This all for me?" You whimper and nod and he strokes a finger through your folds and you cry out, jerking in your restraints. "Easy, easy baby, got a long way to go yet." He teased as you felt his cock line up with your aching hole. "Gonna fill you up properly one of these days" he remarked to himself, dreaming of all the ways he could make you his before sinking in, one smooth thrust that made your eyes roll back in your head.

"That's good baby, good girl, taking me so well" he growled and you couldn't help but preen under his praise, your cries getting louder as the sound of your skin slapping together filled the barn. Everything was aflame as he pounded, bringing you closer to your release. Your silky walls squeezed tight enough to make him stutter his hips and groan. "Not yet darlin, hold on just a little longer sweetheart..." He strained and his thrusts came faster and you yelled out, begging for him to let you come.

"Hold it, hold it" his voice stern and harsh as he rubbed your clit, his thrusts never faltering as you screamed until he finally growled out permission. Your vision went white as your orgasm pushed his cock out and you squirted harder than you ever had in your life. His cock pushed back in and filled you up, his beautiful moans filling the quiet barn as you panted heavily. He kept still inside, but his fingers continued to gently rub your sensitive clit.

"Who do these little holes belong to baby?"

You whimpered your reply and he sped up his fingers.

"And are you gonna remember that next time I take you out?"

This time you choked out a sob mixed with a yes as he fucked you slow, contrasting with his fingers.

"Good girl" he pulled out leaving you to whine and wiggle as he left you hanging both physically and from the need for another orgasm. He spun you around and crouched down, his face level with yours.

"You wanna head back inside now sweet thing?" You pouted and nodded and he pressed a loving kiss to your messy mouth, then peppering your face with more soft kisses.

"Get me hard again, I wanna come in that ass and then we'll see if you deserve to come down after that..."

I need the Lord 🙏🏻

[1994sunflower]

hey! i was wondering if you could write on where they f*ck whilst on a call with the rest of the band and they tease her?

I hope I did this request justice it was sosososo hot to think about.

in which ashton and calum listen

Michael declined the ringing phone for nearly the fifth time in only a span of a few minutes. He did it without thinking about it, frustration more than anything bubbling up as he didn’t even bother looking at who was calling him or wondering why they were doing so so much. It didn’t matter.

Not when you were looking up at him doe-eyed with his cock in your mouth. You had paused, a twinkle of annoyance in your eyes at the disruption. Sucking your boyfriend’s big cock was always enjoyable and always left you dripping wet and moving your hips against the air behind you from how turned on you were, how much more you wanted. But not when you were interrupted every few minutes. You always stopped, just to give him space to answer if he wanted, you always thought of him. But he just pushed your head down to take him further again like he had done all the past times his phone rang.

“Suck.” He commanded you to continue.

Michael’s tattooed hand tangled in your hair and took a hold of it roughly, almost painfully but all you did was let out a moan around him and feel your pussy clench emptily. Your boyfriend bucked his hips almost imperceptibly at the vibration of your sound before he pushed your head down, forcing you to take him completely until you gagged around his length. By the groan and silent fuck, yeah, love your mouth so much he let out as he threw his head back to fall against the wall behind him, you were sure that was his goal.

Michael was sitting on his bed, his back against the wall the head of his bed was on. For once, he was the naked one as his legs spread enough to fit your small body between them. You were still fully clothed but on your knees on his mattress and bent over, ass in the air, to be level with his crotch. Your hand was fisting the part of his cock you couldn’t fit inside your mouth, though not being able to wrap your hand fully around his girth. But somehow, seeing your small hand and mouth failing to be able to take all of him, how big he was in every sense of the word compared to you, just made him twitch in your warm, wet mouth.

You had begun bobbing your mouth up and down along his length again, sucking him eagerly and letting your tongue flatly lick the underside of his shaft and kiss his tip. Your hands twisted around his base as his hand tightened its hold in your hair as you moaned around him. His groans, eyes closed as he focused completely on the pleasure his good little girlfriend was giving him, and sometimes breathy praises keeping you going animately. Until his phone rang again.

You whined as you pulled yourself off of him with a lewd popping sound and a strand of spit connecting your lips to his bulbous tip. And as he stared at that erotic scene in front of him, he wanted to break something for being denied you.

“Who is it?” You pouted, like a child being denied her favorite toy. Your hand, still around him, moved along his dick, jerking him off almost distractedly as you waited just to finally be able to take him in your mouth again like you were practically drooling for.

You already missed his size in your mouth, having to open wide to adjust to it, the feeling of his sensitive skin, twitching and hardened, and the pleasured sounds you could arouse from him.

Michael growled in frustration, his eyes telling you just how angry he was at the disruption to his enjoyment. It was the same cold and angry look many poor souls saw right before getting beat up. For the first time, he picked up the phone that was laid next to him and actually looked at the Caller ID.

“It’s fucking Ashton.” His voice was gruff. He was going to murder his best friend. If it was anyone else he might’ve already started making plans as to how. His finger was already hovering over the decline button, having half a mind to turn it off completely when he tugged you closer to his shaft again. Already missing the warmth of your mouth and the feeling of your breath against his sensitivity. “Just keep-”

“Answer it. Maybe it’s important.” He wasn’t sure how to tell you that there was little much of anything else he considered more important than having his girlfriend suck him off right then and there.

But he only mumbled before swiping to accept the call. If he didn’t, you’d be worried like the sweetheart you were and besides, he never could deny you.

It didn’t mean he’d be happy about it. He put his phone on speaker and held it up just a few inches away from his mouth. “What the fuck do you want? You better have a good fucking reason for calling me right now.”

He saw the way you frowned at his meanness but he ignored your look, he could only be so good before he reached his limit. His mind was still focused on the way you still pumped him; he was still so hard.

“Okay, geez dude. Sorry!” Ashton didn’t sound sorry at all, actually. “Not like we haven’t been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes or anything.”

Michael wasn’t sure what he meant by that. But he did know that if his too-kind girlfriend’s mind started to wonder too, then you’d feel so bad about distracting him from whatever meeting his friends thought they had together that you’d stop completely. And he couldn’t allow that. Not when he hasn’t even cum yet.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He answered, half paying attention as he took a hold of your arm, pulling your body so that you were completely bent over again, your mouth just inches from his tip.

You were gazing at him with uncertainty, no doubt thinking about the fact that he was still talking to Ashton and how impolite it would be to disrupt his conversation with his friends. Especially at how embarrassing it would be should you be caught. But Michael couldn’t give less of a shit, his priorities were set. Whether it was impolite or whether Ashton or Calum would know what was going on or not.

Michael just ran his fingers in your hair, hoping to relax you a little, to silently tell you it was okay and to just continue what Michael so deeply wanted you to. Just like he was weak for you, you were helpless but to do what you both wanted.

Your mouth took him in again, paying special attention to his tip, kissing and licking at it especially before wrapping your tempting lips around him entirely. The pleasure was almost dizzying. So good. He almost felt his hips twitch when you hallowed your cheeks. His eyes closed again involuntarily, so utterly at peace with the feeling of your tongue on him as you did your best to fit most of him in your mouth. Almost forgetting he was on a call. Not really caring once he did remember. His girl was the only thing on his mind.

He almost couldn’t process it when Ashton scoffed, “Bullshit. I reminded you this morning before I left.”

Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion before Calum spoke up, voice just as loud as Ashton meaning they were sitting right next to each other. “We were going to pre-game before the party at my frat? Ring a bell? You said you were down.”

