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monarchberrysblog · 2 months

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𝔩𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔲𝔭

18+ Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader

Summary: After arguing with Miguel over a touchy subject, you both come to a consensus.

Content Warning ⚠️: Soft! Dom! Miguel, Dacryphilia?, Praise (from Miguel), little nicknames (Mainly cariño and neña), and a little bit of Miguel being a complete munch. (if you don't know what that means, you're too young to read my content.) The reader is a pillow princess, overstimulation (nothing new), and unprotective P in V. (wrap it before you tap it). Miguel talks the reader through it, and Miguel cries. (I wish I were playing) (NOT PROOFREAD) (OOC MIGUEL)

Word Count: 3.1k+ words (holy shit…)

Author's Notes: Well, this occurred to me while soaking my hair in rice water 😭 But in all seriousness, here’s something sweet but smutty 😗😋 Hope you all enjoy it. If there are some plot holds, I'm sorry. I've been busy recently.

To my girlies who have a praise kink, your secret is safe with Miguel. 💌

It had been two weeks since you spoke to Miguel, let alone share a bed.

Miguel regretted that he yelled at you or how he compared you to Dana, his former lover. The truth was, you were far better than Dana. You were kind, patient, and understanding of his responsibilities as Spider-Man. He didn't know what came to him when he compared you, a literal angel, to one of the worst partners he'd dated beforehand.

You remained a pillar of support and unwavering patience throughout his double life. Despite the countless tasks, you never once complained. You were there to tend to his wounds at the odd night hours, offering comfort and care. During the frigid winter months in Nueva York, you never failed to have a warm and nourishing soup ready to soothe his ailing body. But now, asking him to come home soon was too much?

"Dana would never complain about me coming home late!"

"Well, I'm sorry that I'm not her!"

The same argument returned for the last few days until one instance ended it. It was the same argument managed, but he managed to end it—not as you expected.

"I should have never dated you! You are so demanding. Dana would never be like this." The second he finished, he covered his mouth with his hands quickly and backed away from you. He wanted to take back his words, but you didn't give him that advantage. Your silence felt suffocating to hear and to be around. But the sight of your lips quivering and your eyes at the brink of spilling tears. The urge to run to you and to beg for forgiveness rushed through his veins.

Before even having the opportunity, you are running away from him into your shared bedroom, like a small rabbit running away from its predator to seek shelter in a small hole in the ground.

As soon as Miguel laid eyes on the scene before him, his stomach turned, and he felt like he would be sick. It wasn't just that he had acted up—the complete lack of remorse he felt at that moment truly frightened him. Meanwhile, seeing you trying to hold back tears made the situation unbearable. But when he heard you weeping in your bedroom, the guilt he felt just got magnified.

The sound of thunder boomed throughout the apartment complex. Usually, this made you want to grab a soft blanket and snuggle in Miguel's arms. However, the events that led to this said otherwise. He was out in Nueva York while you were bedridden. The sensation of your pillow against your cheek buried away the melancholy and the tears that your poor pillow always caught whenever you got upset.

The now old Victorian complex now creaks and settles down every other occasion. The sound of a muffled evangelical leader seeped through the thin walls, despite the number of complaints Miguel had told the older man to turn it down. But now? The preaching from the frustrated man drowns out your sorrows as thunder continues to rumble throughout the complex.

The window sliding open greets you, snapping you out of the evangelical preacher's words. Veering over your shoulder, you see your boyfriend, Miguel, crawling back into the apartment, closing the old window, preventing the downpour from creeping in and soaking the red oak floors. The sight of him changing into his sweats and undershirt was enough to make you blush, but you ignored your instincts. The simple 'hey' he greets you made you toss and turn on the bed, ignoring him.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the words "Cariño, por favor" uttered from behind you. Your mind was racing, and you wondered whether to turn around and face him. The temptation to forgive and forget lingered in your heart for a week, but what he had said had left an unforgettable mark. The hurt and pain were too much to ignore, and you knew deep down that it was time to move on—even though you were too adamant for your good.

A small sigh of defeat fills the mere pregnant pause in the air as the bed creaks under the added weight on the bed before settling down. The blankets bunched around your chest and near your chin comforted you despite the smell of it being your favorite fabric softener combined with his scent. "C'mere…" He groans, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into a spooning position. A loud whine from you wasn't the response he was expecting. He expected a giggle when he did so, but an adverse reaction said otherwise.

"Please don't be upset, cariño. I didn't mean what I said about, well—" Miguel suddenly stops. There is no other way around it. He messed up big time, and can see the hurt in your eyes.

You weren't Dana, something that Miguel always took for granted—the memory of having to deal with someone so parasitic, like a brain-eating amoeba, was emotionally draining. Even thinking about it is enough to make anyone tired. The emotional unavailability was the thing that got to him when it came to her, knowing that she wasn't waiting for him and cared about herself instead. The artificial bullshit was the only thing she desired, such as the dates and the gifts, not the emotional side of things, such as aftercare.

"What I said, it was true. You're not like Dana," A pause filled the space as you waited for him to continue. "You're not her, and it's something I adore." The simple kiss to your temple made you liquefy in his arms, but you remained silent, giving the silent treatment. "And I'm sorry about what I said; it was something I said in the heat of the moment." A nuzzle to the pillow was the only response he received, along with the low rumble of thunder.

As his lips touched your temple, a wave of gentle affection washed over you. The kisses continued to rain down softly, dotting your forehead, cheeks, and finally, your lips, like a fluttering of delicate butterfly wings. A tiny grumble left from you, not wanting to cave into his little kisses and advances that you ever so adored dearly.

The harassment of sweet kisses ended after ten minutes, and you turned your body to face Miguel. "…hey."

"Hey, cariño…" He hums, sneaking a kiss to your lips, which you allow. "…hey." You repeated, not knowing what else to say. "Hi." Miguel chuckled from the back of his throat and planted another kiss on the forehead. You stayed silent for the longest time until you looked up at him from where you rested your head on his chest. "I'm sorry too—" Miguel covered your mouth with his hand, nearly covering your entire face. "No, don't apologize. This argument was all my fault." He pulled his hand away from your lips, and a subtle sigh left.

"I shouldn't have exploded over one little thing. You rarely ask for me to come home a little sooner." His fingers combed through your hair, occasionally fixing some knots. "It shows that you care; you want me to be at home, safe and warm…" The pitter-patter of rain continued to play a steady tempo like a metronome at an adagio, not too fast, yet a bit slow. "I'm sorry for giving a poor excuse for blowing my anger at you. It was… stupid." He breathes out. "I had no reason."

You hummed and nuzzled closer to him. "I forgive you…" You mumbled, soon curling up to him for his warmth. "I should have known that asking for you to come home sooner is a bit too much—" You were cut off once again with a kiss on your lips, muffling your words. After you stopped and returned the kiss, Miguel pulled away after a moment and ruffled your hair.

"No, cariño. None of this is your fault. The blame is all on me." He rubbed the back of your head with his hand, lightly massaging the nape of your neck with his thumb. A small chuckle escaped from him. Seeing your messy hair makes him smile at the sight you gave him. Usually, you would throw a fit about how you looked, especially when the two of you went out. But now, you seemed loosened up and mellow.

He embraced you tightly, nuzzling into your neck as soon as you returned it. "I missed you so much… I don't like being mad at you," you muttered, slowly rubbing your fingertips against the nape of his neck. Then you started playing with his hair. A small smile formed on your lips as you felt his soft waves against the pads of your fingers. "Even with your suit, your hair is always soft. It never fails to surprise me."

Miguel only gave you a chuckle before pulling you to rest on his body and planting a long kiss on your lips, which you happily reciprocated. The soft, supple kisses soon evolved into something hungry and messy. The soft caress around your waist soon became handsy and coping with a feeling of being on one another. "I missed you, nena…" He mumbles in between kisses.

His kisses moved from your lips, leaving a small trail from your neck to your collarbone and, finally, on your plush lower stomach. “Nena… let me, please…” With a rush, you nodded, rubbing your thighs together slowly. "Here, let's help you out…" Usually, the man would rip your underwear off, but this time, he held back. He patted your hips lovingly, gesturing for you to raise your hips. "Raise your hips for me." You obeyed immediately, soon squirming out of your underwear and helping Miguel.

His arms hooked around your thighs, dragging your upper half down onto the mattress and having your pussy close to Miguel's lips. "Look at that, that kiss got you all wet…" Before complaining that you could feel his breath against your sensitive clit, Miguel indulged himself, devouring you slowly and slurping any remnants of your arousal. "My god, you taste so good…" He shuddered in between your folds and soon probed his tongue at your entrance. The light flicks from the wet, active muscles tease you enough for you to grasp onto the duvet underneath you and moan deep from your throat. "Oh fuck, fuck me with it…"

Hum is the only response you accumulate as you feel the wet tongue slowly tease your fluttering hole and soon feel Miguel lightly push his tongue at your fluttering hole. A small, needy moan filled the space while the wet muscle made you arch your back against the mattress. "Fuck, I want it inside…" You urgently whine.

"What do you want, cariño? Use your words, m'kay?" He muttered, slowly pulling away from your pussy and taking the time to savor you.

"I want it…"

"You want what? Please tell me what you want." He cooed to you and rubbed his thumbs against your thighs. The light breathing against your clit and entrance didn't help your case. Your high was making it nearly impossible to get on top of him and to take regime.

"I want your cock… please."

After a few moments of your demands and feeling his soft breathing against your pussy, he slowly slid you back down onto the bed, laying you down on the bed gently. "C'mere…" Miguel whispers sweetly before he gently holds you close and slowly rubs his aching length against your folds. The sensation of the fabric of his sweats rubbing against your bare skin was enough for you to moan at the feeling. "Wait, this feels…" He paused and looked down at you. "Are we okay? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You could hear the sheer panic in his voice, but you only nodded, giving him the green light.

Reaching down, your hands worked quickly, and you pulled on his sweats and boxers. A low groan emits from Miguel, feeling his dick get freed from the restrictive clothing. "You wanna hump on my cock like a good girl?" He mumbles out heavily, slowly lowering himself and allowing his length to rub in between your folds slowly. "Oh god, slowly. Slowly, cariño…" He urgently breathes out, slowly letting his bulbous tip rub against your clit. The burning yet slippery sensation slowly builds up. The slow, sensual rubs are enough for more arousal to build up, making it feel like a slippery slide thanks to your arousal and Miguel's precum. "Mierda…"

"Do you want me to fuck you, and do you want my babies?"

You nodded immediately, squirming in underneath him on the mattress.

"C'mon, grab it and slide it in. You know how to do it."

It had been weeks since you'd had sex with Miguel, especially since the argument about Dana; it almost had been a month without any intimate contact. You slowly reached for his cock and lightly tapped his tip against your entrance, a little nervous about how it would be a tight fit. "Miguel?" You slowly whined, still holding onto his aching cock. "Do you need any help?" He hums, slowly getting himself comfortable. "It's been a while…"

He nods before he grabs his cock and helps you slowly push himself in. "Shit!" He suddenly hisses out, barely letting his tip inside of you while you claw at his arms and groan. "You are tight…" You looked down and saw that your poor partner barely kept it together. "Give me a moment, nena…" He murmurs out quietly, slowly thrusting his tip at your entrance.

"Just the tip?" You sweetly suggested, looking down again, seeing how desperately he wanted his length to disappear by simply slowly pumping into you. "Maybe… Just the tip…" Miguel nods, slowly letting his tip probe at your entrance.

The sounds of labored breathing and moans filled the apartment, drowning out the evangelical preacher from next door, along with the angry bangs from the other neighbors. "I want you…" You breathed out, slowly feeling him sink in his length until his happy trail brushed against your clit. "Then you can have me. I'm yours to do as you please." His voice was like warm molasses, a sweet honey running down with sweet venom.

Another shout from the older man next door causes Miguel to roll his eyes as he slowly thrusts into you, allowing his mushroom tip to brush against your cervix. "Shut up!" Miguel yelled out to the angry neighbor and returned his focus to you. "Can we go a little faster?" You meekly suggested while slowly moving on his length. "Ay, cariño…"

The sensation of his length twitching inside of you is enough to have the man nearly cave in and thrust into your fluttering walls to end the slow overstimulation on his tip. "Easy, easy…" He breathed out weakly, slowly grasping onto your hips. His talons digging into your flesh felt like tiny needles lightly prickling at your thumb while sewing. "You're a little tight, and it's been a hot minute." His breathy groan filled the space immediately, slowly moving in and out of your fluttering hole. Not listening to his demands, you began to move your hips down and slid with ease, allowing your arousal to cream on his length. "Let's piss the neighbor off."

It was a sick, twisted fantasy to anger your neighbors, especially with the fact that y'all had thin walls in the time-old apartment that could drive anyone crazy. Mainly because the older neighbors around y'all are rowdy and complain about every little noise you or Miguel produced, most the sound of a blender or even if some music played a little too loud to their liking. But to you and him, it was time to get back at them and be as noisy as possible.

His pace was languid yet deep, taking his time while letting out low, rough grunts. “You're doing well, cariño.” You respond weakly by letting out a mewl and only let your fluttering wall convey the message more. “I'm trying…” You whined, bringing him to your embrace. “Can you go a little faster?” You plead, feeling the slow, delicious burn from his girth. “You sure? I don't want to hurt you.” He nuzzled close to your neck, leaving tiny kisses.

“I can handle it.” You pant, slowly sink yourself into him, pushing yourself down on him. The veins running down his length brushed against your clit deliciously, with a loud mewl filling in the apartment. “Please, please, please.” You plead out loud. “I'm on birth control, please.”

“I want you to—” One quick thrust ended your words. A sudden scream of pleasure filled the space, feeling Miguel’s merciless tempo. “Oh fuck! Yes! Keep it at that!” You demanded while being underneath him. “Baby, I'm a little—”

The wanton moans filled the space while the banging of the neighbor on your apartment walls made this nothing but filthy. “Shut up!” Your hoarse demands filled the space while you banged your fist against the wall. His unrelenting tempo continued, feeling that burn you ever so missed desperately.

