#THICK SLICK RIVULETS

[ironambivalence]

It starts slow. Just the sensation of leather cuffs cutting into your wrists and ankles. The metal collar fastened around your neck, its thick chain bolted into the wall. It has been days like that, unable to rise beyond being on all fours, your meals placed into the trough in front of you. Fumbling to gulp them down without hands in the dark.

The first crack of light through the open barn door is a revelation. Blinding you at first, you feel the cool air brush against your bare skin, completely naked except for the chains and cuffs that hold you in place.

You hear the sound of men’s voices. Of footsteps coming closer. Then rough hands on your skin. You catch the words “auction” and “inspection” through the thick haze of your mind. One of them examines the plastic tag in your ear, then you feel several strange sets of hands on your body. Groping you, grabbing you. Your tits and ass and thighs all kneaded and examined. Your holes invaded by strange fingers as you are probed and examined in the most vulgar and humiliating ways. Your cunt is stretched wide and exposed. Your asshole penetrated with gloved fingers. Your mouth opened with applied pressure on either side of your jaw, two fingers flat against your tongue as your teeth and gag reflex are checked. Dehumanized, as though you were nothing but a cheap doll. Every aspect of you vulnerable, helpless, and exposed. Nothing private. Nothing secret.

Suddenly, everything comes clear as you’re jerked up onto your feet, vision snapping into focus. Surrounded by twenty men on that concrete floor, you hear the bidding war as you’re led over to the metal rack. As your wrists and ankles are fastened into place, you realize they are bidding for who gets the privilege of going first. You realize, in that moment, chained to a rape rack on all fours, that you are about to become a breeding bitch. A cocksleeve for twenty men. Nothing more than collared livestock, to be raped full as your womb is forced to accept the relentless violation. You would scream if you could, but the metal bit in your mouth prevents it. Instead, you’re forced to whimper in desperation as the first rough set of hands grips your waist, the head of his swollen cock pressed against your helpless cunt, before he sinks deep inside your vulnerable, aching hole.

You are rutted into the dirt on your knees like a bitch in heat. A filthy thing to rape and ruin. Destroyed, one by one, as your cunt is violated with thick rivulets of cum. More animal that human. A toy for men to jerk off with, your body nothing more than bruised and ruined rapemeat, holes gaping and spasming, as your mind leaks slowly into your cunt. Your legs are shaking and your bruised body is slick with sweat. You’re losing everything now. All sense of time and perspective. Your dignity was gone a long time ago. Minutes and hours and days and weeks are interchangeable, and the constant filth and violation of stranger’s cocks pumping your aching fuckmeat becomes your new normal.

It feels like forever, chained down to the concrete slab and bred ceaselessly, until your hole is wrecked and gaping and dripping, completely unrecognizable. Until your belly is full and swaying beneath you, still relentlessly bred despite your condition. Never quite allowed to cum from the abuse. Kept denied until your hole is dripping down your legs. Your teats swollen and engorged. A pair of metal clamps screwed down so hard onto your aching nipples that they turn white. So hard that no milk can escape, your tits aching so badly with the need for release that tears are running down your cheeks. If you’re good, they may eventually let you cum, roughly pulling off the clamps as you do, your fat udders spraying milk as you collapse like a filthy animal on the floor. Two suction cups attached to your nipples, one on your clit, as the sadistic machine roars to life with its endless rhythmic, torturous suction. So achingly sensitive and overstimulated that you are unable to speak beyond the animalistic grunts that now dominate your speech. Off in the distance you hear the sound of a horse, and dogs barking. Just another day on the farm. You turn your face back to the trough, trying to acclimate to the heavy ache of hard use.

After a few months, you are docile and they rarely need to use the shock collar on you anymore, so when they bring in the new girl, chained down on all fours beside you, you barely register the look on her face. Not just of horror, but recognition. The recognition of an old friend. The recognition of her own future.

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[diejager]

I'm back with my guilty taste (not so guilty actually) stepdad! König and dbf! Horangi....I like to swim in deep and dangerous waters. I'm sorry.

¡Sí, padrastro! König hierve crudo cuando salimos con Horangi sin él... Lo puedo adivinar. Tenemos una pijamada/fiesta con un amigo, que realmente lo es, con el consentimiento de nuestra madre. Ella conoce a nuestro amigo, confía plenamente en él, sin ningún motivo para decir que no a querer pasar la noche en su casa. Incluso admite que con nuestro regreso haríamos una linda pareja, en comparación con König y Horangi.

I leave the idea there.

(Tiemblo de sólo imaginarlo, ¡Dam! No puedo tener suficiente, ayuda)

I’m gonna be honest with you, I had to use google translate for this and the translations were uh… going left and right, but I think I understood the gist of it. cw: NON-CON/DUB-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, rough sex, manhandling, creampie, p in v, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, blood kink, marking kink, wound, jealous stepdad!könig, tell me if I missed any.

König saw red when he heard that you were sleeping at a friend’s house, a boy’s house at that. Childhood friends, your mother told him, growing up together and having shared the same class until college when you went your separate ways while still keeping in touch since he lived right across the streets.

He knew the boy, he’d seen Kevin wave at your mother and you when he saw you, strutting up for a quick conversation; he’d heard Kevin talk to you on the phone and saw the smile growing on your lips and that bubbly laugh he wanted to own; and he’d seen you hang out with Kevin, waving him goodbye from your doorstep.

His blood boiled the whole night, making dinner with his wife awkward and his bedroom more heated, fucking up your mother with rough and mean sex, taking out a part of wrath on her until he had his hands on you.

He kissed his wife goodbye that morning, watching her limp out to her car and hiss as she sat down, but he didn’t feel guilty, anger still simmering under his skin. He waited for you in the living room, seating in the recliner that faced the door with his arms crossed and face scrunched up.

The moment he heard the knob turn, he surged forward, gripping you by the wrist and pulling you to your room, over the stairs and down the hall, shutting the door behind him loudly. He tore through the your clothes, ripping your panties with a shift of a hand and had you spread open for him. He was less than lenient with you, spitting on your hole and fingering you roughly, thick fingers pumping in and out of you and rolling your clit with his thumb.

He only did the minimum, stretching you out slightly so that you could feel every inch of him when he pushed in, wanting to hear whine and cry as he fucked you. He wasn’t teasing or playful like he usually was, in his haze of anger and jealousy, König was rough, domineering and mean. He split you in half on his cock, pounding into you with loud and hard thrusts, his balls slapping loudly against your slick-coated ass.

He had you folded in two, legs pressed to your chest, feet hanging off his shoulders as he towered you, his shadow looming menacingly over you. He bent forward, lips wrapping around your neck and shoulders, teeth biting into your skin, digging into your supple flesh and bleeding it, rivulets of ichor rolled down your fresh bite. He hissed and growled, spitting degrading insults, names, in your ear, relishing in the tears that fell from your lashes, sweet and salty drops that he lapped up with a bloody tongue.

He fucked you until he grew oversensitive, the leaky tip gushing ropes of cum inside you and his blood pumping through his bulging veins. He shuddered every time he came, watching your stomach bloat with his cock and cum, your pleasure painting a thick, white ring around the base of his shaft. Your room smelled of sex and sweat, your near unconscious form laying limp on the bed, fingers still grasping onto the sheets and legs spread over his elbow, eyes zoned to your heat.

“No more sleepovers, understood, Schatz?” Your stepfather growled, hand tilting your chin up to stare into his red-rimmed eyes.

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[thetypingpup]

*wakes up in a cold sweat*

corruption kink with your puppy!jeno, where you're the one coaxing him to breed you. you're the one purposefully enticing him, riling him up, making his cock get hard as thoughts of mounting you and breeding you start filling his mind. poor baby wouldn't even be able to look at you, flustered and blushing and hot under the collar and oh so embarrassed about thinking about you this way. but when you tell him you want him the same way, you want him to take you and claim you, oh then he's a whimpering mess all over you. practically pouncing on you, he'd nose at your neck and frantically take in your scent, tail swaying, hips rutting against you as he humps your leg. fuck imagine precum pouring from his cock and smearing all over your leg as he humps you, just making the friction slick and filthy and making him blush profusely. his mind is a complete blur of instinct and excitement, and you'd have to show your eager little pet what to do. you'd have to show him how to please you, how to use his tongue to make you cum, how to use his fingers to get you ready for your cock, and he'd get so excited he'd be spilling precum all over his clothes, all over the floor, all over you, just making a complete fucking mess bc he's so excited by your pussy. if he's already this much of a mess, thinking of how much messier he'll be when he actually cums has arousal surging between your legs.

thinking about him mounting you for the first time, hands grabbing your hips as he slides into you, and his eyes just roll back as the most ragged moan tears from his throat. the feeling of your pussy enveloping him and completely sucking him in, feeling the way you pulsate heat around his throbbing length, hearing you moan and whine about how good his cock feels, would send him into an absolute frenzy. your cute little pet would be so overwhelmed, he's completely draped over your back, damn near laying on you as his hips automatically thrust, driven by instinct. who knew breeding would feel this fucking good? he wouldn't want to breed anyone else, only you, only wanting to fuck you. the way he whimpers into the curve of your neck, panting and murmuring over and over "feels good. feels so good. feels really good" as if if his mind can form no other words, would intensify your orgasm as you cum right on your puppy's cock. imagine him knotting you right as you cum, making your back arch sharply as you clamp down right around the thick flesh of his knot, crying out in pleasure while your puppy helplessly grinds into you, desperately chasing his own release. cumming inside you would seal the deal, and he just releases weeks worth of pent of tension and longing deep inside of you in thick rivulets of hot cum. he cums so much it fills you to the brim, spurts of cum seeping out of you with every throbbing pulsation of his cock, pushing past his knot and pooling on the sheets below. sticky strands of cum connect your ass to his hips every time he shifts, and even though he just came, even though he already expended himself fucking you vigorously into the bed, he already wants to do it again.

poor thing, he's already addicted to your pussy.

*lays back down*

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[toshidou]

taskforce 141 - favourite positions . . .

Characters // Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" Mactavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Captain John Price

Tags // 18+ ONLY, afab reader, creampie, biting, squirting, smoking, dominant Price.

AN // don't ask me why the price one was so long, because the only answer you're going to get is "excruciating brainrot"

(if you don't know any of the positions, don't be afraid to get on with some googling. i promise it'll be totally worth the bug-eyed stare you'll be getting from your assigned FBI agent.)

Simon “Ghost” Riley - Doggy style

He knows it’s cliché as fuck, but there’s something about being able to hold your hips as he loses himself in you that just drives him fucking wild. 

Especially when he fucks you so good, your arms give out, your back arched so perfectly before him. You look like the definition of ‘face down, ass up', so much so that the sight alone has his eyes rolling straight to the back of his head. 

He’ll make you hold that position for as long as possible, veins popping in his arms as he holds your hips up for you, cock drilling near torturously against your fluttering walls, clenching each time his balls slap against your throbbing clit.

It's addictive, being able to watch how well you take his cock, blackened eyes locked on the way your pussy takes every thick inch of him, strong fingers prying apart the reddened globes of your ass to get a better look at how prettily your cunt spasms around his shaft, at how your velvet walls desperately attempt to suck him in to the hilt.

And it always takes every ounce of strength within him not to cum on the spot when he glances up and sees your face tilted to the side from where it's pressed against a drool soaked pillow; lidded, molten eyes pinned on him from under your lashes, perfectly pink lips stretched open, leaking endless breathy whines and soft moans of his name that have him turning near fucking feral.

When he's getting close, he'll plaster his chest to your back, hands coming down harshly, planted either side of your head, low grunts and harsh breaths panted against the shell of your ear, "that's it, sweetheart, takin' my cock like you were fuckin' made for it, made just for me."

Anytime he has your skin within reach of his mouth, he never hesitates to bite down, adorning every inch of your skin with teeth indentations that bruise, semi-permanent reminders that you're his (the knowledge that you wear his marks when he's away are sometimes the only thing that get's him through).