There was a vague memory in Michael’s mind of Ashton telling him something about that, about not forgetting, that it was tonight. He remembered nodding dismissively, he wouldn’t forget. But he also remembered how easily that all left his mind the moment you arrived, bouncy and beautiful as always. With a mischievous glint in your eyes that he always felt giddy at seeing because it was so rare for you, knowing what was to come, what you would be whining for. And he was never one to deny you anything.

The slurping and filthy gawking sounds that came each time you sucked and moved up and down on his shaft were growing both in number and volume the more into it you got. Even some of the moans that accidentally escaped you at how much you loved to have your boyfriend’s cock in your mouth.

The sudden silence coming from the other end of the line should have been enough to tell Michael that his activities were being discovered. But either Michael didn’t notice or didn’t care. He never moved to take himself off speaker. But he took notice when you grew alarmed and shy at being caught at something so personal and lewd. His hand went to the top of your head, a silent way to tell you not to stop.

He let out an unashamed groan, “I’m not going. Y/N came over.”

Honestly, with what Calum and Ashton were imagining right then, they couldn’t blame him.

“Fuck dude, are you-?”

As if to answer the unfinished question, Michael thrusted up into your throat enough for the gagging sound to reach the speakers on his phone, enjoying the feeling of you choking around him. But it really wasn’t with that goal in mind. Your newly tentative movements, due to you being very aware of possibly being caught, had slowed you down much more than Michael wanted.

But Michael had no problem taking control when needed. His hand was pulling you up and down onto his length by your hair. Thrusting up into you with the rhythm he put upon you, his head thrown back, eyes closed at the pleasure. Feeling your fingers press against his naked thighs was enough for him to shiver. By the time he had both of his hands in your hair, keeping you still, you were already whimpering against him. Apparently your pretty little mind had glazed over the fact that he was still very much on the call, forgetting the shyness that had taken over you a few second ago. That Calum and Ashton were still very much listening.

“Fuck, that’s it. Just like that.” Michael’s rough voice praised, strained because of the pleasure, made it clear he didn’t care either. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d heard you two go at it. “That’s my girl, take my fucking cock.”

His hips began to thrust into your small throat, perfectly molded to fit his cock, and only his. He had trained your throat for that. He thrust deep, hearing you gag and feeling your throat close around him with each time his tip reached the back of your throat. He kept himself there, pushing your head down deeper, forcing himself further back in your throat. It was sadistic and he could hear your muffled sounds and the tears prickling your eyes but as you looked up at him through your lashes, holding onto him tighter and your hips swinging behind you, he knew you were just fine to be like that. His toy to fuck.

When he finally relented, letting you pull away enough just to breath, he heard the choking, stuttering breath you took. His cock was dripping with your spit but that didn’t deter you from moaning around him as you savored the taste of him and his pre-cum when you deep throated him again.

It was then that Calum and Ashton seemed to get past the shock and dry throats. It was hot. To imagine you, sweet and gentle you who they knew was too small to take anything of Michael’s easily, doing something so dirty while being treated so roughly had them hard just hearing it. Imagining it.

“Shit, is she sucking you off right now?” Calum’s voice came through the nearly forgotten phone at his side and Michael couldn’t help the pride in his eyes as he looked down at your tiny figure in between his legs doing just that.

He yanked at your hair roughly, pulling you off of him enough for him, and his friends over the phone, to be able to hear you whimper, lips against the head of his cock. You almost looked pathetic. And he felt his almost painful hard-on at the sight.

Michael looked at you when he spoke directly to his friends, “Yeah. She lets me fuck her throat like a fucking slut, too. She’s so good with her mouth.”

“I bet, if it sounded like that” Both Calum and Ashton groaned in unison, they really couldn’t blame Michael for bailing on their plans now.

Somehow, hearing all three of them talk about you like you weren’t even there had your pussy trembling even more than before. Your smile was broken from the rough way he had taken your mouth but you still obeyed him when he tapped your lips with the head of his dick. Opening your mouth and taking him to the hilt, until your nose touched his abdomen before you pulled back and did it all over again.

You barely heard the mumbled good girl from his lip. But it wasn’t until you heard Ashton’s voice that you froze, as if reminded that you were being listened to. All the dirty things you had just done, were done in front of an audience.

“Didn't know your girl was so needy.” His usually friendly and sweet tone suddenly sounded teasing and demeaning. “I probably should’ve though. Always the ones that pretend they’re so innocent that like it rough.”

Michael smirked down at you, his eyes never leaving yours making it known how purposely he chose his words. “You should hear what she’s like when I’m inside her.”

Your entire body burned. You wanted more, needed more. Just like you did when you arrived to his home, horny and needy. When he told you to get on your knees and work for it, though you had already been crawling towards him on the bed.

Now driven by the hitches of breath you hear over the phone, their silent groans. You didn’t care anymore that his friends were listening to how much of a whore you were, listen to each lewd sound of you sucking off your boyfriend or even more. Maybe it was a testament to his corruption of your pure person, to one who cared only about him, and getting fucked by him, to care about modesty - someone who delighted in the thought of others being witness to just how good you were for your boyfriend and just how good he made you feel.

When you released him from your mouth, you were sure your wetness was dripping all over his sheets.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, your soft cheek resting against his hard dick, looking up at him with begging eyes, “please.”

Neither could deny the way their hands went to palm themselves through their pants at the sound of you so softly, high pitched, called your boyfriend such a dominant title. You heard a chuckle from the phone followed by a mocking laugh.

“Aww, she’s begging. How cute.”

“Just fuck her, mate. Put her out of her misery.”

Maybe you should be pouting at their teasing but if it got your boyfriend to stretch you open, you welcomed the sting of humiliation that followed their words. Being seen as nothing but a fucktoy at the moment.

Sharing this intimate moment with you was only because they were his best friends. It was the only reason he’d given them this glimpse that they should be honored to be guests to. But one he was using not so subtly to boast, how lucky he was to have you, how only he could give you pleasure. That you were his, sucking his dick, fucking him. No one else could have you. Even them, no matter how close he let them get. No matter how much they wanted to.

Michael looked almost arrogant when he took you by the back of your thighs, pushing you up until you were stranding up. Enough for your clothed pussy to rub against his cock. The sensation was enough for you to start grinding on him. You’d waited for so long, you couldn’t even remember how long you’d been blowing him before the phone rang. There was still spit on your chin to prove it.

You yelped when you felt him spank you but his eyes showed almost no emotion which caused you to clench your walls. He looked so hot under you, the tattoos on his upper body under your hands and his dick erect for you. “Let them hear how good you can ride me, little one.”

His thick fingers pushed your panties to the side just enough for you to sink down on him. You were so wet, he slid in with ease despite your tight walls. Especially excited at the rare opportunity to ride him. A satisfied moan left you, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of being split open by his thickness. Finally.

Michael stayed laying down, gazing up at his girlfriend, looking so little as she bounced on his lap feverishly. Groans left him as he let you set the pace, pleasuring yourself using him. But despite you being on top, it was very clear who was in charge by the bruising grip he had on your hips as he helped you move up and down his length. You were so small, even the width of your body was only half of his broad one.

The sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the room each time your thighs met when you sheathed him entirely inside of your drooling cunt. Your skirt was pushed up, around your waist worthlessly, giving Michael a clear view of where you were connected.

“So-ngh-so good, Mikey. Feels so good.” You were babbling on him, your back arching. Breaths coming out short. Every once in a while, you ground against him, swiveling your hips. “Y-you fuck me so good. Love your big cock, daddy, feel so full!”

