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ms-demeanor · 4 months
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Why reblog machine-generated art?
When I was ten years old I took a photography class where we developed black and white photos by projecting light on papers bathed in chemicals. If we wanted to change something in the image, we had to go through a gradual, arduous process called dodging and burning.
When I was fifteen years old I used photoshop for the first time, and I remember clicking on the clone tool or the blur tool and feeling like I was cheating.
When I was twenty eight I got my first smartphone. The phone could edit photos. A few taps with my thumb were enough to apply filters and change contrast and even spot correct. I was holding in my hand something more powerful than the huge light machines I'd first used to edit images.
When I was thirty six, just a few weeks ago, I took a photo class that used Lightroom Classic and again, it felt like cheating. It made me really understand how much the color profiles of popular web images I'd been seeing for years had been pumped and tweaked and layered with local edits to make something that, to my eyes, didn't much resemble photography. To me, photography is light on paper. It's what you capture in the lens. It's not automatic skin smoothing and a local filter to boost the sky. This reminded me a lot more of the photomanipulations my friend used to make on deviantart; layered things with unnatural colors that put wings on buildings or turned an eye into a swimming pool. It didn't remake the images to that extent, obviously, but it tipped into the uncanny valley. More real than real, more saturated more sharp and more present than the actual world my lens saw. And that was before I found the AI assisted filters and the tool that would identify the whole sky for you, picking pieces of it out from between leaves.
You know, it's funny, when people talk about artists who might lose their jobs to AI they don't talk about the people who have already had to move on from their photo editing work because of technology. You used to be able to get paid for basic photo manipulation, you know? If you were quick with a lasso or skilled with masks you could get a pretty decent chunk of change by pulling subjects out of backgrounds for family holiday cards or isolating the pies on the menu for a mom and pop. Not a lot, but enough to help. But, of course, you can just do that on your phone now. There's no need to pay a human for it, even if they might do a better job or be more considerate toward the aesthetic of an image.
And they certainly don't talk about all the development labs that went away, or the way that you could have trained to be a studio photographer if you wanted to take good photos of your family to hang on the walls and that digital photography allowed in a parade of amateurs who can make dozens of iterations of the same bad photo until they hit on a good one by sheer volume and luck; if you want to be a good photographer everyone can do that why didn't you train for it and spend a long time taking photos on film and being okay with bad photography don't you know that digital photography drove thousands of people out of their jobs.
My dad told me that he plays with AI the other day. He hosts a movie podcast and he puts up thumbnails for the downloads. In the past, he'd just take a screengrab from the film. Now he tells the Bing AI to make him little vignettes. A cowboy running away from a rhino, a dragon arm-wrestling a teddy bear. That kind of thing. Usually based on a joke that was made on the show, or about the subject of the film and an interest of the guest.
People talk about "well AI art doesn't allow people to create things, people were already able to create things, if they wanted to create things they should learn to create things." Not everyone wants to make good art that's creative. Even fewer people want to put the effort into making bad art for something that they aren't passionate about. Some people want filler to go on the cover of their youtube video. My dad isn't going to learn to draw, and as the person who he used to ask to photoshop him as Ant-Man because he certainly couldn't pay anyone for that kind of thing, I think this is a great use case for AI art. This senior citizen isn't going to start cartooning and at two recordings a week with a one-day editing turnaround he doesn't even really have the time for something like a Fiverr commission. This is a great use of AI art, actually.
I also know an artist who is going Hog Fucking Wild creating AI art of their blorbos. They're genuinely an incredibly talented artist who happens to want to see their niche interest represented visually without having to draw it all themself. They're posting the funny and good results to a small circle of mutuals on socials with clear information about the source of the images; they aren't trying to sell any of the images, they're basically using them as inserts for custom memes. Who is harmed by this person saying "i would like to see my blorbo lasciviously eating an ice cream cone in the is this a pigeon meme"?
The way I use machine-generated art, as an artist, is to proof things. Can I get an explosion to look like this. What would a wall of dead computer monitors look like. Would a ballerina leaping over the grand canyon look cool? Sometimes I use AI art to generate copyright free objects that I can snip for a collage. A lot of the time I use it to generate ideas. I start naming random things and seeing what it shows me and I start getting inspired. I can ask CrAIon for pose reference, I can ask it to show me the interior of spaces from a specific angle.
