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mondaymelon · 1 month

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₊⊹ "𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐨, 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝…" | xiao, childe, alhaitham x gn!reader

「 "𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮!!"」

— in which you've gotten drunk... drunk enough to fail to recognize your own lover.

— silly fluff. soft xiao, had this one in the drafts for far too long and its about time i choke it out... happy white day !!

the moment your slurred words reached his ears, XIAO knew that he never should've let you get your hands on that cursed rice wine.

in a way, he supposed it could be his fault. the one time he had decided to indulge in trivial mortal matters like alcohol due to your constant insistence... well, just look at you.

red-faced, the tips of your ears and cheeks stuck in a helplessly drunken flush, you babbled incoherently with half of your face smushed against the table. xiao could only stare in contempt as you feebly reached towards the already-emptied bottle,

( xiao had taken one sip and refused any more indulgence, claiming it was bitter, when in fact, you had gone out of your way to find a sweeter drink ),

and sigh, massaging the bridge of his nose with a certain disillusionment.

"come on, you're getting to bed." the man was just about done with your hopeless actions. he grabbed your wrist and tugged, only to be met with resistance. you're pouting like a child, brows furrowed lazily as you stare upwards at him.

"nnno. m'not going with you."

"...excuse me?" what in the archons was the problem now? he tugged again, this time with a small margin of force, and was met with an even larger pull back, this time paired with a low whine. "hey, it's late, and all the wine is gone, so just comply with me won't you?"

"i already told you... i have a husband..."

your complaint met the cool night air and the adeptus' silence. his lips were slightly parted as his round eyes blinked once, then twice, in a sort of stunned stupor. "...love, i am that husband."

archons, how had he found himself such a foolish mortal to love?

"don't lie to me!" you shook your head profusely, wiggling around in his grasp relentlessly until the adeptus had no choice but to let go. "i know my husband when i see him... and he's way handsomer than you, stupid..." you stared him up and down with squinting eyes, eyeing the way his ears were beginning to turn pink, and sat heavily in thought as you pondered the man before you.

definitely not your husband.

idiot. with a huff, he easily hauled your body over his shoulder as if carrying something as trivial as a sack of potatoes. you hung loosely over, landing a couple weak punches on his back as you proceeded to prattle on, your defiance seemingly having little effect.

then, you were silent, and xiao had to look back to make sure you hadn't gotten hurt. sure, he had considered once or twice leaving you out there all passed out on the balcony, but not without reason, yet he'd decided against it. you seemed fine, mouth hung slightly ajar as you snoozed peacefully, your eyes shut and cheeks still warm from what you'd downed. the audacity to fall asleep... xiao couldn't deny that his sigh was one of fondness.

"night, this husband of yours loves you."

strange, wasn't the wine from liyue supposedly far less intense compared to the vodka CHILDE had tried back home?

that, or the people here simply were more susceptible when it came to the topic of intoxication. you were no exception — he'd taken you out drinking, his mistake, thinking it'd be an easy, splendid time.

and don't get him wrong, it was! not just, well... conversation was rather hard to make when the other person was practically unconscious. you're practically splayed across the mahogany table, eyes nearly drooped close and fire across your cheeks.

you giggled. it's a muddled sound, when you're mostly mumbling into the table. "hhhey, pour me another glass~"

childe scans your less-than-ideal state and procures an answer in a little under a second. "love, you've had too many."

you seem shocked at his words, leaning forwards a little with narrowed eyes. your figure sways as you shake your head lazily, from side to side. "wwhhhat? nnno, that can't be right..."

the man holds back an amused chuckle. it's entertaining. "and how many fingers am i holding up?" he holds up just one hand, displaying a reasonable amount of three.

there's a beat of silence. "...nineteen?" you blink a couple times, as if to shake you out of your stupor. "...nineteen," this time, with confidence.

childe claps his hands together, a sudden sound that makes you startled, and he moves to apologize immediately. "we're getting you to bed, love. clearly you've had more alcohol than you can handle."

"what, was i wrong??" there's tears forming in your eyes, and your lips tug downwards in a frown. "u-uhm, fifteen? nno, four...?"

"still incorrect, love. i'm afraid it's time for you to go to sleep. you'll wake up with a hell of a hangover tomorrow morning, but..." he sighed, thinking back to his time in shneznaya, then made a mental note to prepare you a hangover drink in the morning. his hand found its familiar place in your hand, unnaturally warm with your skin rosy from the alcohol. he smiled, turning to glance at you, but ceased when he saw you on the ground, tears now falling from your eyes, quietly sobbing as you shook your head back and forth.

panic immediately sets in. what has he done wrong?? "love, what-"

"nnnno, don't call me that..." you squinted upwards at him, looking quite displeased. "no 'love', 'kaaay? i'm not your love, mister."

he paused. wait, you didn't possibly think that... "love-" oh, old habits died hard, and the word had already left his lips before he could process what you'd said.

"i have a husband, you!!" in some sort of fit, or perhaps better worded as a tantrum, you stood, wrenching yourself from his grip and then hitting him repeatedly in the shoulders, chest, anywhere your fists could reach, really. the alcohol had surely affected your capabilities of combat — you missed half the time, and what punches did land caused no pain at all.

as your anger subsided, your step faltered, body swaying in the open air before childe reached over to catch you in his arms. he was concerned, naturally. "lov- are you alright?" his worry only grew when he heard no response, but it ebbed with a chuckle when he saw you were already fast asleep in his arms, snoozing without a care in the world.

"a husband, hm? whoever it is, he must quite be the gentleman..."

ALHAITHAM knew his night was fated to end in idiocy the moment you knocked on his door.

it didn't even strike him that you were holding wine, of all things, when you waltzed into his house like it was your own. sure, it wasn't as if these occasions weren't frequent, but really anyone would be surprised to glance up from a quiet reading session only to see their (annoying) lover pressed against the door, repeatedly calling out his name in a sing-song, satire-like voice.

like... calling a cat. it was a realization he made with not too much contentment. silently, he thanked the archons that kaveh was not home — they knew that he could not handle the both of you.

it was only when you sat down at his table, where he'd been reading up to the point when you barged in, that he noticed. green-tinted glass, a little wind motif on the front... dandelion wine from mondstadt. now, just how did you get your hands on that?

"connections," you had stated. with a note of pride, he might add. what, was he supposed to congratulate you on being able to talk to other people? even he, a person who generally hated people, could do that.

ah, but he didn't hate it. your voice, that is, when you rambled on for hours on end. he didn't have the heart to interrupt you, especially when you were so heated on a topic — be it work troubles, an especially annoying sailor, or you accidentally dropping your pita pocket into the water when walking along the port, he didn't mind.