“Fuck, she is a slut.” You weren’t even thinking straight with how dizzy the pleasure made you to recognize who said it. But you weren’t out of it enough not to hear the ‘slicking’ sounds over the phone that made it clear Ashton and Calum had given up modesty with each other and were pumping their cocks to the hot sounds of you getting fucked by their friend. Which just made you move your hips faster.

“Hear that?” Michael grunted out as you kept riding him. “They can hear how much of a fucking cock hungry whore you are.”

You were shaking your head at his words, whining as if to deny them but you kept moaning and riding him faster, clamping down on him with your walls, suffocating him in the best way. You felt each drag of his cock against you. He moved you forward by your hips to heighten the delicious sensation of feeling you against and around him, hissing. “You’re so fucking tight.”

It was only when you leaned down, your face just a few inches away from Michael’s so that your hips were what moved his cock in and out of you that Michael saw the large blush adorning your face.

He sat up without you expecting it. The only reason you didn’t fall was because of his arm that wrapped around your waist. Your small hands landed on his strong, tattooed shoulders instinctively.

Even on his lap, straddling him while still grinding on his cock, Michael was taller than you. It was instinctive when you opened your mouth and let him slowly, sensually, let a glob of his spit drop onto your tongue. You almost moaned when you swallowed it but the gentleness ended when he spit in you again, faster this time and you felt a sharp slap to your cheek following it.

You distinctly heard the curses that left the phone at the visuals they imagined of Michael slapping you around, manhandling you in whichever way he pleases.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting shy. After showing them how much of a messy cockslut you are. Fucking me during a phone call…dirty fucking girl. Can’t think of anything except daddy’s cock. You like that they’re listening to how good I fuck you, don’t you?” Then his grip on your waist tightened enough for him to start thrusting up into you. Hammering into your poor little cunt at a rough, fast pace - even more so than the one you had set for yourself. He groaned deeply. You cried out, gasping and writhing in his arms as he pounded into you mercilessly. Broken sentences were the only thing that could leave your mouth. You felt him so deep inside you.

You already felt that heat in your belly, the sign of your release keeping up on you as your big boyfriend used your body. It felt so good, the pleasure you had been vying for all day. The way you tightened around him, hips stuttering was enough to tell Michael you had cum, along with how much wetter you’d gotten, your cum mixed in with each thrust as he continued pummeling into you within stopping. It’d been building up for so long, you couldn’t be blamed for cumin so quickly.

The back of your thighs and his were drenched. But your scream was enough to tell Ashton and Calum know how you had creamed all over Michael’s dick. Their hands moved faster as they jerked themselves off, their minds focused on you.

You couldn’t even think coherently, your eyes half closed and mouth open to stream out moans. Let alone being able to wrap your mind around Michael handing you his phone and pushing it up to your ears, off of speaker but loud enough that he, so close to you in position, could still hear the two boys at the other end of the line. His hips still thrusting into you, so deep that he bottomed out into you each time.

“Tell them what I’m doing to you.”

And then it was your moans being filtered directly to them, the distant sound of slapping skin the only other thing Calum and Ashton could hear as you bounced up and down on his fat cock.

It was embarrassing, especially being able to hear Ashton and Calum’s groans, knowing they were witnessing this weak, dirty part of you so different from how they usually saw you. Your breath hitched.

But it was Calum’s sweet voice, drenched in a gravelly arousal, that you heard first, “Go on. Tell us how good you’re getting fucked in front of us.”

You didn’t answer right away - you couldn’t. It was too much. Hearing his voice in that moment, commanding you to follow your boyfriend’s orders. Knowing that you had him weak just with your sounds. It was a thrill. And your face was fucked out at the feeling of the circumstances as you moaning as you were racked by Michael’s rough thrusts. Your submission so cute to watch, and hear, unfold.

Your hand could barely hold onto his phone, fit for his larger hand not your trembling one. “H-He’s fucking m-my pussy so deep. C-Can’t—so rough. Gonna cum again.”

You sounded as fucked out as you looked.

Ashton spoke next, sounding almost amused with your inability to work your brain while being stuffed with your boyfriend’s dick. “Yeah? Feels good?”

Your sounds of agreement were muffled. “S-Sososo good. Mikey’s so big! He’s stretching me open. H-He always makes me feel so good, only he can fuck me. My pussy is his. I’m his. Only a slut for him.”

You were cut off by your own squeals; as if to reward your words that made Michael feel so boastful and powerful, he raised the shirt that was still on your body. Until it uncovered your bra-covered tits to him. Even then he just roughly pulled up your bra, not bothering to even remove it. Just enough to give him access toy our bare chest, jiggling up and down with his sharp thrusts. He all but smothered his face as he encased his mouth around your nipple.

All you could do was arch your back, pushing your tits further into his mouth and his head further into them. One of your hands went to hold the back of his head gently to hold him there as you took pleasure as he sucked your tits while his arm around you pushed you as deeply and closer into him as possible.

“Yes.” You clenched around him at the sensation, as if to force his thick cock to stay inside you, so tightly Michael’s drilling into you grew slower as he fought against your walls. But eventually, he picked up his pace again. Until you could barely breathe with how fast he was fucking up into you, his pace bruising and his cock hitting the spots that had you weak. You barely heard his growl of Mine against your skin. His tongue swirling against your tits, biting at them gently.

It was so hot.

For the second time, you could feel the tension again as your release crawled closer. Your moans were louder than before, this time directly into the phone speaker not that you had any trace of bashfulness anymore.

“Fuck listen to her.” Calum said, you could practically hear the breathy way he talked. His head thrown back as his hips thrusted into his own palm, desperately imagining the way your hips would move, the way your cunt would be soaked. His hand tightened around himself to mimic your tightness. “You sound so fucking hot.”

He was only saying that because Michael couldn’t hear him. He had to make do with teasing you with his words, making you feel exactly what you were doing to him. And that’s just what his words did. You whined, grinding into Michael desperately at the praise.

“Bet you look so pretty like that.” Ashton said as he spit on his palm before returning his hand to his cock, “Riding a cock that’s too big for you. Like letting yourself be used like a fucking toy, don’t you?”

“Michael!” You moaned out his name even as you listened to his friend’s words through the phone. You were so close.

But Ashton wasn’t done. “You’d feel so fucking good, so tight. Michael was right. Such a needy slut, fucking her boyfriend in front of his best friends and liking it. Making him miss his plans.”

“And here we-fuck-thought you were such a good girl, smiling and innocent.” Ashton’s hand moved faster against himself.

You were whimpering at his words, at his teasing. “I’m s—orry. I-I didn’t mean t-to.” You slurred, “Just needed him.”

“Y-Yeah? You didn’t m-mean to?” Calum mocked your stuttering cruelly. Sounding so similar to your mean boyfriend and you felt yourself at once have tears settle in your eyes at the humiliation and get impossibly wetter. The lewd squelching each time Michael moved in and out of you was loud. It was too much. The sensation of Michael driving into you and just how good his friends’ teasing words felt.

“It’s okay, you can’t help yourself.” He continued, cooing at you teasingly. “You’re just a brat who only thinks about cock - bet you even like that we’re getting off on you. Thinking about how good you’d look bouncing on our cocks. We’d fuck you good just how you like it. Too bad Michael never learned to share. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“‘m not! ‘m not a brat ” You moaned, heart thumping rapidly at what he was suggesting. You could almost see their own big cocks in their hands. You licked your lips. Michael really had turned you into a cock-addicted whore. “I’m a good girl. I’m Mikey’s good girl.”