I profoundly dislike the antipathy that tumblr has for AI art. I understand if people don't want their art used in training pools. I understand if people don't want AI trained on their art to mimic their style. You should absolutely use those tools that poison datasets if you don't want your art included in AI training. I think that's an incredibly appropriate action to take as an artist who doesn't want AI learning from your work.
However I'm pretty fucking aggressively opposed to copyright and most of the "solid" arguments against AI art come down to "the AIs viewed and learned from people's copyrighted artwork and therefore AI is theft rather than fair use" and that's a losing argument for me. In. Like. A lot of ways. Primarily because it is saying that not only is copying someone's art theft, it is saying that looking at and learning from someone's art can be defined as theft rather than fair use.
Also because it's just patently untrue.
But that doesn't really answer your question. Why reblog machine-generated art? Because I liked that piece of art.
It was made by a machine that had looked at billions of images - some copyrighted, some not, some new, some old, some interesting, many boring - and guided by a human and I liked it. It was pretty. It communicated something to me. I looked at an image a machine made - an artificial picture, a total construct, something with no intrinsic meaning - and I felt a sense of quiet and loss and nostalgia. I looked at a collection of automatically arranged pixels and tasted salt and smelled the humidity in the air.
I liked it.
I don't think that all AI art is ugly. I don't think that AI art is all soulless (i actually think that 'having soul' is a bizarre descriptor for art and that lacking soul is an equally bizarre criticism). I don't think that AI art is bad for artists. I think the problem that people have with AI art is capitalism and I don't think that's a problem that can really be laid at the feet of people curating an aesthetic AI art blog on tumblr.
Machine learning isn't the fucking problem the problem is massive corporations have been trying hard not to pay artists for as long as massive corporations have existed (isn't that a b-plot in the shape of water? the neighbor who draws ads gets pushed out of his job by product photography? did you know that as recently as ten years ago NewEgg had in-house photographers who would take pictures of the products so users wouldn't have to rely on the manufacturer photos? I want you to guess what killed that job and I'll give you a hint: it wasn't AI)
Am I putting a human out of a job because I reblogged an AI-generated "photo" of curtains waving in the pale green waters of an imaginary beach? Who would have taken this photo of a place that doesn't exist? Who would have painted this hypersurrealistic image? What meaning would it have had if they had painted it or would it have just been for the aesthetic? Would someone have paid for it or would it be like so many of the things that artists on this site have spent dozens of hours on only to get no attention or value for their work?
My worst ratio of hours to notes is an 8-page hand-drawn detailed ink comic about getting assaulted at a concert and the complicated feelings that evoked that took me weeks of daily drawing after work with something like 54 notes after 8 years; should I be offended if something generated from a prompt has more notes than me? What does that actually get the blogger? Clout? I believe someone said that popularity on tumblr gets you one thing and that is yelled at.
What do you get out of this? Are you helping artists right now? You're helping me, and I'm an artist. I've wanted to unload this opinion for a while because I'm sick of the argument that all Real Artists think AI is bullshit. I'm a Real Artist. I've been paid for Real Art. I've been commissioned as an artist.
And I find a hell of a lot of AI art a lot more interesting than I find human-generated corporate art or Thomas Kincaid (but then, I repeat myself).
There are plenty of people who don't like AI art and don't want to interact with it. I am not one of those people. I thought the gay sex cats were funny and looked good and that shitposting is the ideal use of a machine image generation: to make uncopyrightable images to laugh at.
I think that tumblr has decided to take a principled stand against something that most people making the argument don't understand. I think tumblr's loathing for AI has, generally speaking, thrown weight behind a bunch of ideas that I think are going to be incredibly harmful *to artists specifically* in the long run.
Anyway. If you hate AI art and you don't want to interact with people who interact with it, block me.
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moechies · 4 months
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cherry popper! ꨄ toji fushiguro
sypnosis: your first time with toji fushiguro
warnings!! virgin reader w daddy toji <33, reader saying “it hurts,” bit of dacryphilia, praise, pet names mama princess& girl, mentions of fingering, making out, p in v !! obviously
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“slow down girl,” he chuckles above you, watching you pant from your lack of breath due to your previous sweet make out session. one of his arms placed next to your head, another one in your sweet wet cunt. just the taste of his tongue on yours made you ecstatic, barely able to contain yourself.
toji had been fingering you for the past hour, gotten you to cum twice. it hurts, the way he keeps on slowing down when you’re near, telling you he’s prepping you for when you feel his cock; but he’s simply riling you up! and he knows that.!
he feels the squelching of your cunt grow wetter with each thrust, slowly scissoring his fingers in your tight virgin cunt in preparation of his dick. he occasionally glides his fingers over your clit, unintentionally making you arch your back from the teasing.