The wet, squelching noise made the scene more lewd for Miguel, along with your shared bed creaking underneath the two of you, barely holding on with whatever strength it could conjure up. You are underneath him while he can feel your arousal coat his length along with his precum. The pace felt nothing but filthy and desperate. The feeling of tiny water droplets landed on your cheeks, causing you to wipe them off before you look up and see your partner, your usual aloof, stoic partner, shedding tears before you. The rough pace continued as you clawed at his back, leaving faint, red marks before you felt your rippling finish come to you and embraced Miguel tightly. “Please, I'm close…”

With one single thrust, you felt him twitch inside you before putting his heavy load in you.

“You okay?” You peeped out to him while feeling him slowly slide out and wiping away his tears. “Yes, I'm fine. Just overstimulated myself a little.” Slowly, he pulls out, earning a tiny groan from you and immediately pulls you into a warm embrace. “I didn't hurt you, did I?” You shook your head no, taking in shallow breaths. “No, I'm okay. Just a little sore.” You mumble quietly. Little sore was an understatement…

“C’mere…” He pants out, pulls you into a warm embrace, and plants soft, lazy kisses on your temple and cheeks. “You did so good…” The lazy, slow presses of his body against you felt like a weighted blanket, along with his chest heaving against yours. His hands roamed your body, allowing his fingers to trace light patterns and memorize you. “What do you want for dinner, cariño? Do you want me to prepare you something or do you want that one pizza you like on Main Street?” He murmurs from your shoulder, not wanting to get off of you. An incomprehensive mumble is the only thing that responds to him.

“Pizza it is, then.”

#miguel ohara x reader smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel smut #miguel ohara smut #miguel x you #miguel fanfic #miguel ohara fanfiction

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xo-cod · 9 months

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a/n: if it doesn't make sense my bad. i'm not rlly good at writing smut LOL but smut with simon :") pls ignore any mistakes, i know it's ooc 🫣 feel free to request with any of the 141 + konig :") <33

mdni!! 18+

cw: cockwarming, dry humping, p in v, eating out ☠

simon ghost riley ♡ who loves to wake you up by eating you out. he can't help himself when he sees your sweet face on the brink of waking up. he sneaks down the sheets, settling between your thighs. his cheeks are already pink, eyes blown with desire while he gingerly moves your panties to the side. he's too desperate to pull them all the way back.

his tongue licks a long strip, shivering in delight as he licks you again. and then he's sucking on your clit so eagerly like a man starved, his own hips grinding into the mattress as he groans into your wet cunt. his hands grab your thighs closer around his face while he continues to lick and suck you. your hand pushing his head deeper into your aching core is all he needs before he holds your legs higher.

his tongue worked you so deliciously bringing you closer, swirling around your bud. he pulls away for a few seconds, sucking the sensitive flesh so lightly and perfectly this time. the heat unravelling on your lower abdomen, the familiar waves of pleasure hitting you. your legs shake and tremble as the orgasm comes slamming down on you. resulting in your hips lifted off the bed and releasing all in his mouth. the mere force of it leaves you panting and breathing deeply while he lightly hums, lapping at your essence. making sure he got every last drop before finally he releases you from his mouth with a soft chuckle and peeks his head back up from the blanket

"g'morning my love"

simon ghost riley ♡ the only man that can have you between the line of pleasure of pain. when you're so overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks at yet another orgasm he's trying to coax your body into having when your nails are clawing into his back, muffled whines in his chest as he continues to angle his hips in deeper. he feignes sympathy, kissing your neck as he shushes your pretty sounds. it's not his fault you just feel so good around his aching cock, you wanna be his little plaything don't you?

so he brings you into a mating press, groaning as the new position allows him to thrust in a little more deeper. his hips are sloppy, his breaths coming out in short burst while he brings the two of you closer to edge of pleasure. you're not sure what you're feeling, everything is swimming in your head and yet he's never felt so good. he coos in amusement, kissing your lips as he holds your waist down while your legs are shaking around him

"c'mon lovie, doing so good for me. just one more for me, yeah? fuck-, such a good girl"

simon ghost riley ♡ who got jealous one night when you were both out having a nice dinner. he saw just how flirty the waiter was and even if you didn't reciprocate any energy back, he still felt the need to make you as his. so he took you by hand and to the nearest bathroom to pound his frustrations into your eager cunt.

he's not usually one to simply have his way with you whenever but tonight was different. every thrust, every spank, all of it hit so different especially when you know the reason why. your hands are clutching the sink as he holds your hips higher, practically growling in your neck when he can feel you tighten.

you're biting your tongue to stop any whimper come out when his every thrust feels like your eyes are going to roll back into your head everytime he hits that special spot within you. he doesn't grant you any mercy, pounding deeper everytime you move. and when you're squirming underneath him, he's already using his knee to separate your legs even more so he can penetrate you deeper

"c'mon let them hear how pretty you sound. let that waiter know exactly who you belong to"

simon ghost riley ♡ who came back from deployment a few days earlier than he thought, so incredibly desperate for you. it'd been too many days, he was going simply stir crazy without your touch. and he practically moaned when he saw you in the blankets, a soft look on your face as you hold him close.

he's so needy tonight, he doesn't even make it out of his boxers as he eagerly bucks into you. soft moans falling from his swollen lips, his hands clenched around you tightly while he's singing your praises.

he was just dry humping you, the only sounds were his soft whines as he came closer to his relief. you opened your legs a little more to help aid him and he could've fallen apart then and there, babbling at how good you feel when his breath hitched. he's close, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried into your neck as his hips continue to rock against yours desperately.

he whimpers when he slowly begins to stop his pants soiled with his release. his breathing is erratic as he mumbles out his apology, still holding your close.

and finally simon ghost riley ♡ who cockwarms you early in the morning, muffling his whines into your neck because you feel so tight and good around him. he resists the urge to eagerly buck his hips into you, not wanting to ruin the moment but you feel so good he can't hold it back.

he loves the closeness the both of you have, his arms encasing you between his warm body as he pushes slowly into you. he stretches you over his cock, mindful not to go too fast for you this early in the morning. you look like an angel under him, he can't help but press a few tender kisses to your face in pure adoration.

there's no rush, the morning is quiet and calm. the sun barely rising over the horizon. he's too sleepy to go any faster, his hips going at a leisurely pace in and out of your walls. he can feel your muscles clenching around him, indicating just how near your climax is. but he doesn't stop even when you've come, still moving his hips into you enjoying how you felt around him.

"t-that's it baby, easy easy-- fuck so good f'me-"

#simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley x y/n #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley x reader smut

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nouvxllev · 2 months

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Hiiii!

Could you write one for G!p Jenna x fem reader smut, where they are on their honeymoon going at it like rabbits, a few weeks after coming home they find out reader is pregnant?

Thank youuu

so-called "honeymoon phase"

Pairing: G!p!Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: request!! ^^

Words: 7.2k

Warnings: this is a long long one, just immediate smut, pregnancy ofc,

a/n: hellloooo and yes i definitely can!!! thank you sm for the request!!!!! i need to see jenna in more thom browne outfits ohmygodddd

masterlist.

"Jenna… O-Oh my God, f-fuck, baby, please…!"

Jenna's relentless thrusts rocked your back against the cold and hard surface of the kitchen island, feeling her cock stretching and filling you up, breaking you down to a whiny and desperate mess for her to satisfy herself.

A pathetic whine escaped your lips, letting her penetrate you even further as you feel your eyes roll back in pleasure while your legs— weakened by the amount of times she gave you countless of orgasms— were thrown over Jenna's shoulder, her hands digging into the skin of your waist, keeping you steady while she slammed you up and down on her hard cock.

Her mouth hung open, hot breaths followed by low moans eliciting from her pretty lips, a bead of sweat starting to form on her forehead as she kept bucking her hips deep inside you. "Fuck, y/n..."

You can feel her eyes roaming on your body, relishing in the way you look so fucking hot under her control; your eyes swelling in tears as you tried your best to muffle your sounds, your neck down to your chest littered with red markings and hickeys, your boobs bouncing along with her thrusts, your back arching everytime she slams you back on her dick, your ass red with markings of her hands coming down on you, your pussy slick with your own cum mixed with hers.

You looked so perfect with her thick cock sliding in and out.

The kitchen was a mess, especially the counter beneath you, now slick with your combined juices mixed with Jenna's sloppy pre-cum.

For what felt like a pleasurable eternity for hours on end, Jenna had taken full control over your trembling body, relentlessly driving her thick cock into your well-abused cunt while your desperate pleas of begging her to stop fell on deaf ears—ignoring your screams and moans as she rammed her shaft deep inside you.

"You're... f-fucking me so good, Jenna, oh God!"You squirmed beneath her, unable to do anything but uselessly cry out her name which sounded like an addicting lustful melody to her ears as she continued her assault on you. Her intent was clear—she wouldn't stop until your vision flicks dark.

Jenna looked fixated on this sinful sight of you, on how you were on the brink of tears from her harsh thrusts—your heated expressions being one of the things she loved the most when you were beneath her.

With each forceful thrust, she seemed to plunge deeper, her cock disappearing and reappearing in your tight heat while your clit glistened with slick and arousal, turning bright crimson red as Jenna overstimulated the poor sensitive bud, placing intense pressure as she pressed two of her fingers against it, rubbing with intensity that didn't seem to dwindle down.

"J-jenna! No, no, please, stop! Too much, I—" You cried out, eyes squeezed shut while your head pulled back as you feel another wave of an orgasm ripping through you, wrapping your arms around Jenna's back, your nails digging into her skin.

The smacks of skin on skin, Jenna's grunts and soft moans, and the wet squelching of her cock driving into you was enough for you, your pussy constantly clenching and unclenching around her hard length.

She tilted your chin up, your eyes meeting with someone lustful and dark, "Be a good girl and look at me, yeah?" Jenna's pace quickened all while moaning in immense pleasure. "I wanna see your pretty face fall apart beneath me."

"Yes, Jenna!" You screamed as your body arched off the counter to to accommodate her size, "Oh, fuck, don't stop!" She pulled back, her tip lathering on your slick before slamming back in, your pussy clenched around her cock that you struggled to take in full, a large bump visible on your abdomen.

Your hands reached over to Jenna's stomach, hoping to find something to hang on before you feel like you might pass out from her thrusts, feeling her labored breaths through her chest.

You can tell that she was close to her climax too.

"I need to pull out, y/n..." She whispered, her voice all too hot and raspy. Her hands that were seated along your sides a moment ago snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to her, her body tensing up, "'m gonna cum..."

"No! No, please, d-don't go!" A whiny, and all over pathetic, choke of a beg left your abused and marked lips, the though of Jenna pulling away from your pussy was just simply unbearable. "Fill me with your cum Jenna, please!"

"Are you sure, baby?" Jenna husked, her breath getting heavier with each slam.

You clung to her desperately, the hand that was on her stomach trailed over to her forearms, your nails digging into her skin as if you were trying to anchor her to you.

"I can take it..." You whined, begged, pleaded her, "p-please, I can take your huge cock, I'll—mmhph!"

Jenna's lips were pressed onto yours immediately, her lips leaving a faint taste of your juices earlier when she ate you out and with the faint flavor of her lipgloss, tilting her head to grant her even more access.

It was almost embarrassing how you kept moaning even when she has your lips latched onto yours, a string of saliva appearing everytime she tore her soft lips away.

Your hands rushed over to cup her cheeks, bringing her face impossibly closer to yours as you opened your mouth to let her hot tongue slip into yours, your fingers roaming all over her skin while you traced the contours of her face and neck as she made out with you, her tongue sinking in deeper and deeper, fighting a battle you soon surrendered.

You can feel her movements becoming more erratic, desperate, her rhythm starting to falter, yet she remained focused on you and your pleasure alone; her lips never leaving yours as she felt the knot in her stomach tightening.

Jenna tore away from your lips, a whine escaping your mouth from the loss of contact alone, "Fucking slut," she rasped, removing her grip from your body and slapping the plump curve of your ass, "You're gonna cum with me, alright pretty girl? I want your perfect cunt filled with our cum. You can do that for me, right?"

The sting sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as she delivered a sharp slap to your ass that echoed across the room and managed to elicit a whimper and a gasp from you, your brain reprogramming itself to a primal need within yo to obey her every word.

"Yes, Jenna!" You moaned, your eyes rolling back and your toes curling while a string of desperate pleads left your mouth, begging Jenna to cum inside of you. "I want your cum, baby, please, I need it—Oh, God, fuck!"

Your body came before you can even react, a guttural groan and a pornographic moan came out of your lips while you felt Jenna burry herself deep inside you, her cock pulsing and twitching against your walls as she spilled her hot seed inside of you, her body shivering yet continued doing slow and long strokes to your cunt.

"Jenna! Shit, Jenna!" You cried out her name as you came undone, your chest heaving in exhaustion while letting the both of you ride out eachothers orgasms as you kept purposely clenching against her dick while she kept thrusting.

After a moment, Jenna collapsed against you. You feel her cum going no where but leaking onto the kitchen counter. Her breath came in ragged gasps, almost like she ran a marathon as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

You look over to her once you came down from your own high, her messy fringe falling over her eyes with her head down low, her hips unintentionally bucking against your wet cunt, her body still shaking with pleasure.

It didn't take a while before she lifted herself up.

And it was still so amazing that her cock was still so hard even if it was still inside of you after cumming in you for like, what? Four times since the both of you woke up in a hot sweat after another intense fuck earlier night that left you silly and senseless.

She looked down at your puffy folds that covered her dick in a new layer of cum, her fingers reaching for your clit to coat them in your own slick and smear it against your lips, a sadistic smile finding its way across her face.

"Look at you… such a slut for me." She relished in the way you immediately opened your mouth to clean her fingers all on your own, your lips hanging open as you gave her the perfect view of your tongue swirling against her fingers while you looked up at her with the prettiest and desperate doe eyes.

"My perfect slut to fuck."

You hummed in agreement, the corners of your lips twitching into a smirk while your mouth eagerly kept sucking on her fingers as you savored the taste of your cum mixed with hers as you moaned softly against her digits, saliva coating her skin.

You know how much she loves it when you put on a show for her.

She called you her pretty girl, slut, whore, cumslut, or maybe her good girl if you obeyed to her orders (which almost never happens), and it always never fails to make your pussy throb in delight and the musky scent of her cock always managed to make you feel as if you were meant to be her cockwarming whore.