"...mmbottle. haaithammm, the bottle..." your drunk complaints reach his ears, and he his irritation is more so disrupted with inward amusement as he watches you in the predicament you've landed yourself in.

"the bottle?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. his hands are crossed over his chest; he's clearly getting a ruse out of this. "just what would you need the bottle for, love?"

your eyebrows scrunch together. he can tell your brain is working at its max capacity. "...im. thirsty?"

"you've already drunk two thirds of this bottle." he holds said bottle high above your head, hopelessly far from your reach. "if you're so thirsty, drink water."

"i don wanna."

"..."

"just... one drop?"

"hah..." he pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply, and places a hand on your shoulder. you barely react, and don't even glance at the sudden weight. "love, you're staying over. you're going to bed."

"bed...?" horror crosses your face, paired with evident irritation. "y...you, who do you think you are, to suggest such things!?" your face is bright red, and you're hugging yourself with one arm and pointing an accusing finger towards the male with the other. "i have a husband!!"

ah. "...what's his name?"

"and why do youuuu want to know?" you narrow your eyes suspiciously at him, but seem to come up with an answer to your own question, for you answer him anyhow. "haitham."

"do you love this 'haitham'?" alhaitham's enjoying himself. when he teases the sober you, all you do is retort back, but now... he can see your flustered expression on full display as you stammer out an answer.

"o-of course! a-and, if you wanted to know, he's waaaaay handsomer.. than ... you..."

just like that, you topple over and sink into the couch, knocked unconscious. a trace of a smile crosses alhaitham's lips as he looks at your sleeping form.

"fortunately for you, this 'haitham' you speak of loves you too."

(a/n) bye i was gonna add kaveh to this one too but i realized oh fuck its white day i said id post a month ago what the fuck am i doing so i just like regurgitated this out and spat it onto your dashboard. ahodfjlds

tags (id paste the aesthetic thing but i cant find it so we're just gonna roll w this):

@manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu, @ @falors, @swivy123, @scara-is-my-wife, @lupicalbestwolf, @justyoureader,@fiannee, @aether-darling, @ceneid, @avensuersa, @solxima

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allyricas · 1 month

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one of my favorite scenarios is when person a gets wasted and starts spilling secrets about how much they loooove and want person b

and its gotta be like... steve would usually keep his feelings pretty bottled up tight with a general air of aloof bitchiness. make em think you don't care right? but he is so head over heels for eddie that when he lets loose and gets too inebriated, he starts babbling all sorts of delicious things

eddie you're so pretty bambi it's not fair ugh i've got such a big, dumb crush on you pretty boy and ugh i just can't get you out of my mind i fucking dream about you like how am i having wet dreams as a full blown adult and i love your hands and your rings and your lips even love the nerdy shit you say wanna smell you, you always smell so good how do you do that? can i touch your hair?

and he'd be handsy and snuggly with no filter, so every mushy, horny thought that pops into his head, he says with no shame.

and eddie, who is usually pretty un-fucking-flappable, is bright red. he's sputtering and blushing, but enjoying every single minute of steve's drunken affection even if all of his friends are barely holding it together. robin would be literally laughing herself silly but trying to hide it.

steve would be so mortified the next morning as he remembers every single moment.

steve: robbie, i sniffed him. repeatedly. robin: you called him bambi. steve: it's his big, sexy doe eyes- oh my god i told him i have wet dreams about him. take me out and kill me old yeller style, i cannot go on. eddie, literally giddy with joy: you guys know i'm in here right? steve: oh my god, i will never emotionally recover from this. eddie: babe, i have a big, dumb crush on you too. the biggest actually. also, you were very, very cute last night. steve: i am always cute thank you very much. robin: oh god you two are going to be unbearable.

#steddie #i just love drunk shenanigans #i think steve would be a cutie drunk as long as it was with the right peeps

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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GLUTTONY • portgas d. ace | seven slutty sins series: part one

your man just can’t get enough of his favorite meal..

oral/pussy eating obv), black fem reader, fingering, pleasure dom!ace, dirty talk, spit play, squirting, yktv..

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there were two things that Ace valued more than anything in this world..his rest and his food. He appreciated nothing more than a good meal and his favorite? Was a delicacy like none other..a delicacy he indulged in a little too generously. Perhaps, you could say his appetite was even a little insatiable..

“Mmmm…that’s it. Stay still—no, I’m done yet, baby..just relax..”

his voice slurred with the drunkenness of your flavor. The sweet nectar that was your essence fresh against his pouty lips..the juices practically coating them like a sticky gloss. Faint sounds of grunts and whiners arose as he muffled against your swollen, sensitive and very wet cunt. Loud slurps emitted from his mouth and the twirl of his tongue intricately exploring your folds; the steel ball of his tongue ring brushing against your clit. Yes, it was his favorite thing to do…and nothing..or no one could stop him until he had his fill. Not even you could halt him..going as far as to pin your hands down against your stomach as he feasted mercilessly on that pretty pussy. Scraping that tight little hole like that of a spoon the bottom of a sweet dessert. Only coming up to drip long strings of spit into those pink folds. Enjoying every bit of it with no qualms about letting you know just how much. “..pussy’s so fucking good, baby. Goddamn, you taste amazing..” Letting up wasn’t an option until he garnered every last drop. Even if it meant you’d reach your peak over and over..or until his jaw locked up as a result!

His nails dug gently into the soft flesh of your thighs, rubbing the skin as a means to quell your pathetic cries as you remained spread wide open with those legs pinned back. A thumb hooked into the thin string of your thong to keep it out of his way. A rather difficult position to maintain for an extended period of time, regardless of flexibility but he had full faith that you could take it. You’d do anything he asked as he long as he kept peppering your skin with those kisses and whispering sweet nothings..you were all but putty in his hands. “Yeah, I know..I know..but you’re doing so good f’r me. Please don’t make me stop now..I just want more of you, sweetheart. I want you to squirt in my mouth..can I have it?” And the answer was all too simple. Anything he wanted, you’d give it up with no hesitation. You were so close that he could sense it with each movement. His fingers eventually plunge into you, wiggling until they reach your core and mash that sensitive area, causing you to squirm uncontrollably. He’ll stop at nothing to see you come completely undone by his hands. “Answer me, baby. I said, can I have it?..” “y-yes, daddy. Please, can I come?” Too bad, he was a bit more unrelenting. Even a little selfish..he needed it at the very last moment. Until you could no longer hold it and you were a babbling mess! “Good girl..But until then, right here on his stomach, flat across this bed with his stiff cock brushing the sheets he’d remain.

“Sorry, I just can’t help myself..can’t get enough you..”