“m ready toji please..”
“you really think you are baby? want your beautiful cunt filled?” he’s condescending and it embarrasses you. you muster out a un-confident, ‘yeah, but be gentle, please…!” all he does is laugh at your weak attempts to be a big girl before pulling his boxers down below his hip, exposing his hard cock that painfully strained against himself until now. all you can do is stare, his intimidating length and width, nearing the size of a coke bottle. you eye at his leaky throbbing red tip with translucent globs of precum spilling from the tip, and the vein that runs down his cock from top to the bottom.
it’s nothing you haven’t seen before in a way.. you could see his cock through his pants, even if he was soft. but now that it’s in the hold of the big man, it begins to feel real.
“ya sure you’re ready for it darling?”
you give him a simple nod but he won’t take it.
“need you to say it aloud for me baby.”
“i’m ready for you toji..” you whimper out, barely able to trust your own words.
the look of fear in your eyes, it’s almost as if it turns him on even more. all he wanted to do was to flip you on your tummy and fuck you with your head pressed down into the soft of your pink pillows till you cried for him to stop, but he had to be sweet now!
“alright, stay still f’me mama,”
he lines up his cock with your tiny cunt, and you feel your breath begin to labor.
“calm down princess. i’ll go slow. tell me if it hurts.”
with how wet you were, he could’ve slipped it in easy but you had too small of a hole. you feel a glob of his spit fall onto your cunt, what follows shortly when he begins to rub his cockhead around in circles on your cunt, pressing up on your clit. he gently teases you by pressing it back and forth in your hole, but never fully inside, giving you time.
“no more toji..”
all he can do is laugh at your squirming body, so desperate for him, making you shy again. he spits again but on his cock, giving his swollen cock head a few pumps, before using his free hand to press open your legs to stretch your cunt just a bit more.
he presses his tip against your wet hole, and you almost begin to tear up. not wanting to cry in front of toji, but you were so scared. but he knows,
“don’t be scared baby, i’ll make you feel so good alright?”
he leans down over to kiss your lips, meanwhile slightly slipping just the tip into your cunt. you feel him inside, and pull away. your reflects tell you to thrash away from it but you don’t. it’s so thick.
“toji… toji..”
“feel good baby?”
you’re almost shaking as you feel him sneaking inches into your cunt, before it hits a barrier.
“s gonna hurt just a bit baby.”
he pushes through your hymen quickly so there’s no pain, he truly tried to make this less painful! his heart pounds with ache when he’s met with a quick squeak, followed by pained pants and whines as you attempt to adjust to the unusual feeling.
“i-it hurts!! toji! hurts! “
“i know baby, i know.. fuck. you’re so tight mama.. doin’ so well.”
he bends over and cages your head in his arms, meanwhile slowly thrusting back and forth to sooth the pain. he wipes away the stray tears with his thumb, and kisses your face so sweetly. he continues his sweet peppering kisses, even while he pushes his cock deeper and deeper.
“toji no.. no.. too much i can’t.. don’t know how..” he smiles,
“don’t need you to know baby, just need you to lay there pretty for me and take it.” he looks down to see his cock covered in your blood and slick, and he almost cums.
he lets out a sweet groan at the sight, moving his attention back to your face to notice that you had stopped crying, rather started whimpering.
“still hurts baby?”
“yeah, does.. no more..”
“i know mama..”
even with your denial, he shoves his cock fully inside of you. he knows you just needed a push, and he was all for it. you scream out of shock at the uncomfortable fill in your cunt, pulling the man closer to you and into your chest, searching for comfort,
“toji! it hurts! hurts!”
“s okay baby, took it all. so good for me right? first time and you took all of it, you’re such a good girl. such a sweet, good girl baby. you’re doing so fuckin’ well for me. you are.”
he says as he kisses your face down to your neck. he doesn’t move until the look on your face changes from pain to pleasure, and he doesn’t need you to tell him when you’re ready for him to move. your minds cloudy and your thoughts fill with toji, and only him. you mindlessly moan his name over and over as he slowly strokes in and out of your silky cunt. he strokes through your hair and kisses your forehead so gently you almost want to cry.