He'll lean back up before he climaxes, not afraid to admit he has an addiction to watching the way his cum dribbles in thick rivulets down your thighs, unable to stop himself from dragging his spent cock up your sweat and cum slicked skin, gathering his seed on the reddened tip, only to lazily push it back right back into you.

(Sometimes that alone has the blood rushing right back to his dick, fucking you straight into round two, no breaks required. That's the effect you have on him.)

John “Soap” Mactavish - G-Whiz

No matter how it starts, you will always end up in this position, your legs thrown over Johnny's shoulders, his hands gripping your outer thighs so hard you know he's left bruises, again.

Not that either of you are complaining, not when you know just how wild having you like this drives him, frenzied eyes darting constantly up the length of your body, from your fucked out face, down to the way your tits bounce with every aggressive cant of his hips against your ass, finally landing on the piece de résistance, your perfect little hole, stretched so beautifully around him.

There are many reasons this is favourite way to fuck you senseless, almost too many to name. Whether it be the way he can drag his fingers up your quivering legs, holding your knees from where they hook over thick, built shoulders, using them as a leverage to fuck into your pussy harder, harder, harder, just like you're senselessly begging him for between hiccupped breaths.

Or maybe because he knows that when he's away, the only thing you'll be thinking about as you frantically grind your core against his pillow will be this. The perfect way he rolls his hips, hitting the angle that has you screaming his name every single fucking time without fail. Thick, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles against your abused clit as you squirt around his cock, shaking hands forming an ironclad grip on his wrist that lets him know that you're teetering on the edge of insanity, body unable to work out whether it wants him to stop, or if it needs more.

He knows it's always the latter.

"C'mon hen, I know you can gimme more, show me how pretty you look when I fuckin' ruin ya."

When he's finally done with you, his cockhead buried against your cervix, pumping you full of every drop of cum he has to offer, he'll litter the side of your thighs with feather-light kisses and gentle praises, all uttered against your skin with a giddy smile that won't leave his lips for hours afterwards.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick - Pretzel Dip

Without a doubt, there's nothing that Gaz could say he loves more than eye contact. The intimacy he feels from keeping his gaze locked to yours as you fall apart on his cock has kept him awake on more nights that he cares to admit whenever you're apart.

Plagued by the image of you half leant on your side, head lolling as your energy dips, all consumed by the pleasure that rolls through your nervous system in continuous, agonising waves. Haunted by the memories of one of his thighs sandwiched betwixt both of yours, clenching around him in unison with the walls of your pussy as he drags his cock against it in torturously slow, deep thrusts.

He saves fucking you like this for when he's finally reunited with you, uses it as one of his many motivations to return home safe, because when you're finally cradled in his arms once more, it's only a matter of minutes before he has you just the way he wants you: on your side and shaking. It works for you as well, unable to prevent the wetness that gathers between your thighs when you learn that Kyle is mere hours from returning, knowing what will inevitably come the second he walks through the door.

He doesn't let his eyes leave yours for a second, barely remembers to fucking blink, because he knows how flustered you get when he looks at you like this, like a man starved and the only thing that could ever satiate him is you.

He'll keep the pace languid, if only to watch the way soft gasps turn to keening pleas, adorable little begs falling from your mouth when the contentedness of his return transforms into unbridled desperation, not a single thought residing in your mind other than the all consuming need to cum.

He'll only begins to really fuck you when he feels the coil in his gut start to wind, unable to hold back the animalistic urge to pound you into the mattress, his gaze turning from soft, to predatory in mere seconds. It's the only hint you get before he's splitting you in half, watching you with wild eyes as you grip onto the bedsheets in a last ditch attempt to find purchase, to keep you somewhat anchored as his cock slams into you at near inhuman speed.

Neither of you last much longer after that, frenzied hips stuttering to a standstill as the coil finally snaps, lidded eyes still remain fixed to yours, only closing when he leans down and captures your lips with his, cradling your tired neck with such care, it has you preening into his touch.

"God, I've missed you, gorgeous."

"Missed me, or my pussy?"

"Am I not allowed to say both? I feel like I'm not allowed to say both."

"... I mean I missed your dick. Can't say as much about the rest of you -oof- no! No hickies, I have work tomorrow you fucking heathen—"

John Price - Cowgirl

There aren't many things John can say he loves more than watching you ride his cock. Of course, he loves his cigars, and will never pass up a glass of whiskey after a long night. But this? Nothing comes fucking close.

No, none of those things are a patch on the sight of you fucking yourself on his cock, hands much daintier than his could ever be planted squarely against his chest, wisps of curled hair peaking from between spread fingers as you use his torso as leverage to bounce harder, faster on his twitching length.

He lets you do all the work, lidded, relaxed eyes languidly taking in the way your face twists in frustration, eyebrows pinched together, annoyed little humphs exhaled past downturned lips as your energy rapidly depletes, thigh muscles burning from overexertion battling against the need to please, to wipe the smug, cocky smirk from the Captain's lips and leave him breathless instead.

Sometimes, if he's really looking to rile you up, he'll reach his hands down towards your waist, savouring the way your eyes light up, only to see that optimism snuffed out the second he reaches for his trouser pocket, hanging just below his hips, and pulls out a fresh cigar and his favourite lighter, the one you bought him. A purchase you sincerely regret every time it's used to taunt you.

He'll hang the rolled tobacco between self-satisfied lips, maintaining steady eye contact as he flicks open the cap of the stainless steel lighter, and sparks up. No matter how hard you try to keep your reactions at bay, they always slip through, fingernails biting into his skin, inking red crescents into his chest, rising to the challenge he sets, even if you know you're giving him exactly what he wants.

The taunting will only get worse, every drop in your pace has him smirking, fingers that remain attached to the cigar pull it from his lips, letting smoke billow from his open mouth, watching as it curls in playful tendrils, caressing your face as they pass by. Always followed by words that aim to goad, rasped out in a low, intoxicating tone so condescending that it has your knees shaking.

"Need help already, sweetheart?"

"Look at how much your thighs are shaking. Is that from exhaustion, or my cock?"

"Come on now, thought I taught you how to ride dick better than this, love."

And like clockwork, you snap, fingers plucking the lit cigar from his mouth and stamping it out against his discarded shirt. There are many ways you've fired him up enough to finally fuck you. But for a second you fear that the line may have been well and truly crossed.

"Now now, pet, I think you might live to regret that."

You'd get little other warning before rough hands come to grip the plush of your waist, lifting you enough to allow him to plant his feet against the bed and fuck up into you so hard you have little other choice than to collapse against his chest, fingernails leaving biting red lines across skin as you feel his cock hammer against the convulsing walls of your cunt, somehow deeper than you knew possible, dragging against pleasure points you didn't know existed until Price had come along and effectively ruined you for any other man.

It wouldn't take much to send you careening off the edge, pussy clamping down on his cock hard enough he can't help but follow, rough, deep groans reverberate through his chest, where your head is still firmly planted, exhaustion creeping through every aching muscle as you whimper pathetically into red, welted skin, finding comfort in the soft tickle of his chest hair against your tear splotched cheeks.

"Did so well for me, love, always make me feel so fuckin' good."

Because no matter how much Price loves to provoke you, he'll always be there to soothe you afterwards, with soft caresses and consuming kisses.

A pause— 

"Can't believe you put out my fuckin' cigar, and on my favourite shirt, no less."

"It was the least you deserved, John, and you know it."

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[moonstruckme]

Hi love, can you write a james x reader fic where james is having a bad day or smtg and went to the shower and reader follows him afterwards knowing that he needed the comfort. Just two person showering together, intimate, innocent and fluff.

Thanks for requesting!

cw: non-sexual nudity

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 659 words

Steam rushes to warm you as you pull the curtain aside, stepping into the tub behind your boyfriend. 

“Babe?” he turns around, suds already in his hair and creeping down his neck to his shoulders. He always uses too much shampoo; if it weren’t the least expensive thing in your shower, you’d give him a harder time for it. “You shouldn’t get your hair wet, you just washed it yesterday.” 

“I don’t care,” you say, though you do a bit. Just not nearly as much as you care about him. You wrap your arms around his slippery shoulders, giving him the hug he’d rushed on his way in the door. James is good at comforting people. He’s had plenty of practice at it over his life, but not much practice being comforted. He doesn’t know how to ask for help when he’s upset. You suspect he secretly thinks that support is something he’s predestined to give but not receive. 

His hands settle on the small of your back automatically and he places his chin atop your head. “It wasn’t that bad.” 

You hum. “It was enough to make you sad.” Water runs in rivulets from his head to yours and drips off your chin. “That’s not nothing.” 

James doesn’t reply, but you can feel his ribs expand and contract in a big breath. The dull ache that had begun forming in your chest when he’d walked the door throbs in protest. 

“Want me to wash your hair?” you ask him.

There’s a brief pause, and then you can hear the barest hint of a smile in his voice. “You gonna need me to sit down for that?” 

You shy. “You don’t have to—” 

“No.” He backs up, squeezing your upper arms fondly. “That sounds nice, sweetheart, thank you.” He moves just out of the spray and folds his legs under him, a surety about his movements—even on the slippery bottom of the tub—that you envy.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you tease. “Let me know if I catch a tangle or anything, okay?” 

“Mhm.” He closes his eyes as you tunnel your fingers into his hair, one big hand reaching back to the closest thing he can reach—your foot. If he weren’t having a hard day, you’d have to shriek and shake him off, but for now you try to take it as the affectionate gesture he intends. 

You start at the nape of his neck, fanning out your fingers and pressing the tips gently into his scalp. James’ hair is deceptively soft, not fluffy but velvety, each strand thick and smooth under your touch. He’s had it cut recently, so even weighted down with the water and shampoo, it curls just above his ears. You scratch your nails lightly over his scalp, and James sighs, leaning into your touch. 

“Really giving me the princess treatment, huh?” 

“You’d made a great princess,” you say, bending over him to press a light kiss between his brows. 

His eyes open, water clumping his lashes, and he smiles at you. That ache in your chest retreats slightly, warmth filling in the gaps. “M’not complaining.” 

You return his smile, though perhaps yours is a bit smaller. “Want to talk about it?” you ask lightly, your shampoo-slick hands migrating south to massage his neck and shoulders. 

James groans, rolling his big shoulders and closing his eyes again. “Not really. This is so much better.”

You grin even though he can’t see, working your thumbs into the twin muscles on either side of his neck. Bubbles spread across his tawny skin and run down his back in clusters, disappearing down the drain. “Okay,” you promise him. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I put some of the good hot chocolate to simmer on the stove just in case.” 

This time his smile comes like a slow sunrise, spreading across his face golden and beautiful. “Angel, you’ve read my mind.”

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[hungharrington]

have you ever thought about sixty-nine with steve

vibrating out of my SKIN oh my GOD anon how are you the first person to bring this up on this blog dear GOD let’s remedy that right away - lil baby blurb, afab!reader, MDNI this entire blog is 18+

The amber hue of the streetlight folds through the window, scattering across the bed in a shimmer of light. The scent of sex fills the air, swirling, clinging to your skin and Steve’s alike. It’s warm and there’s a moan in your throat and a weight on your tongue. 

You’re drooling on his cock, rivulets of spit that trace down to bury themselves into the thick thatch of hair at the base. Steve’s so worked up that his cock is leaking in your mouth — but he always is when he gets his face between your thighs.

It’s maddening to try do both; give as well as you can take. Your hips, though they have a mind of their own, are caged in by Steve’s strong arms. The corded muscles in them strain when he gasps, all raspy and groany as you kitten-lick over the head of his cock. His arms bulge as he pulls your cunt closer to his hungry mouth. 

“Fuck,” he utters, inhaling the scent of your slick before he dives back in. His tongue is swirling, teasing, driving all sort of unholy noises out of your mouth as he fucks into your little hole — just to feel how it feels when you clench around it. His hand sneaks down and his thumb finds your clit.

Your moan reverberates down his cock, your eyes fluttering and hips canting backwards. You pull off him with a heavy pant, mouth still drenched in your own spit. 