“Hmm…” Ashton grunted, “Prove it. Keep moaning nice and loud. I’m so fucking close. You’re going to cum again aren’t you? So fucking messy.”

“Say our names when you cum.” Calum chuckled and you heard Ashton’s incredulous laugh right beside him as your cheeks burned. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You’d only ever moan Michael’s name, the man who was fucking into you so well like only he would ever be able to do. But the thought of it set a fire in your belly all the same.

And almost as if Michael could hear what he had said, his eyes narrowed in concentration and possessiveness despite everything. “You’re mine.” He grunted out, “All fucking mine. Gonna let them hear how I fuck my cum into you. How you’re built to only take my cock and cum.”

“Yesyesyes, give me your cum, daddy. Please, cum inside me.” The words of all three of them were enough to have you cumming around your boyfriend’s girth almost immediately. Dropping the phone all together and leaving Ashton and Calum to cum into their own hands at your words, imagining it on your skin instead, at the now more echoey sounds of your moans of completion, repeating Michael’s name almost like a mantra in the haze of pleasure.

Even as his hips continued to slam up into yours, despite your overstimulated core. Until he held you still, biting at your skin with a deep groan as he released inside of you. Thick ribbon of cum filled you completely, with pleased sounds leaving your mouth at the sensation.

Only then did he let you fall back on the bed, weak and tired. Finally letting go of your tiny body he had been holding close to him, keeping you on his cock. He had given you exactly what you wanted, what you arrived to his house knowing he could give you. And the experience was so much hotter than you expected, especially with his friends’ teasing and dirty words that showed you just how hot they saw you.

Michael watched as you laid there, legs open with a mixture of both of your cums trickling down your leg. His cum that couldn’t fit inside you, white at your entrance. The sight drove him wild.

But he controlled himself from abusing your sensitive cunt again. He had to handle something first. He picked up the abandoned phone, the one you set aside because you would drop anything and everyone for him. Always.

He didn’t even have to speak when he put his phone up to his ear as you laid there silently, mind fuzzy. Both of you were breathing heavily from the exertion of the rough fuck. Ashton spoke before he had to.

“Don’t brag, dude.” And Michael couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face. It was exactly what he wanted to do, the feeling of pride swelling inside him. He had just fucked his hot girlfriend, knowing his two friends wanted her, wanted to be him. Claiming her in front of them as she claimed herself as his to them.

“Seriously, it’s bad enough we had to jerk off while you got your dick wet.”

Michael scoffed, “Just be grateful I even let you listen, assholes. Don’t interrupt me next time.” He paused before he decided to rub it in a little more, “At least you could actually make her wet. She felt so good around me.”

“Fuck you, dude. We did a lot more than just make her wet.” Calum said, not unkindly. He was already trying to clean himself off. “Can’t believe she even let you cum inside her."

“Yeah don’t forget she’s mine.” Michael said, the possessiveness back in his tone. They were lucky to even just be given a glimpse of you in that intimate moment. Given to them because Michael trusted his best friends but also just so Michael could show off how lucky he was to have you, how satisfied he was always with you. A reminder of how much you didn't need anyone else with him around. All their fantasies of you were for nothing because it was only ever Michael that could have you whenever and however he wanted, the one who could claim you inside and out.

And while Ashton and Calum dominated you, because of the freedom Michael had allowed them to, they knew better than to push their luck with your boyfriend. They were just happy with themselves for calling at the moment they had, accidentally stumbling into a scene that they refused to leave willingly once they had realized. It was better than any porn they’d ever seen.

Michael’s chuckle caught them off guard, he seemed to be in a good mood after having sex. Not that they could blame him. “Have fun at your party.”

Not that they could. Not after getting such a small taste of you and knowing they wouldn’t be thinking of anything else but how they dreamed of you in that situation, your sounds, what you let them be a witness to and what you let your boyfriend do to you, to claim you in front of them. What it meant that such a sweet, naive looking girl could be tainted to become such a submissive slut, unbeknownst to everyone else. It was hot and they doubted a party could hold their attention or desire at all compared to it.

But Michael knew that. That’s why he was still laughing, tauntingly.

[tartagliadevotee]

— dressing up as one of the sisters of the church of favonius.

+ featuring: venti (+ fem!reader)

as a present you dress up as one of the sisters of the church, venti approves.

> a/n: happy birthday venti <3

warnings: creampie, dirty talking, dom!venti, sub!reader, he calls you whore once, mild dumbification, breeding kink, god archon kink

Venti is a bit surprised when he sees you in a sister’s outfit and he’s even more surprised when you star to refer to him as the great anemo archon barbatos. 

You tell him that you’re from the church and came here to tend to his needs, whatever they might be. 

He feels his shorts starting to strain against his cock. 

He’s a god of freedom isn’t he? He left that life behind so the people of mondstadt could experience freedom, why is he enjoying this so much? 

You kneel before him and part your lips, he notices you’re waiting for him to violate a sisters mouth. A shiver runs up his spine. 

When he pulls out his cock he’s already rock hard. 

Groans and moans falling from his lips Venti uses your mouth however as he pleases. He doesn’t care if you’re chocking, or gagging around him, it only adds to the pleasure he feels. 

You’re drooling over his cock and balls like some kind of mutt, with a smile he tells you as such. Tears slid down your face. 

With one more harsh thrust he buries himself completely into your mouth. Balls laying heavy on your chin, he cums down your throat and makes you drink every last drop. 

When he finally lets go, your head drops and a coughing fit overtakes your body. 

He snickers as he grabs your chin and force your gaze up to face him, he loves how teary eyed you are. 

“Weren’t you sent to serve me?” he purrs. “We’re not nearly done yet, whore.”  

--

“V-Venti,” you choke out. “Please slow down...” 

Tears dampened your cheeks and the pillow that laid underneath. Spit dribbled down your chin as your heart pounded against your chest, you couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. The dress you had burrowed from Rosaria was in ruins, ripped and stained with cum. The front of it was completely torn, your breasts bouncing freely as Venti, Lord Barbatos, continued to have his way with you. 

His hand swiftly landed on your ass and your upper body jolted, pain sizzling underneath your skin. You sobbed at the pain as you buried your head into the pillow once more. 

“Lord Barbatos,” he growled, his cock still spreading you wide. “Have I fucked you so stupid that you don’t even remember your archons name?” 

You shivered as your cunt throbbed around him, you mumbled something unintelligible. Venti chuckled, nuzzling your neck he placed feather like kisses before pulling back.  

“Poor baby,” he whispered, breath ghosting over your face. “You can’t even speak can you? Did you think appeasing an archon would be easy?” 

Flipping you on to your back, he lifts both of your thighs up into the air, he was going in deeper, harder. With each trust the air in your lungs were being knocked out. Your pussy was being fucked raw, you couldn’t even count how many time he came inside or made you cum. His balls continuously hit the hand print he had left on your ass, signs of a disobedient sister. 

“Rejoice,” he suddenly chirped, nibbling at your leg. “You’ll be bearing the great anemo archons children, you should be happy, grateful even.” 

When you feel his seed filling you up for the nth time, your pussy clenched around him as if it knew what the archon wanted. Tongue lolling out you give him a lopsided smile and nodded as he pushed the drops of semen that spilled. 

Getting filled up by your archon was a blessing. 

[aizawaskittenwhore]

𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

≛ 𝘧𝘵. 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶, 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰, 𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴.

≛ 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

≛ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴: 1𝘬

≛ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢 /𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘥𝘰𝘮 (𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪), 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 18. 𝘥𝘶𝘩.

𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶:

i’m gonna be honest

that whole “innocent bby deku🥺” shit is played out. this man will demolish your pussy and will not apologize for it.

izuku has the full capacity to be rough in bed, so don’t let his sweet and demure presence fool you

he’s really into overstim surprisingly enough

watching you stir and keen as you cum again for the third time in a row fills him with a sense of pride

knowing nobody else could make you whine like this, make you sputter and stumble over each word, make you cream all over the dick the way he does

he also adores fucking you to the point where you can’t form a comprehensible sentence

he’ll give you deep, slow strokes while holding a bullet vibe directly to your swollen clit, pine eyes sparkling as he watches you plead for him to stop, yet buck your hips into him, chasing another orgasm.

calls you bunny instead of puppy bc ew

“you’re so insatiable, bunny. you like it when i—ah, fuck!—tease your pussy like this? ‘like it when i take what’s mine?”

the pleasure is overwhelming, insurmountable as he brings you to that prepice over and over again until you’re crying.

he’ll then flip you onto your stomach, hands digging into the dimples and slopes of your hips before absolutely impaling you on his length

he’s thick, and comes in at a solid 6-7 inches, so you’re always sore after a round or two

also

breeding kink. like a major one.

izuku wasn’t always the most confident in his abilities as a boyfriend let alone a lover

so when you started letting him cum inside you it was a huge boost

likes breeding you before work so he can think about the guys that hit on you in the break room smelling the scent of sex all over your body as you walk past them, sticky white fluid creeping down the leg of your pantyhose.

he couldn’t keep other guys from looking at you, but he could damn sure remind you of who you belonged to.

oh, and he’ll slide two fingers in once he’s done and scoop as much of his cum between them as possible before slipping them in your mouth so he can watch you suck it all off

this mf is possessive and nasty.

𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰:

facefucking.

that’s it. send tweet

nah but in all seriousness, katsuki loves watching your eyes well up with tears as you squeeze and milk his dick for all it’s worth.

he’s a good 7-7.5 inches

not an insane amount of girth but the length more than compensates for it

most definitely uses it as a punishment

and isn’t afraid to do it while you’re in public either

which brings us to his exhibition kink

he’s very prideful when it comes to his reputation as a hero, so you would think that it would keep him from doing anything scandal worthy

wrong

it only adds to the searing arousal he gets from watching your tongue fondle his sensitive head, knees bruised from being beneath him for so long

it’s a power trip for him, especially if he’s in costume

depending on your behavior, he’ll be generous and let you swallow while praising your performance

or he’ll wrap a hand around the back of your neck, slide your mouth off of his spit-soaked cock, and stroke himself until his cum splatters all over your eyelashes, fully debauching you in the desolate alleyway

he’s made you walk back home with cum all over your face before, after you’d been particularly bratty over the course of a week

“katsuki! i can’t walk back home like this, what if someone notices?!”

“should’ve thought about that before you decided to visit me while you weren’t wearing any fuckin’ panties. nasty little girl...now hurry up and get a move on, and you better not wipe it off either.”

loves the thrill of humiliating you

unrelated, but he’s an ass man through and through, taking such pleasure in watching it jiggle and ripple under each heavy blow he delivers

takes photos of the marks afterwards and has an album for em.

he also loves fucking you on different surfaces around your penthouse (and his agency)

the man is territorial

so what better way to mark his territory than by making his gorgeous girlfriend squirt and cream all over it?

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰:

babe i am so sorry for your neighbors

cause if there’s nothing else shinsou loves it’s to make you scream

he’s got a corruption kink, but not in the way most people do

he doesn’t give a damn if you’re sweet and innocent, or if you’ve got the mouth of a sailor and could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch

what matters to him is making you lose your composure.

one day you’d been anticipating a call back from a job interview you’d gone to a few days prior

and shinsou just so happened to be observing your blissed-out expression as he ground into you from below, your body atop his

when your damned phone started ringing

being the sly little shit that he is, he saw an opportunity

“answer the phone pretty girl...don’t wanna keep them waiting, do you?”

reaching for your buzzing cell, you press the green ‘accept’ button, raising the device to your ear as you jolt forward

“hello, may i speak to y/n?” a chipper voice chimed through the receiver.

“t-this is sh-she. how can i—ah!—help you?” you garble your words, trying to suppress your moans

hitoshi merely takes this as a challenge, opting to drive into you deeper whilst trying to keep the noise down, it’s less fun when it’s obvious what you two are doing

his dick is thick as FUCK. 6 going on 7 inches but honestly you couldn’t give less of a fuck with the way he’s stretching you

surprisingly enough you managed your way through the phone call, telling the white lie of “helping the neighbors move”

but little did you know this was only the beginning of hitoshi’s new favorite pastime

he’s another exhibitionist too

so uh...good luck with that

remote control vibrators on dinner dates, fingers stuffed deep inside your sloppy cunt while he makes small talk with your mom at the dinner table,

even kneeling beneath your desk and sending you to heaven and back while you’re on a video call with your fucking boss.

he’s addicted to watching you fall apart, and is more than willing to apply that pressure.

𝘥𝘢𝘣𝘪:

dabi’s dick would fuck anyone stupid.

let’s make that clear.

it’s canon that he’s got a jacob’s ladder, blah blah blah, but let’s discuss how fucking pretty it is

creeping in at a firm eight inches, and about 4 and a half in girth with a drool-worthy mauve tip, his shaft slightly lighter than the rest of his tanned, unscarred skin

it’s dangerous, barbells running up the underside of his shaft or not

definitely into temperature play

and i’m not talking about that soft shit like warming up his fingers whilst they’re plunging in and out of your sweet center

no no no

that fucker will BRAND you and will not apologize

you’re his pretty little cumdump, and he’ll stake his claim upon your body how ever the hell he pleases

degradation is a given.

“—what a fuckin’ whore. tch, you really think you deserve this dick?”

“how about you get on your knees and beg for it then if you’re so damn needy.”

“quit your god damn whining, or i swear i’ll leave you spread out on this fuckin’ bar for shiggy to find. maybe i’ll even get a promotion for giving him such a slutty little bitch to use.”

“what’s wrong? does it hurt sweetheart? can’t take it after you talked all that shit earlier?” you shake your head no, thighs trembling as you struggle to maintain the position dabi’s folded you into. “...good.” he smirks, eyes gleaming with malice before pounding you to filth, cries spilling from your mouth as you beg for release, knowing he won’t give it to you.

making you cry? a specialty of dabi’s. your tears get him harder than anything; to watch your lips quiver as you sniffle, wiping away tears while he palms himself through his sweats

has shown you off to shigaraki, and will not hesitate to tongue your fluids off his digits while carrying on a full conversation with the other man.

after all, when you know your toy’s better than someone else’s, you tend to brag.

𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘬𝘪:

speaking of this mf

he’s the reason gamer boys get the rep of having massive dicks

cause god damn did you not expect this man to be slinging around eight bordering on nine inches of dick. four and a half to five inches of girth. poor you.

he’s also got a penchant for angry sex, so if that’s not enough of an indication that you’re going to have trouble walking afterwards i don’t know what is

but one thing he loves more than taking you apart piece by piece and cumming inside of you with zero remorse?

doing it when he’s in the middle of a game, and he’s online with the party’s voice chat.

“mmm—god, you really will do anything i tell you....swallowing every inch while these guys get to listen, and you’re not even embarrassed, you’re getting off on it!”