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@jadeisthirsting @spaceforher @honeybleed @shamelesshoefairy @calibabii21 @kaennih-skittles @astrokatsuki @bey0nseh

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chiliyue-archived · 1 year

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Markings-Biting

Characters; Zhongli, Itto, Xiao, Kazuha, Diluc, Childe, Scaramouche, Dottore, Ayato, Albedo

Tags; NSFW/SMUT. Fem!reader. Biting, teasing, rough sex, degradation, oral (recieving), minor mentions of blood

ZHONGLI marks you with wet kisses trailing down the nape of your neck as he takes from behind. As the blemishes form in the wake of his teeth, gentle praises fall from his lips to meet the shell of your ear. He can't help himself but bite into your shoulder as he approaches his climax, your whine in repsonse only riling him up further. Afterwards he brushes over the spot with gloved fingers as to soothe the slight ache it caused but he can't take his eyes off the bruise- it compliments you perfectly.

Shameless and unapologetic within the moment. ITTO quickly succumbed with how warmly and tight you hugged his cock, his fingers were gripping your hips in a grip that was sure to leave bruises. Without thinking, Itto would bite in the juncture of your neck- rather hard. The yelp you made almost caused him to stop until he hears those delicious moans come from you a moment later, a mixture of both pleasure and pain. Gives the forming bruise a kitten lick as he praises you for how well you make him feel.

XIAO, who buries his head within the crook of your neck, he face blushing red from the intimacy of the moment. As pleasure rocks against his bones in an uneven manner, he finds himself nibbling on the surface of your collarbones- all before biting hard when you clenched around his dick. Sometimes he forgets his own strength and scrambles as he sees the tears starting to prick your eyes. Encouragement leaves him to suckle on the forming bruises whilst his hand rubs circles along your waist, hips rocking against you in a languid pace. Even in his drunken state of pleasure, he knew it was quite beautiful on you.

Kisses and marks you within your wrist and inner thighs, KAZUHA is always gentle when it comes to it. Even as he trails hot wet kisses that leave you squirming, he is gentle. Even as his breath puffs against your bundle of nerves, he is aware of his own strength and ability. And even as he suckles at the flesh and lovely petals forms in its place is he conscious of your wellbeing. His marking for his to see alone, placing them in areas in which you can easily cover up- may even litter some agaisnt your neck with the excuse of giving you his scarf.

Dozens of blue and purple spots are within your inner thighs as DILUC adores eating you out whenever he can. He suckles at the bruises as you mewl; one hand getting you terribly spread and the other drawing sharp circles of your nerves. During the aftercare, he loves to trace his fingers along the blemishes, savoring the way you whimper slightly when he applies menial pressure whilst his words carry genuine apologies for being so rough. May even press gentle pecks to those areas, hands rubbing at the bruises on your hips. But he finds you more mesmerizing with the love bites, empathzing the intimacy and tender feeling he holds for you.

CHILDE who is unafraid to leave you littered with dark blemishes and bruises to show the world that you belong to him. You hardly even notice the way he presses those bites against your neck, you were too occupied with by how his dick kiss your cervix to notice his teeth grazing your most sensitive spots. His words whisper the most degrading things, dripping with false sympathy as he coos on how everyone will see how slutty you truly are. Though you can only babble his name in reponse- given with how you clenched around him, something tells him that your body yearns to be marked up and showed off to the world as well.

If there's a part of your body that is exposed, SCARAMOUCHE is sure to part it all up with his sharp canines, coaxing sobs to spill from your swollen lips. He is really quite possessive, wishing to show you off in manner that lets everyone know who drives you crazy every night. He leaves markings along your chest, kissing and tugging with his teeth while his finger toy with your bud. Dark blemishes would also form along your shoulder blades, his lips connecting into a grin when you gasp at the new sensation. He is quite intrigued with how he can make you cum by just marking you up, and at the end of the day he'll show everyone that your his and his alone, so he really has little reason to complain.

He bites hard, perhaps enough to draw blood. Your sobs- a mixture of pain and pleasure only drove DOTTORE to continue. Your sweet sounds only causes him to leave more vicious red bites along your collar, the bruises will be terribly hard to cover up in the morning- but truly Dottore pays no mind to that, not when you squrim beneath him, nothing but his finger stimulating you at a merciless pace- if anything he'll love to show off his beautiful experiment, covered in his signature markings to those who even dare stare at you for longer than a second.

Marks you in the most unconventional areas that leave you gasping in surprise. He loves how your breath hitches as his lips trail under ear, hot breath pricking your skin all while hes sheathed deeply within you. AYATO really can't hold himself back. You look so pretty marked by his truly, areas which he knows he'll be able to see while your perfroming your daily duties as much as you attempt to cover it up. He finds something addicting when he awakes in the following morning and sees his lover within his arms, his markings as evidence of your lewd actions the night prior. And once those marks to fade, he'll gladly renew them for you <3

ALBEDO is quite simple and very direct in the way he litters love bite on your neck. It wasn't always in the intimacy of the moment, though he'll gladly nibble at your thighs if it's his or yours desire. Rather, he finds himself grazing your skin with his teeth in the early mornings or late nights when you cuddled within his arms, neck painfully visible to his experienced eyes. He loves to observe as the red spots slowly form before biting a bit harder ecliting a shiver and whimper on your end. He is an artist and your skin is a blank canvas eagerly calling for his artistic interpretation, worry not, he'll gladly indulge you and paint you lovely red spots that place some of his own masterpieces to shame.

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esoteric44ngel · 9 months

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#kali uchis #jt #jatavia #drunken babble #city girls #pink #girlblogging

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papijean · 2 years

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seven deadly sins

summary: the seven deadly sins are nothing but filthy

warning: smut, 18+ content, overstimulation, oral (f&m), breeding, impact play, dracryphilla, all characters written are 18+

word count: 1.5k

a/n: surprise!! I found this in my drafts and remember that I was super excited about it.

Gluttony

Yuuji Itadori is obsessed with your pretty little pussy. He can't get enough of shoving his tongue into that tight hole of yours until you're creaming all over it. He's hungry for you constantly, craving your taste to the point he can't focus on anything else until he satisfies his hunger.

He gets so hard when he's eating you - between your moans, thighs crushing around his head, and the oh-so-delicious taste you give him he can't stop his cock from bulging against his pants. It's a dangerous game he plays with himself, the longer he devours your dripping cunt, the more likely he is to cum all over himself.

Yuuji gets so pussy drunk every time you take your pants off for him. He loses all other senses besides taste. Blinded by his hunger, unable to hear your pleas for him to slow down, he can't feel the way your fingers tug at his roots so viciously. He falls into this state of drunken bliss the moment he gets a taste of you.