“Not fair,” You pout and whine, all while you drive your hips back. Steve’s still sucking at your folds, licking and fucking your little hole. His thumb doesn’t slow— in fact, it speeds up, rubbing perfect tight little circles. You mewl. “Not— s’not fair, you— ah- that’s not—“ 

You complaint disappears as the pleasurable buzz on your clit caused by his thumb reaches another level. Your body floods with heat, another gush of wetness leaking from your hole— you moan pitifully. Suddenly, not having him in your mouth seems torturous. 

You sink down on his cock, letting the length of him fill your mouth. Steve doesn’t even pause, just lets his low moan vibrate against you. You twitch. The weight of him on your tongue feels deliriously good and as your hand creeps down to fondle his balls, you think, two can play that game, baby. 

Steve keens, his hips pressing up as he finally pulls back from your cunt to whimper loudly. His cock presses further into your mouth and you dutifully take it, swallowing and hollowing your cheeks. Steve whines, his moans coming babbling out. “Aw fuck, fuck, fuck, baby- shit!” 

His hands on your thighs tighten, the half moons of his nails indenting in his pleasure. You squeeze his balls again, rolling them in your hand and scratching at his thigh with you other hand. Not a moment later you taste him, ropes of cum spurting from his tip and coating your tongue. It’s messy— globs of spit and cum rolling down the side of his cock as it twitches and aches, Steve halted in his motions. For a minute, he can’t do anything other than whimper and shake and fall apart under your skilful tongue. 

It’s only when you let him slip from your mouth, spent and panting, do his hands grip your hips tighter. You can tell that beating him to the punch, dragging his orgasm out first, has turned up the dial of his competitiveness. 

“Sit up, honey,” He orders, his gentle hands tugging on your skin to urge you up. You brace your hands on his thighs, wobbly and hesitant. Steve wipes all that from your mind in a moment, his hands pulling you back and down onto his face. “C’mon, come sit on my face so I can make my pretty baby cum.” 

#i don’t think there’s any gendered language? let me know ! #ANYWAYS HOT HOT HOT #i read the ask and went hmmm how would i do that #and my whole body FLUSHED at the mental picture that came to mind #SHEEEEEESH IT WOULD BE SO GOOD #jay answers #anon #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #jay writes #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington x you #steve x you

[daydreamingsirens]

It starts with a simple text.

You tryna fuck or nah?

Well shit he couldn't get more direct than that. You liked that about him, he didn't fuck around; he told you what he wanted and when.

And that's where you found yourself. Face down, ass up with his arms around her hips and his face buried in it.

You hiss as he slaps your ass and presses the flat of his tongue against you and drags it up slowly, laughing as he feels you turn into a quivering mess. Not to be outdone or laughed at, you throw your hips back and sway from side to side.

“Is that all you fuckin' got? You woke my ass up for this—ooh.” he closes his lips around slick flesh and slurps. You took that as your cue to stop talking, spread your thighs wider, and press your chest into the quilt. He moves back and surveys his work, watches rivulets of spit drip down into the covers before he straightens up and slides his dick through the mess.

“It wasn't like you was really sleep though. I mean unless you fall asleep with ya phone in hand, waitin' on my texts and shit. Obviously you wanted this dick.” he gives you a silly ass look and you roll your eyes.

“Keep lookin' like that and I'mma take my ass back to sleep, fool.”

“Nah,” he barely presses the tip inside, just enough for you to feel it and moves back before you can thrust back on it, “what you gon' do is take this dick right here. Now throw that ass back and quit fuckin' playin'.” He holds his dick steady as you throw your hips back and sheath him in one smooth movement before he grabs your hips and thrusts without a second thought.

“Ooh s-shit.” you moan and buries your face in your arms as he smacks your ass hard, the sound vibrating around the otherwise silent room.

“Yeah, throw that shit back.” he meets you thrust for thrust, his bruised hands splaying across your lower back as you move, slapping sounds filling the room. He hears your muffled whines and grabs your hair, pulling your head back up, “Now what was you sayin', I need you to repeat that.”

“I s-said—ooh—fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you fucked up whoever you fought earlier.” he tugs your hair a little harder as he pistons his hips faster, feeling you clench and loosen whenever he'd dig his nails into your hip. He strokes over your spot and you holler.

“Yes! Right there, fuck, right there!” sweat drips down your face and you doesn't give a single fuck that you're sweating your hair out or that you might wake someone up as you grip the quilt and cant your hips back and feel one palm connect with the thick flesh of your ass and the short fingernails on the other hand dig even further into the skin on your hip.

“What's my name?” he says as he tugs your head back up, wrapping the soft strands of hair around his hand.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck, Fontaine!” you sob as you feel yourself gush. He pulls almost completely out and slams back inside, making your knees wobble and the bed frame shake dangerously.

“Fuck yea. Scream that shit baby, I can't hear you!”

“Fontaine! I-I'm cum—ah!” you scream as you reach your peak. Fontaine slows his pace and fucks you through your orgasm before he cums inside of you and collapses on your back.

“Mm. You gon' wrap my hands up before I gotta shimmy down ya drain pipe in an hour or nah?” you roll over and throw him off and onto the floor with a grunt.

“Maybe, now let me lay here and think about my life for the next twenty minutes.”

#fontaine x reader #fontaine x black!reader #fontaine x black reader #they cloned tyrone #they cloned tyrone fanfiction #fontaine smut #cr0wnwritesit

[elliewlums]

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 [𝐚.𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧]

summary: help me get away from myself, i wanna fuck you like an animal.

content warnings: smut, use of a strap on, abby does a lot of manhandling, cunnilingus (reader is a munch, okay? i would be for abby too.), daddy kink (brief, mentioned about twice, no idc if you don’t like it <3), soft soft aftercare💘

you don’t know how you ended up here.

your back is to abby’s naked chest, your head lolling against her shoulder as she lifts you up and down on her plastic cock. you’re whining, slick gushing from your messy little cunt as she pistons harder just to hear your voice increase in volume and pitch. she’s grinning - not that you can see - and curling a hand around your throat to squeeze until your vision goes fuzzy and you mewl.

“attagirl,” she rasps, voice thick and deep with arousal. “takin’ me so well.”

you’re boneless, limp as she manhandles you, spreads your thighs further apart to pinch at your sensitive little clit and pull at your petal soft folds to watch the way you swallow the dildo whole. she presses her chest further to you to feel the way you twitch and shiver, turning your head to bury into the crook of her neck, shying away from the pleasure but craving more, more, more.

“abs- mmph.”

she coos; it’s fucking adorable the way you can’t even string together a coherent sentence, the way you go soft and let her guide you through what she knows you need.

“don’t think, baby. i’m here to do that for you, yeah?”

“daddy,” you whine, and abby’s gone. the hand she has wrapped around your little throat slides around until it’s at your jaw, all the while she’s pulling you closer, laying you down on the bed and cupping the back of your neck to draw you up to her.

the only sounds in the room are the wet shlick of your pussy and your little exhales of air every time abby thrusts particularly hard into you. your face is slick with sweat, your hair sticking in rivulets to your forehead as you grab at her, overwhelmed with the white-hot pleasure she’s giving you so generously. you’re unravelling fast and abby knows this, she knows as you frown and hold your breath, as your cunt twitches and throbs and leaks onto her groin. she knows as you gasp and tense and cry.

and then - right on cue - you come undone. you let out this high pitched little wail and your thighs shake around her own. abby swears she can feel you clenching around her as though the strap is real.

“there she is,” she encourages, “there’s my girl.”

the second you start to come down from your high, you’re begging. still twitching and chasing her touch, eyes drooping and fluttering and still so desperate.

“abs, wanna touch you. wan’ a taste.”

“baby-“

“please. ‘ll be good. need to taste you.”

she loves it when you get like this: a little beggy, willing to do anything to get a glimpse of her pussy. your shaking hands push at her chest and settle her against the mattress; her hips lift to let you unclasp the strap with fumbling fingers and you’re pawing at the hem of her boxers, whining and huffing out of pouting lips as her cunt - wet with arousal, lips puffy and clit swollen - is revealed to you.

you nose at her gently, pressing a kiss right on the hood of her clit and hum, dipping your head down to nose at her leaky hole; when you press your tongue flat and lick a broad stripe across her clit, her thighs shake on either side of your shoulders.

“oh, attagirl,” abby rasps, voice three octaves deeper than just a minute ago; you know it’s not long before she’ll take control once again.

just as you expected, the muscles in her thighs tense and lock around your head as she ruts up into your mouth. you let her use you greedily, eager to satiate whatever desires she has with a smile; your face is soaked with her juices, overwhelmed by the smell and taste of her. the louder she moans and grunts, the more frantic you become, chasing her to her peak with fervour.

her puffy clit swells and twitches under your expert touch and your own eyes roll back, pleased as anything to please her. you’ve been doing this long enough to know what exactly makes her tick, drives her absolutely insane. so when you close your swollen lips around her clit and suck the little bead into your mouth, she shouts and pushes your face closer to her cunt, holding you there as she shakes and gushes all over your face.

she has to peel you away from her sticky cunt in the end, overstimulated and jolting with every swipe of your greedy tongue.

“good girl,” she pants, “fuck.”

you crawl up her chest until you’re face to face, noses touching.

“was i good, daddy?”

“so good. c’mere, give me a kiss.”

you press your bare tits to her own, hungry for her mouth as she licks into you, tastes herself on your tongue and groans. you pull away for breath, heaving, pupils blown wide and simpering like a lovesick puppy.

“let’s get cleaned up, yeah baby?” she coos, her naked form rising and easily accommodating your clinging body, legs wrapped around her waist, arms over her neck, lips pressed to her jaw as you hang lazily and let your legs dangle. you whine when she sets you down in the sink, working around you to wet a cloth and run it over anywhere marked with sticky residue.

“i know, angel,” she murmurs, teasing. “‘m so mean making you all comfy and clean.”

“y’are,” you grumble, lurching forward to try and plant yourself back in her arms. “cuddle me.”

she swats your thigh, laughing as you snatch the damp cloth and start to swipe it across the insides of her thighs; she knows you’re adamant to look after her the way she does you, even though you both know she’s in charge.

“let’s get you to bed, little monster.” she lifts you back up with ease, amused as ever as you clamber up until you’re completely wrapped around her.

“abs?”

“mm.”

“love you.”

“i love you too.”

you’re asleep before she even gets you back in the bed, her naked skin to yours enough comfort to have you soft and limp in her arms. she doesn’t think she could love you any more than she does right now.

#my writing. #abbyanderson. #abby anderson smut #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson ff #abby anderson x you #abby anderson drabble #abby anderson fan fiction #abby anderson #abby x you #abby x reader #fanfic #writer #writing #writers on tumblr

[b1mbodoll]

PLEASE, I NEED MORE DETAILS ABOUT GHE CHUU THOUGHT

pairings: chuu x f!reader

warnings: stepcest + g!p + corruption (kinda) + pregnancy ment + breeding + creampies + somno + masturbation + mommy kink

stepsister! chuu is such a sweet little thing <3 she’s cutesy n innocent n has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

it’s not like you meant to see it, but when your super attractive stepsister has water running down her body in the shower of your shared bathroom what are you supposed to do?

your eyes are locked on the rivulets of water leaking down her tits and when they stream down her stomach and pelvis you can’t look away, jaw dropping in shock when you notice jiwoo is hung. the sight makes you salivate and clench your thighs, your pussy becoming wetter as you keep watching her shower.

it’s surprising that she doesn’t catch you leering at her like a pervert, thinking nothing of how you avoid eye contact in the days to come and the way you stutter every time you attempt to speak to her.

images of jiwoo’s thick cock and her perfect tits haunt you, making you toss and turn at night leaving unable to sleep.

you can’t resist it any longer, deciding to play with your pussy to the thought of your stepsister when you think she’s asleep. the urge making you stupid, too desperate to cum while thinking of your sister you forget to lock your bedroom door.

you toy with your clit, pressing down on the bundle of nerves before slipping your fingers inside your cunt, arousal coating the digits. you use your free hand to fist the sheets, bunching the fabric as moans escape you, curling your fingers upwards. your mouth falls open in pleasure and the slick sound of your messy cunt fills the room, fucking yourself even faster. juices leak out of your hole and make a mess of your bed, pussy clenching with every thrust of your fingers.