“i love little sluts like you, always doing whatever it takes just to have a cock pry them open at all times. that’s what you are, right? my little slut, made for me to do whatever i want to.”

yes, he’s made you whine so sweetly for him, cry as you beg him to touch you, while he plays fucking valorant.

and you can’t count how many times he’s mocked the way you gag and choke on his massive length while he played genshin impact with random guys online.

is a sucker for a good set of nudes, and isn’t afraid to ask for them on a regular basis

plus he just likes taking pictures/videos of you in general, saving them to a private album of his phone for him to use when you’re not there

he may parade you around as though you’re a lifeless fuckdoll, but if nothing else he’s possessive, and would rather relive the pain of losing to all might than let another man see you the way he does

but i’ll be honest, tomura’s not always a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a huge dick.

he’s also a teasing, possessive, vindictive asshole with a thing for being dominated....and a huge dick.

see, it balances out!

it started with a bet that if he lost another round of mortal kombat you got to peg him

it took a lot of convincing, but he agreed to the terms, certain he’d win regardless

and after button smashing like your life depended on it with subzero, you managed to secure the win.

a grin stapled itself to your face after being treated to two hours of tomura’s incessant sobs and wails

“mhm—please...i can’t take it—ah! fuck, fuck, fuck! right there!”

“don’t make me work for it, i promise you’ll never be player two again, just please let me cum—m’ so close..”

game nights are always fun with him, you can count on it.

𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘴:

my god my god

i’m gonna say it right now: keigo doesn’t eat pussy for you.

he does it for him.

and that makes all the difference in the fucking world when he’s pulling you to sit on his face

scruff scratching at your inner thighs deliciously as he makes you squirt alllll over aforementioned facial hair, rolling your hypersensitive clit between soft lips and a fluid tongue

he could stay between your thighs for hours and hours on end

will propose to devour you in the most inappropriate of places

and honestly? isn’t the least bit ashamed about it. elevators, in front of large office windows just a few stories above the street where you’re just barely visible to the people below,

on endeavor’s decorative towels after he spread them out on the floor so he could fuck you senseless on top of them, etc.

the flame hero had pissed him off earlier, and he needed to exert some petty rage. this was most sensible use of his energy.

also in case it wasn’t obvious: breeding kink. duh.

no thoughts head empty just hawks begging to breed you during his rut

“come on pretty girl, let me make you a momma....can’t wait to stuff you full of my chicks....”

he blushes so deeply when he’s close to cumming

and boy does he fucking whine

dick is just as pretty as he is, he’s a good 6 inches with a three inch girth; tip flushed and pink

definitely cherishes intimacy during sex

and will certainly go out of his way to make sure you feel comfortable/desired

he could have all the money/fame in the world

and it still wouldn’t compare to the feeling of your thighs suffocating him while he slurps at your cunt like it’s his last meal.

[luvkun4]

uhhh (consensual) free use + roommate & best friend!Oikawa 👀 just listen…

warnings: dark content, implied fem!reader, pervy!Oikawa, consensual non-con, free use, slight somno (?), oral (m), Tooru calls you a slut, face fucking, cum eating, not proofread- it wasn't supposed to be this long

okay so imagine: best friend!Oikawa who doesn't have time for a relationship but wants the benefits (sex) that comes with one. so he turns to you, his adoring best friend who's been there for him since day one.

best friend!Oikawa who had to do way more grafting than he thought he would when trying to convince you to sleep with him, but when he finally scored he was hooked. and things only escalated after that first time.

he says that he wants the option to have you whenever he wants, even if you aren't necessarily in the mood or have the time. you're skeptical, finding him nearly repulsive for viewing you as an object. yet, he had a way with words that had you walking a tightrope. a sultry tone to his voice in your ear that gives you shivers when he says "i just can't keep my hands off you, you're so good to me."

best friend!Oikawa who manages to convince you to give him what he wants, luckily getting your consent to "use you whenever he pleased." you agree reluctantly, not really knowing where this would lead. still, you agreed, and while you did have the option to back out whenever you wanted, you wouldn't.

you wouldn't complain when he gropes you as he walks past you in the kitchen. you wouldn't say anything when he presses his bulge against your ass when you bend over. and you wouldn't comment when you wake up in the middle of the night to see him jerking off on top of you, straddling your limp body and pumping his cock inches from your face.

"finally awake, huh?" he utters, "was waiting to see those pretty eyes."

your face heats up immediately and your heart nearly pounds out of your chest. despite how he startled you, you can't help the throbbing between your legs. seeing his pre-cum dribble from his slit, hearing the squelching sound of his fist against his cock, watching his lips curl into a devious smirk...

"open that mouth for me, yeah?" he whispers, rubbing the wet tip of his cock along the line of your lips.

you hesitate but he pushes past anyway, moaning when you whimper around him. he guides his length into your mouth, holding you by your chin and pinching your cheeks with two fingers to force his way in. tears swell in your eyes from the suddenness of it all but a moan escapes you when he hits the back of your throat. it's stifled, your moan, but you let it out anyway. Oikawa chuckles, bringing his hand to the back of your head to hold you up. with a groan, he starts to roll his hips, fucking into your tight throat like a fleshlight.

you gag and drool around him, barely able to breath as he ruts into your mouth. you grab his thighs for something to hold onto but he's anything but merciful. both his hands hold your head in place while he snaps his hips to your face, making sure your nose hits his pelvis before he pulls out to start all over again.

"look at you," he coos in an almost sing-songy voice, "you like having my cock forced down your throat, hm?"

there's a smile on his face that you can't exactly make out. your head's too fuzzy and your thoughts are in shambles. his grin appeared sadistic, though, as if he was getting off on seeing you struggle to take him so aggressively. you think you hear him mumble something about how he was gonna cum, but the ringing in your ears made it difficult to hear him. you try to push him away, not wanting to choke on his cum due to the position, yet he keeps you there. and in a matter of seconds, he's forcing himself all the way down your throat, cumming hard and moaning swears.

he doesn't pull out until he's empty, groaning when he sees his remaining seed spill from your lips. you may have been taken aback by the suddenness of it, but you still managed to swallow whatever he gave you. panting, you stick your tongue out, non-verbally asking for more.

Oikawa takes hold of himself, slapping his cock on your tongue with a chuckle, "you like being my little free use slut, don't you?"

[scaramouche-bully]

THAT POST ABOUT OVERSTIM MADE ME REALIZE HOW MUCH I WANT TO DESTROY CHILDE HELP. CAN U WRITE SMTH WHERE HIS S/O USUALLY BOTTOMS BUT WANTS TO TRY TOPPING HIM AND HE JUST KEEPS TRYING TO FLUSTER HER AND TEASE HER AND SHE GETS SO ANNOYED THAT SHE JUST FUCKS HIM STUPID 💕💕

— ☆ Wrecking T*rtaglia headcanons

Includes: Childe

[ Top ] Female reader

Contains: Overstimulation, bratty sub, mind break, sub space, aphrodisiacs, anal gaping, dacryphilia, degradation, size kink, slapping, choking, cock-stepping, humiliation, rough sex, stomach bulge, multiple orgasms, masochism + sadism.

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Bratty Sub headcanons - Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao, and Childe 🐑 [ GN ]

[ masterlist ]

Welcome to the "Bully T*rtaglia" club, we are currently taking applications (u‿ฺu✿ฺ). My original draft was sweet but then my computer crashed and I lost everything. So I'm going to channel all my anger into destroying this man (consensually, I promise the ending is soft.).

— ☆ Childe

When you bring up the idea of you topping him, he doesn't take you seriously but he's open to it. While he thinks it's cute that you want to try new things, he's so much bigger than you, and being on top is actually a lot of work compared to being a pillow princess. Are you sure you can handle it?