It's almost hard to believe this perfect girl was your wife.

"Yours," you whispered breathlessly as Jenna pulled her fingers away from you, drool trailing down to your neck as Jenna traced your body all the way back down to your pulsating heat, leaning in and kissing you dangerously near the lips but never granted you the satisfaction.

You were going insane. Sex and love drunk with her. “Want…" You gasped, words that you finally put together instead of something coherent coming out in a needy whimper as you rolled your hips against her.

She hummed, "Yeah? Want what, y/n?" Jenna teased, her lips tempting to hover over yours and place a gentle peck, her breath hot against your skin.

You whimpered in frustration as you try to sit up with your elbows, your body awaiting to collapse and pass out. "I want you," you finally murmured, your brain remained stuck in a sex drunk haze over her.

If Jenna's smile couldn't get any wider, you'd be wrong. Her eyes darkened just the slightest bit at your pleads as she leaned in closer, kissing your neck while she rubbed slow circles along your clit. "You want me for what, baby?" she murmured, "You need to be more specific to get what you want. You know me."

You let out a frustrated groan, you could almost roll your eyes if they weren't rolling backwards instead of the usual eyeroll, your hips arching up to search for the tiniest amount of friction. "Want your cock… Please."

"But I'm already inside you, pretty girl.” Jenna purred, her fingers slowly increasing in their pace, drawing figure of 8's on your wet and throbbing clit, making your hips subtly buck in stimulation.

"No!" You whined, slightly kicking your legs behind her, squirming beneath her body as you struggled to tell her want you want. "My mouth... fuck my mouth, Jenna, please..."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you baby?" Her hands found themselves in the strands of your hair, slightly tugging on them as she whispered, her words sinful, "Sucking my cock after I fucked you with it?"

"Please..." You whined, "please, I need it, I need you."

You were beginning to slip in that subspace to please her, your mouth opening and closing only to serve as symphony to Jenna's ears by begging and pleading your wants and needs only to be granted with nothing.

Until Jenna shifted her position without a word, pulling back slowly until her cock was free from your dripping heat, watching how cum kept gushing out of your hot cunt. The sudden absence of her dick from your walls left you feeling empty and achingly needy for more, a pathetic wind couldn't help but escape you.

Before you could ask her, Jenna's soft hands was on your hips, effortlessly lifting you up from the kitchen island and bringing you down to your knees as she reached for your shoulders and pushed you down.

"Beg a little more."

Jenna laughed, her lips curving into a grin as she watched you drool over her twitching cock, her hands reaching to grasp her length and began to stroke it up and down, grazing the tip with her thumb, clearly feeling herself without you. "Show me how much you wanna replace my hand with that mouth of yours."

The sight of Jenna pumping her shaft up and down as if your mouth deepthroating the fuck out of her cock wasn't sufficient to satisfy her needs, it was enough for you to beg almost immediately.

"Wanna whore out my mouth on your cock, Jenna." You pleaded, feeling your heart hammer in your chest as you begged for more, "Please, I need it so bad, wanna let you cum down my throat, please Jenna, pleasepleaseplease—"

You were cut off the moment you felt her fingers slip into the strands of your messy hair, pulling you close to her cock and smacked you with the wet length, smothering her pre-cum over your face. You were basically panting at this point, and you needed to stuff your face with her cock.

"Such a needy little slut," she murmured as she pressed her dick against your lips that almost drooled for her, your tongue darting out to wet your lips. "Open up for me, baby, let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours."

Jenna guided the tip of her cock against your lips, slowly letting you savor the taste of her dick before tugging onto your hair to push past your lips and inside of your warmth.

You eagerly welcomed her inside, your mouth stretching to satisfy her thick length as she pushed deeper and harder until she reached the back of your throat, feeling her cock sliding against your tongue as she filled you completely.

You moaned against her cock, feeling your eyes rolling at the back of your head, your spit going no where but drip down your chin. You wanted her out, yet you wanted her deeper, harder, faster.

Jenna's grip on your hair tightened once she began to slam your mouth onto her cock like she always does with your cunt, a relentless pace that continued in all holes that had you gagging, spitting, and whimpering with how much you're struggling to take all of her.

"S-such a pathetic little bitch in heat, oh fuck!" She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling to the back of her head while both of her hands were tangled in your hair, fucking you with fervour as you wrapped your lips so good around her dick to suck her eagerly.

Your tongue swirled around her length, your hands wrapping themselves around her dick to jack her off when the rest of her inches wasn't deep inside of you. You wanted to rest, just for a few moments if not for Jenna ruining your mouth every second.

The sting in your eyes was painful, and the way you realized you aren't used to her large size made you all the more suffer, her thick girth invading every space inside of you.

"Oh, you perfect girl." Jenna groaned, the relentless thrusts of her hands around your head to her cock and the way she was bucking her hips into your mouth made it all the more satisfying for her, "D-deepthroating your wife like a whore."

You reveled in Jenna's praise, looking up at her and giving a little fist-bump to yourself by making America's #1 IT girl become a trembling mess in your hands.

"'M gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours," she breathed out, "and you're gonna swallow every last drop."

Jenna's thrusts into your warm mouth grew urgent, desperate, simple breaths became a challenge to her.

With a final guttural moan, she slammed your head on her cock, your nose meeting with her abdomen as she emptied herself inside of you.

Jenna's warm load flooded your mouth, closing your eyes as you tried to swallow all of her, letting her ride out her climax with your mouth accompanying every inch of her still throbbing length inside of you.

Once she relaxed, she let go of her firm grip on your hair and you pulled back, licking your lips and savoring the taste of her on your tongue. You wouldn't say it outloud, lest you wanted another delicious and pleasurable fuck with Jenna, you loved the taste of her cum in your mouth and how you looked so hot with her slick all over your face.

Jenna almost collapsed if she didn't catch herself at the last minute on the edge of the counter. Her breaths labored and heavy yet again as she basked herself in the afterglow of her orgasm.

You give her finally softening dick a chaste kiss on the tip before standing up and wrapping your hands on her waist, leaning in to place a tender kiss on her lips and another to one of the freckles that littered her pretty face. "Did I do well, baby?"

Jenna's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile appearing on her lips with those dimples that you always adored as she looked at you, laughing at how much raspy and husky your voice was after sucking her off.

The both of you were together for almost 10 years, and you never got tired of that smile. Much more so her laughter.

"You were perfect, Y/n, as always. You know that," she replied, "Are you alright? I didn't hurt you?" She wrapped her arms around you in reciprocation and pressed a kiss to your lips. "Oh, God, I can taste myself."

You chuckled softly, "If it makes your day any better, you taste amazing, Jenna. And, yes. I'm fine. More than fine actually!" You kissed her again before pulling away from her grubby hands and bending down to retrieve your lingerie randomly thrown on a spot on the floor.

Jenna watched you with crossed arms to hide the fact that she was resisting herself and using possibly all her might to not go for another round. "You're teasing me."

You grinned as you straightened your back, holding the lingerie in your hands as you turned to face Jenna. "How'd you know?" you admitted, "it's not my fault you can't resist fucking me every second."

Jenna let out a feigned, mock shocked expression, "I'm not even like that!"

You scoffed, walking pass Jenna to get her boxers yourself, "So you're telling me when we got home to our rented beach house for our honeymoon, you decided to fuck me on every surface and continued to do so until we both passed out because...?"

Jenna's lips twitched. "Okay, well—Okay, maybe I am like that. A little bit." She stammered. "You just have that effect on me!" She replied with an exclaimed shrug, trying to look innocent but, of course, she's failing miserably.

You chuckled, "Sure, blame it on my blatant irresistible charm," you tossed her boxers in her direction, shaking your head as you put on your rather drenched undergarments.

She almost looked shy when you turn to her, complete the opposite of that dominant aura you felt around her just mere moments ago. "Did you... did you like it? The sex, I mean."

I swear, I could marry this woman all over again, you thought to yourself before approaching her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I wouldn't have been screaming your name all night if I didn't."

Jenna's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, her dimples appearing visible than ever, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she put on her boxers. "Oh, thank God. I would've off'd myself if otherwise."

You pressed your lips onto Jenna's, giggling as you felt a small smile form beneath you, "I bet the food on the table turned cold. And also probably swarming with flies."

"You can't bet on something that's already so obvious you're gonna win!"

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It was already noon when the two of you ate breakfast. And you were right. The food was cold. But it was fine, you can handle a cold meal if you were manhandled by a hot woman.

Ever since you and Jenna finally got married after years of dating eachother, you were living in pure bliss.

After the wedding and horribly, gutwrenching, romantic and truly poetic vows coming from Jenna that made you cry even after the ceremony, the both of you decided to go on a honeymoon trip on a much more coastal setting to take your mind off of work and her mind off of Hollywood.

But you wouldn't have predicted that Jenna would fuck you on every surface she could rail you on with the possibility of you passing out on every single one of them.

In the span of a week, Jenna came in you atleast twenty-five times and that wasn't even including the times she pulled out. You were thankful you packed a fuck ton of birth control pills anyway.

You didn't know what came over her or how did she exactly get the stamina of a rabbit fucking their mate, but you couldn't be mad. Not ever. You enjoyed every moment on how she roughly fucked you well into late night everytime the both of you went home.

Or maybe the times where she fucked you in public.

You couldn't count the number of times Jenna had teased you in public, or how her touchy hands kept exploring every inch of your body as you tried to maintain composure surrounded by countless of tourists, or maybe how many minutes—hours, even— she would spend begging for you to pack a sex toy for the both of you.

Obviously, that ended up with Jenna getting a 10-minute scolding.

But aside from sexual activities you and Jenna somehow couldn't get enough of, the both of you enjoyed time spent with each other by going on walks with the soft breeze hitting your skin, swimming around and just floating on water, boating, diving, just basically anything you could do in the Bahamas.

Now, unfortunately, the trip has to come to an end somehow.

"Our flight leaves early tomorrow, baby." You reminded her, the hot water and steam coming from the shower hitting your skin was far too relaxing.

Plus, your wife was right behind you. Massaging your scalp with a shampoo she always uses, humming a tune that the both of you loved and even used as your wedding theme. It always makes you so happy and excited whenever you have the exact scent as Jenna.

"Alright," she cooed, leaning in softly from your side and planting a kiss to your soft cheeks that you couldn't help but smile at. She always had this effect on you, and it never wore out. "I'll help you pack."

You turned to face Jenna, unknowingly having a wide smile across your face. "You don't know how much I love you, Jenna. I don't know how I will ever repay you."

It was moments like these you forget on how much Jenna actually loves you from the deepest, darkest depths of her heart. She could literally be possessed by some evil spirit, yet she would still find a way to show the light you always loved in her.

Jenna chuckled softly, dipping her hands on the water to clean them before reaching up to cup your face. "I love you too, baby. Too much." She leans in and presses a gentle and tender kiss on your soft lips.

"And, also, you can repay me by..."

"Jenna, we are not fucking in the shower. Again."

"I didn't even finish my sentence!"

"Your mind and dick think alike more than they should."

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Jenna, being Jenna, somehow got through your defenses and convinced you to have yet another quick fuck in the shower. You hate not being able to resist to those big brown, simply down-right gorgeous, doe eyes of hers—they were unfortunately and simply irresistible in your gaze.

After drying off and struggling to walk out of the shower without clutching the walls as support for your weak and shaky legs, you both went to separate rooms to tidy up and organize luggage.

Not long after, you heard the familiar voice of your sweet and lovable girlfriend wife peeking through the door, bundled up in her sweats with a blanket draped around her shoulders. "Y/n?"

"Jenna!" A smile spread across your face as you rose from your angel-sitting position, arms open wide to invite her into a warm hug, in which she immediately crashed and melted into your arms, returning the hug with equal tightness if not more.

"Are you done?" Your hand gently ran through her hair as she buried her head in the crook of your neck, offering a subtle massage to her skull. "You look cozy as ever."

You felt Jenna sigh against your skin, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "No, I just missed you," she murmured softly.

You chuckled, "We were literally just one room apart."

Jenna scoffed as she looked up at you. It was almost unbelievable this was the same woman who was ruining you moments before. "Is it a crime to miss my terribly gorgeous and incredibly talented wife?"

"If you keep looking at me like that, it might be," you teased back, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You're too adorable, baby."

"I could say the same about you, pretty girl" Jenna pulled away from the hug after giving a playful wink, settling comfortably on the king-sized bed offered by the beach house. A pile of unfolded clothes dipped to her, which she began to fold and toss in your direction.

The perfect wife, you'd say so yourself.

"…Is that my hoodie?" She paused, hesitating for a moment before tossing you a a neatly folded piece of clothing. "I was wondering where it went."

"Oh," you glanced down at the clothes you were wearing, realizing you had been wearing Jenna's hoodie without even realizing it. In your defense, it was easy to forget she had her own wardrobe when you spent so much time together. She often wears clothes bigger than her size anyways. "Yeah, I guess so," you chuckled.

"I used up all of my clothes, so I figured you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some of yours," You gestured to the garment over your hands, finding it to be one of yours, used yet it still had that faint scent of perfume.

You'd think it was all in good fun, that you were going to leave this honeymoon alive until you caught Jenna's gaze. It was unusually intense, dark, as if she was playing Wednesday Addams. "I'll return it, Jenna. Don't worry." No, you won't. There is not even a single time in your life where you actually returned her clothes.

But you knew that look all too well—it was the same one she gives you when she's about to completely bend and fuck you that'll have you seeing stars in your vision until you're practically begging and screaming for her to stop.

"Y/n," she murmured, her voice laced with desire. It didn't take long before you noticed the unmistakable bulge forming inside her sweats. "Can you come here, baby?"

You didn't think twice before approaching her, not even taking a silent moment if you should tease her or not—you knew what that would get you.

As you approached her, Jenna's hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer until you were standing kneeling between her thighs, the cushion dipping ever so slightly as both of your bodies were pressed together.

Her hands were soft, hot, even through the fabric of her own hoodie you could feel it as they made their way underneath her your clothes. It was painful, agonizing, the warmth heat that was pooling between your thighs when you felt the bulge in her sweats pressing against yours.