He's gluttonous for you. So hungry all the time it's almost painful when he goes too long without you. Yuuji needs his head between your thighs or he'll turn into a whiny mess before you.

Sloth

Megumi becomes so lazy when it comes to sex. He's not like his friends who actively search for a hole to sink into or to be filled until they couldn't take any more. Sure he loved the feel of you, but he never wanted to put in the effort to obtain it. He didn't lavish your body with kisses or eat you until you're crying for him to stop. He satisfies you enough by filling you up why would he need to go so far extra?

It's most days the lines blur between lazy and submissive. Megumi is fine to have his legs sprawled out, arms tucked behind his back and watching you bounce up and down on his fat cock until you're a babbling mess. Other days he's so willing to let you do whatever you so please to him, he's fine with taking it all.

Megumi becomes an utter mess when you suck him off for no reason. He'd body jerks with every touch, loud groans filling your ears with such beautiful sounds. He'll never offer to do the same for you, but fuck does he adore it when you get on your knees with a devious little smile.

The way you ride him is so much better than anything else. The way your legs tremble because they're past the point of exhaustion but you're so unwilling to stop because of him. He loves watching you use him to get off, begging for him to fuck himself further into you and never getting the satisfaction of it.

Pride

Nanami loathes when you're able to get the best of him. He loathes when you when these silent battles of who's going to break first. He's too proud to admit when you're able to pull more moans out of him than he can pull from you. It's a beautiful sight when he succumbs to you, a rare one too.

He never reveals how good you make him feel. The silent lover of types, never one to praise you, to let you hear those beautiful sounds of his, never to give you the satisfaction of how you crumble his pride. Never in your life would you hear him beg for you, he'd rather perish than let out a plea for more.

He gives you a constant reminder that he's the one to make you feel so fucking good, it's his cock filling you so deep it's hard to think of anything else, and it's his lips that make you shudder with every touch. Nanami is so full of himself when it comes to pleasing you, he'll go the extra mile just to hear your pride fall apart only to build his up.

Greed

Toji Fushiguro is never satisfied. No matter how many times he watches you cum on his cock, no matter how many different women he's slept with, no matter how many times you gag on his girth he always wants more.

He's never been faithful a day in his life, too needy for every pair of tits he sees walking by to think only of you. You've lost count of the number of times he's got himself in someone else's bed. It's like he constantly needs to be fucking someone to have a sliver of happiness in his life.

But when he comes to you? His favourite little toy? God, it's never-ending with him. Toji fills all your holes, pulling orgasm ager orgasm from you. He's needy to hear your moans and begs, a constant stream of them have to come from you or he's complaining it's not enough - or even worse he'll fuck you until you can't stop yourself.

Toji'll fuck you until you're bathing in his cum. He'll fuck you until you're begging him to stop because he gets so greedy when it comes to you. He doesn't want to stop because he knows you can handle more - more so he knows he can take more from you.

Wrath

Sukuna loves to see your tears. It's the only real thing he finds love in, truthfully. He doesn't care about your pleasure. All he cares about is fucking you until he sees those tears of yours stream down your cheeks. There's something about watching your eyes get all red and puffy that makes him undeniably hard.

He's so strict with you too. It's a constant layout of rules to follow - so many that are too hard not to break. He knows it too, he's setting you up for failure just so he can deliver punishment to you. Sukuna's filled with wrath when it comes to you disobeying his rules. It's different every time. Spanking your ass until it's raw and red, stuffing your hole until it feels like you're about to explode, shoving his cock down your throat until you're struggling to breathe.

It's impossible to leave him unscathed in some way. Sukuna gets filled with a new kind of anger when you don't listen to him and it's only calmed down when you're begging for him, tears dripping from your eyes and your puffy pussy all worn out.

Lust

Gojo is constantly horny. Every time his eyes land on you he wants to devour you. It's incredible really, just how a simple glance can make his dick hard and his heart ache for you. It doesn't matter where you are - public place, bedroom, even when he's out fighting curses he still manages to think of you.

He's a bottomless pit of desire. Gojo could fuck you for hours straight if you'd let him. He needs to be told when it's enough because his sense of exhuastion has been gone long ago. It's hard to tell him your body has had enough. He fills you so deeply with pleasure and content it's just as hard for you to tell when you're on the brink of exhuastion too.

Gojo's lips are enough. He pleases you with them alone - but it's the filthy words that come out of them that truly make him a good lay. He's filled with constant praise of you, even more so he's spilling out such disgusting words it makes you light headed. He's a slave for your hole, wiling to go to an extent just to fill you up.

His lust for you is never ending. More times than not he's pulled you aside, just barely out of eyesight before he's pumping his cock into you. Gojo doesn't care anymore, he's been caught so many times it doesn't matter to him if someone walks in on you - he'll fuck you through anything.

Envy

Yuuta is filled with envy when it comes to seeing you so pleasured filled. He hates how he can't let himself let loose like you. He never gets consumed in pleasure or truly lets himself enjoy the way your walls surround his cock. He can never bring himself to feel the way you do like he doesn't deserve it as much as you do.

He envies you for how carefree you let yourself be. All he wants is to succumb to his pleasure, to be able to let himself use you the way you beg him to without the fear of regret. All he wants is to fill your tummy with his cum, to force moan after moan out of you until you're the one envious of him for being able to go on for so long.

Yuuta is nothing but giving, but he envies the way you receive such pleasure. He wants to be treated the same, to be used as a cum toy until you're so fucked out you beg him to do the rest. He wants to be the one to be so high from his orgasms that he can't breathe or see or hear, all he wants is to feel the utter, euphoric high.

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#jjk smut #jjk x reader #yuuji smut #yuuji x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #yuuta smut #yuuta x reader #megumi smut #megumi x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #nanami smut #nanami x reader

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konigsblog · 2 months

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Kruger and König who threaten to k!ll you during rlly rlly hard nd rough sex ;((

cw: dub-con/non-con, rough & degrading sex, kidnapping, intoxication & alcohol consumption / DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT – MDNI.

kidnappers krueger and könig, my favourite pairing. ;(

usually, i'd believe that könig would be tender with you in the presence of krueger, knowing how hard and aggressive krueger can get during sex, especially when he's nearing his release. könig likes to roughen you up on his own; having full control and independence over you, owning you as if you're his mutt.

although, it doesn't take a lot for krueger to convince könig, especially having known each other for decades. getting drunk together, watching things escalate quickly as könig begins to get touchy, demanding you sit on his lap and palm his meaty cock through his boxers. he'll grin up at you, an eerily smile that forces you to be obedient our of pure fear for the two.