“fuck, m gonna cum! jiwoo ‘m gonna —“ you’re cut off by a squeal of surprise when your door is forced open, chuu on the other side completely caught off guard by the sight of you knuckles deep in your wet cunt. she freezes and you beckon her over, your stepsis locking the door behind her as she makes her way to your bed.

her voice is squeaky when she asks you, “are you okay? w-what were you doing?” she gulps, sitting at the edge of your bed and staring at your floor as if it’s the most interesting thing instead of ogling your hole like she wants to.

“‘m okay, sissy,” you reassure her, the evil little voice in your head telling you to fuck her, “was jus’ thinkin’ about you while touchin’ myself n it felt really good. wish you could’ve helped me.” a faux pout adorns your face making chuu feel guilty for disrupting you.

the silence is deafening and you consider just kicking her out of your room and wallowing in self pity until she speaks up.

“how can i help?”

doing your best to hide the wicked grin threatening to appear is hard but you succeed, voice soft when you reply to her.

“well.. if you really want to help, you could let me ride you? wanna bounce on your cock so bad, sissy, please.”

chuu’s eyes nearly pop out of her head at your request but she collects herself quickly, not wanting to accidentally upset you with her reaction. “okay, um okay i’ll help you. wanna make you feel good.” she licks her lips, cock stiffening the longer she stares at your exposed cunt, puffy clit drawing her attention.

your stepsister wastes no time in undressing, removing each article of clothing hastily and nearly tripping over herself in the process, her cock leaking precum. you pull her onto the bed when she’s completely naked and straddle her almost immediately, pouncing on your virgin stepsister and grinding your wet cunt against her length, juices coating her dick allowing you to hump against her with no problem.

chuu is in heaven. she’s never even touched herself before but she knows that nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your pussy. it’s embarrassing how quickly she cums, semen shooting out in thick ropes and landing on her stomach before you dip your fingers in the creamy substance and slip them into your mouth, moaning around the digits when the taste of her completely overwhelms your senses.

you take advantage of chuu’s pleasure, impaling yourself on her dick while she’s still coming down from her orgasm making her whine, eyes scrunched shut when your tight cunt sucks her thick cock inside easily.

the tip of her cock meets your cervix with every bounce making you moan and you cover your mouth with one hand, afraid to wake your parents. chuu paws at your tits like a perv, squeezing them harshly and pulling at your nipples, completely obsessed with your whimpers.

it’s not long before you cream around her, rings of cum forming at the base of her cock. her dick makes you feel incredibly full, almost overstimulating you when she bucks her hips, forcing her length even deeper inside, the tip slipping past your opening and into your womb.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum! gonnacumgonnacum!“ she warns, fucking into your womb over n over until she reaches her orgasm, semen flooding your insides causing you to twitch from the pleasure. “knock me up, sissy, i w-wanna make you a mommy, please!” you cry, clenching around her in an effort to milk her for all she’s worth. “get me get me pregnant, get me pregnant, get me pregnant!”

chuu’s completely fucked out, tears streaming down her cheeks as you rip soft breathy grunts from her chest when more cum spurts from her tip, spilling inside your womb. there’s so much inside it gushes out around her length, making a mess of her pelvis.

she passes out shortly after and you continue to drain her balls even when she’s unconscious, fucking yourself on her until she’s shooting blanks.

#idk what happened #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #loona #chuu #kim jiwoo #loona x reader #loona smut #chuu x reader #chuu smut #kim jiwoo x reader #kim jiwoo smut #💌.stepcest #💌.g!p #💌.somnophilia #💌.creampies #💌.pregnancy #💌.breeding #💌.mommy kink

[nickgoesinsane]

Quaritch was masturbating his pussy cuz reader didn't play enough attention to him but then reader enters and punish him.

Miles catches his bottom lip between his teeth, trying his best to smother the moans slipping from his mouth. His ears twitch at the soft squelching sounds of his fingers fucking into his cunt. Slick runs down his hand in thick rivulets, his inner thighs soaked from the sheer amount of fluids. His eyes threaten to roll back at the press of the pads of his fingers against that spot inside him that makes his toes curl in pleasure. But it’s not enough, he needs something bigger and warm, he needs—

The curtain of the kelku is drawn open, beads clicking against each other as you make your way in. Your ears are pressed against your skull, your expression one of disapproval as you look down at Miles’ fingers stuffed in his pussy. “Miles,” He whines in response to your disappointed voice, “we talked about this.” 

He doesn’t say anything, he can’t say anything. He can’t think at all. All Miles can do is thrust his hips in time with the plunging of his fingers, his eyes hungrily flitting over your bare skin. His cock drools over his stomach as the smell of your arousal reaches his nostrils. He stares at your crotch, saliva pooling in his mouth, “I want…”

You huff, your tail lashing behind you, “You want, you want, and you want. You’re so selfish, yawnetu.” You shake your head, but you move closer to your shared pallet. “Take them out.” You order, your voice taking that growling tone you use when your students get particularly rowdy. Miles hesitates for a moment before he complies, the walls of his cunt clenching around nothing at the loss. “You want to come so badly? I’ll help you.” Miles’ mouth drops open with a satisfied groan when you slip three fingers inside his pussy, curling expertly, and duck your head to take his weeping cock into your mouth. 

You make him come, again and again, until he’s begging you to stop.

#╰┈➤ nick answers ! #avatar brainrot #sub avatar #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub miles quaritch #recom miles quaritch x reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w #na'vi reader

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

I keep thinking about walking home at night, and stepping over what I think is a puddle, dark and still and inky under the streetlights.

But it winds its way around my leg and grips and pulls me to stop, solid and slick to the touch. It starts dragging me back and reaching for my other leg as it wakes up with the moonrise and the scent of prey. More tentacles follow, immobilising me, but I don't cry out for help. Instead I cover my mouth and stifle my moans as it finds its way up my skirt and between my legs and starts to explore.

Looking around, up and down the street, hoping no-one else comes this way and sees (but also hoping someone does see me like this, pliant and shaking and letting it use me).

How it slides inside and mindlessly pushes deeper, more, with more tentacles, everywhere it can reach. It grips my legs to stop me from running even though I wanted this, I heard the rumours and came here in the dark, hoping.

It would wring orgasm after orgasm out of me, right there in the street as I cover my mouth and try not to wake anyone in the houses along the road, the only noise being the slick sound of it filling me until black inky cum streaks down my legs in thick, virile, dripping rivulets.

And then it holds me, filling me over and over until dawn approaches and it lets me go, returns to sleep. I'd walk home in the cold early morning, hiding from early passersby because even though I'm still clothed, there's no hiding what it did to me when the proof is dripping down my skin, all the way to my ankles.

.

#monsterfucker confessions

[mochilatae]

A Matter Of Time (Namjoon x Reader)

Word Count: 6.1k (ish)

Pairing: Namjoon x Y/n

Rating: 18+/Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Unprotected sex, semi-public sex, night sex, flirting, kissing (tongue and other), making out, drinking, missionary sex, cumming on (you), orgasms (yours and his), dirty talk, oral sex (licking, sucking), intense sex, mouth fixation, finger sucking, fantasizing, semi/public nudity, spying/voyeurism (mild), thinking about Namjoon's big cock. Probably missed a few!

Genre: PWP, Strangers to lovers

AUs: Mildly CEO BTS/CEO Namjoon

Summary: It's just a vacation at a beautiful resort. ..And it's just a matter of time until it becomes more.

Author’s Note: for @worldwideseal. Suffer well, dear sis. Purely for escape and sauce. Don't trouble yourself with the hows or gaps in this plot, just enjoy.

Thank you for reading, should you choose to. If you feel like letting me know what you liked with a comment, I'd love to hear. Reblogging is ALWAYS appreciated, but never required.

Tag List: @kiestrokes @askkrisachan

The travel agency had promised so many beautiful scenes. By far, this view outstripped them all. And this was not the result of losing track of time in tropical heat or some sun baked illusion. 

This was as real as it got: A man, paused at the bow of a decent sized yacht. 

The resort brochure had boats—all shapes and sizes. Certainly ones just like this, but being this close to one wasn’t on your itinerary. But snorkeling was, and you’d been doing fairly well at it. 

Right up until you’d come to the surface to snatch a quick breath and saw the form, standing at the boat front. You sunk lower into the water, until only your nose and eyes showed.

Even the wide lens of the snorkel goggles didn’t diminish this impressive silhouette. Especially not such narrow hips. Or the way his body just widened the higher your stare went. You’d never seen a shoulder span like this, or a neck so elegantly long and thick.

He wore a smile as he rolled it right, face upturned to the sun.

Whatever might be on his mind, the man wore no concern, letting the sun wash across his sparkling face. Head to toe, every inch of skin shimmered. 

You were certainly close enough to watch a few rivulets trickling down one side of his neck. And admire the way his hair was slicked along his scalp with almost artistic swirls. He ran fingers through a section, head rolling your way. 

You snorted. A few bubbles broke the surface in front of your face as you bobbed, legs slowly kicking independent of where your focus was: fully zeroing in on this stranger. He certainly looked content relaxing one hip into the bow rail. 

I KNEW I should have brought my camera. It was your best investment yet: a waterproof style that you’d saved a bit to purchase. Snorkeling had a purpose and you’d kicked yourself all morning after realizing the camera was sitting on the bed back at the hotel, unused.

Based on the man preening in silence, the camera’s full potential was going entirely to waste.

Wouldn’t have been a crime to sneak a snap or two of this hunk between shots of clownfish and stingrays. Or coral beds and seaweed. 

It got better when you actually noted he wasn’t wearing a stitch. It was all bare skin top to toes. He spent a long time in the sun like this because the only parts a shade lighter were the rounds of his ass. 

You had to give it to him, those were the best tan lines you’d EVER seen. Following the down slope of his abdomen, you caught the peek of familiar shape. Thick and bare. Your eyes popped as your gaze dragged to the other end of the boat, finding letters, painted immaculately in black with fleur-de-lis shapes accenting.

Fanta-sea 

That’s cute. You had a passing concept of boat names, knowing enough that they were usually clever, humorous, or even punny at times. This name suited the owner. As far as you were concerned, he met the definition of a fantasy.

Foremost, yours but who even KNEW how many other women. There was no way on God’s green earth this man was here without company. And if he was? A resort this nice would soon fix that.

You took an unabashed eyeful of the man's ass when he turned away, readily deciding this was the choicest ass you’d ever seen. What you’d managed to see of his front was surpassed only with this angle. He was blessed with long legs and hamstrings defined by sections of tight muscle.

It was truly a delight for the eyes as he strolled towards the bridge, then ducked through an open door there. With him gone, your shoulders surfaced and tension ebbed away. That didn’t stop your lips trembling.

“Jesus..” 

Yes, you’d been floating out here for a while, finally accustomed to the temperature, but now a chill ran the length of your body. Skin prickled against the flow as you began a sluggish dog paddle, heading for the shore. 

Although you’d started further down from where the yacht floated, it was hard to believe you’d missed it this easily. Every stroke against the current, you tried not to look back. Tried not to think about how he looked. How long he might be staying and was it the same resort? 

For now, he seemed to be alone. There’d been no telling giggle, or signs of anyone else there to share the space and the view. No other body sprawled out on the deck, soaking up sunlight. That lack just added more questions to a rapidly growing list. 

First and most pressing of all: What is his name? 

The second followed just as doggedly, sinking claws into your brain: How could I even meet this guy?

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The ‘how’ came about all on its own, when you stood at the bar, watching the bartender pouring your drink. Until this moment, you’d been all too fixated on how close he could get to the top and not spill a single drop. 

Just beyond the bartender’s left side, you noticed the stare. It wasn’t that you’d gotten to really see the face clearly, but you didn’t need to. 

The shoulders were enough, even stressing the crisp white shirt of the form leaned against the bar, directly across the way. 

And your confusion dimmed the lazy jazz and island fused beats down to a thrum as his stare held. You found the barstool suddenly so preciously high with both feet swinging inches off the floor. 