"Jenna," you breathed out, hot breath that traveled inside her skin, slight laughter in your voice, "Are you seriously-"

Without a word or hesitation, she reached up and cupped your face in her free hand, drawing you mere inches away from her lips until you met her own. She was needy, desperate, like she was deprived of you.

"I'll love it when you finally decide to return my clothes." she murmured between each kiss, "But you know what I'll love more?"

"Yeah?" You whispered, hands pressed against her chest, feeling her head tilt near neck, pressing tantalizing kisses along your skin as she reached your ear.

"When you're wearing nothing but my clothes, bending over and letting me fuck you raw."

A low moan threatened to escape your lips as she painted kisses along your neck like you were a canvas for her to ruin. "Fuck," you whimpered, feeling yourself getting wetter for her, "Jenna, I—"

You were far too intoxicated, gone, like she took immediate control what your body wants as soon as you caught her length erect and free from her sweats, pumping down on her cock as she looked up at you.

"Jenna," you whined as her fingers dangerously sliding into the waistband of your own sweats, "We have an early flight tomorrow."

Her breath, warm against your skin, "I'll set an alarm, baby, don't worry." She whispered as she slowly discarded your pants along with your undergarments, searching your eyes for a slight chance of discomfort or a chance you'll pull her away.

Of course you didn't. Jenna was persuasive with her words, and amazing with her cock inside of you. How could you ever decline her?

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You woke up at 3:30.

Atleast 30 minutes before Jenna's alarm.

The room was quiet, dark, peaceful—most especially when you have a pair of soft and loving arms wrapped around you like you were a teddy bear Jenna couldn't be bothered to throw out even when she got older.

Way too in contrast than the way she fucked you well into passing out.

It took long before you were out of her cuddly grasp, hearing her soft whines as you shuffled yourself out, only to realize your legs were far too exhausted to even walk to the bathroom.

Maybe she was too good.

You looked like a mess in front of the mirror. A hot one. Every patch of skin was replaced with faint marks and hickeys all over your body, your hair disheveled, and Jenna's hoodie you were wearing was horribly stained with lines and ropes of dried cum.

Fuck, she was driving you insane.

"Y/nnnnnn...!" She groaned out for you outside of the bathroom. You turned around with your toothbrush in hand, only to see she was standing in front of the door with her body bundled up tightly in blankets.

Oh, so now she can be cute and adorable?

You couldn't help but chuckle, a faint smile leaving your lips. Jenna looked equally as disheveled, but it was unfair on how absolutely gorgeous she still looked. Still, you couldn't believe you were even someone she loved.

"C'mere, Jenna." You exclaimed, putting on toothpaste as you look at her, "Don't bring the blanket."

She all but walked towards you, crashing into your body as she kissed caught your lips in yet another kiss.

You let out a soft chuckle against her lips, grabbing a hold of the edge counter while you stumbled back as Jenna moved her body right against yours, deepening the lock she had on your lips.

She always felt tender, gentle, right in all words. Maybe peace even. Her presence was familiar as her lips were. Like a second home to you.

"I'd like to continue my routine, baby," you smiled, breaking the kiss but you kept her close, your foreheads resting against eachother.

"Mm," she hummed, closing her eyes as she made her way to your neck, kissing all the way down, "And I'd like for us to go back in bed and—"

"Jenna." You interrupted her, a stern voice you had even if you so and desperately wanted her to ruin you yet again, you gently pushed her back and kissed her on the lips. "We have a flight, remember?"

She, being the lovely Jenna Ortega you knew and loved, didn't have the heart to pull away from you. Her lips turning into the sweetest pout. "But I—!"

Unfortunately for you, you became somewhat immune to her pouts. After 10 fucking years.

"If we get there in 7, I'll let you do anything to me."

The phrase 'anything' wasn't everything to Jenna. Unless it happened to be coming from you. That's the time where she gets interested and everything in her way gets blown off the face of the earth.

"Anything?"

"I'll let you fuck me on the plane."

Before you knew it, everything was packed and the beach house was so tidy, you'd think the both of you never went on a honeymoon. Plus, the both of you arrived at 6.

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It was a few weeks after the both of you had arrived at Jenna's apartment, or much rather your apartment too.

Till that day, you will never forget how good she fucked you on that plane. Bent over with your panties stuffed in your mouth and her cock ramming into your pussy while you watched yourself get fucked from behind in the mirror.

But one thing was for certain: Thom Browne was a gift from the fucking heavens. You might have to praise and worship him everyday for granting the world Jenna Marie Ortega in Thom Browne Clothing™

It was shameful for you to admit, but it took all your willpower and resistance to not pull her by that stupid tie she has on, pull down everything from her skirt to her boxers, let her slam your cunt down on her cock and let her completely ruin you from behind. Or maybe you'd ride her until you're fucked into oblivion.

It was a crisp morning of another day Jenna in your arms like always.

Nothing changed when the both of you got married, just the way she would always introduce you to her friends as her wife. Even if they already met you like a thousand times.

She was so proud of it, you'd think she wiped off girlfriend from her vocabulary entirely and replaced it with wife.

Jenna, her body pressed against yours as she buried her head on your nape, her breaths soft and tiny on your skin, it always never fails to make you sigh internally and thank everyone and everything in the world that you were even born.

But her grip was tighter than usual. Her kisses happened almost every second, even if you weren't there with her. Everytime you were in her vicinity, she always manages to ask you if something was off or wrong about your day.

Obviously, this wasn't completely out of the ordinary. Jenna was a sweet and overall caring lover to you, but it's almost everyday.

She wasn't acting weird, but you were.

You found yourself feeling more tired than usual, your body ached of pain, and certain smells made you nauseous out of nowhere. Of course, Jenna was the exception, her scent always manages to calm you down. But without it, you'll simply spiral.

At first, you brushed it off as stress or just a normal change in your routine after the honeymoon. It definitely wasn't your period, or so you thought, since often times they come and go irregularly.

You'd think it'll be alright, that it was just a cold.

Until you start feeling nauseous, bile coming out of your throat even if you hadn't eaten anything.

Shit.

Fuck, no, no.

Please, no.

"Y/n! Y/n, oh, God, are you okay?"

Everything was falling apart, you'd think to yourself.

That was until Jenna's voice brought you back alive.

"Y/n!" She yelled in front of the doorway, her eyes look worried. Concerned, maybe even a tinge of sadness from them.

She found you huddled on the floor, clutching your stomach as a pregnancy test thrown beside you out of a fit of shock meddled with anger.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, no matter how much force you exerted to push them back up. You don't want to cry, not in front of her. It breaks your heart. But how could you if she's looking at you like that?

"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke through the haze, kneeling down while her hands softly pulled you into her embrace as she moved your hair out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, soothingly rubbing on your back as she waited for a few seconds to talk. "It's okay, Y/n. I'm here, I'm so sorry, it's okay, I'm here with you. You're safe."

"Y/n, talk to me, please." Her voice quivered, her bottom lip shaking as she cupped your cheeks. "You've been acting strange, please tell me what's wrong, love."

You felt Jenna's touch grounding you down, leading you to peace and something alike to home.

"Jenna. Jenna, I—I'm pregnant."

Your voice cracked, tears threatening to spill over as you struggled to find the right words. It wasn't the news you dread, but Jenna's reaction.

Would she kick you out? Would she reject you? Would she tell you that she's disgusted, embarrassed? She definitely would. You'd think to yourself.

You expect her to yell at you, leave you in a devastating state, that she'd divorce you and you were never even allowed to show your face to hers ever again. Fear and doubt crept into your mind more than it should've. Jenna loved you, more than anything else, more than herself. Would she love you now?

"....What?" Her hand fell from you, her mouth hung open. Was she devastated? Mad? Joyful? Angry? Happy?

"I—I'm so sorry, Jenna." You cried. You cried to her, you couldn't even show your face yet you cried—weeped to her. "I must've skipped a pill, or I—I just forgot to take one. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—I didn't mean for this to happen, I—" Your explanation felt meaningless, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to fill the void of silence Jenna gave you.

The bathroom felt colder, emptier.

But there was always light in the darkness you've pushed yourself in. You're lucky enough for your light to be someone you loved.

Jenna's arms were wrapped around you in a mere second, like she only now processed the information, pulling you into a tight hug. Her touch was warm, light, happiness, comfort, everything. Like you fell in love once again.

"We're pregnant…" She whispered into your ear, you can feel a smile forming in your lips. But that was hard to believe.

It was surreal, almost unbelievable when you first saw the results. You were worried about her reaction, but hearing Jenna say it filled you with nothing but happiness and excitement. You leaned back slightly to look into her eyes, seeing the joy you hoped to see reflected in her gaze, but much happier.

"Holy shit, you're pregnant!" She exclaimed, a wide smile—dimples and all—appeared from her face. She was joy in of itself, her smile brightening as the corners of her lips looked so satisfying to kiss.

"Wha...?" You opened your eyes, only to see one of the prettiest ones gazing at you as if you gave her life. "You're.... you're not mad?"

Jenna's smile only widened at your question. You'd think devotion couldn't get any higher, but Jenna always succeeds in tearing down your expectations and happens to build new ones.

"Mad? Why would I be mad, baby?" she said softly, "I mean, sure, it's a bit unexpected, but…" She paused, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair away from your face as well as a tear that escaped your eyes. "I couldn't be happier. I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was going to be."

God, you loved this woman. Is second marriage possible?

"Oh, my God, this is the best day of my life! Well, apart from our wedding day, of course. Wait, am I gonna be a mom? Holy shit I'm gonna be a mother, you're gonna be a mother! Oh, I'm so going to introduce her—or him— to our favorite movies! Well, maybe not in their baby life, but later! Oh right, What should our childs name be? I was thinking of a mix of ours, maybe—"

You couldn't help but laugh through the tears, and how absurd it was how Jenna was already planning a future for your child with her on the bathroom floor. Her energy was infections and those people all over the internet saying that she's just like her character Wednesday, or she has no soul.

They're dead wrong. She's like peace that comes with conflict, she's every living poets dream.

"Jenna, slow down for a bit," you chuckled. "You're getting ahead of yourself."

But you couldn't deny that you were just as thrilled as she was. "You'll be amazing as a mother, I'm sure of it."

Jenna nodded, "I'll keep you and the little one safe. Dating me—let alone letting the whole world know we're married—it'll be a handful." She took your hand, kissed every individual knuckle there is, as if she was promising an oath she'd take to her afterlife.

"I love you, y/n. So much. Shit, I can't believe we're gonna have a child!"

You laughed. "Same here, baby. I love you too, Jenna."

Maybe you did enjoy this so-called honeymoon phase.

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J: hey, y/n, is it weird i wanna fuck another one into you? Y: if you say it like that, it is.

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a/n: i loved writing this request but im not so exactly proud of how i worded it. idk, lmk what yall think! this was originally going to be 10k+ words because of the countless amounts of sex scenes i added, but i thought that was too much. + kinda amazing how i could switch from writing the fluffiest shit there is to straight up porn on paper. (partially dedicate for u babes xx @ajortga ill post more sub!r in the future)

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x female reader #jenna ortega #jenna marie ortega

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bau-drabbles · 9 months

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a/n: if it doesn't make sense my bad. i'm not rlly good at writing smut LOL. but smut with hotch :") pls ignore any mistakes, i know it's ooc 😩🤲

mdni!! 18+

aaron hotchner ♡ who loves to wake you up by eating you out. he can't help himself when he sees you're sweet face on the brink of waking up. he sneaks down the sheets, settling between your thighs. his cheeks are already pink, eyes blown with desire while he gingerly moves your panties to the side. he's too desperate to pull them all the way back.

he pulls away for a few seconds, sucking the sensitive flesh so lightly and perfectly this time. the heat unravelling on your lower abdomen, the familiar waves of pleasure hitting you. your legs shake and tremble as the orgasm comes slamming down on you. resulting in your hips lifted off the bed and releasing all in his mouth. the mere force of it leaves you panting and breathing deeply while he lightly hums, lapping at your essence. making sure he got every last drop before finally he releases you from his mouth with a soft chuckle and peeks his head back up from the blanket

"g'morning my love"

aaron hotchner ♡ the only man that can have you between the line of pleasure of pain. when you're so overstimulated, tears running down your cheeks at yet another orgasm he's trying to coax your body into having when your nails are clawing into his back, muffled whines in his chest as he continues to angle his hips in deeper. he feignes sympathy, kissing your neck as he shushes your pretty sounds. it's not his fault you just feel so good around his aching cock, you wanna be his little plaything don't you?

he brings you into a mating press, groaning as the new position allows him to thrust in a little more deeper. his hips are sloppy, his breaths coming out in short burst while he brings the two of you closer to edge of pleasure. you're not sure what you're feeling, everything is swimming in your head and yet he's never felt so good. he coos in amusement, kissing your lips as he holds your waist down while your legs are shaking around him

"c'mon honey, doing so good for me. just one more for me? fuck, such a good girl"

aaron hotchner ♡ who got jealous one night when you were both out having a nice dinner. he saw just how flirty the waiter was and even if you didn't reciptste any energy back, he still felt the need to make you as his. so he took you by hand and to the nearest bathroom to pound his frustrations into your eager cunt. he's not usually one to simply have his way with you whenever but tonight was different.

every thrust, every spank, all of it hit so different especially when you know the reason why. your hands are clutching the sink as he holds your hips higher, practically growling in your neck when he can feel you tighten. you're biting your tongue to stop any whimper come out when his every thrust feels like your eyes are going to roll back into your head everytime he hits that special spot within you. he doesn't grant you any mercy, pounding deeper everytime you move. and when you're squirming underneath him, he's already using his knee to separate your legs even more so he can penetrate you a lot deeper

"let them hear how pretty you sound. let that waiter know exactly who you belong to"

aaron hotchner ♡ who came back from a long case, so incredibly desperate for you. it'd been too many days, he was going simply stir crazy without your touch. and he practically moaned when he saw you in the blankets, a soft look on your face as you hold him close. he's so needy tonight, he doesn't even make it out of his boxers as he eagerly bucks into you.

soft moans falling from his swollen lips, his hands clenched around you tightly while he's singing your praises. he was just dry humping you, the only sounds were his soft whines as he came closer to his relief. you opened your legs a little more to help aid him and he could've fallen apart then and there, babbling at how good you feel when his breath hitched. he's close, his arms wrapped around your waist while his face is buried into your neck as his hips continue to rock against yours desperately. he whimpers when he slowly begins to stop his pants soiled with his release. his breathing is erratic as he mumbles out his apology, still holding your close.

aaron hotchner ♡ who cockwarms you early in the morning, muffling his whines into your neck because you feel so tight and good around him. he resists the urge to eagerly buck his hips into you, not wanting to ruin the moment but you feel so good he can't hold it back. he loves the closeness the both of you have, his arms encasing you between his warm body as he pushes slowly into you. he stretches you over his cock, mindful not to go too fast for you this early in the morning. you look like an angel under him, he can't help but press a few tender kisses to your face in pure adoration.