krueger will use your throat, while you bounce on könig's hard dick. riding his large, lengthy size and crying pathetically as his thick tip nuzzles against your cervix – sore and bruised, your lips forced open and wrapped around krueger's dick, guiding your head to his musky base. you're crying, mascara and drool all over your cheeks, slobbering like a messy slut. :(

könig finds himself feeling guilty at the sounds of your crying, gurgling and gagging; but, how can he focus on anything other than the tightness of your slick pussy around his stiffened dick? he'll hold you by your waist, fingers leaving indents as he holds you firmly, bouncing you up and down while slapping your tits ‘til they're sore, your nipples stinging and aching. könig will latch his teeth onto your nipples, pulling at them while you're forced to deep throat krueger, wet balls pressed against your chin, making you weep out and look up into krueger's eyes.

fuck, the sound of your crying is too much for könig to bear – be quiet, fucking shut up!! ...why are you so surprised, little lamb? you didn't think könig would yell at you like this in his drunken state? after krueger finally released his hot load onto your tongue, he felt more controlling, now being able to use you on his own, just like he enjoys.

slapping your face while you plead for him to stop, to be gentle. your eyes are wet, glistening as he pushes your back down against the leather couch, your sweaty skin sticking to the leather as he spreads your legs, spitting onto your wet pussy and sinking his large, hung cock back inside.

his thrusts are painful, and the firm grip on your jaw doesn't make you feel any better.

“quiet, or i’ll fuckin’ kill you...” he huffs out through strained and guttural growls, eyes wide with shock at his words, feeling as he hits even deeper, his large and scarred hand covering your mouth to reduce your screams, to muffle your pained cries for sympathy. you're such an attention seeking whore, mouse... has anyone ever told you how pathetic you look with tears rolling down your raw cheeks? babbling and sputtering nonsense as you begin to feel yourself tighten and throb, your orgasm washing over you, causing your back to arch and for könig to push deep into you, spitting in your face for being so naughty.

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garoujo · 1 year

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✩ ˛˚ . INTERRUPTED ; — you find your alone time with multiple tokyo revengers characters being interrupted.

FEATURING: sano shinichiro, hanma shuji, haitani rindou, sano manjiro + sanzu haruchiyo.

warnings: f!reader, exhibitonism, bonten!timeline, shin owns his bike shop, phone calls / being walked in on, cock-warming, sort of possessive behaviour in sanzu’s, ch-oking. note: hewo :3 i am v happy w how these turned out i think so i hope u guys enjoy hehehe <3

✩ ˛˚ . SANO SHINICHIRO

shinichiro could never fucking say no to you, you just had to give him one of your pretty little looks from underneath your lashes and he was like fucking putty in your hands.

it’s like you knew exactly how to get to him, made just to tease and test his own self control and fuck—turns out he hasn’t got any at all, because now your usual little afternoon visit to see him at work has ended up with his hips pressing flush and tight against your own as he sinks his cock into the warm hug of your pussy.

it wasn’t normally something that bothered shinichiro, but when it’s only 2pm on a friday afternoon and he’s just heard the bell on the front door of his bike shop ring to alert him of another customer. he’s pretty sure they might find a problem with the fact he can’t deal with them because he’s balls deep in you in the back shop.

you feel the deep press of your boyfriends cock against the sweet spots inside of you when his next thrust stutters, followed by another languid withdrawal of his hips before he’s rolling them back into you at an even slower pace. but he swears he feels you squeeze even tighter when the sudden ring of the bell at the front desk rips you both from your blissful, hormone-drunken state.

“just a sec..” shinichiro calls as his fingers squeeze almost painfully at your hips and he’s pulling back to give you a lidded look from under the messy mop of black hair framing his flushed features. you shudder when you feel the cool metal of his chain leave your too hot skin but he still doesn’t pull himself away when your hands tighten in the fabric of his shirt. “f-fuck, angel, gotta let me go.. quit squeezin’ so tight.

“but shin, ‘m so close.” you babble through your pouty lips and even the fucking sound only seems to lure him closer as he offers you another stuttered thrust and he grits his teeth. another ring of the bell accompanied by another sinful squeeze of your walls around him and shit— he wished he’d just closed up for the day. god he is fucking whipped.

“mmm—fine, angel. shit— jus’ gotta make it quick, alright? make it up to ya later.”

✩ ˛˚ . HANMA SHUJI

your trip to hanma’s office had started somewhat innocent, it was always down to him when you ended up spread out on his desk atleast — not that you can be blamed when he’s so infuriatingly handsome, amber lidded gaze never once leaving yours as soon as you enter.

it’s the same look that he’s giving you now as you sit spread out for him across the paper work that he couldn’t give two shits about right now. he’s still dressed apart from his unbuttoned slacks — just enough to free the heavy strain of his cock but still a stark contrast to the way he’s stripped you of everything — offered you up to himself like a luxury meal he’s about to devour, and you almost shudder with how exposed you feel before you melt at his touch again.

“you miss my cock that much, babydoll?” hanma goads, smirks as one of his large palms, sin squeezes at the flesh of your thigh so he can push you wider. you can barely offer him words with the way your desire weighs heavy on your lungs, a weak little nod that only makes his grin twitch even wider as he wraps your thighs around his hips.

“such a helpless little thing, can’t cum without me doing all the work.” it was almost uncharacteristic for him to give into you so easily, he liked you begging — crying for him to finally fuck you but any suspicions soon melt when the fat head of his cock finds the entrance to your flexing pussy.

you gasp and hanma growls as he sinks carefully up inside you, punishment taking its usual place around your throat as he squeezes lightly at the sides — he always said it was your prettiest fuckin’ necklace afterall. his other hand on your hip pulls your hips closer to his as your back arches and his cock feels like it sinks into you forever. he was long and thick, curved upwards and warm and it glides so sweetly past the spots inside of you that make your whole body twitch against the wood, your pussy tightening harder around him the deeper he goes.

but just as you find yourself floating into a blissful state, almost consumed completely by him — you jolt when there’s a sudden, sharp knock on his office door and his fingers around your throat squeeze a little tighter before he chuckles.

your wide-eyed as you look at hanma but he doesn’t stop, he looks amused and there’s something dark, wild in the same familiar amber that looks over you when the next knock is accompanied by him forcing your walls to spread open wider for him. “s-shuji.” you try, a small plea for him to tell him he’s busy — to do something, anything.

but then you only feel him press into you deeper, looking at you from over the frames of his glasses before he’s urging your head to tilt back — palm pressing tight against the middle of your throat as he drags you along his cock with the other.

“came here to cum didn’t you? better tell ‘em.. or. else.”