“toji.. toji…. feels weird.. feels so good..”
“yeah baby? gonna cum for me sweetheart?”
“yeah.. think so.. dunno..”
he laughs at your innocence, he thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world.
“cum for me baby. cum on this sweet cock f’me mama.”
and you do.
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onelittlespiral · 3 months
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How about a jock twinning tf?👀
Looking alike, talking alike, then thinking alike
FML: Match
He never really stood a chance. The moment he walked into our new apartment together his days were numbered. No guy, and I mean no guy, can resist me for long. How could they, when it just feels so good to be me. He tried though. That first week he was a real prick. He would complain about my stuff everywhere, scoff at my friends, and try to cover up my scent. But 24/7 with me around starts to have an effect. I caught him picking up my stuff and stealing a quick sniff before throwing it in my room. The candles sat abandoned in his room. A pair of my boxers went missing. I finally caught him on week three. He was sitting, zoned out in the living room. It’s always so cute the first time they try to embrace it. Sprawled out on the floor, my boxers loose around his legs, hat backwards on his head. He already had a little beard going.
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He didn’t even bother getting up when I came in. He was lost in the scent of me, and his body was trying everything to become what it was not.
“Get up!” His body came to as he snapped to attention. He tried making excuses, his face was a mix of confusion and horror at what he was wearing.
“I am so sorry, I have no idea… what’s happening? What are you doing to me?!?”
“I’m just living it up bro, you’re the one sitting in my underwear. You trying to be all of this?” I flexed my biceps in front of him, watching his body begin to pulsate. “Just flex bro. Let it out, let me out.” His arms curled and posed, copying my form. His forearms exploded with muscle, as he began to shout:
“No, please, let me go.”
“You can leave at any time, you just have to want to.” I struck another pose, popping my pecs and flexing my abs. He moved in unison with me, his stomach sucking in as abs pushed out. Pecs punched out of his chest with force as his torso stretched to copy mine.
“Please… I don’t want this. Why- how are you doing this?”
“It’s easy little bro,” I sat into a deep squat. His eyes rolled back in his head as his lower body erupted. Muscle tore through him, filling out calfs, thighs, and ass all at once. “I’m what every guys wants, what everyone craves to be. My scent, my hormones, my whole aura has been filling you for weeks. I’ve been inside. You’ve just got to let me out. Now,” I stood back up, his body parodying along like a puppet. His body was ready, even when his mind was not, “FLEX.” I hit a double-bicep pose.
“Ah…AuGH-AHHHGAUH!”
I was let loose from inside him.
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It was like looking in a mirror. Fuck, I’m a stud. He was spacing out:
“Bro… no, fuck. Why, why do I sound like that?”
“You’re getting the full package little bro. You are going to look, sound, smell, think, and fuck just like me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
He shuddered in response. Immediately his cock began swelling, snaking down his leg. His mind was saying no but his body was saying yes. By now his balls were pumping him full of my hormones, invading his mind and filling him with my horny thoughts. Hands gripped his cock as he began jerking off in front of me, speeding up his transformation. Drool dripped from his open mouth and rolled down his chest.
“No, please. Why-why does it… feel…so…goooood? Hu-ungh-uhhhHHHh…”
He was riding the waves of pleasure as they engulfed his brain. He never stood a chance against me, but it was still so hot to watch him submit to his fate. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, and slowly I watched the lights go out upstairs. He was just like me now. No, better. He was me now. It was time. I walked up and pulled his hands from his cock, and replaced them with mine. I furiously began jacking him off as his brain short circuited and he just writhed in pleasure.
“Ha-hahu-ugh-huhuhuhuuuu-uHH-“
I leaned in, and planted one kiss on his sweaty brow and commanded:
“Now CUM.”
Instantly he let loose, hitting the back wall. It covered my hands, just adding to the lubrication as I finished him off. Rope after rope flew across the room, until he was shooting blanks still thrusting against my hands. He slowly slumped to the floor
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“How you feeling bro?” I asked him
“Huuuuuuh…fuck bro I’m spent. You’re a god. How do you manage to get that much out of me every time?”
I chucked a bit. “I know all the right buttons to push bro. I just do what I would do to me.”
“God, I’m not gonna be horny for a week”
“Pfft, knowing you? I give it an hour.”