Your fingers gripped the bar edge as you watched the man stand and make his way around. When he did, you knew that body, even a layer of clothing on.

With a warm evening breeze playing through your hair, your eyes followed the white, linen shirt approaching. It fluttered around the man’s chest as he braced an elbow into the counter next to your left side. 

His smile had one dimple and the very subtle shadow of a second on the other cheek. The neon signs above the bar reflected in his curious stare. Both dark brows twitched up.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” At least you managed to speak up. Although the resort bar wasn’t packed at this hour, it was easy to hear your racing heart. The pace was much more than when you’d been kicking through the waves to chase exotic fish or explore coral reefs. And the view, even better.

A glass slid nearer. The man glanced there, then came back to your face. “Yours?” 

As you lifted the glass the contents shivered briefly. Your lips met the rim with a responsive “Mmhmm.”

“Are you here alone?” He was moving along, another temperate breeze washing around you both. He wasn’t afraid to ask what you’d wondered earlier. You were beyond certain that this WAS that same man.

Your skin felt alive. It wasn’t just tropical heat, and it would soon be moving to other places. Several, ready to respond as intended around a good looking man like this. 

You gulped down a mouthful of fruity coolness, hoping a little liquid courage would go a long way. Especially with your mind full of nothing but the recall of this man’s bare ass and smiling face, soaking up the sun hours ago. 

But do you admit that? How could someone even approach that kind of thing? You couldn’t very well say ‘Yes I saw you naked, on a boat. No big deal..’ It wasn’t exactly a nudist resort here and he probably didn’t even think anyone would see as far down the beach as you’d gone. 

It must have been written all over your face, because the man’s head inclined as his expression devolved into a cheeky grin. “What is it?” 

“I’m alone.” You replied. His stare intensified, his upper body inching closer,closing off space for the breeze roiling its way down the bar, heading at you both again. Your skin was starting to get clammy. 

“Is there something else?” 

“..No.” Your eyes moved to the glass, sweating on the counter nearby and your nails drumming the wooden bartop. Out of beat and tapping the nail points in a nervous staccato. 

He didn’t break eye contact. “I’m here alone too. How rare do you think that is?” 

“Not that rare.” You ventured. 

There was no way to really know, but you hadn’t missed the pairs and groups of people wandering around in the previous days. The beach was riddled with goers, all laughing and communing around you and your lone towel, umbrella pitched at an angle as you squinted into a book and sucked down a mimosa for a few hours. 

It wasn’t a bad thing, but it wasn’t like you’d been able to say you were having the MOST fun you could have. You had plenty of things to do and a partner or friends would just drag your schedule down. 

“I think it’s interesting, anyway.” 

While he was facing the bar and ordering a drink, you studied his face. The man’s skin had become dewy. The sheen went all the way down into the space at the top of his shirt. This wasn’t like ocean water evaporating in the midday sun rays.

This was a muggy summer sweat, which ALSO suited him well. It was getting hard to ignore the darker spots starting to appear where the sweat concentrated most, at the center of his broad chest.  

He turned back with a glass in hand, raised it, then sipped, you spoke up with fingers circling your own glass. You didn’t sip. The glass never even left the bar. 

“You’re here on that tour package–Island Escape?” It didn’t hurt to ask. “...I am. It was a great deal. Once in a lifetime thing, you know?” You added. Now felt like the right time to lay out your purpose for setting foot on these beautiful grounds, and it'd save him the trouble of asking.

He smiled again. “I’m more the self guided tour type.” 

“You travel a lot?” Alone, hopefully.

The man nodded. You smoothed hair from your neck, winding the sweat dampened strand around one finger. 

“Is it for work or…” Your voice trailed off. Bare toes curling, you came off the bar seat and went to the balls of both feet. You shouldn’t yield to the pressure pushing up from inside your hips, but there was every incentive NOT to ignore it. 

“..Or something.” The man’s lids lowered perceptibly, watching you over the glass as he took another long sip, then set it down, entirely facing you.

Something about that was so satisfying, despite being overwhelmed. KNOWING he was looking at you, versus you looking at him–with him unaware–was an entirely different ball game. 

“How often do you take these trips?” The man asked. 

“Let’s start with the important question.” You retorted, a smile breaking out. He mirrored it, showing just how perfect his teeth were too. 

“Hmm?” 

“What’s your name?”

His head dropped with a chuckle, making both shoulders dance and drooping the shirt front lower. Giving a clear-as-day view of the tight valley between his pecs. And hints of muscle there, judging by the shadows playing. Your throat clenched.  

“Yes, we SHOULD get that out of the way. A nagging detail, but probably important. I’m Namjoon.” 

After he said his name, he held out a hand. You found his grip warm and measured as he pumped your hand but didn’t let go first. You wanted to hold it all night, but reluctantly pulled your hand back and rested it palm down on your thigh, feeling the heat through your gauzy skirt.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you, Namjoon.” 

Namjoon’s head bowed deeper this time, then he looked towards the resort, watching people further away. There were more couples. Somehow the attendance doubled between when you’d gotten here and when he’d come over. It wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d stumbled upon this man hours ago, when you’d seen him in a most intimate way–birthday suited and sun drenched.

For all you knew, this resort had a nudist beach portion. There was plenty to discover and you only had a handful of days. You’d only begun to check off a full list of activities, none of which stimulated below the belt. 

Until tonight. 

“You’ve been here a little while?” Namjoon asked, stepping closer. Standing that much closer. Within reach, more so than he’d been before. Unspoken respect, but that didn’t mean you weren’t more tempted to reach out and touch. 

Underneath your skirt, the heat was becoming too much. So was the ache that was gnawing through you.

“A couple days.” You agreed. 

“Me too. It’s nice this time of year.” 

“Is that your..boat?” 

Namjoon’s brows shot up again, then pinched briefly. “My boat?” He looked good, even feigning confusion, eyes shining playfully. 

“Yes.” You puffed a little. “Out there in the water–I saw it earlier.” 

“When?” He asked. 

“Today. I was snorkeling and I saw it….saw you.” Fire clawed up your neck. Namjoon caught the flutter in your lids and lowered his own more. He took a brief bite of his lower lip, then scoffed.  

“Did you? What was the name on the boat?” 

“Fanta-sea, I think.” Don’t think. I KNOW. And Namjoon KNEW that you knew. His face came a little closer.

“Yeah. That’s my yacht. Didn’t think anyone would be on the section of beach, down that far. Usually it’s empty.” 

Usually? You swallowed hard. “You’ve been there before?” Surely he meant the day before, or earlier than that. 

“This time of year, yes. Other times it’s pretty packed. I try to avoid it in the dead of the season.” 

“Season.” You echoed. Clarity was coming, rapidly. He wasn’t talking about it as a season vacation package-goer. This was so much more. 

“Mmhm. Travel season. When vacationers overrun this resort. It’s not too bad right now. But there are times..” He didn’t finish, chuckling. When he grew quiet you stared into his eyes. And he looked deeper into yours, stirring something that had your walls twitching. 

“Y/n..” He was solemn as another breeze wrestled the shirt around his body. Your thinned lips refused to release any kind of affirmative sound—not that he needed it to continue. “..Have you ever been on a yacht?”

“Sounds rough..” You managed.

You wanted to finish the rest of your drink but you were certain the glass would smash to the ground if you tried to pick it up right now. Instead, Namjoon pushed the glass further out of reach, following the bar top towards your hand. His fingers lightly rode the knuckles on the back of that hand. 

Your head shook. 

“I want you to see mine. Come with me?” 

You wanted more than that. You wanted Namjoon, just as you’d seen him earlier, except bathed in moonlight, naked under your gaze. If you could be guaranteed a chance at that…. 

Once again, he must have read the desire telegraphing in microexpressions across your face when he took your hand, fingers laced easily through. He tugged you closer, staring down his nose. 

“Know you didn’t come here to see a boat, but trust me. It’ll be worth it.” 

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You’d managed a few indulgences in your time on this planet–the occasional spa day with your closest friend. A nice dinner with your parents. A birthday shopping spree at the best stores on the rich end of town. 

Stepping foot on a yacht wasn’t quite on your list, but not for the reason you’d assumed. Where you lived wasn’t close enough to a beach or convenient to fly to without sinking a whole day in and out of airports and planes. 

But this trip came with bonuses that checked the lux yacht experience off your list after inking it right at the top.

Stepping onto Namjoon’s yacht proved it was even BETTER from on board than it had appeared floating in the ocean and stone’s throw away. Even with just the moonlight painting the finely finished wood deck. 

The surface was cool under your feet as you paused away from the ladder and slipped off your flats. You laid them next to Namjoon’s shoes, arranged neatly side by side, then followed him as he moved towards the beam, where the yacht seemed to be widest. You could spin around, arms wide and never hope to hit a single thing–in fact ALL of your closest friends could do that very same thing with that guarantee. 

Namjoon had turned, watching your big eyes roaming with a measured smirk. Slowly his arms crossed at his chest. 

“View better from up here, hmm?” The wind was stronger here, and a bit cooler, coming off the water and the rocking of the yacht wasn’t noticeable as you’d expected. It was more an imperceptible sway. 

“It’s beautiful.” You marveled. 

Eventually your attention found its way to Namjoon, the darkness around consuming the taller portions of the ship, disappearing into the shadows if you squinted up or in any direction too far. 

Not that it mattered. 

This man standing just in sight, chest expanded, and the wind teasing his shape through whipping fabric was the best, most breathtaking view of them all. You weren’t even sure you’d noticed any stars in the sky as you gazed at Namjoon’s beaming smile. 

“When you saw me today….What was I doing?” A step brought Namjoon close again and you braced, leaning into the soft tilt you could feel in your senses as a wave rolled the giant yacht body a little. 

“Just…standing here.” You replied, skimming back more hair as it spilled forward over your shoulder, dragged by the wind. You knew he was watching that action, his eyes roving in matching directions. 

“Standing here?” He glanced down. “I don’t think it was here.” 

“Did you?” He moved by you, but had your hand as he did, pulling you closer to the railing. You didn’t end up there, but you could see down into the water from the nose of the boat well enough. You had a sense of somewhere, in that dark ocean below, that he’d be lying to say he hadn’t seen you floating there–even as vast as the ocean was. 

You held back a giggle.

“Obviously not there.” You looked around, nodding towards the bow of the boat. “There… I think. It was hard to tell from down in the water but…I saw enough.” 

The water was too clear and calm earlier. And your bright pink snorkel set stuck out like a sore thumb, but you said nothing, combing back more hair on the other side, tucking it behind that ear. 

Namjoon released your hand. His feather lite touch grazed your chin.

“I was standing near here.. Hmm?” You nodded, watching him do the same a little, fingers circling your chin. Pressure came as he squeezed softly, pulling the rounded shape up faintly. “..Just doing nothing?” 

You managed another nod, grateful he didn’t let go. 

“...What else did you see?” 

“What do you mean?” You breathed. That building feeling that had nestled and filled up your pelvis became a massive, pulsing ache. There wasn’t a single, undisturbed nerve there. 

“I think you can tell me.” 

Whatever had compelled you to keep staring like earlier today, treading water, or across the bar during Namjoon’s approach, it was bigger than everything right now.

It kept you from breaking eye contact and prevented any lie from growing roots. 

Namjoon’s face relaxed as his brows shifted as he nibbled his lip longer this time. “And what did you think of that?” 

“..Nothing.” Your tongue swept your lips and the wind sucked the moisture away in a blink.

“..You weren’t wearing anything.”

It wasn’t like you’d never seen a man naked. In your life you’d seen PLENTY of them. All shapes and sizes, but none like Namjoon. None had hit you so directly in the center of your need. 

“I liked it.” 

“I liked being naked. It’s freeing.” 

You squeaked. It meant something, but you didn’t have time to figure out what. Namjoon’s thumb pried your lower lip down as he leaned towards you. His lips opened just a little. Dizziness rushed to your head as you swooned towards his approach. 

At the last minute he stopped, the touch of his lips a silky heat as he spoke into your parted lips. 

“Did you like what you saw?” 