"t-that's it princess, easy easy-- so good for me-"

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anantaru · 1 year

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✦ ۫ 𑄼ల۫ ۪ DEC 18TH — WARMING YOU UP

featuring: kaeya, venti, zhongli, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, kazuha, ayato x fem! reader

warnings: n.sfw, dacryphilia (venti), ૮⍝◠ ·̫ ◠⍝ა | event.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

you allowed yourself to lay back into the soft cushions of your bed.

you do not speak, but your breathing was fastened by the blissful wrap of kaeya's arms around your parted legs.

now right here and there, the sheer motion of his face lowered itself into you, the growing heat within your core sank down through your bones, covering the entirety of your nerves with the throb of your soft pussy yearning the touch of your lover.

"there?" from the start, he will tease you, always, tickling the desperation out of your now crumbling body as you mewled sensually, your eyes pulling daggers into his bronzed skin.

your fingers quickly got a hold of his long hair, fondling through the unruly strands to keep him as close to your most desired place as possible. "t-there."

"you're breathtaking when you're so open for me, you know that?"

with your eyes sliding close upon perceiving his warm breath on your tingling clit, you fell back to indulge, time stilling.

for some it might seem like nothingness, but the way kaeya handled your body couldn't be described in its totality.

easy, tender and without added pressure, as if you were to break under him any moment. His eyes were gentle too, the glow of love was visible on his dilated pupils, covering his blue eyes.

"let me take care of you beautiful, it's okay."

before anything, kaeya was gathering enough spit on his tongue, he prodded the wet muscle out to slick around the entirety of your spongy folds, smearing the filth on your pussy.

kaeya treasured your taste, the sweet scent and your hitching noises whenever he pranced his tongue deeper, buried himself past your labia to hit your clit, so close and maddening, you couldn't possibly hold back the desire to forcefully push him down your ache.

the unbearably sensual combination of his wet and skilled tongue had your brain laced in pure ecstasy, building your arousal with little to no control left on your body.

✦ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

at first, you barely felt the handiwork venti put you through, after all his fingers were simply stirring over your warm cunt, not doing much.

you could say it was a slight habit of his, he'd always prepare you before fucking you roughly into wherever he had split you open on.

you were aware that your boyfriend was in fact, a little piece of shit, who never knew when to stop annoying and teasing the living hell out of your being.

but even then, even when venti realized you were on the brink of crying from overstimulation, he wouldn't stop himself right away because you see, in a way that sinful expression was what he wanted to be gifted with in the first place.

"your reactions are so cute."

he murmurs into your ear, his voice was so kind and tender, but the menacing tendencies in them made you shake, the complete opposite of his pseudo sweetness was viewable when he used his fingers to relentlessly fuck in and out of your clenching hole.

it didn't surprise you on how skilled venti was with his slender digits, it's as if he had you figured out from the start, letting you grind into them.

how come you didn't even have to show him your favorite spots the first time he had you splayed under him?

this man had targeted them from the very start, fumbling himself deeper within you gooey walls while messily fumbling and touching you with his roughed up finger pads.

"v-venti please, i can't anymore."

his sight suddenly widened, the beginning of one tear, just one, would surely have more follow suit and he knew, he always did.

in a single motion, venti drew himself to you while kissing away the lonely warm tear that drooled down your cheek, gathering it on his lips before messily licking it up.

"come on now darling! i'm almost done and you're doing such a great job for me, i'm truly flattered!"

the brief stilling of his fingers wasn't held long as he adjusted his pace, digging himself to the hilt into your sobbing sensitivity and remembering to curve his digits up whenever he met your desired spot.

he slipped in and out in a chorus of rough strokes with your hips beginning to do circling motions into them, meeting his filthy touch while fluttering and twisting around his thin fingers.

his grin would never slip away, not when you're looking like this, fucked into delirium from nothing more than a mere of two digits.

✦ 𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

zhongli muttered dirty nothings into your ears, things he wanted to do and experience with you and your person alone.

fuck, he needed you right now, his cock was desperately straining his pants and causing him to heavily pant out through his clenched up jaw.

"m-my control is fading." he's grunting, digging his hands into the disheveled sheets to regain some of that long lost control.

it was safe to say that his slacks were already ruined by your slick covering and drenching them in whole. You knew he wasn't done with you yet, not now, not ever, his stamina was out from this world.

but really, it was his fault and not yours!

no one forced him to slowly grind his hips and dry hump into you, rubbing his hard hidden member on top of your drenched swollen pussy.

"i-i need you, zhongli."

you responded weakly, with a husky voice as you propped your hips up to show him your messy pussy, stretching your legs farther apart as he carried on with rutting himself on you.

he was shamelessly grunting and groaning before he forced himself to speak to you, "my hunger for you will never be queried."

quivering in response he had you caged underneath and you were accepting it, maneuvering deeper, zhongli rubbed both his clothed member and the rough material on your drenched nerves, urging you to moan in bliss.

his fingers brushed beneath your chin to hold it up, motioning you to his hungry lips as he captured you in a languid kiss, feverishly pulling his tongue out to bury it into your wet mouth.

on this, you weren't struggling to imagine how the curve of his throbbing member would feel like, the pressure inside your core mounting, cry on cry.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

at a single push forward, you got caught in utter euphoria, sudden tension thrumming through your frame as kaveh dragged himself past you with your swollen flesh capturing him fully.

"f-fuck." his whines were music to your ears, how they were slightly higher than his normal voice, primally to his initial tone, he had now become a cursing little mess.

"h-how are you still so tight for me, hmm?"

how your boyfriend couldn't control himself was gathering your cheeks within a warm sensation.

his over the top dirty talk didn't help one bit, kaveh could overdo himself quite a bit in that aspect but you didn't mind, it was a compliment from how far gone your pussy could make him.

you, of course, couldn't blame him, kaveh prized how tight you were, how you twisted and throbbed on his shaft without a single care in this world. How your sloppy cunt was all the more messy with him stuffing you full.

his little darling surely knew how to drive him into despair, unbearable madness without a way out, not before he cummed at least and covered you in his bittersweet cum.

"fuck baby you're so tight, f-fuck, you want me dead."

and again, your body shook and squealed at his sudden smirk, his before slow hips skillfully working, pressuring additional pleasure into your core.

your spine was curved up now, grimly bending and arching at another punctuated rut from your boyfriend who had nothing else in mind than making you cum first, he had to.

you were so unbelievably ravishing tonight, his loins were on fire from nothing more than your crossed eyed face, chin covered in drool and spit with your cries turning louder each thrust.

the combination on your lower area of both piercing pleasure with faint pain laced around it was addicting, every fiber of your consciousness gathering itself into the depths of your skin before it dissolved into nothing more than total submission to your lover.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

tighnari's interest in you sharpened the moment he had seen you, so for him to have you in all your glory now, bare and beautiful, while bouncing up and down his cock, felt surreal.

was he really not dreaming right now?

truly, he thought he was imagining things, the moment passion took you over, this one time, not one of you was able to walk away, not when the tension flowing through you was as defeating as it, well, was.

"i-is this all you got?"

what a jerk, obviously he was his usual self, even while you fucked his brains out. Tighnari couldn't hold back his filthy tongue, not this time and probably not ever.

his hands were helping you rub yourself back and forth yet they haltered at last, sliding all the way up your bouncing breasts to grab them, catching them in his palms, suddenly squeezing the flesh with a squeal escaping you next.

"fuck, tighnari!"

you mewled at the rough fondling of his hands, arching your back while additionally applying more pressure on your already burning hips. "you're too rough."

it was gruesome, that's what it was, you were certain he was intentionally not helping you out much, he just had to have that last dwindling string of control you both eagerly grasped after.

"let me hear you, come on." he let his hands rub circles and spirals over your swollen nipples before forcefully pinching them in between his pads, catching you off guard.

you could only give him a lost embarrassing smile, his words made you all giddy with your head feeling heavy. All the greater was your work on him now, his slick covered cock was slipping out of you carelessly and the sharp pain from before was barely to be perceived at all.

well, well, you were still a panting mess from the fast tempo and it wouldn't take you long until you practically collapsed your body on top of his from over exhaustion.

before you knew it, you were already met by the thrill of his own authority when he pulled you down to sharply share a hard kiss. His lips were hungrily seeking yours, leaning into your softness with his mouth framed in an annoying smirk.

the result of it was now with tighnari thrusting up your heat, so unbelievably fast and messy, the pain in your legs was surely fleeting but now you could barely feel them if anything, almost as if they had turned numb from the sheer strength behind his sloppy cock.

all the cries and moans were filling the room that had a piercing scent of sex and pleasure, your whimpers were all the more thrilling and archons, tighnari would make sure to have you remember this night.

✦ 𝐂𝐘𝐍𝐎

cyno simply refused to keep his mouth shut while you were suckling on his cock all too well.

after all, he wanted, no, needed you to know on how good you made him feel and how thankful he was for your skilled tongue twisting around his shaft, grating perfectly over his impressive cock.

the blood in his groin was hardening and pulsating roughly throughout his entire length, his hands grew cold from the sensation of your mouth sucking blatant euphoria on the tender, thin skin.

if only you were aware he was fantasizing about this scenario all day while at work. He knew better than this but couldn't stop himself regardless, cyno groaned louder now, shuddering as you massaged his balls in your warm palm.

another swallow lifted off him when he lowered his head to watch you suck, rub your sweet lips up and down his swollen cock, the drool messily blurting over the entirety of his member, without leaving his balls uncovered.

as tired and low lidded as his eyes were, he still didn't once close them, the sight of you on your knees for him, it's certain you were going to feel it in your legs the next day.

he gathered the courage to drag you down further, making your mouth take him much deeper until you physically weren't able to proceed anymore.

"k-keep taking me like that."

his voice was beginning to be raspy now with the additional breaks of his words. You took a deep breath through your nose and gulped a little, flexing your throat while being stuffed full as you proceeded, this time faster.

"a-archons, you're amazing."

your mouth was assembling enough spit and cum together to have it as comfortable as possible for cyno, he craved it that way. As much as he denied said fact, the messier it got, the harder he'd cum in you.

you persisted to keep it going, as always, to get him over the edge and let him cover your face in his white milk you gravely yearned for this night.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

kazuha's breath was heavy on your collarbone with his teeth nibbling the dampened skin.

you could be such a brat sometimes and he knew, he always did. Yet despite his usual gentle nature, kazuha could be quite rough with you, more so when you obviously displayed traits of a sweet, little brat who didn't know any better.

did you do it on purpose? obviously. But who wouldn't do it if their boyfriend would react the exact same way as kazuha did.

he's barely touched you, at all, only gently nudging his upper leg over your sobbing folds as he watched you bubble with further excitement, that without you knowing, would never get satiated.

"hmm how interesting." his voice was always gentle, but this time it had something menacing to it, something that wasn't able to be looked into, his eyes were glowing with both desire and anticipation.

all the fondling had heightened your senses, had made you more sensitive and salivating at his growing reaction standing up while throbbing in his hand.

his next words were followed with a punctuated rut with his leg on your tingling walls, "hah- it seems like you're close, don't hide it from me now." the grin on his face made you gasp with your spine rolling upwards, your cunt slicking him all up without giving a damn.

it was sort of embarrassing to you, to be placed in a position like that.

the fact he hadn't touched you properly yet and you still were a wet swollen mess, smearing him full and aching at every little pleasure he'd inflict on you.

he had you in such a sensitive state now, both your body and mind, it was as if he had taken over the authority in your entirety, letting you bear the weight of his punctuated ways to make you scream.

continuing to grate his leg into you, sometimes harder sometimes with only a small amount of added pressure to switch it up, your gasps had only gotten louder and entailed.

"i might make you cum if you're nicer to me next time."

✦ 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓𝐎

ayato could never deny the fact that eating you out relaxed his muscles and spirit, it's a required daily thing for him to do whenever he saw you.

as luck would have it, he was especially skilled with his sloppy muscle, making sure to gather enough spit on it to plaster it on your folds first, proceeding down to meet your gushing hole.

planting an additional kiss on your heat made you roll your eyes back greatly, the sense of worship each kiss had was mesmerizing.

because, yes, ayato worshipped you, his wonderful darling, your pussy was so fucking hot and ravishing, he wanted to bury it in his cum and claim you in so many more ways imaginable.

the back and forth of both tender suckles and rougher licks on you developed a tightened grip on your stomach with your muscles crying out, it was intimate and surreal, how much you missed him was insane.

ayato was slowly stroking a hand down from your chest to your navel before gathering his thumb over your clit to press right past the flesh of your pussy to hit the spot particularly well.

with your next squeals of his boldness, his eyes met yours in a thrill of hunger, "i'm not done with you yet." a sweet grin laced on his swollen lips as he drew himself back in, working both his tongue and thumb in sync.

his hair strands would fall into his face to hide his intoxicating features with your hands quickly catching them to smoother them back.

you settled on the soft sheets underneath with your eyes pointed to the ceiling until falling close at last, crying out at his electrifying way of savoring your being.

maybe it was due to the fact that the both of you rarely saw each other, but whenever you got intimate with it would turn better the more you had been apart from each other.

the hunger in his antics was immediately to be recognized, so dearly when ayato began to hump the mattress under him with his hands keeping you tightly to his head, groaning breathlessly.

smearing your slick over his cheeks, his warm breath wasn't anything but cooling, the growing mewls he pulled out of your throat had him moan into your pussy, over and over, his tongue now swiping alone your hole to swallow the huge amount of liquids that had sank down from you.