One of the big issues that came up during your first times was Childe's competitive nature and how fast his recovery time was. He could have came three times and then suddenly flip you on your back and fuck your brains out instead.

Even when he had the patience to be the sub, he would constantly taunt you and be an insufferable brat. Constantly disrespecting you and trying to fluster you. Always reaching down to finger fuck you even when he was stuffed full.

So the next time you brought him a drink, you decided to add something extra. Sitting patiently as he thanked you and downed the entire cup. It only took a few minutes before he began to squirm in his seat.

Childe's face was slowly growing redder and redder, soft pants breaking through the quiet office, his eyes darting to you before settling on the ground. It was amusing seeing him be so quiet rather than running his mouth off every minute. It's only when you start to walk over him in feign concern does he break out of his haze.

Stumbling over himself as he makes wild hand gestures to stop you but as soon as you round his desk, you see his cock straining against his pants, and the embarrassment flood Childe's face. Trying to laugh it off, you're just so pretty he can't help himself, but he's quickly cut off when you prop yourself up onto his desk and step on his cock.

"W-Wait-" Childe groans as his hips buck into your shoe as he grinds against it. Clutching the hand rests of his chair as he leans his head against your knee, soft keens slipping out as you run your fingers through his matted hair as he humps against you. He makes a confused noise when you suddenly tip his chin up, smile sweetly at him, before he's sprawled on the ground as you slap him.

"When did I say you could touch me?" you shot him a cruel look that sent shudders up his spine but also made his cock throb. Whatever you fed him was slowly making him lose his senses until there was just you, you, you. He whines, still on his back, when you take a seat in his chair and dig your shoe onto his dick, randomly applying pressure here and there, his pre-cum wetting his pants as he yelps at the pain. His hands flying up to lift your foot away but he catches himself as chooses to claw his fingers into the wooden flooring instead as he reaches his peak. It's so empowering seeing the man who used to fuck you stupid, whimper and cry as he cums in his pants just from you stepping on his dick.

"P-Please...ah! mm...wha?" Childe looks down confused to see that even after just orgasming, his cock is still hard. His body is so hot that if he doesn't cum again, he feels like he's going to die. He's tries to lift himself onto his elbows and unbutton his pants before you kick him in the chest and send him back down. He's disorientated from the fall when he feels you sit on his chest, cupping his face in your hands to lift him, before slamming his head down. You're almost ripping his hair out with every yank and slap you abuse him with as he yelps like a dog.

"You filthy whore. Did I say you could cum? You ungrateful brat," you spit out as Childe wails in pain, almost knocking you off when he seizes up and shakes. You don't even need to check to know he came again, "Maybe I should gag you and throw you onto the streets. Let everyone here know how much of a pig you are. Is that it what you want?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" his voice is choked up from his tears as he cries over himself. You almost feel bad but he's basically useless in this state, sniffling over himself as he apologizes over and over again. You softly coo at him as you lean over and kiss him sweetly, taking his arms and placing them on your waist as he grips onto you like a lifeline.

"There there Childe. It's alright now, we're going to teach you how to be a good boy. That's what you want right?" you whisper to him as he nods. You pull yourself up even as he grips onto your clothing to stay with him as you unclasp the buttons of his pants and free his cock. Still red and hard in your hands as if he hadn't already orgasmed twice in the span of a few minutes. He's already so wet with pre-come that you don't even need to find lube to jack him off. Ignoring his moans and screams to stop, he's still sensitive, you take him to the hilt in your mouth. Quickly pinning his hips from jerking upwards and choking you, you're the image of content as you swallow around his cock as Childe throws his head back and sobs as he cums down your throat.

“Pl-please, please, mmn- put it in me, please…” he manages to pant you, his mind melted as his eyes blink in and out of consciousness. His body is still burning hot and he can't escape the feeling of being empty. He wants to be filled with your cock, stuffed fill until he can't live without being fucked by you. You've completely ruined him.

"It seems we still have a long way to go. You really are a disappointment Childe," you sigh as you wipe away the stray cum dripping from your mouth as you reach over and feed it to him. He whines low in the throat at tasteing himself but feeling you touch him in some way is the only thing grounding him before you pull away and stand up, "Go on. Finger yourself open for me."

"W-Wha?"

"Childe. I said. Finger yourself open. I won't repeat myself again."

He quickly nods, not ready to disobey you again, as he lifts himself up to get his pants fully off. He knows what you want and it makes the fire in him burn hotter. Using his own pre-come with shaky hands, he reaches over to hold his legs up for you, and circles around his rim before dipping inside. The embarrassment of holding himself open like this and your watchful gaze almost has him cumming again but he can't. He wants to be good. He does his best to spread himself open at this awkward angle but he soon loses himself. He should feel ashamed for getting off on someone watching him but it makes him finger himself deeper and harder. He's taken out of his pleasurable moment when he feels your hand join his. Taking one hand as you spread his ass to see his loose hole. The pre-cum from his cock slowly leaking down. You're absentmindedly lacing your fingers inside him, before pulling both your hands out as you line your strap on to his rim. He didn't even notice you put it on.

"Did you know I had to fake every orgasm because you were such a sloppy fuck? Perhaps I should show you how to fuck someone properly," is the only warning he gets before you grip his hips until your fingernails draw blood, before slamming into him. He throws his head back and chokes on his screams as his cock shoots cum all over his chest.

"Who said you could come?" you spit out as you grip his cock and squeeze harshly as he screams. The overstimulation is too much, it hurts. He's desperately trying to push you away but whatever strength he built is lost. Only able to lay there and take it. He looks down to see his stomach bulge with every thrust you make, the image of you rearranging his insides sends him flying as he tries to cum again but the death grip you have on him, he just can't. He's full-on sobbing as you continue to abuse his prostate, he's going to break, you're breaking him.

"nO! P-PLEASE! STO-" he begging as you continue to pound into him. You push even further, until your cock fully inside him now, and stay there rubbing right up against his prostate. Watching amused as Childe tries to shudder to the large intrusion, the never-ending pressure on his sensitive spots makes him almost feral. You swear he has hearts in his eyes right now.

"Pleasepleaseplease-"

You pull out slowly, just until the tip is inside him, before gripping his wrists as leverage and ruthless slamming into him. Childe parts his hips in a voiceless cry as you finally break his mind and fuck him dumb. He scrambles against the floor as he tries to find anything to ground him, trying to fuck himself back on your cock as he drools all over the floor. His vision leaves him as all his senses focused on the harsh drag of your cock in him, the wet slapping noise that fills the room, and the tears that slip from his eyes down to the floor. His cock throbs with each thrust you force into his body, thighs jerking, as his tongue lolls out.

"Oh!--mh, m-more!" Childe babbles deliriously, he's being reduced to nothing but a warm hole for you to fill whenever you feel like it. Reduced from a harbinger to a whore for you to use. He feels the breath get punched out of his lungs as his abdomen stretches and burns. His hole clenching around your dick that you have to forcefully yank him down to stuff him, "Hahh, you're tearing me o-open."

"You disgusting whore. Can you feel it?" you mock as you take one hand to spread his ass apart, you see his hole is red and puffy, pre-cum from his semi-hard cock leaking down where you're both connected. He shudders that you've fucked him so bad that his hole is gaping. It's when you reach over and clasp both of your hands around his neck and squeeze that he comes crashing down. Wheezing at the lack of oxygen that makes him see white, he feels so warm and content, mind filled with bliss, as he cums. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into him as his cock finally softens as he relaxes and drifts off into space before slowly losing consciousness.