“Yes.” You whined. “Your body is—” 

“Mmnnn..” He dragged his lips across yours for a peck and pulled back just so, again. “Be naked with me? I think you’ll find it’s liberating here.” 

“Here?” You blinked, feeling your lips sinking around his thumb as he fed the tip past your lips. 

“Yes. Out here. On my yacht. On the deck. Under the stars. Are you here to enjoy yourself and do what you want? I am.” 

You didn’t answer, lips still tight around his finger, until it popped free from your latch. You chased it a little until Namjoon seized your chin again and leveled his stare on you, nose to nose. 

“Y/n..” His tone dropped a level, dragged across gravel. Serious, to match his unflinching gaze. “What did you want when you saw me naked?” 

Where could you even start? You went with the first thing your brain and loins demanded in unison. 

“I wanted to feel you.” Confession felt so good, the heat spilling up out of your mouth as you spoke. Namjoon leaned his front into you, letting you get a good sense of his body. And it was exactly as firm and muscled as it looked from that big, deep blue world below. 

You went about as wet too, right at your seal. Your nipples perked and you moaned when his chest dragged your top across the newly woken points. 

Namjoon cradled one hip, then gathered the hem of your shirt, guiding it up your side. The other hand did the same, bringing your top to your breasts, peeling it away. Along with the bra underneath, he dropped both to the deck.

Smiling, Namjoon pulled your hands to his hips and nodded. “Go ahead. Help me out?”

This was really happening.

All the questions and pondering that had been building all day long and simmering all night were now about to find a happy realization. Fruition, in the form of your fingers, under Namjoon’s shirt, pushing rough and fast. He did the rest at his shoulders, hauling the garment off. It went right to the ground, atop yours. 

Without speaking, your fingers walked the waist of his bottoms, finding them just like his shirt: a lighter material and quickly off his body. He kicked them clear after you stood up. Without waiting, his hands guided your skirt down. 

As the stretching waistband widened and rolled down your hips, Namjoon mouthed over your bare belly. You moaned, listening to the sound carried away by the salty breeze. It didn’t matter–what mattered was how good this felt. 

The water lapped the hull as Namjoon’s lips pressed into your skin. He tugged a bit of skin below your navel, shuffling your panties down last. When his open mouth found your pussy, your thighs shook and you melted down against his face. 

Namjoon was ready, jaw flexing as his hands caught your hips, lifting you enough. His tongue dove against your folds, spreading you with a few long, firm licks. From the way his moan rattled your mound, he was more than pleased with the taste. 

The stars you barely made out winking in the sky overhead, faded again as your eyes rolled shut when Namjoon pulled your clit tight between his lips. And sucked, deep. Hard. Pulsing his lips with a suction that didn’t falter. 

It went on for some time until you felt like everything was flowing down, out of you. Your senses finally came back enough to groan his name as fingers scraped his scalp. Twisted hair through your fingers, tugging him closer, then trying to pull him away. 

Namjoon wrestled himself free with a dulcet sigh. “You taste…so good…” He swabbed your slick from his lips in a lick, then palmed your ass. “...Lay down for me, baby..” 

The deck was exactly as smooth as it'd been under your soles, when back and ass met it. No sooner and Namjoon went to hands and knees, then stroked both palms down the insides of your thighs to guide them apart and settled between. One leg he draped along the inside of an arm, the other he pushed up and out, angling the knee to widen you. 

Opening you at the very center, wind spilling over slick coated skin. It felt good, but that didn’t last long. The gnawing emptiness was back and your hips twisted as you whimpered. The very last thing on your mind was the devilish details. 

Small things, like what Namjoon said next. 

“Y/n…You okay with raw?”

I shouldn't. So why do I WANT to? Vacations were about being care free, but this was about as far from sensible as you'd ever been. ...And every fiber said you WANTED it. Right-wrong-whatever, let it sweep you up.

Your palm struck wood, then dragged with a squeal of damp skin and sting of friction. Breasts jerked and rose higher as you arched. Impatience went right down to the center of your soul.  

“Yes..” You gasped. “..Just want you.. Please… fill me up.” 

Namjoon’s gripped cock drew close and he swept the head right up your center, coating the blunt end. You wanted to wither at the way he moaned in surprise. It wasn’t long before he guided his tip right against your opening. 

A palm thumped against the deck, bracing right next to your hitched knee. The other arm bent, keeping your other draped leg angled shamelessly high. Then Namjoon slid inside. It was relief at first, as you stretched around his shaft. Then it was sweet pain as he sank deeper, stretching you more. 

Your ass wiggled when Namjoon pulled back. Pushed in, with a single, firm body roll. He slid back out, then plunged again, this time falling immediately into a steady pump. He had a stroke that said he knew what to do with himself. 

And how to take care of the perky tightness that was developing the more he thrust. Your fingers started at his forearms, circling there, then nails touched skin, sinking in, then dragging higher with a low moan. Your body shook with the impact, then gyrated counter to Namjoon’s marching pace. 

“You feel so…tight. God..” He snarled, snapping hips harder. Less gentle, his head went back. The stars were back, under your lids, and when they opened, the shining started on Namjoon's skin.

Underneath your bare ass and back, the deck was alive with sound–you shifting up inch by inch with the power packed into each forward driving motion. Namjoon was heading quickly towards pounding and it was opening a pit of pleasure under your belly. Your walls gave a massive clench and chills washed over you.

An orgasm was right there, about to hit you hard. Your cocked knee recoiled more, snapping in place over Namjoon’s hip. The other heel sank into his back. Both climbed higher as he grunted. Added force. Barreled into you–through you. Waves of pleasure built on top of each other inside you.

Another dizzying rush and you barely gasped out  “That’s it…Namjoon—” before it all hit you at once. Struck you dumb in a full body convulsion. His instroke faltered as you seized around him, clinging so hard onto his biceps that he shuddered. It must have hurt, but you couldn’t be bothered to notice.

You couldn’t help anything you did,except let out a high pitched shriek of relief. However far that carried, it wouldn’t be a surprise if it reached the shore. You’d taken more than enough time at 7 knots, getting further and further offshore, rising and boring through inky waters, deep into the approaching night. 

And it led to this: you, under Namjoon, his cock stabbing relentlessly into you as he went on after a short reprieve. Enough that he could pummel you again, taking his own turn. Your nails slid through moisture again. 

Had to be more sweat developing faster than the wind could wick away, but that was fine. Your pussy was ultra wet, just tight enough he could get away with more force. More depth. And it sounded so good. You were helpless to do much but lay here. Taking it with eyes bleary and fixed on a far away point of light. A single, white point blinking in the distant horizon. 

And you, rocking against the final thrusts. Rocking like the waves against the ship’s hull, giving away as it was meant to: You, wet and pliant, melting around Namjoon with his last plunge in, before he pulled out and brought himself upright, head thrown back. His shaft speared once more through five tightly circled fingers, then the spurt of cum splashed onto your belly.

Hitting higher, shot by shot until he created a decent, milky pool between your shivering breasts. 

It was just like that moment you’d seen him on the bow–under the golden sun. A mirrored moment, but bathed in white of the moon’s delicate aura now. Head craned, lines in his neck strong, taut skin aglimmer again. And like earlier, it pulled you in entirely. You couldn’t look away, eyes barely open, adrift in the afterglow. 

Namjoon had to be proud of the sight: sweat and his load, mixed on your chest and torso. He openly admired, then his shoulders dropped. Eventually he leaned over you. In spite of however much effort he’d just put out, Namjoon was still just as careful laying against you with his full body weight.

His weary smile wasn’t lacking any satisfaction. A dreaminess painted his moon washed features. You found it easy to get lost, admiring in silence as he gathered thoughts then spoke.

“...God.. you’re…” That was YOU, robbing an obviously well spoken man of the coherency he was accustomed to. Probably even KNOWN for in his daily and professional life. I did that. And fuck does it feel AMAZING. If the girls back home only knew… 

Not that you’d ever tell.

“Mmmm..You…didn’t want to finish inside me?” Was that really pouting in your tone? Were you really too fucked out to question yourself or hide it? 

Namjoon chuckled, looking down at your breasts, and further, getting a much closer look at the chaos he’d left behind. The verdict was in–he was quite impressed at the handiwork.

“You didn’t ask.” When he dragged fingertips through his fluids on your belly, then headed for your mound, your hips lifted. His hand pulled back just before he reached what you were offering all over again. “..Mnnnngg…Good aim and distance.” 

“You’d cum inside me if I wanted?” 

Namjoon looked at you again,from under lowered brows, wearing a questionable smirk. “I’d consider it. Not the brightest move if we’re strangers.”

“Neither is condomless sex. Or sex on a boat, in the open ocean air.” 

“Sex on the beach is an option too, Y/n. The night is still young and I know a stretch of beach that’s empty for SURE this time.” 

“God..” You began. Delight tightened everything inside. Although you’d just cum, the body was quickly recovering and the mind was more than willing to meet this man’s unflagging energy. “..Namjoon..” you gasped, turning your face when shyness caught up for a moment.  

He wasn’t letting that feeling gain any traction,bringing his face close, angling for a kiss. Ultimately soft, exploring your mouth lightly with his tongue. When yours flirted past his lips, he sucked the tip and you squeezed around nothing, drowning in a moment of pure desire. The kiss was over all too soon, and Namjoon was sitting up onto his knees.

“Let’s go below deck. Clean up and change.” He’d already begun indiscriminately collecting clothing, pausing to dab away the more plentiful globs he’d left behind on your chest and belly. 

“Does that mean we’re heading back to shore?” 

Namjoon sighed. “..Eventually, we have to.”

He WAS right, but you didn’t want to just yet. Not tonight and maybe not until tomorrow afternoon. It was much different enjoying the ocean being out on, rather than splashing hundreds of feet offshore or laying out on a towel in the sand. 

Namjoon detected the concern in a pinch between your brows. “What’s wrong?” 

“Does ‘eventually’ mean…now?” 

“Not if you don’t want it to. I don’t…Is that okay?” 

Relief felt as cool as the night air racing across your thighs and breasts. The puddled fluid on your skin was rapidly becoming distracting for different reasons: a persistent reminder of the temperature falling around you as the night wore on. 

“Yes.” You smiled as he took your hand and brought you to your feet. Even entirely naked, you suddenly didn’t care much. It was a nice surprise. In the past, nudity hadn’t been the easiest for you. A vacation from that hang up was a bonus. 

Standing face to face, Namjoon watched you for a moment. And you gazed up, remembering the moment you saw his eyes, around the bartender. You hadn’t done much and it hadn’t been long, but you felt different enough to ensure you’d come back from this trip a changed person. 

“Let’s get settled. Sleeping on a yacht in the ocean…It’s like a waterbed. Best sleep of your life..” There was no need to promise. Namjoon had already guaranteed it. From the pleasant and relaxing heaviness seeping through every limb, this would be the most refreshing night of sleep you’d had in a long time. 

And when it came to vacations and resorts, this would lead the pack for a long time too.

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You buckled the lap belt long before the flight leveled out and reclined back into your seat. It was routine. Everything, going off without a hitch. At the airport reasonably early. Breezing through security. And now, perfectly situated–magazine on your lap. Earplugs prepped for insertion. Carry on tucked under your seat. Your final step in the ‘routine’ was a look out the window. 

Cruising altitude was a few minutes away, but peeking out the small window to your left, you could see it all easily enough. 

The island. Large, pale squares of the resort’s most prominent buildings. Even the darker red clay tiles of the resort bar. Where your best night had begun. Better than the hikes. Better than the tours of the ancient landmarks. 

And out there, at the shoreline, the thin white trail of the waves rushing at the shore line, then ebbing away as they slid back to where they’d come: the vast and endless ocean. You couldn’t  make out figures on the beach anymore, from this high up. 

And because of that, you knew looking for Namjoon was fruitless, until the moment you saw it: his ship there, anchored further down the shore, opposite from where you’d found him. A single, elongated white shape, alone on the blue. 

For a moment a pang of sadness filled you dangerously to the top, bringing a brief heat to your eyes, but you blinked it away, smiling against the thick plastic of the window. You focused on his boat for a bit longer, then shut the window shade. 