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sapphic-serenade · 7 months

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Hiii can I request fyodor, Nikolai and chuuya hcs with a s/o who is extremely sensitive and emotional? Like the slightest things could set them in tears.

"Too Much?"

pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky | Nikolai Gogol | Chuuya Nakahara x AFAB!reader plot: Fyodor, Nikolai and Chuuya with an extra sensitive reader word count: 1.2k contains: Established relationships (separate), pet names(gn), orgasm denial, edging, use of toys, fingering(f receiving), spanking, oral(f receiving), dacryphilia if you squint, overstimulation, gentle sex, possessiveness, praise, kisses and hickeys a/n: yayyy first req! any feedback is appreciated 🖤

♥︎ Fyodor ♥︎

Being sensitive and emotional doesn't initially seem like something Fyodor would want in a partner, but when it comes to you...

Oh, he loves it.

He finds comforting you enjoyable. You always seem so content and calm after he helps cheer you up, and knowing that he was able to make you feel that way fills him with pride.

He doesn't mind when you get upset either, mostly just because you don't get emotional over the most important things. It's always a quick fix, so it's not a big deal to him.

Sometimes when he's too busy he can't always be there to comfort you, so you either have to deal with your emotions on your own or simply wait. If, though, you can't find it in you to wait and you bother him long enough, he'll just make you cry even more.

Fyodor loves to edge you and control when you cum.

He might finger you and pull them out right when you're on the brink of an orgasm, or maybe he'll stick a toy inside you and leave you alone for a while, ordering you not to orgasm until he returns.

Nothing gets him harder than being able to hear your distant desperate please and cries for him to come back and fuck you.

Fyodor couldn't tear his eyes away from you, sprawled out on your shared bed as your arousal trickled down your inner thighs and puddled on the bedsheet. You squirmed as his fingers slid in and out of your pussy, and Fyodor watched in satisfaction at how such minimal effort on his end was enough to make you write around in tears. "If you wanted me to be more gentle, then you should have behaved yourself, myshka," he told you as he increased his pace. Your moans and cries grew louder, and you clawed at the sheets as tears spilled from your eyes. Fyodor, however, appeared utterly unfazed, aside from the clear amusement he felt from watching you unravel on his long, thin fingers. "You knew that your actions would have consequences, yes? Then perhaps...you wanted me to punish you? How naughty." He smirked down at you, before removing his fingers from your warm hole and forcing them into your mouth, making you taste your own arousal as you whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

"Were you about to cum, my dear? You poor thing, and so quickly too. But you're going to have to earn it first."

♥︎ Nikolai ♥︎

He thinks it's soooooo cute how sensitive you are! And he LOVES to tease you.

He thinks your frustrated pouts, watery eyes and the way you fold your arms in annoyance is just adorable. He can't help but push all your buttons to see all the little reactions you have.

Nikolai also loves to tease you in the bedroom, but we'll get to that in a second~

He likes goading you into snapping at him, at which he decides a punishment is in order for you, and so...

He lays you over his lap and spanks you. Nikolai is really, really good at slapping your ass, making sure his large, gloved hand makes impact with your body in a way that stings so good.

He'll make you count how many times he's spanked you, and decides himself when enough is enough. If you lose count, then he'll just have to start again, won't he?

He knows when he goes too far though, and when that time comes he'll apologise, reassure you and cuddle you for as long as you need, and then just to make sure you know you're extra important to him, eat you out until your legs won't stop shaking.

You had lost track of the amount of orgasms Nikolai had given you, and you certainly couldn't bring yourself to try and remember right as you were on the edge of one more. His tongue prodded invasively at your cunt, arms tightening around your thighs as they began to shake. "Mm? You gonna cum again for me, doll?" He smirked, licking a clean stripe up your slit and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. You nodded, biting your lip to try and suppress a sob. Nikolai chuckled and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly and sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. You let out a moan as your body froze, and your partner hummed in satisfaction as you creamed all over his face. As you rode through your high, thighs clamped around his head, he gave them a few reassuring strokes with his fingers, despite his tongue darting in and out of your soaked pussy. You whined loudly at the feeling of overstimulation, but he just pulled away with a devious grin.

"You can give me one more, can't you, sweetheart? C'mon, I know you can. Just one more..."

♥︎ Chuuya ♥︎

Chuuya is a scary man. He yells, he's brash and hot-tempered, and he's violent. But he cannot ever bring himself to treat you in such a way, especially with how you are.

He makes no effort to hide that you're his favourite person in the world. When talking to you, his tone shifts to one much more kind and soothing, and he touches you as gently as one possibly could.

He's a great partner, in short.

...

...bUT-

There's just something about the way you get when you're upset, the way you come to him for comfort, snuggle into his side and reply to him in little hums and sniffs.

It triggers his possessive side, strangely. And when that happens he wants to make you know how much he cares about you and wants you to be happy.

Chuuya is a gentle lover, caressing every inch of your body with the softest touch and kissing everywhere his lips are able to.

His thrusts are slow and sensual, comforting praises spilling from his lips nonstop as he fucks you.

That being said he does leave a lot of hickeys and marks all over your shoulders and neck, just for good measure~

"God, baby, you feel so good," Chuuya groaned, leaning down to press a few open mouthed kisses across your collarbone. Your fingers carded through his hair as you responded in a high-pitched whimper, legs wrapping impossibly tighter around Chuuya's torso. Every thrust of his, he buried himself as deep inside you as he possibly could, hitting your cervix in the most delicious way that only he could do. "So good for me, darlin'," he murmured into the crook of your neck, "I love you so fuckin' much, you know that?" His words only exacerbated your impending orgasm, and when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders he pulled his head back to look into your eyes, wanting to watch your face contort in pleasure as you came. Chuuya thumbed a tear from your cheek, cupping it as you squeezed onto his shoulders. The feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock made him grunt as he came right after you, the sudden staccato of his thrusts making you gasp and yelp in gratification.

"You feel amazing, babe. Oh, fuck- you always do so well for me, I don't think I could ever get enough of you-"

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slytherinsrule89 · 20 days

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Okay so how about the reader being from Hufflepuff and she hangs out with the slytherin gang . They all think she's cute and hot but you're too innocent. So like just a fic with the reader being innocent and tempting while the guys try to control themselves hehe they'd be so frustrated that they can't just fuck you right away because you're their sweet little princess but the amount of fantasies they have building up is isnaseeeee

Hello lovely! Thank you for the request :)

You were driving them all to the brink of insanity. Without even realizing it, you had practically planted yourself in their minds.

The way they thought about your beautiful smile, pretty eyes, gorgeous hips, sexy hips, your sopping wet cut squeezing around their cocks.

If this was any other case the boys would��ve fuck you the second they saw you. However it wasn’t.

You were a Hufflepuff. Nothing wrong with that of course, except for the fact you were way too innocent for them.

The dirty jokes and comments were thrown right over top of you but something inside each of them seemed to enjoy that.

But it certainly wasn't their cocks. Because if it were then you’d be naked right now being fucking into the mattress repeatedly by each guy, taking turns with your innocent little cunt.

Almost too innocent that they’d barely be able to even fit their big cocks into you.

Tears would be streaming your face so overstimulated as they would continue whispering sweet nothings and constant praising.

Promising you’d only have to go one more round but end up having about five more.

First time they were ever close to breaking was during a prank war with the Gryffindors. They had ended up dumping water all over top of the common room with a spell.

Fortunately yet unfortunately you were wearing a white shirt that day. One that quickly became see through revealing your baby pink bra that had the guys wanting to cum in their pants right on the spot.

Pansy had taken you to her dorm to change though before the boys could do anything. If you were left another second with them then your ability to walk would’ve been quickly taken away.

It was obvious to anyone else that you were claimed as theirs as well. No one questioned that. The way they followed you around to classes and Hogsmade trips, it was obvious.

Well, obvious to everyone but you. Just too sweet to even realize the amount of times they have to jerk off thinking about. That sweet smile that you’ll never know the effects of.

Hope you enjoyed 🤗

#slytherin boys #slytherin #:) <33 #blaise zabini #theo nott #tom riddle #lorenzo berkshire #mattheo riddle #anon ask #answered asks #smut #x reader

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miguelswifey04 · 10 months

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imaging Miguel fingering reader, basically bunch of times where Reader is overstimulated and Miguel just can’t get enough of the taste

miguel o’hara x fem! reader

cw: fingering, suggestive, nsfw 18+, smut; no plot, overstimulation/orgasm, crying from overstimulation, dub-con

miguel looks up at you, his brown eyes filled with and mischief. he can't resist the urge to tease you further, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your inner thighs before finally dipping between your legs. his touch is gentle at first, exploring your wetness with a curious finger. he smirks, knowing exactly what he's doing to you.

slowly, he slips a finger inside, feeling the way your walls clench around him. he curls his finger, searching for that sweet spot that has you squirming beneath him. you let out a whimper, and he can't help but chuckle darkly, enjoying every second of your pleasure.

miguel adds another finger, picking up the pace with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. your moans fill the air, intensifying the desire burning within him. he can't resist the temptation any longer and leans in, his tongue flicking over your clit.

he takes his time, savoring your taste, as his fingers continue their relentless assault. he knows just how sensitive you are, and he revels in the way you squirm and writhe beneath him. your overstimulation only fuels his desire, and he can tell you're close.

with one final flick of his tongue and a few more expertly timed thrusts, he pushes you over the edge. your body trembles with pleasure as you reach your climax, unable to contain the moans escaping your lips. miguel watches you with a mix of pride and satisfaction, his fingers still buried deep inside you.

but he's not done yet. he wants to taste you some more, to make you come undone once again. he continues to finger you, this time with a little more force, as he eagerly devours your sensitive flesh. the sensation is overwhelming, and you can't help but scream out his name as another orgasm crashes through you.

miguel doesn't stop until you're completely spent, your pleasure washing over you in waves. he withdraws his fingers slowly, licking them clean with a wicked smile. "mmm, you taste so good," he purrs, his voice thick with desire. "but i’ve only just begun to please you."

miguel watches your trembling form, a mix of satisfaction and mischievousness playing in his eyes. he knows exactly what he's doing to you, and he revels in the power he holds over your pleasure. without a moment's hesitation, he plunges his fingers back into you, his movements unrelenting. he finds that delicious spot inside you, stroking it with expert precision. each thrust of his fingers pushes you further into a state of ecstasy.

your moans fill the room as pleasure courses through your body, your senses overwhelmed by the relentless stimulation. tears stream down your face, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability, but miguel doesn't let up. he continues his minstrations, driving you to the brink again and again.

you’re caught in a haze of sensations, your body unable to catch a break. the intense pleasure becomes intoxicating, and you find yourself giggling between moans, the sensations causing a strange mix of pleasure and ticklishness.

miguel feeds off your reactions, his ego growing with each cry and giggle that escapes your lips. he finds himself enraptured by your vulnerability, unable to resist pushing you even further, determined to wring every last bit of pleasure from you.

he amps up the speed and intensity of his fingering, relentlessly targeting your sweet spot with precision. pleasure crashes over you in waves, each orgasm blending into the next until you're completely overwhelmed. you lose track of time as your body convulses with pleasure, gasping for breath and clinging to the edge of sanity.

finally, miguel relents, withdrawing his fingers from your throbbing core. he watches you with a mix of satisfaction and concern, his dark eyes filled with a hint of tenderness. he wraps you in his arms, holding you close as you come down from your pleasure high. “shh, it's okay," he whispers softly, stroking your hair. "you did so well, love. i’m proud of you. just rest now, and let me take care of you."

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @astro1bloom @obi-mom-kenobi @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit

#spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #🌱 lin writes #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o’hara x y/n #lin’s asks #♡´･ᴗ･`♡ lin answers #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel smut #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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just think of dacryphilia and how matthew would be into that

seok matthew x reader. blurb. explicit (minors dni). contains: afab bodied!reader, dacryphilia, oral (reader receiving), edging

it happened on accident. really, you must believe him.

matthew didn't mean to... guilt would rise up in him for a little bit but did you have to be that beautiful when tears were welling up in your eyes and spilling over your lashes?

he couldn't help himself adoring your tear stained cheeks, red waterline, and quivering bottom lip... his cock found itself adoring you too as it got painfully hard as he looked at you crying.

this was an interesting discovery for him. it'd give him an idea— he'd make it his mission to have you in tears when fooling around to test his depravity.

you were sweet and obedient— you'd do it, right? even when he wouldn't tell you of his plans? you'd definitely cry for him, right?

you were his angel because you did cry for him.

matthew was just eating you out yet here you were already overstimulated by his skillful tongue and nimble fingers. he indulged himself with you; depravity be damned.

he would find his gaze shifting to your face every now and then as he continued to eat you out just so he could admire your mouth hanging open to release whimpers and the salty tears streaking down your face— if you had make up on, you bet the mascara streaks would make matthew lose his shit.

he loved hearing how your voice contorted into sobs. was it from pleasure? or pain? he didn't know.

all matthew knew was that you were so cute holding on to his hair to find something to ground yourself on while soft mewls escape your alluring lips.

you'd end up begging— for what? again, the both of you had no clue if you wanted him to stop or if you finally wanted him to fuck you with his cock. you were simply out of your mind begging and crying for matthew.

it really shouldn't turn matthew on— your vulnerability —but it made him feral to have you be a sobbing mess. he knew you'd be like this for him.

he was sure you weren't even aware you were crying.

later on, matthew would come to find that not touching you for a while would have you be overly sensitive to the brink of tears. also edging? an easy way to get you to cry. he thought it was worth it to prolong your orgasm as long as he got to see you shake and sob under his command. (he wondered if you've caught on with his little obsession.)

oh, how he had a passion in learning ways to make you weep.

shh, don't worry, though. it's okay. your matty's here to caress your cheeks and whisper sweet nothings in your ear afterwards to show how good you were in letting him do what he wants with you.

you're so pretty when you cry.