“God we’re so hot bro…”
The comment caught me a bit off guard. Did he… no. There wasn’t any part of him left that would know what just happened to him. I leaned in and gave my new doppelgänger a kiss:
“Yeah we are, bruh.”
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satorusluver · 4 months
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Dating Nanami Kento
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Minors DNI
Word count: 500 ish
Tags: smut, fem reader, masturbation, oral (m receiving)
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Nanami Kento has a decently high sex drive, you just wouldn't know it for a long time because he's such a gentleman about it. He won't kiss you on the first date, except for a peck on the cheek. Even when the kisses start to get heated one night a few dates in, he still won't touch you anywhere intimate, definitely no groping. He won't mention anything about you two sleeping together since he's waiting for you to bring it up when you're ready.
Of course that doesn't mean he's not sporting a raging hard-on from you wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your breasts up against his chest when you kiss him, because he definitely is. And it also doesn't mean he's not fisting his cock to the thought of you as soon as he gets home from your date, needing to let all that built-up tension out (although not before he sends you a quick text that he got home safe and had a great time with you ❤️).
He's never asked you to send nudes, he wouldn't want you to think he only wants you for your body, but that doesn't mean he's not jerking his almost painfully hard cock to one of the selfies you sent him that he thinks you look especially beautiful in. His hand is a blur over his thick girth as he pumps a fat load of cum onto a paper towel with a low groan of your name while he looks into your eyes on his phone screen. He looks incredible when he cums too -leaned over slightly, his blonde hair falling forward, his face flushing and his mouth hanging open, the hard muscles of his stomach clenching and flexing as his orgasm peaks and his cock pulses with the force of all that hot, thick semen shooting through it.
He'd be ashamed to admit how often he cums to the sight of your face alone, or how one time his cum shot out a little farther than he thought it would and landed on his phone, covering your selfie in it, and now he secretly fantasizes about getting to cover your gorgeous face with his load in real life. You'd never be able to guess any of this from your new boyfriend's overly courteous behavior, but when you offer to go down on him a couple of weeks later, Kento's brain short circuits for several seconds before he manages to sputter out a "o-only if you want to, darling."
And he tries so hard to stay reserved, but the moment you wrap your lips around the swollen tip of his dick and your warm, wet mouth envelopes him, he's throwing his head back and hissing out a soft "fuck!" And when those beautiful eyes of yours look up at him while your mouth is stuffed full of his fat cock, he knows he's absolutely done for.
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rillian4e · 5 months
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{Missing you}
ft& Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Alhaitham, Scaramouche
a/n: been so looong since my last post, I'm overwhelmed with exams and having to study😭🫠 trying to become more active as best as I can, so here's a little scenarios of various genshin men missing you and your body.
summary: your lover has been awfully busy these past weeks and you as well which resulted in you two rarely seeing the other, much less spending time with one another. it's late and your boyfriend finds himself desperate for you but you aren't there to help him.
sw: nsfw, fem!reader, afab, jerking off, humping for alhaitham, needy men, a little bit of size kink for wrio's part, slight pet names, lowercase writing etc.
neuvillette who finds himself buried in paperwork in his office inside the palais mermonia but he still cannot get his mind off you, how he wished he had you here with him, cockwarming him on his lap while he worked—simply imagining it makes his pants feel tight, he misses having your warm folds around his shaft, the way you'd always let out the prettiest sounds when he even slightly touched you or raised his hips... he doesn't even realize that he has long forgotten his work, his hand around his cock, spreading the pre over his length as he gave a few pumps making him groan. "hnngh...so hard and you're not here to help me, I am acting in such a vulgar way, it's embarrassing yet...yet I can't get you out of my mind..." he mumbled to himself, fantasizing that it was your lips wrapped around him, sucking him in while playing with his balls while he only fucked himself deeper in your throat, when he came, he opened his eyes to see his hand coated with his cum, "...ah, what a mess, if only you were here to clean it up." finally returning to his senses after he relieved himself, he heard a knock on the door, "monsiuer neuvillette, is everything alright?" he was caught off guard by the question of the melusine behind the door, quickly he composed himself, hoping no one would come in and see him in such an embarrassing situation. "yes, of course. there is nothing to worry about, everything is alright." now he knew he needed to take a break and have you on his lap for real, not just fantasizing about it.