✩ ˛˚ . HAITANI RINDOU

rindou is fucking late, he knows as he gives the watch underneath the expensive fabric of his suit a lazy, lidded look from underneath his lashes. it’s not that he was stuck in traffic or anything, hes at the venue for the executive meeting atleast — hes just far too fucking obsessed with the way you’re bouncing on his cock as he sits in the front seat of his fucking car to actually leave.

ran’s definitely going to kick his ass, he thinks before it’s replaced by the next particularly sharp connection of your hips — warm hug of your pussy reducing him to low grunts and growls as every thought in his head is consumed by only you instead.

“fuck sake, i gotta go princess. but shit, got the sweetest lil fuckin’ pussy.” rindou hisses through gritted teeth as he lets his head fall back against the headrest — his violet gaze heavy underneath his mused bangs as it focuses on the way your pretty tits jiggle everytime you sink back down onto his heavy cock. he’s gotta go, but why can’t he bring himself to fucking move.

“so close rin!” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well hes fucking you and it does wonders at drowning out the way his phone is vibrating in the passenger seat — his hands preoccupied with dragging you along the length of him instead.

“yeah? lemme see how fuckin’ pretty you look when you cum ‘round my cock, gorgeous.” the ragged tone of rindou’s words feels like it drips through you as the muscles in his well trained body shake beneath you. his pace is unrelenting as he begins to meet each of your thrusts with heavier ones of his own, fingers squeezing tight into your hips so he can push his cock even deeper into you with every wet connection.

“you been thinkin’ ‘bout my cock, princess? already made me fuckin’ late, gotta make it up to me.” rindou groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch. your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the walls of the car and fuck— he wants to ruin you. but his next harsh thrust stutters when there’s a sudden knock against the drivers seat window that makes his head twist quickly, because despite the dark tint and the condensation from you both — he knows who it fucking is.

“oh little brother? hm, don’t make me drag you in here.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANO MANJIRO

you think it’s warm, comfortable when you’re curled up in mikey’s lap — a place that had become one of your favourite despite how many people feared him. but he was different with you, softer as his slender fingers trace up the length of your spine — making you shudder as his cock rests inside the intoxicating hug of your walls.

it was a nice sort of routine, like a little ritual than always seemed to keep him grounded and it was some of his favourite moments with you — sacred moments with you. you pull back to give him a pretty, drowsy sort of look and you almost melt completely when it earns you a relaxed sort of expression in return followed by a small smile. “manjiro.” you begin and he swears the use of his full name from between your lips makes him shudder as something warm licks at the base of his spine.

“hm?” it’s low the hum that mikey offers you but you only sigh contently before you’re urging yourself closer, letting yourself bask in his hold as his arm around you proceeds to tighten as his lips rest against your temple. “it feels good, you’re warm.” he drawls and the whispered affirmation makes your insides ache before the next squeeze of your walls is pulling a shuddered breath from the man beneath you.

but just as you get comfortable in the blissful atmosphere in the room, it’s interrupted suddenly by the harsh wrap of knuckles against his office door before a particularly scared looking gang member scurries in after. he opens his mouth to speak but the cold look your boyfriend gives him seems to make the words die in his throat before he cuts him off completely.

“i’m busy.” mikey’s tone is blunt, ragged and a stark contrast to the softer one that he seems to reserve only for you as his fingers continue their ministrations along your skin. but you find yourself tensing when his words aren’t followed by the sudden unwanted company leaving, something that your boyfriend picks up on when instead they proceed to try again as they stutter out something unintelligible.

“didn’t you hear me?” there’s authority in the sharpness of his tone this time and it leaves no room for argument — only an apology as the gang member bows before leaving, probably mentally preparing himself for the visit he’ll be receiving from sanzu later no doubt. but you find yourself relaxing into manjiro’s embrace again as soon as you’re both alone again, hearing him sigh before it’s followed by a sudden, deep kiss of his cock as he shifts beneath you.

“so annoying. i’m comfy.”

✩ ˛˚ . SANZU HARUCHIYO

“haru..” you gasp from where sanzu has you hips pressed tight against his desk — swiping his fingers softly through your folds as he drags the pad beneath the hood of your clit, rolling the sensitive bud until he can see the way your thighs twitch. it was insane, the way he’s toying with you — playing with your pretty cunt like you’ve got him fucking hypnotised.

“i know, angel. just real pretty.” he hums before he’s deliberately pressing down onto your puffy clit harder, eagerly, until you’re wet enough for him to push two fingers inside. he rewards you with a sweet little kiss against the puffy bud when he’s not met with much resistance, grinning at the even sweeter little whine it pulls from your pouty lips.

“such pretty sounds, perfect fucking pussy.” sanzu’s fingers are long, long and thick enough for you to hiss at the stretch but you feel something blissful flutter in your tummy with the soft affirmation from his scarred lips. it was intoxicating to see a man so dangerous turn to fucking putty when he was between your legs and gazing up at you from under long lashes.

his warm breath rolls over your slick folds as he pants, his crystalline eyes transfixed and shining on where his digits sink into you, until his head lowers and his tongue is curling against your clit before he’s dragging it back up — complimenting every twist of his wrist with kitten licks like you’re the sweetest thing hes ever fucking tasted. it was rare for you both to get some alone time, he was a busy man afterall being bonten’s number two and you forget just how fucking good he makes you feel — making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulders so easily.

but just as you let yourself melt back onto the heavy wood behind you, fingers smoothing through the bubblegum roots of sanzu’s hair before you pull — you’re jolted from your blissful state by the sharp ring of his phone in his pants. you hear him click his tongue before he’s spitting out a curse, but he continues to sink his fingers into you as he struggles with the device, swiping at the screen as he swirls tantalising circles into your clit with his thumb.

“what the fuck is it?” he spits and fuck— you swear the sudden boom of his voice makes you even wetter as your walls squeeze tight around his fingers, making his scarred lips twitch into a wild grin as he hums. you can tell he’s barely listening to the caller, not important enough for his attention so you know it’s not mikey, but his attention remains on you despite the way he addresses them. “fuckin’ do something about it then, im busy.”

you’re so fucking wound up, moans muffled behind your lips despite the way sanzu’s so desperately trying to drag them out of you before he’s resting the phone face up on the desk beside you. you’d assume he was done, but you can still hear the faint voice on the other end and the hooded look he gives you is dark before he’s suddenly burying his face into you, drinking up everything you offer to him despite the way his sharp gaze cuts up into you as he grumbles out a warning.

“keep that pretty mouth quiet, angel. those sounds are for my ears only, wouldnt want to have to kill that sorry bastard for hearing what’s mine.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Oh, oh. I got a nasty one.

Malleus trying to breed his female s/o, even when someone is knocking on the door, looking for them.

Nasty? I think you mean delicious.