It was how you needed to leave things: the last sight should be what had made the most impact in your memory: Namjoon. And his smile as he let your hand go first,when you’d left this morning. Early–just before the sun was fully out, sweatshirt shapeless on your form, eyes puffy from sleep but still struggling to drink him in so close. 

And what he’d said–that he’d see you again... How did you know?

Show and prove came in the form of a link: a text with a link. When you clicked it brought up a calendar with Namjoon’s name. There wasn't much detail beyond dates and locations--blocks of color hashing out days at a time. 

Whoever Namjoon was here at the resort, beyond the boundaries and back in daily life, he was regimented. Private. Very secure. Protective of his time and much, much more.

Those walls were high but for a few hours he'd given you a peek over. This text brought them down again--something you had a feeling did not come easy or often.

He meant what he said. 'I'll see you again.'

Scrolling forward through his calendar, for a few months from now, you knew exactly when. Your mind was already doing the math farther ahead. Finding that perfect alignment. 

All you had to do was pick a date and fly there. From here,and no matter how far apart you were, it was just a matter of time. 

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[hunnie--bunnie]

mood of the hour with suguru is so UGH, can u PLS do a part 2 😮‍💨

𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 ❥ 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 ❥ milf!reader, dilf!tattooed!pierced!suguru, daddy/mama, talk of breeding, lactation, praise, light teasing, some making out, kissing your pussy

𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗿’𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 ❥ of course, I love writing about dilf!Suguru!

Giving you a show as he slowly slides his hand over his cock he wonders, "Do you need my cum in your pussy that badly?" His dark pink head peaking through his pale fist. Sliding his hand along his length, his cock drooping underneath its weight. Resting on his fat balls, while his tip hangs well past.

Pleading with Suguru, "Mm hm! Daddy, I want to feel your warm cum deep in my stomach." Spreading your pussy lips apart, while softly massaging your right tit. Causing thick rivulets to trickle over your hand and the fat of your breasts.

You’re a beautiful mess. With your tits wet with milk, your pussy and thighs glimmering with your slick. Pleading with Suguru when he says nothing, "Want to feel your veiny, fat cock rubbing my pussy." Pumping your fingers past your lips.

Admiring your husband. Your favorite piece on his body is the large intertwining dragons, one head stopping by his left v-line. While the other dragon's tail drew against to matching deep line of his v.

The large piece highlights the harsh contours of Suguru's muscular chest. Often you follow the lines, your fingers slipping further down. Until your hand vanishes into his underwear to fondle his balls.

Suguru drops to his knees in front of you, while asking, "How good do I make her feel?" Kissing the inside of your thigh. Licking a strip up the outer lip of your pussy. Then hovering over your pussy, waiting for you to answer him with,

"Every stroke makes my brain goes blank. All I can do is take your cock however you give it to me.” Spreading his fingers out on your stomach. Pressing down softly, licking your clit.

Your pussy clenches as the hard, warm bar swipes over your clit. Trembling from the difference in pressure from his tongue to metal to the tongue. Your toes curl as he groans into your pussy.

Pulling away, moaning, "So sweet, just like you mama." Suguru grabs your hips as you gather his long hair. Lining himself up both of you watch your pussy lips part for his head.

Leaning down, groaning against your lips, "I love you." Slipping his tongue past your lips when you open your mouth to respond. The sound twisting into a whimper as your pussy stretches over his fat head.

Suguru's pace is slow, giving you another inch every time. Letting your pussy comfortably adjust to him. While cupping both heavy breasts, your soft fat spills through his large fingers.

❥ m.list

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[baka-bakeneko]

Here, Kitty Kitty - Miguel O'Hara

Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader (AFAB Biology)

a/n: miguel likes kitties, call me patience bc i'm catwoman now

wc: 2.42k

part one here

tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, Black Cat (sorta) reader, Dominant Miguel, "punishment" sex, undressing, scratches, spanking, thigh-fucking, dry humping, dick riding, the boots/gloves stay on, multiple positions, cock-warming, ruined orgasm, go stupid ahhh go crazy

synopsis: only Miguel knows how to put you in your place

Sitting on your rooftop, you studied the tips of your silver-adorned claw. More so the silver bands decorated with ruby and sapphire gems along your fingers. How could you not take back what you stole in the first place?

Of course Miguel said 'canon event' this and that, but who could deny the shimmer of gems in moonlight? You kicked the heels of your boots against the brick wall, wiggling the rings on your fingers while you stared at them against the New York landscape before you.

"Didn't take you long, eh, gatito? Same tricks," Miguel chastised from behind you.

You flexed your nose, wondering how he still remained under your detection. You tilted your ear in the direction of his voice.

His hand grabbed at your jaw, his fingers pressed into the hinge of your mandible. You tilted your head, grazing Miguel's thigh as your eyes adjusted to the night sky above you. Then...him.

His mask was off of him, staring down the bridge of his nose at you. Miguel's jaw was tense, his fingers petting along your jaw with his claws scraping your skin.

"What can I say? I love the thrill," you whispered up at him, feeling his index fold up your chin to caress your bottom lip.

He narrowed his eyes, tsked once then tightened his hand at your throat. "You just love the consequences."

"And who's fault is that?"

Miguel pulled you off of the ledge, manhandled you over his shoulder then threw open the door to your apartment stairwell. "We don't have to mention that part."

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself upright at his lower back. Miguel's claws sank into your thigh, puncturing your suit and skin. The small rivulets of blood began to wet your inner thigh, slowly mixing with the slick that came from Miguel's presence.

You counted the steps, kicking your heels giddily all the way down to your apartment. "Rough day, Spidey?"

"Ah," Miguel spat in dismissal, arriving at your front door and kicking it open. "No talking."

You raised your brows in surprise, looking at the back of Miguel's head. "But how will I tell you how good you look?"

Miguel placed you on your feet, slamming your door behind him. He gave you a once over, puckered his lips in thought. "Get naked."

A rush went through your system, your feet tickling with the electric that trickled down your spine. You went for your zippers on your boots before Miguel stepped closer to you.

"Leave them on. And the gloves." Miguel gulped softly, his claw hooking onto the circle in your bodysuit zipper. "Just this, por favor."

You met Miguel's eyes, your chest heaving softly. "Do it for me?"

You leaned into Miguel, snaring his lips with yours. Miguel huffed through his nose at you, his top lip ready to peel away with a snarl. You kissed him, pressing your front to his.

Miguel's claws raked down your body, taking grip of your breast when it was freed of the bodysuit. His other hand followed its lead, pinching your nipples between his thumb and index knuckle.

You squirmed, feeling his claws knead into your skin and leave welts. He unzipped more of your suit, taking in the curve of your body while his lips finally worked to meet yours.

The hunger returned in him, opening his mouth to prod his tongue into yours. You keened, arching into him to devour what he offered.

Your zipper stopped at the top of your slit, the cool air of your apartment wafting across your damp stomach. Miguel's hands slithered into your suit, grabbing handfuls of your ass, forcing you closer to him.

You circled your arms around his thick neck, let your legs spread to mount him. Miguel growled into you, his fang pinching at your bottom lip to draw blood.

You reeled back at it, your forehead rested to his, then returned for more. He blindly trekked your apartment, finding the edge of your bed.

Miguel sat, pulled you further into his lap as he guided you out of your suit. You aided his effort, peeling the sleeves of your body suit over your gloves then struggling to do the same with your boots. As requested.

He leaned away from you, tossing away your bodysuit and admiring everything else. Miguel's hands ran up the length of your gloves, then did the same up the calves of your boots.

"Malo, malo gatito," Miguel chastised, landing his hand the apple of your ass. He rubbed in its place, soothing your skin from the sting.

That was until he did it again and you flinched.

"You think I'm kidding," he muttered against your chin, watching you coil at the stringent spank to your body. "You enjoy this too much."

You said nothing, only arched into Miguel while allowing his hand to caress your ass. "I'm a glutton for your punishment."

You leaned down to hold Miguel's face, kissed at the tip of his nose. Miguel snarled at you, grabbing your hips and tossing you off of him. He climbed after you, lowering himself onto your body and grabbing your wrists.

He stretched you out under him, rutting his cloaked cock against your wet slit. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to you behaving badly."

You grinned up at him, your hands clasping over his. "You're only encouraging me at this point."

Miguel deadpanned at you, forcing his bulge tighter against your clit. You hissed, eyes rolling at the rolling feeling of pleasure that lapped up your stomach.

With you turning your head to follow his languid thrusts against you, Miguel leaned into your ear and precariously balanced your lobe between his fangs. "I can make it hurt, if you prefer."

You whined, wriggling your legs out from under his to angle your knees up. Miguel used his thighs to wrangle you back under him, caging your calves under his. He splayed over you, frog-like, with his ankles crossed over one another.

"What would you prefer?" you whimpered, your stomach rolling again with another slow thrust of his hips.

Miguel said nothing, only ducked his head to your neck and lapped eagerly at your skin. In an instant, his suit dissipated from his body and he sank into you without warning.

It felt tighter than before, your thighs attempting to melt apart but wedged together by Miguel's knees. You raised up, burying your face in Miguel's shoulder with a low moan.

You struggled to not focus on drawing your legs apart, only felt Miguel's hot cock nestled inside you. Still, your hips bucked in response, trying to resume his thrusts.

"I prefer to watch you squirm, gatito," he growled up to your ear, biting into your lobe. "Just like this."

You did just that, desperately trying to get his moment while your walls pulsed around his cock. You couldn't find a response, only wanting the pleasure in your stomach to continue rolling up.

"You can't even focus, can you? No quick wit now?" Miguel taunted, pulling himself out of you.

You drew out a whine, internally pitching a fit at being so close to Miguel and losing him. His slow drawl out of you left a warm wake that made you tense, trying to chase the fleeting feeling.

"Ah." Miguel sat up on his elbows, staring down at your face. "This is punishment, eh?"

"This isn't funny," you metered out, your stomach now festering a wanton itch where the pleasure was once stored.

"But it is," Miguel whispered, rested his forehead to yours with a nudge of his nose. "This is a good punishment."

He sank into you again, his cock paving through you; your knees tempted to shake, your calves burning under him as you tried once again to free your legs.

You leveled your stomach, pushing away the itch when Miguel's thick head conformed against your g-spot.

"Deep breath," Miguel coached, tilting his chin an inch to catch your lips. His tongue slowly slipped into your mouth while you stared down your nose at him.

His eyes fell closed, the tease of a smile against your kiss, while you strained against his hands clasped on your wrists.

Miguel pulled out again, his withdrawal only making your thighs burn before he sank in again. You raised your hips, thinking the worst was over, until he retracted and rested his tip to your entrance.

He bit away from your kiss in a huff, releasing your hands and grabbing your hips. Your hands went for the nape of his neck, ready to yank angrily at his locks before Miguel shifted you to the head of the bed, then rolled you on top of him.

"You want it so badly?" He bit in your face, moving your hips over his waist until you were knelt over his at-attention cock. "Work for it yourself."

Miguel stared from under his crestfallen brow at you, his dull eyes holding nothing but contempt. You readied your knuckles in his short hair to pull, but his hands at your waist made the first move and you were speared on his cock.

He poked at your forehead, dissuading you. "I see right in there, there's no escaping me."

Your top lip curled lightly but ceased at Miguel rolling his hips, angling his cock against your innermost wall. Your knees squeezed at his hips, frozen in the growing ache until he stopped.

Another swat to your ass brought you back to staring into his eyes. Though his mouth made no move to turn, you could tell he was enjoying this.

"Vamos," he spat lowly, his hand still placed at your hip teasing his claws to sink into your skin. "Ride it if you want it."

You swallowed and rose up on your knees, feeling the heat rise up your thighs. It met with the stinging patch from his palm, the welts he'd left on your lower back.

Your hands gripped at Miguel's shoulders, leaning in to beg a kiss from his lips as you reached the tip of his cock then sank back down on him.

The two of you shared a low moan, reveling in the shockwave that sent through both of your bodies. With another slow raise up, you met the tip of his cock and then back down, harder, chasing the gaining high.