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misterblanc · 1 year

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react (pt. II)

toto wolff x fem!reader

summary: toto takes his game one step further.

warnings: dirty talk, smut (sex toys, humiliation kink, mean!toto, daddy kink, squirting), inappropriate use of a bow tie [18+ MINORS D.N.I.]

notes: my need to get dicked down by this old man will never tire. check out part one if you haven't yet! (ignore the fact that i wrote pt. 1 in past tense, i hadn't yet learned that i'm much more comfy with present 🤪)

words: 2,689

❣️ dirty thangs under the cut ❣️

"I’d feel sorry for you if fucking your brains out wasn’t going to be the highlight of my evening.”

Toto's crude words echo in your brain as he half leads, half drags your overstimulated body down the hallway to the elevator, making you nearly trip over yourself. Your legs shake as your nerves are set on fire from the continuous vibration inside of you.

"Toto," your voice barely rises above a whisper out as he punches the call button. "Please, can you turn it off just until we get to the room?"

He takes a beat to look at your quaking body - your eye makeup is starting to bleed from your sudden onset of tears that arose when he had you pinned against the wall, and a red flush is covering your chest, blooming out from underneath the sodden material of your dress. He loves you like this, wide-eyed and on the brink of breaking down for him, and he's never wanted to fuck you more. But instead, he says:

"Now, why would I want to do that," he smiles wickedly, "When I'm having so much fun?"

The bright ding of the elevator arriving nearly makes you jump out of your skin, and Toto roughly pushes you inside ahead of him. Before the doors even close, he has a hand wrapped around your neck and is backing you up into the mirror - the same one in which he had lovingly admired you only a while ago.

The bare skin of your upper back makes contact with the cold glass and Toto roughly slits a leg in between yours. The sensation of his muscular thigh tensing beneath the wool of his tuxedo pants draws a gasp from you. Only the thin scraps of fabric of your gown and drenched panties separate the two of you, and you desperately begin to seek friction with his leg, grinding your hips down.

At the feeling of your pelvis rolling against him, he lets out a small laugh.

"Look at you, so desperate to cum that you're actually humping my leg."

You let out a soft whine as you begin to relieve some of the tension that's been boiling inside of you, threatening to spill over at any second. The rolls of your hips begin to quicken and Toto is fast to clamp his free hand onto your hip, fingers digging into the plump skin painfully hard, hard enough to stop your movements.

"Don't you dare cum, schatzi," he warns, eyes fiery and fingers tensing around the column of your neck. "If you cum, I'm not going to touch you for a month. When I told you I couldn't wait to get you underneath me I wasn't fucking around."

Another ding signals the stop of your floor. With that, he withdraws his leg, leaving you somehow even more strung out than when you entered the elevator. He doesn't wait for you as he walks down the hallway, and you practically have to peel yourself off the mirror to follow after him.

As soon as the door to the hotel room closes behind you, he removes his tuxedo jacket, throwing it haphazardly across the king-sized bed. You clock the frantic motion - you know Toto wants this just as bad as you do, even when he plays up the cold and uncaring side of his demeanor. Toto catches your eyes and looks at you expectantly as he undoes the cufflinks of his dress shirt and begins rolling the sleeves up to his elbow.

Your skin heats up at the sight of those muscular arms and you're reminded of how much power Toto truly holds over you, both mentally and physically.

"Why aren't your clothes off, schatz?" he asks pointedly. "Don't just stand there staring at me."

Wordlessly, you slip the straps of your dress off your shoulders, the soft material falling to the floor where it pools around your high heels. Shame fills you when you push your wet thong down and feel the cool air of the room hit your wetness and your hard nipples. You crouch down to hide your nakedness and start to unbuckle the straps of your heels when Toto snaps his fingers at you.

"Leave them on," he says sternly. "And don't try to cover yourself up, either."

Your face grows hot at the authority in his voice and you tentatively begin to stand up, limply dropping your arms at your sides.

"Knees." Toto commands, beginning to undo the knot of his bowtie.

"What?" you squeak out, confused.

"I said," he repeats tersely, sliding the tie off his neck and pointing at the space on the floor just beyond the foot of the bed. "Knees. I think toys make you a bit dumb, darling. Or maybe you had too much to drink back there?"

Your cheeks flush at his crude words but you follow his instructions, knees sinking into the soft carpeting of the room. You're still fighting the instinct to cover up when he walks behind you and roughly pulls your arms behind your back, crossing them at the wrist just above the curve of your ass.

"What are you doing?" you gasp softly.

"Since you're obviously having a hard time following instructions tonight," he taunts, slipping the satin material of the tie around your crossed wrists. "I think you need a little reminder of who's in charge here."

He punctuates his words with a harsh yank of the tie, and you realize he's tied your wrists together. He steps back around in front of you and when you look up you feel the ache between your thighs grow stronger.

All 6' 5" of him practically towers over you, and he's just so painfully handsome, with his sharp bone structure and brown hair that's verging on the edge of wild from absentmindedly raking his hands through it during dinner. When you first met him, you were intimidated by his appearance and commanding personality, not to mention the largeness of, well...everything about him. You didn't know then how quickly and easily he could oscillate between soft and mean, or how much you'd love the feeling of him breaking you down bit by bit. He brings a hand down to cup your chin, caressing your tear-stained cheek with his thumb.

"I probably didn't even need to tie you up, all I had to do is say 'hold your arms behind your back and don't fucking move,'" he smirks, now stroking the pad of his thumb over your quivering bottom lip. "And you're such a good girl, you just listen. You'd never disobey Daddy, do you schatzi?"

His thumb slips into your mouth then, leaving you only able to shake your head side to side in response. You curl your tongue over the digit, sucking your own tears off of it gently and looking up at him through your wet lashes.

Toto looks at you with an almost adoring look on his face and reaches his free hand down to stroke the crown of your head, his fingers pushing loose strands of fine hair away from your face. The tender moment is short-lived, though, and he suddenly pulls his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and is quick to replace it with his middle and ring fingers, shoving them roughly against your tongue.

You whine at the metallic taste of his wedding band and the hand lovingly stroking your head moves to roughly grip the hair at the base of your scalp, forcing you to crane your head up towards him. He uses the new angle to push his fingers deeper into your mouth and you gag around the thickness of them.

"Open that pretty mouth up, liebling, I know you can do better. You take Daddy's cock all the time, no?"

It doesn't take long to turn you into a drooling, needy mess, shifting your thighs together as you let out frustrated, muffled whines. Somewhere in the cloud of need and spit and his fingers in your mouth, you barely notice that he's finally turned off the vibrator. The dormant toy, while still creating a fullness, is nothing compared to what you want - the familiar feeling of his dick stuffed inside of you.

He makes quick work of his suit pants, unzipping them only enough to release his cock from the confines of his underwear. It springs up, the tip hitting the bottom of his toned stomach, and you feel your mouth reflexively begin to water when you see pre-cum collecting on it.

Toto fists his length with one hand, leading it to your waiting mouth. Your wet tongue welcomes his heaviness, drooling around his warm cock as he slides lower in your throat.

You can only moan around the thick warmth pressing down on your tongue, gagging as he thrust his hips forward and bottomed out at the back of your throat. His grip on your hair tightens as his pace picks up, the lewd, wet sound of him fucking your mouth filling the large room.

"That's it, baby, fuck, taking my cock so well."

His hungry brown eyes don't break from yours as he bobs your head in time with his hips, saliva leaking from the corners of your mouth, gagging each time he forces the back of your throat open wider to make room for his thick cock. He finally allows himself to moan and the sounds go straight to the tightness between your legs.

"You fucking love this," Toto chuckles, fluttering his eyes shut in pleasure, head tipping back. "You little slut - you're desperate to cum in the lobby where anyone could see you, but as soon as you get a cock in your mouth, you can't think about anything else."

He pulls you off him then, strands of drool still connecting his throbbing length to your red, slick lips. His voice is low and rough when he orders you to stand up. You stay down, trying to catch your breath as your chest rises and falls rapidly, the spit from your face starting to drip onto your chest.

"It wasn't a request, schatz."

He doesn't waste time picking you up by your waist and throwing you onto the bed, making you land uncomfortably on your back with your arms pinned beneath you. He quickly sheds the rest of his clothes before he's on his knees on the floor in front of you, his height still making him loom over you despite the difference with the bed.

"D-daddy" you whimper, struggling against the binds. "Please..."

"Please, what?" he teases, prying your thighs apart to wrap his arms around them, yanking you down the bed even further so your ass is almost hanging off the edge.

"Please...touch me - I'll be good, I promise. "

"I'd make you beg for more, liebling, but right now you look good enough to eat."

Toto's hand snakes up to touch your soaking folds, running a fingertip up and down them, stopping to circle your weeping hole where the base of the pink silicone is sticking out. He gently pulls on it and you let out a soft cry at the feeling of its fullness leaving your weak, overstimulated body. You're finally exposed to him with nowhere to hide.

"God, look at you. Soaking Daddy's fingers like a little slut. I could practically smell your pussy at that table. I wonder if anyone else could, hmm? You think Lewis could smell how wet you get for me, baby?"

"No, Daddy!" you whimper, your bottom lip wobbling.

Suddenly, he swings his hand forward to slap the wet mess between your legs. ��I want you to cum for me.” He repeats the action, again and again, getting harsher with each spank.

He alternates the rough slaps with dips of his fingers inside your tight core. The combination of the movements and the filthy wet sounds of his relentless attack on your cunt quickly push you over the edge, and spasms spread throughout your body. You feel senseless, the relief almost taking you out of your body.

"That's it, squirt for me," he growls, landing another sharp slap on your cunt. "You've already made such a fucking mess on my hands, cum and make some more."

Your vision goes white as your arousal floods out of you, wetting his thick fingers and spreading down to the veins of his muscular forearms. It's seeping into the sheets of the bed beneath you and you know you'll be the one to have to shamefully make the call down to housekeeping to get the bed changed.

You feel the bed dipping with his weight as the world comes flooding back to you. With the edge of your heightened state finally being taken off, your senses can take in more of him now - the smell of his expensive cologne, the softness of his skin, and the weight of his body on top of yours. You're still too weak to move, even when you feel him moving in between your legs, the heat of the head of his cock dragging up and down your soaking folds.

"Been thinking about fucking you all night, love," he murmurs, dipping his head down to fit into the crook of your neck.

You both groan in unison when he finally pushes the tip in. Toto bites your neck at the feeling of his length sinking in, disappearing into you inch by inch.

"You've been so good for Daddy, schatzi," Toto purrs, nipping at the skin of your neck as his hips begin moving. He's stretching you out so good, filling you up to the brim to the point where you can't even speak. "You don't have to do anything except take my cock and let me use your sweet cunt, okay? Just have to let it happen...take whatever I give you."

He fucks into you hard then, pulling your hips up to meet his pumps as a loud squelching and skin slapping fills the room. Your breasts bounce in time with his movements, rocking against the broad expanse of his chest. It's better than what you had been imagining all night as you sat and suffered at that table, in the hallway, in the elevator, and on your knees. You start to whine as you feel that familiar sensation begin to build again when his cock hits that perfect spot inside of you, and he pulls his face away from your neck to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

"Cum on my cock, baby" he murmurs against your lips, pounding into your pussy with unspoken ownership. "Be my good girl, be Daddy's good girl."

You cry into his mouth as you come undone, the walls of your cunt clenching around his thickness.

"That's right, baby, Jesus, you look so beautiful when you cum."

You can tell by the way his hips are stuttering that he won't last much longer, and you wrap your legs around his waist, hooking him in and forcing him deeper inside of you.

"Please cum inside of me, Daddy" you beg, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

He praises you and your cunt endlessly, the words spilling out of his mouth as his thrusts get sloppier and sloppier

"So fucking good, just for me, shit - so fucking tight-"

"Fuck!" he curses one last time before emptying himself inside of you, the pulsations of his cock making you ache in the best way possible. You can feel his spent leaking out of you and onto your inner thighs as he collapses on top of you, your spent breaths and moans mixing together.

His breath is warm on your neck as you both come down from your orgasms. Toto lifts his head when he finally catches his breath, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"Was I too mean?" he asks huskily, eyes searching your face for any sign that he had gone too far this time, overstepped a boundary.

"No," you sigh contentedly. "You were perfect. Now, can you please untie me?"

#my writing #toto wolff x you #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff smut #toto wolff fanfic #f1 smut #toto wolff

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defensepunk · 11 months

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I can't tell you how badly I wanna deny Miguel of his orgasm, I'm borderline farel at this point.

Love thinking about making him shake and whimper from overstimulation all because you put your thumb pad over his slit or stop touching him until he goes soft when you notice he's getting close, then rinsing and repeating for as long as it takes for him to break.

And I mean BREAK, not one sound he makes can be traced back to any dictionary. The only movement he can make at that point is shaking uncontrollably, he can't even arch his back anymore.

Miguel left drooling, crying, limp, and insane in my bed... what a world 🥰

Break

(oh anon, you have inspired me!)

Tags include: dominant male reader, sub Miguel O'Hara, edging, overstimulation, bondage

Enjoy!

"C- can't! Can't take any more, please-!" The two of you had been at this (this being your edging session) for hours. Miguel made such a pretty picture underneath you: restrained, teary-eyed, mouth slack and panting. "Mm, I don't know, princess," you tease, "You're still using your words. I thought I told you we would go until you couldn't do that anymore, right?" Miguel, your darling Miguel, nodded as frantically as he was able, back arching as your hand gripped his cock (too tight, too tight) for just a moment before gently sliding your thumb over his leaking slit. What a pretty mess he was making. But it still wasn't enough to satisfy. So you left him with a quick kiss and took your hands off of him entirely. "Wha-" he began, before remembering how you wanted him: speechless. You gently shushed him anyways. "Gonna be good for me, Miguel?" A drawn out moan was your only response. And slowly, so slowly, Miguel went soft again, even slower tears leaking from his eyes the entire time. And then your hand was stroking his cock again. This time Miguel practically howled, muscles straining and shaking and, oh, how you loved to see him like this, but you still wanted more. You wanted everything, so you continued to work your deft fingers along his aching, leaking cock until he was on the brink of another (sure to be failed) orgasm. And when you denied him again? Oh, his sobs were delectable. At this point he couldn't even push into your touch, all he could do was shake as his muscles spasmed from the stimulation. "Good boy, my sweet princess. This time, I'll let you come, okay? You've just been so good for me, yeah?" You crooned, and Miguel groaned softly in acknowledgement. He was soft again, still shaking, as your hand wrapped around him again, and he was no longer just shaking, he was twitching from the pure sensation. You worked him over, never settling into a predictable rhythm, never giving him a chance to relax, and oh the sounds he made for you. High whines, moans, gasps, all of them were pure music to you as they poured out of Miguel's slack, waiting mouth. He was absolutely broken for you, and you knew it wouldn't take much for him to cum now. "Hey baby," you whisper, close to his ear, "Next time I'll use the vibrator, the one with the app, yeah? And I'll tie you onto it so it's right on your dick, and then I'll leave you there. What do you think?" You asked, not expecting a verbal response. The response you received was entirely physical as Miguel let out a choked noise and finally (finally!) came, practically screaming as his sobs ripped through him, shaking all the while. Later, after you had taken care of him, he looked at you and asked, so very shyly, "So.. the vibrator?"