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, creampie, almost getting caught, biting, mating bites, marking, possessive sex, overstimulation, marathon sex, draconic mating cycle, feral Malleus

A/N: Man I knew that as soon as I opened requests again I'd get Malleus thirst. I'm not complaining, just noticing what ya'll like.

Wanting to help Malleus through his mating cycle seemed like the right thing to do. As his girlfriend you wanted to help him out, you knew how much he was struggling to maintain his sanity and not tear the room apart in his horny, surprised rage. Naively you thought you'd be able to keep up with him.

The first day was fine. The second left you feeling sore. The third day you were barely able to walk. And now, on the fourth you could barely even move.

Your body shakes beneath Malleus's hold, head swimming and dizzy as you try to wiggle under his hands keeping a tight grip on your hips. "Mal please. Can't take any more! P-please, too much."

"No, I know you can. You're doing wonderful darling." He growls against your ear, his balls slapping loudly against you, his thighs hitting yours with every rough thrust, "I know you're almost there. I am too. Just a little more and I'll soothe this ache inside you. I'll breed you well." The words, no the promise, send a jolt straight to his cock. You feel the cum spilling from him in small spurts already as his pace quickens, making your ass sting with each impact.

You can't get away even if you wanted to, your cunt aches from days of fucking and being stuffed but the truth is you wouldn't trade this pleasure for anything in the world. You know deep down that Malleus loves you more then anyone, he'll always love you, always cherish you, take care of you. You find yourself leaning forward, almost melting against the bed, ready to accept another load of his hot cum.

The series of knocks on the door takes you off the edge, "Fuck." You try to move but find your hips pressed into the bed, a growl of warning echoing around the room.

"Stay still. Have to breed you." He keeps going despite the next series of knocks, or maybe in spite of them, "What's wrong? Don't wish to let whoever is outside hear you? Do you want them to come in perhaps? I don't care who it is, I don't care what they want, if they're in here or out there. I. Am. Not. Stopping." He kissed a path up your back, and licked around the many bite marks on your neck, "You better not stop either. You wanna squeeze around my cock, I know you do. You want to come all over my cock."

"Malleus!" You end up coming right as he does, his name babbled loudly like a drunken prayer on your lips, his hips pistoning in and out before his cock freezes inside of you, he wants to feel everything, he needs to feel you squeeze every drop of cum out of his balls.

Another loving bite is added to your shoulder as he lays his body over yours, his fangs penetrating the already marked skin, "Too much for you, darling?" You can't find the strength to respond, only able to make your hips twitch against his and let your head hit the pillows, tired and way too spent. "Rest up. I'll go see who dared to bother us." He kissed your cheek as he slowly pulled out, taking pride in seeing your pretty cunt overflowing with his cum. There was no point in cleaning you up, you still had three days to go.

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst x reader #twst headcanons #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst smut #twst malleus #malleus headcanons #malleus x reader #malleus hcs #malleus smut #malleus draconia x reader #malleus draconia smut

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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Hello! I absolutely love your Vox content and he's currently my character fixation, I wonder if you could possibly write a Drabble or oneshot(whichever you prefer!) with Reader taking care of a wasted TV man? Thanks!

a/n — YES ABSOLUTELY!! I was actually just thinking about this, to be honest.

Also reader and him aren’t technically dating in this because I love pining and have commitment issues.

Vox clung to your neck and leaned his full body weight on you as you struggled to get him through the door.

“Your ssso sstrong,” he remarked, words slurred. He poked your face with his finger and giggled dumbly.

“Fuck, ah, doesn’t really feel like it,” you grunted. It was getting harder and harder to drag the wasted man everywhere.

Luckily, however, you had just made it to your apartment. The plan was to let him sleep in your bed and you would take the couch. It felt like the least you could do.

From the looks of it, or rather how he looked when you found him, he had a rough day. He was sitting hunched over on a bar stool, suit jacket off and bow tie undone.

By the time you’d noticed him, he was already completely drunk. He didn’t give you much to work with either when you asked why he looked so miserable.

He simply mumbled and stammered about how ‘I do all the work’ ‘never get a break’ ‘just bitching to me about everything.’ It was clear that an all-too-big amount of stress had led him to the barstool.

So, with all your strength you had helped him walk, practically carried, more like, him back to your loft.

“Mm, your sso pre—ee—tty,” Vox slurred, once again falling into a fit of giggles. If his words weren’t already incoherent, the added buffering didn’t help.

“Uh-huh,” you say, leading him over to the couch where you sat him down.

“My feet hhurt,” Vox whines, eyes dropping slightly when he meets the soft cushions.

It was strange to see him like this. He was usually so composed and put together, and now it seemed he would say anything that came to mind.

“Well, Vox, let’s take your shoes off, then.” You kneel down to untie his shoes and he continues incoherently babbling about whatever thought popped up.

Lots of which, might I add, were thoughts about how pretty and nice you were.

You knew he was going to hate himself the next morning for letting anyone see him like this. So in your mind, you already came up with reassuring words to make him less embarrassed.

‘Oh you were already almost passed out so you didn’t even say anything’ or something along those lines would probably ease his mind.

“Are we go—oo—gonna kiss?” Vox asked dreamily.

“You’re drunk,” you answer quickly. He didn’t know what he was saying.

“Oh,” he frowned, “but we sshould.”

You helped him get up from the couch by hoisting him up by his sides. Unfortunately, Vox had already hooked his arms around your neck and began leaning fully on you, making you wobble slightly.

His giggles started up again as he obnoxiously started poking your face and pulling your hair.

“God, you really are completely wasted, aren’t you?” You remark, mostly to yourself.

His drunken laughter subsided, “‘m sorry. ‘m sorry that ‘m so drunk.”

He sounded just plain sad, like you had unplugged the drain in the bathtub, letting all of his playfulness out.

“It’s okay, sweetie. You had a long day,” you rub his back comfortingly. He sighs in your arms.

Sweetie, you think, where did that come from? You weren’t sure. It just felt like the right thing to say.

“mmh, your nice,” his incoherent giggling was back, “ssso nice to m—mh—me.”

Once again, you half carried him into the bedroom and lied him down on the mattress. You unbuttoned his shirt about a third down in an attempt to make sleep more comfortable for him.

You placed the covers over him and started to leave. You were thinking about leaving some advil on the table for the morning when you heard Vox whine from behind you.

“Don’t leave,” he whispered, words still slurred. “Stay, please.” His hand had a weak grip on your own, trying to pull you closer to him.

“What?” you asked dumbly.

But Vox didn’t say anything else, just pleaded with his eyes for you too stay at least until he fell asleep.

You obliged. You sat down in the space next to him and rubbed his back. He sighed contently and nuzzled up against your leg, as you were still sitting up.