--- You slowly blink awake to soft kisses being placed on your neck, Childe's lazy form cuddled up to you as you stroke his hair. He's always so clingy the morning after. "Are you feeling alright? I was a bit mean wasn't I?" you ask a bit embarrassed as memories of last night flood your mind. You know you both agreed on what your limits were but you couldn't help but feel a bit worried you may have pushed him too far. Childe props himself on his elbow to smile dumbly at you, you were perfect.

"It was alright I suppose," he chuckles when you lightly punch him in the chest, "I didn't think you would try and drug me like that. You know I could get you arrested for that. " "Ha! Good luck finding someone that will fulfill your perverted fantasies. Besides you're the one that wanted to experiment with them and don't phrase it like that either," you shake your head at him before leaning up to kiss him. When you pull away you take notice of all the bruises and marks you left on him. There's a small part of you that purrs at the claim you made but you quickly shoo it away. It's too early for that. If your back is hurting you have no idea how Childe is faring. "Here, let me get you some water and let me see your head," you offer, pulling yourself up before Childe's arm wraps around you and pulls you down to lay beside him. Placing his weight on top of you so you can't squirm away, even as you swat at his back he smothers you until you give up.

"Stay with me."

"Hah...alright. Just for a bit."

[sugxrslushy]

Hey! I ran across your blog earlier today and the wedding nsfw post with Sanji was wonderful,I was wondering if you could maybe do one with Doflamingo or Crocodile,if not that is perfectly ok

Well Aren’t You Lovely?

➪ a/n: hello dear, thank you for your request and elaborating over dms! I hope you’re okay with the pairing, I’m not the best at writing a bimbo reader so my apologies that it rlly isn’t that included in here! I hope you like this! I also feel asleep in the middle of writing this whoops

➪ pairings: Doflamingo x f! reader x Crocodile

➪ warnings: N/SFW under cut, threesome, oral sex (m! receiving), voyeurism, rough sex, kind of corruption kink, fingering, praise, not proofread

You hadn’t expected this to happen out of the extra affection you’d been giving your now husband. There was a lavish wedding occurring at the moment just outside the door yet you were on your hands and knees sucking Doflamingo off. Perhaps your warm touches and sweet smiles on your glossy lips had him thinking otherwise during the ceremony.

You swallowed him down the best you could, but his impressive length had you gagging and struggling to get enough breaths in. The man above you seemed to not care, fucking your mouth and making drool drip from teh corners of your mouth, hitting the floor by your knees.

Your big doe eyes stared up at him, all innocent and cute looking in contrast to the almost sinful deed you were giving your husband. Your core burned feverishly, it hadn’t taken long to even get you worked up.

All you had been doing to him before was clinging to your husband's arm. Maybe it was how close your bust had been pushed up against him, or how those sweet eyes watched him with innocent interest as you both made your way around the guests

Though he soon did make his intentions clear with his lust laced words in your ear and touches that tended to fall a bit too low.

You clueless allowed him to whisk you away in his arms to get rid of the little “problem'' you had caused him. You weren’t exactly complaining, the taste of his sticky precum on your tongue and the rough way he pushed you down on his length had you delirious with lust

“Just like that darling, you’re doing so well.” He cooed and threw his head back, letting out a loud moan and pulling tighter on your hair to steady himself. You hummed in happily from the sweet praise, determined to take more of him into his mouth for more.

Whatever you couldn’t, you wrapped your hands around and stroked in tandem with how you bobbed your head on his cock. A wild smile appeared on his face as he cupped the back of your head and pushed you down, making you gag and choke on his dick.

Tears rolled down your face, staining your face with black streaks from your makeup. You gripped his thighs tightly and your head felt light. Then with a low grunt, he cums down your throat.

He lets go and you pull back, sputtered and gasping for air, You wipe your face of drool and cum and smile up at him sweetly. “You’re so adorable darling, you looked even cuter choking on my cock like that.” He brushes the hair from your flustered face and rubs your cheek.

Someone to the side clears their throat and the both of your heads snap towards the direction of it. Your heart stutters a bit, but Doflamingo’s wild smile splits his face again as he looks amused at who had just found the two of you.

“After all the convincing to even get me to come to your damn wedding, you can’t even stick around for it. I was probably better off staying at home and not wasting my time.” A gruff voice grumbles by the door. Leisurely leaning against the frame, Crocodile stares at you both with a bored look.

Doflamingo pats your head in a comforting way. “We’re just celebrating,” he shots back in an overjoyed tone. “Why wouldn’t I want to show my dear new wife how much I want her, she’s looked absolutely tantalizing all day. Hasn’t she, Crocodile?” His teasing tone is evident in his words.

Crocodile raises an eyebrow, slowly looking you over and the debauched sight you are from blowing your lover. “Are you implying something here?” He stubs out his cigar on one of the ashtrays placed on a table in the room and moves closer, looming over your half naked and kneeling form.

You bat your eyelashes at him and Doflamingo snickers under his breath. “And what if I am?” He kneels behind you, reaching around to grab your chin and make you look at the other Warlord staring you down with a lustful gaze. He doesn’t say a word, only sighs and takes a step forward, showing his agreeance through action.

Doflamingo laughs delightfully and Crocodile undoes his belt, revealing his own manhood to you. You moan at the sigh of it, just as long as your lovely Doffy’s but just the slightest bit thicker. It has you watering at the mouth to get a taste.

Nimble fingers prod at your wetness from behind while Crocodile rubs the tip against your lips, you kitten lick the tip to get a taste of the salty precum on your tongue. “Go ahead,” Doffy teases. “Don’t be shy.”

While you wrap your lips around his impressive length, Doffy slips his fingers into your soaked pussy. You jolt, groaning around the cock in your mouth and your pussy tightens around his fingers. Immediately, he’s brutal with the pace, fucking you agressively with his fingers and smearing your slick on your thighs.

Crocodile is no kinder, fucking into your mouth making your throat feel hoarse while you struggle to keep up. Your eyes are blurry with tears and Doffy seems only interested in drawing out more, overwhelming you with pleasure.

“Her mouth is so good, isn’t it? And she looks so pretty.” Doffy hums against your skin, nipping lightly at your shoulders and you push your hips against his hand. The burning feeling in your stomach is only getting hotter and the pressure in your abdomen is increasing.

The minute you clamp down tighter on the fingers pushing deep into your cunt, Doffy withdraws them from your needy cunt. You whine out a garbled mess around Crocodile’s cock and Doffy just tuts you. “Uh uh uh, guests first sweetheart. You need to make him come before you can.”

Desperate to please, you turn your attention onto the man in front of you and moaning around his cock. He cusses and pushes in deep which makes you gag and drool once again. You pull back and swirl your tongue around the tip, digging your tongue into his slit.

You treat him like he’s the most delicious lollipop you've ever had, licking long stripes along his length and suckling the top while you stroke the base. He laces his fingers in your hair and fucks your pretty face till he comes in your mouth, coating your tongue in his seed.

“Good girl.” He grunts out and Doffy giggles, moving behind you and violently thrusting his fingers back into your pussy. You lie back against him and moan loudly, your juices are coating his hand and dripping onto the floor.

Crocodile swoops in close, kissing your cheek and rubbing quick circles around your clit and his cold rings brush against your skin making you shudder. You draw tight, grasping tightly onto the men encircling you and you come violently with a cry and spasm.

You pant, trying to calm yourself down and collapse bonelessly into your husband's arms. “Yeah, she’s really good at that.” Crocodile says begrudgingly, petting your head.