#male reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #nsft #spiderverse #sub miguel o'hara #x reader

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: overstimulation, cockwarming

thinking about laying on top of sukuna and him using all four of his arms to overstimulate you.

your spine is flushed against his chest, sweat making your skin sticky and hot. he's deep inside you, has been for a long while, actually; his cock a big, mighty thing that stretches you to the brink of almost unbearable pain and burns you from the inside, the flames spreading slow and languid to lick right up to your fucking womb.

two broad palms knead both of your tits, thick fingers playing with and pinching your sensitive nipples. by now, the tattoos that circle his wrists look blurry from how many tears are begining to cling to your lashes and linger at your waterline. much to his silent surprise, however, you never let them spill down your cheeks.

and that's a good thing - for you, of course. you know that he'd be simply overjoyed if you had let your tears run freely by now, after all, but that doesn't stop him from taunting and provoking you further. doesn't stop him from pushing your pathetic, humanly limits.

and fuck, his third hand has found its rightful home right between your trembling legs because of it. he's toying with your clit in his typical nonchalant fashion; acting as if you're nothing but a mere chore, as you beg and plead him like the little slut you'd sworn to yourself you'd never become for him. all whilst he's rubbing the sensitive, throbbing button of nerves in these tight little circles that make you want to claw his eyes out and end him once and for all.

and damn him, whenever he feels like you're getting too close at reaching the heavenly bliss you so shamelessly desire from a demon like him, he flicks your clit; making you jump and stutter above him like some helpless lamb - like prey. just like that, he forces you to lose the edge you so desperately want to tip over, making even more blood rush south with the fast pace of your heart.

it turns everything tender as a result. you're pissed - livid - whenever he does it, rightfully so, and yet you can't do anything about it.

his fourth hand holds you by the hip and keeps you achingly still. preventing you from slipping away from him, not letting you get off of him. he's got you locked in his own intimate little prison; its design purely him. all rich velvet and unyielding heat that turns you light-headed and dazed... and he hasn't even made you bounce on his cock yet.

instead, his lips touch your neck. sharp teeth glide across your pulse. you can't see him, but you can feel the sneer against your skin, as well as the way he tightens the embrace. and how he twitches because of your wet warmth.

escape isn't an option.

but it had never been a want either.

#sukuna #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #biscuit drabbles #i'm sorry he just popped into my mind like hello hdhahdhdhhd #ryomen sukuna #ryomen sukuna smut

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wakasaz · 1 year

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Stress

~♡ Wakasa Imaushi x afab!reader

° Not proofread

Thinking about Wakasa coming home stressed after a fight. He's bloody and bruised. He doesn't say anything, just grabs your wrist and drags you to the bedroom just to push you on the bed and start lapping at your cunt for his own pleasure while rutting against the mattress. Fingers thred through his hair, pulling him against you. It's almost suffocating. He has you cumming so fast it feels like seconds. Trying to wiggle away he grabs your hips to hold you in place as he groans against your abused cunt.

The heels of your feet dig into his back as you whine and pull on his hair. He has you so fucked out you don't know if you're trying to get him to stop or to go faster. His fingers leave bruises on your thighs from the hold he has trying to keep them open. Back arching off the mattress and you moan his name in what he thinks is the most lewd sound he's ever heard. Eyes rolling back from pleasure as you bite your lip drawing blood trying to quiet your moans. You swear nothing has ever felt this good and he swears he's never tasted anything sweeter. He continued rutting into the mattress trying to get any friction he can trying to relieve the ache between his legs while licking and moaning against your soaked cunt until you're on the brink of tears from overstimulation.

He has you cumming for the nth time and shows no sign of stopping. Whining Trying to shut your legs and push his head away just for him to slap your cunt and shoving his fingers in your mouth for you to suck on while saying "shut up and let me enjoy my meal" as he buries his head between your legs again.

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thedarkreunion69 · 7 months

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His Prize

Kinktober Day - 5 (Dacryphilia)

Rin Matsuoka × Fem! Reader

SMUT 18+ (All characters are aged up)

Where your swimmer boyfriend comes home after winning another championship

🔞NSFW🔞 facesitting, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, unprotected sex

"a-ah! r-rin 's too much!" Your cries were unheard by your maroon haired boyfriend, who had you sit on his face the moment he came home after winning his championship, gold medal around his neck.

"I know baby, I know" he says his voice low and husky. "But I want more" His fingers continue to move in and out of your tightness, matching the rhythm of his tongue's assault on your clit.

You had already came atleast thrice but everytime you would try to get up, he would pull you back on his face.

You could feel yourself on the brink of another earth shattering orgasm as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked on it, his sharp teeth flicking against it making your toes curl.

You had your fingers tangled in his hair, one hand gripping tightly around the headboard and thighs caging his face underneath. You could feel tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as he continues his assualt even after you cum again.

"One more" he growled against your pussy, his voice rough with desire. He continued his ministrations, sucking harshly on your sensitive nub while his fingers pushed in and out relentlessly.

You could feel a weird feeling building up in your stomach, something you've never felt before

"r-rin stop feel like 'm gonna pee!" Tears of pleasure continue streaming down your cheeks as the sensation in your stomach keeps increasing.

"Shhh, it's okay baby just let me love you" He continues to lap at your swollen clit, coaxing more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

His fingers continue to dug into your thighs, as his fingers and tongue continue the assault, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"r-rinn ahh!" You moan loudly and end up squirting on his face, something you've never done before.

"That's it baby" He groans while drinking up every last drop of your squirt.

You try to get up from his face, but this time he flips you around so you're laying on your back with him towering over you.

"You were such a good girl for me" He says while kissing away your tears, you could still feel your lower regions throbbing again as he flicks your clit with the tip of his cock.

"My baby's so fucking pretty when she cries" He says and pushes his whole length inside you causing you to gasp and let out more tears.

You find yourself clinging onto him while crying and moaning his name as he thrusts harder, his cock reaching the deeper and deeper with each thrust.

"You like that baby? You like that don't you?" He says while biting your neck with his shark like teeth while pounding into you faster.

You were too overwhelmed with pleasure to even reply, only tears flowing down your flushed cheeks while you moan his name continuously.

His gold medal sways around his neck with each of his thrust, sweat dripping down his forehead to yours as he watches you cry and squirm from pleasure underneath him.

"Such a pretty doll for me, aren't you princess?" He says while kissing your tear stained cheeks softly, while pounding into you mercilessly.

You were his prize after all, so he was gonna ravage you the whole night.

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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so faux sympathy is like them pretending to be nice to you? In a sexual way it could be them saying "shh, shh, shh it'll be fine baby" while simultaneously edging you. its pretending to be nice (with words) but is actually vv mean (with actions)

GOTCHA

OG Black Dragons it is!

Solicitudes: Keizo Arashi/Takeomi Akashi/Wakasa Imaushi/ Shinichiro Sano x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.3k

tw: forced orgasms, tight fits, edging, crying, dacryphilia, just a bunch of smut, alright?

masterlist

Keizo Arashi - "Stuffed Full"

"Please, please, please..." Keizo's fingers swipe at your red cheeks, praying no wetness would find the soft skin as he presses into your pussy. "Please, big daddy, please, please."

"What're you begging for, baby?" he wonders, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against his chest. "Need me to stop?"

"Need to go slow..."

"Oh, you can take it," Keizo hums, kissing the top of your head as he moves inside of you. "You always do so well."

"Big daddy," you moan a little louder, your voice vibrating against his chest. "Big daddy, your dick is--"

"It's okay," he urges you, stroking your hair and finding a pleasurable rhythm to fuck into you from below. You're flattened against his chest, but your hips are bouncing against his. The sounds your pussy is making drive him wild, and your expression is one of being lost, one of being absolutely and utterly in space. "I've got you, babe."

"You..."

"Mmhmm," he whispers, moving his hands to grip your hips so he has more control. "Let me handle this. You just lay right here so I can fuck you back to sleep, yeah? Let big daddy do this for you."

You nod as if you're in a trance, and Keizo leans his head back onto the pillows, closes his eyes, and continues fucking you so he can join you in that same trance.

Takeomi Akashi - "Edged to The Brink"

"You can take one more, can't you?"

Your blindfold is soaked with tears. Takeomi holds your legs apart with his hands, and his cock dangles dangerously close to your entrance. It's already covered in your slick, drenched to hell with your juices, but not your cum. Not yet.

"'M sorry, Omi; I'm sorry!" Takeomi clicks his tongue and shakes his head, looking down at your face with a hazy sense of dominance. He runs a finger from your quivering lips to your chest, circles each nipple, then eases right back into you. You both hiss out a long breath, and Takeomi begins his work again, bringing you to the edge of your sanity.

Just like you'd done to him so many times before this with your crazy cheating scandals and absurd antics.

"I'm such a bad guy for making you cry, huh?" You fight the urge to nod your head; Takeomi can see it in the way your neck stiffens. "What's a girl to do when Big Bad Omi edges her like this?" Your mouth opens, but Takeomi shushes you, placing a single finger on your lips. "Not fair, is it?"

"Not fair," you echo, trying to catch your breath as he picks up his speed. Takeomi's not one for revenge. Usually. But tonight, you'd come back to him with your tail between your legs and a long list of things you would and wouldn't do anymore. So he had to test you.

It was only right.

"You'll earn your orgasms from now on," Takeomi bites out, his green eyes squinting at your pitiful form on his bed. "Understand?"

"Yes," you whimper. "I understand." Takeomi's scar itches, but he ignores it in favor of feeling your cunt squeeze around him.

"I'll edge you to hell and back if you think I'm kidding."

"I'll be good, I promise." Your breathy moans make Takeomi want to cum in you right then and there. But you'd have to earn that back, too.

You tense up, right on the edge of another orgasm... but Takeomi pulls out, and fists himself to completion all over your stomach. You cry out in dismay, but he just grunts and finishes, then leaves the bed.

"You want to be my girl? Then be my girl."

Wakasa Imaushi - "Overstimulated"

"I can't..."

"Of course, you can, baby..." Wakasa hovers over you, holding the Hitachi wand right against your clit. "You're doing so good for me. I just need one more orgasm so you're nice and wet."

"Can't," you cry out, tears threatening to push past your eyelids. It's not that you don't want to cum. Waka knows this. But he needs you soaking wet so he can pump you full of his cum tonight. He's a man on a mission - and your satisfaction is his goal.

"You poor thing," he sighs, turning up the speed on the wand. "You've done it before for me, baby girl. Do you need some more help?" You squirm underneath his guidance, your fingers clasping for something that he can give you, something to touch, but landing on nothing but air.

Your hands - tied above your head - wriggle and flail about as Wakasa smirks, his unbound hair flowing around his shoulders and tickling your skin.

"You're doing great, baby girl. Daddy just needs one more..."

Your choked cry makes Waka hard as fuck, but he simply palms himself through his trousers as you seek the final thread of release. You're struggling, but that doesn't mean Waka will leave you out to dry.

No, no.

His hand moves from his pants to your breast, and with deft fingers, Waka tweaks your nipple hard enough to make you cry out in shock but not in pain. You jerk once, and Waka knows you've found it. The mystical cord that connects you to your impending orgasm makes his own orgasm that much closer, and you work your hips against the vibrator as if to bring yourself closer to the edge.

"That's it," Waka murmurs, practically salivating at the sight of you working so hard to cum. "Look at you, doing your best."

When the orgasm is ripped from you for the fourth time, Wakasa tosses the vibrator aside and forces his pants off his hips eagerly. He needs to be inside of you now.

"Now, it's my turn," he huffs, fisting his cock right as he sinks into oblivion.

Shinichiro Sano - "Slow Down"

It feels like Shinichiro had waited all of his life for you. Marriage had always been the end goal. While that didn't mean you'd stay together forever, there was no way Shin would go back to his twenty rejections, not after being in heaven with you nearly every day.

Shin's hips stutter against yours, and he feels his release dangle in front of him like a carrot. He indeed enjoys cumming as much as he can, but the only thing that could encourage his own release is yours.

"Shin," you whine, reaching back to grab his wrist. Your fingers wrap around his bones with care, even though you're shaking and shivering and doing all of the right things. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you, tears rolling down your pretty, puffy cheeks. "Shin, please..."

But he doesn't stop. You're not hurt. He knew when you were hurt, so why are you crying? "Hmm?"

"My pussy is so swollen," you murmur, reaching down to play with your clit. "Take it easy on me, babe."

"Mmm," he hums, bending over you. "Does it hurt, my sweet?"

"No," you admit, but tears still slip down your cheeks. Shin licks at one of them, relishing the taste of salt on his tongue.

"You want me to ease up?" You nod, allowing Shin to rock his hips into you carefully. "You want me to not fuck your brains out?"

"No," you protest, but Shin keeps going.

"Maybe we should stop for a little while. That might make things easier, hm?" Your pussy clenches around his cock, and Shin knows he's got you wrapped around his finger when you begin to fuck him back. His hand reaches around your waist and knocks your fingers away from your clit. "Should just come home and finger you from now on, it seems."

"Didn't say that," you gasp, simultaneously riding his fingers and milking his cock for all he's worth.

"No?" Shin rubs your clit faster, and you arch your back, crying out in pleasure. "Thought you wanted that, sweetheart. You want me to take it easy on you. I can definitely do that."

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," you chant through your teeth, and Shin leans back and pistons into your cunt with as much force as he can muster.

"Now, cum for me. Cum right on my cock."

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