After that it didn’t take long for him to doze off, not before muttering a small ‘thank you.’

a/n — I think I’m gonna do a Velvette fic after this. Not entirely sure.

Also, disclaimer, the only reason you go back to your apartment and not his is because i’m not entirely sure where the Vees live.

So, yea, please don’t take your drunk situationship back to your apartment that’s kinda weird.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel vox

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stvolanis · 3 months

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can u write a smut which farleigh start has a breeding kink? i was so shy to ask but here we are...

Of course! don’t be shy, I love getting requests like this!

HOT & HEAVY

(a one shot)

PAIRINGS:Farleigh Start x reader

WARNINGS: foul language, clingy!Farleigh, pet names, fluff!

NSFW WARNINGS: breeding kink!!, cream pie, overstimulation, praise, light dumbification, cock warming

˚ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ˚

Farleigh was more antsy than usual. More observing and jumpy.

He’d been this way ever since last nights party when his friend, Mark, had arrived with a 1 year old in his arms. Said he was babysitting, although a party full of drunken and strung out people didn’t sound like an ideal place.

So, that’s what made you take it upon yourself to care for the child that night while everyone else had fun. You didn’t mind at all, matter of fact, you were excited. You were amazing with kids, and you’d much rather be spending your time taking care of one than having a killer hangover the next morning.

Farleigh had watched silently as you bounced the 1 year old, who’s name he learned was Marceline, on your hip half the night. The way she would babble on and on while chewing on your fingers absentmindedly while you casually talked to other people. The little giggles the little girl let out when you’d tickle her stomach, the smiles on both of your faces adoring.

Then it got him thinking.

What if that was his baby that you were holding instead? The one he’d only ever dreamed of having with you? How great of a mother you would be; naturally so caring and loving, kindness a default in your tender nature.

So of course it was the only thing spiraling in Farleighs’ mind for nearly 2 weeks since it happened.

Then his mind drifted off to….other things.

How beautiful you’d look swollen, full of his seed. Breasts sore, tender to the touch and full of milk he’d selfishly want to keep to himself. Everyone would know you were his, how could they not? He would be within 4 feet of you at all times if you’d fallen pregnant. The ‘scary guard dog’ over your shoulder, yet staring at you with the upmost love.

but you, innocent little you, were completely unaware of this.

So you gasped in shock when Farleigh had taken it upon himself to bend you over the kitchen counter when you were trying to make chocolate chip muffins.

You wore a baby pink robe with nothing but lilac laced panties underneath. “Baby, what—“ you started, but you were hushed by the feeling of his cock pressed against your already dampening cunt. “You little fuckin’ minx. Don’t know what you do to me, love.” He whispered in your ear.

You heard his pants drop to the floor behind you, and he pushed your panties to the side, lining his tip that was laced with pre-cum to your throbbing entrance that was clenching around nothing.

You whimpered as he pushed his fat tip in before filling you to the brim full of his cock. He was freakishly long, the biggest you’d ever taken the only cock you’ve ever taken, he was at least 8 inches, maybe a little more.

You could feel his tip kiss your cervix and your mouth hung agape, breathless as he began to relentlessly pound into you. His balls slapped against your clit with every thrust he delivered, and his hands gripped at your waist harshly, yet the angel kisses he delivered to your shoulders were gentle.

“Gonna fill you, baby. Gonna stuff you so full, you’re gonna look so so pretty when I’m done with you, honey.” He nearly whimpered out. Your cunt was spasming around him, and he knew you liked the idea by the way you clamped down onto him. You were so tight around him, he felt like he was gonna lose his mind if he couldn’t rut himself into you.

Farleigh was like a bitch in heat; and he was no better than you in this position. He was equally as a mess as you were. Both of you moaning uncontrollably, gripping at anything just to hold yourselves stable. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head when his fingers met your clit.

He rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers harshly, adding just the right amount of pressure to make you see stars. He was using you like a fleshlight, a cocksleve that was made specifically for him. And the worst best part about it? You had absolutely no complaints.

You’d gladly let your needy boy use you anytime he wanted to if it meant getting your brains fucked out.

He gently craned your neck back by your hair “Gonna make you a mommy. Yeah? You want that? You wanna make me a daddy, sweetheart?” He asked against your lips. You whimpered and whined, his cock still drilling into you at an alarming rate. “Y-yesss, oh fuck! Farleigh! Whatever you want!” You all but yelled out.

He somehow managed to let out a half-assed chuckle in amusement. “Nearly fucked my baby dumb, I think. Don’t even know what you’re agreeing to.” He said as he held your face back down against the marble countertop. The way he towered over you, and overpowered without even trying is what had you tumbling over the edge with a loud moan.

You released all over him, his happy trail becoming sticky with your cum. But he wasn’t finished, hell, he hasn’t even had his release yet, but the way your cunt ached around him trigged it.

He shot his hot, sticky seed deep into your fertile womb with a satisfied groan. “I’ve fucked a baby into you now, yeah?” He asked, condescendingly. You were on too much of a high to even process the words the taller man was saying to you.

You felt him pick you up, and somehow turn you around on his cock, now facing him as he carried you to the couch. He sat down with you still on him, and began rubbing slow circles onto your numb clit.

You whined as you dropped your head onto his shoulder. “S’too much, Farleigh!” You whimpered out, but your pleas fell to deaf ears. “Shh, I know, baby. Just gotta make sure you stay nice n’ full of my cum.” He whispered out as he rubbed his hand up and down your back with his free hand soothingly.

“My good girl, hm? Takin my cock so well, princess.” He said as he kissed the top of your head. You nodded, still clinging onto him like your life depended on it.

Your eyes felt heavy with sleep as your boyfriend trailed his kisses down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin. You were half awake, having your second orgasm as his fingers began to toy with your clit more feverishly.

Your swollen bud aching painfully, yet somehow still feeling so good just from his skilled fingers. “M’gonna cum again, Farleigh!” You moaned out as you humped yourself against his fingers at the same pace he was toying with you.

“Just let it happen, baby. So good f’me.” He cooed in your ear as you felt yourself squirt all over him for a second time. He groaned as he felt your juices slide down his cock. It was such a pretty sight.

You stuffed so full of his cock and cum, whimpering and helpless as you sat on him. The way your cunt squelched when you’d attempt to get off, yet Farleighs rough hands held you down.

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock still planted in you. Farleighs only hope was that you’d wake up with morning sickness, and if you didn’t, he’d have no problem fucking you everyday till you did.

Sure enough, after 2 weeks of the both of you fucking like rabbits every damn day, you’d finally fallen pregnant with your first child, and you and Farleigh couldn’t be any happier.

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