Your stomach decimated instantly, caving in on itself while you rode Miguel fluidly. His hand swatted at your ass, encouraging your gaining traction as he tenderly caressed the same spot he'd violated.

You rocked your hips against him when he was flush inside you, then rose up again only to slam down and pause.

Miguel raised a hand to your face, "Are you close, gatito?"

You nodded eagerly, ignoring the dew that dotted your forehead. Close by his breath, his touch, his spanking. You curled your arms around him and kissed him.

Miguel's lips turned in a smile then, allowing you to prod into his mouth and lap against his tongue. He spared you from his cock, turning you onto the bed while his fingers trailed around your front then down to your pussy.

He forced a finger into you, his thumb folded over your clit. You jerked in response to the sensitivity, pressing into his hot body while you chased euphoria.

Miguel's thumb gained pressure as his finger curled and tapped into you. You turned your fake claws into the back of his neck, down his back, as your hips bucked and you clenched around his digit.

You were teetering, ready to overflow, until Miguel retracted his fingers. You wiggled underneath him, your legs easing up his waist to welcome his cock into you. You needed him.

Miguel swatted at your clit with his hand, earning your body stiffening under him. You whimpered into his mouth, pulling back when he bit at your bottom lip.

"Miguel, please," you tried, your voice broken and dry.

"I thought I was 'Spidey', maldito gatito," he responded, the amusement seeping from his tone. "What happened?"

Your hands gripped his large shoulders, then around his neck and down his back attempting to guide his cock back into you.

"Please." you pleaded, your unfurling your tongue to be let back into his mouth. "Please, I need it."

Miguel no longer hid his amusement, a dark grin on his lips as a mirthless chuckle escaped him.

He backed off of you, only grabbing the backs of your knees and forcing them up to your chest. You held onto your thighs, eagerly watching Miguel batter your pussy with his cock.

"Careful what you ask for," Miguel murmured, sinking his cock into you and holding your knees to your chest; his thumbs in the crooks, his hands bracing your sides and you folded helplessly in the middle.

You stared at his cock sinking into you, only to lose your senses when he started his pace. Your boots twitched over your head, your claws clenching mindlessly at your thighs as Miguel drove into you with a new intensity.

After a few sharp pumps, your mind felt reduced to this moment alone. Without thinking about it, the heat within your stomach grew until you orgasmed on Miguel's cock.

Miguel tilted his head at you, feeling your pulsing walls now hugging and siphoning at his cock. He slowed his pace in an instant, pulling out of you and angling his cock to your stomach.

With a few more strokes, Miguel decorated your skin with ropes of his cum, his web pores twitching in response as he flicked a wrist away and dispelled a web into the kitchen.

You groaned, releasing your legs and turning over on your side. Your feet angled off of the bed while you caged your arm over your face.

Miguel sat back on his haunches with a scoff, turning to look out of your window. He was silent for a few beats and you stared at him from under your arm.

"I feel like a pizza," he muttered, exhaling and looking down at you. "How about you, gato? Pizza?"

You smirked from under your arm, your leg lengthening to push playfully in the center of his chest. "This buying a girl dinner?"

Miguel reached for your boot, cradled it in his hands while he slowly untied the laces. "More like a peace offering, after the punishment."

You returned on your back, holding your hand over your face to admire your jewels once more. Then you glanced at him again. "No need. Punishment was worth it."

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[z3nitsusgf]

what about… what about shoving your panties into pervy albedos mouth while you ride him 🤭🤭🫶

literally in love with your blog my brain is rotting ilysm 🤍🤍🤍

cw: panties in mouf, riding, afab reader, sloppy sex, mention of RA! Diluc, not proofread

He’s so loud, but he can’t help it.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight-“ Albedo swears up and down that your pussy is a miracle, it’s a thing created by angels. Tight, wet, soft- he’s so blissed out with you bouncing on his lap that he already has moans slipping from his throat in an octave that’s just a little too loud.

It’s not that you don’t enjoy his moans and whines while you buck your hips on his cock, but the dorm walls are paper-thin, and if you get another complaint from the RA then you’re out. And to be honest you don’t want to deal with Diluc and his bitchy attitude right now. All you want to do is fuck yourself stupid on your silly boyfriend’s cock, and it seems to be working- but he’s just getting so worked up.

Sloppy wet sounds echo each time you slam down on his lap, thighs connecting as you drip down his balls. Albedo grips your waist in a futile attempt to keep up the pace but all he’s doing is digging his fingers in and humming out breathy, “uh-huh’s” and “fuckfuckfuck” while his eyes roll back. You don’t want it to end so you slow your hips to a slow grind, moving over to swipe your discarded panties off his sheets.

“Here,” you pant with a smile, “keep yourself busy.”

Albedo makes a surprised noise when you shove the lace into his mouth but he keeps it between his lips. He doesn’t complain, he can’t really, not when you pick up the pace and work yourself over his on his cock. Your walls dripping and clamping over his length in a velvety soft vice that makes him lose his mind.

He moans into the fabric, flattening his tongue over it as he drools thick rivulets into your panties. Albedo can taste your slick, can smell your pussy, you’re everywhere all at once and he’s loving it. Biting down on the underwear between his teeth as he feels you gush around his length, sticky slick making your thighs connect.

“Y-you’re fucking gross Bedo,” you laugh into his neck while you bounce on his lap, digging your fingers into the blonde strands behind his nape. “You like my panties in your mouth that much?”

He gives you a muffled whine, bucking up into you. You choke, burying your nose into his sweater-clad shoulder. His tip bullying your sweet spot in your cunt, so deep you have to cling on to him while you ride him. The bottom of your thighs are sweaty with humidity, damp in pre-cum, and slick.

His hands grip the plush of your waist, palming the skin as he pulls and pushes you up and down his cock. When you clamp down on him, walls sucking around the base Albedo shivers, bucking up till he’s bottomed out and flushed against your cunt. He empties into you with a stifled moan, pumping his cum into you.

You pant and huff, sweat beading down your neck as you go to move off him. But Albedo doesn’t let you up, he moves a hand to draw circles over your sticky clit. A yelp leaves your throat as he rubs your sensitive nub and sits in your pussy. The sides leaking milky white and making everything damp.

“Ha- Albedo fuck,” he’s grinning between bitten teeth, the panties still stuffed in his mouth. He paws at your clit, rubbing the slippery bud. You feel your tummy clench, white-hot lightning shooting through your abdomen as you cream on his cock. He makes whiny mewls at the way you clamp around his sensitive length.

When you come down, you pluck your drool-soaked panties from his mouth. Moving forward to press your lips on his shiny swollen ones, thighs trembling over his lap as you card fingers through his damp hair.

“Do you think he heard us?” He asks, pulling away from your lips to rest his forehead on yours. You smile, “No, I don’t think-“

“You two are fucking disgusting.” Your RA’s voice comes through your door, steeling both you and Albedo in your places as you cease your breathing. You try to stifle your giggles but it’s hard, and you lean into your boyfriend’s shoulder to muffle the laughter as Diluc rants behind your door.

Albedo is both mortified and amused, biting his cheek to not make a sound.

“I think he’s mad.” He whispers in your ear and you nod, smiling madly, “yeah, but it was totally worth it though.”

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[campingwiththecharmings]

I have a Poe requestttttt. I’ve been sitting on this for so long and couldn’t decide if I’d ask anyone for a full fic just cuz it’s so specific but it’s fine whatevs LOL if it inspires ya, it’s yours to run with. Okay so imagine this…

Poe’s going down on you. You peek down at him and seeing him buried between your legs makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan. It surprises Poe a little because he usually has to coax you out of your shell to be more vocal.

Poe looks up, fingers still in you, and says, “baby, can you look at me?”

All you can do is shake your head and say, “uh uh.”

“C’mon, don’t be shy, why not?”

“I don’t wanna cum yet”

K thanks byeeeee

Vocal

AN: Thanks so much for sending this request (and for being so patient, I'm sorry it took so long to respond to this)! I tried to stay as true to your vision as I could, but sometimes my fingers have a mind of their own and go off on tangents lol. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

(Un-beta’d)

Rated: M (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 874 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: PWP, oral sex, fingering (please let me know if I missed anything). AO3

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The room is warm, sweat beading and sliding over your naked skin in rivulets. Poe hums from between your spread thighs, pulling your clit between his lips and sucking gently. His hands hold your hips down as he feasts on you, the wet squelch of your slick cunt loud in your ears. Silently, you writhe in pleasure, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other in his hair. You’ve never been very vocal in the bedroom, something you assume is the product of always having had to share your private spaces with others. He’s never said anything but, you know it was a bit of an adjustment for Poe when you’d initially gotten together (what with him being as vocal as he is), but he’s never made you feel self-conscious about it. On the contrary, the man seems to view it as some kind of personal challenge, smiling smugly every time he manages to get you to make even the smallest of sounds. 

As a result, he’s become very, very attuned to you and your body. 

Poe flicks your clit with his tongue and your hand in his hair clenches, fingers pulling at the thick strands. He moans against your folds, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your core, making your mouth fall open in a quiet gasp. Gently, he pushes two fingers inside you, caressing your walls with his fingertips. He pulls his mouth off of your clit as he presses in further, crooking his fingers, searching for all your sweet spots. His soft hair brushes against your inner thighs as he works and for some reason, it makes you glance down at him.  

The sight of him alone is almost enough for you to come—lush, dark curls falling across his forehead and into his eyes, his brow furrowed in concentration, bottom lip caught between his teeth. The moan catches you off guard, slipping out from between your lips without your permission. Your eyes widen a little as Poe looks up at you, eyebrows raising a little in surprise.  

“You alright, sweetheart?” he rasps, fingers still pumping in and out of you as his soft eyes study your face. 

You nod, sucking in a breath through your nose as you quickly look away, your muscles tensing.  

“Baby, can you look at me?” Poe asks softly, his breath fanning over your mound, raising goosebumps on your skin. 

You shake your head, shivering slightly as his fingers brush one of your more sensitive spots. You feel him lean in, his lips pressing against your hip as he pushes you higher, closer to your peak. 

“Why not?” he asks, circling your clit with his thumb, making you choke on your breath. “C’mon, don’t be shy.” 

When you shake your head again, he just hums, leaning in to swipe his tongue through your slit, groaning at the taste of you. You bite your lip hard when he adds a third finger, the delicious stretch making you whimper a little.  

“Why won’t you look at me, sweetheart?” he asks again, mouthing at the crease of your hip. 

You arch your back as he brushes over another spot, your body shivering with pleasure.  

“I don’t wanna come yet,” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you will your body to calm itself. 

You feel him smile against your thigh, his pace slowing just a little. 

“I want you to look at me, baby. Please.” 

His voice is so soft and so pleading, it makes your chest ache. Sighing shakily, you open your eyes, hesitantly looking down so you can meet Poe’s gaze. 

The moment you lock eyes, he presses against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You gasp, another moan escaping you as your cunt starts to flutter around him. Somehow, even as the tension builds in your gut, you manage to not look away. He smiles, nodding in encouragement. 

“That’s it, good girl,” he breathes, an awed look in his eyes. “You gonna come for me?” 

You whimper his name, chewing your lip as he fucks you with his fingers, your hands fisting tightly in the sheet beneath you. Your vision narrows to Poe as he dips his head, eyes still locked on yours as he wraps his lips around your clit again and sucks. The tension breaks as you come, pleasure rippling through your body as it shakes with the force of your orgasm. Poe works you through it, groaning as your pussy squeezes his fingers, his tongue lapping at your slick.  

Your breath comes in short bursts as you return to yourself, your heart slowing to its normal rate. When you return your attention to Poe, he’s smiling at you, his fingers caressing your hips as he rests his chin on your thigh.  

“What?” you rasp, your voice rough as if you’ve been screaming. 

“Set a new record.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes at him. “Shut up.” 

“Make me,” he smirks, pumping his eyebrows at you. 

You bite your lip, somehow both amused and turned on. “I can’t move. You come up here.” 

He chuckles, covering your body with his. Your lips steal whatever his next words are, replacing them with a groan as your tongue licks into his mouth.

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