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being the duke meant wriothesley had a lot of responsibilities and he always fulfilled them accordingly but sometimes he was tired of it, spending so many nights here without seeing his pretty angel was unbearable. he missed having you in his arms, your small body pressed against his much bigger one—not to mention having you bent over his desk while he fucked you from behind, squeezing your tits while he rubbed tight circles on your swollen clit. the way you'd always tremble and cry tears of pleasure at him being so big and mean...archons, his cock is already rock hard at the thought of having your little pussy around his length. he is quick to free his cock from his pants, teasing the slit and stroking himself as he imagined everything he'd to you when he and you finally met again. "f-fuck...gonna breed you s' much when i see you...fuck you till you can't think about anything except this dick." he growled as he looked down at his erection, letting out a groan as he reached his climax.
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the ever so stoic and composed alhaitham never thought he'd feel this way, he wasn't the type to be affected by such things yet he couldn't seem to stop finding himself drift his thoughts onto you, he's preoccupied with a big project and the akademiya has only gotten more hectic, so his work hours have increased which is why you two didn't have any time together. when he came home, he felt exhausted but he was so sexually pent up and his cock was already dripping pre-cum. he tried ignoring it but couldn't, so he caved in—calculative as usual, alhaitham knew you had left a pair of panties at his place, it was bad habit of yours to leave your belongings at his house, he'd surely scold you before but now he was glad that you were so careless. sitting himself down he wrapped your panties around his cock, thinking of you and getting off on your smell. the panties did little to soothe his ache for your warm cunt but he'd have to do with what he had. "miss you...miss you so much...wish it was your pussy instead of your panties," he let out little pants alongside groans, his breathing heavy and warm as he came on your underwear.
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who would have thought that the former sixth of the fatui harbingers, the ever so arrogant and prideful, scaramouche, would have such vulgar lewd and dirty fantasies of you, his lover while you're away in another nation. he certainly would never tell you how badly he wants you when you're away, he thinks it's humiliating but doesn't care when he knows you probably feel the same way, when you get back, he will make up for having you not be there for him to fuck and ravage as his possession. his cock hardens at the thought of having you submit to him, cry and lay there helpless as you take what he gives you. even as he pumped his hard erection, his focus went over to you—how would you react if you were here? would you get aroused to see him jerking off so shamelessly? "s-shit...shit, close," he let out a needy whine as his cum spurted out, scaramouche felt better but it wasn't nowhere near as enough, "haa...if only you were here, my pretty and obedient slut..." he sighed as he closed his eyes, thinking of you and when you will be back, hopefully soon because he cannot handle not having you there to relieve his needs.
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wheredafandomat · 6 months
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My Loki
TVA! Loki x female reader
18+ | contains smut - Quick fire rapid small drabble thing because ep 2 was hot 🥵 WK 700
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“I have done some terrible awful things. Yeah, maybe that is who I am and he knows, she knows” Loki paused for a moment, glancing at you “it’s the real me. A loser. Always have been, always will be” he continued.
“Loki” you interrupted to no avail.
“And perhaps I’ve been holding something back. Perhaps I’ve just been waiting for a moment like this, so I can do terrible awful things to you” he threatened, stepping closer to Brad who’s expression had contorted into fear.
“Loki, that’s enough” Mobius tried to intervene but he was in a trance.
“Loki” you spoke authoritatively, stepping between him and Brad, snapping him out of his stupor as his almost teary eyes met yours. “No” you mouth, urging him to back down.
Taking a deep grounding breath, Loki turned away before storming out of the room. You looked over at Mobius who shrugged his shoulders before you chased after Loki, calling his name but he didn’t respond, he just weaved his way through the other agents, continuing down the corridor.
“Loki, Loki!” You yelled, following him into a locker room as he spun around.
“WHAT?” He exclaimed.
“Talk to me” you implored.
“You want me to talk to you?” He questioned almost mockingly as he stepped towards you, caging you between himself and the locker behind you. You tried to keep your breaths even as the familiar scent of his cologne evaded your senses, exciting you. “Hmm? Is that what you want?” He continued, using his thumb and index finger to tilt your chin upwards, his eyes boaring into yours. “You want me to confide in you, tell you what’s going on in my head, what I’m thinking?” He listed as he lifted your skirt up a little, pushing one of his legs between yours and stealing your breath away as he began rubbing his thigh against your clothed pussy. Your head fell back against the locker, eyes closed as your panties dampened. You practically purred when he undid one of the buttons on your shirt and began kissing your neck. “What if I don’t want to talk?” He uttered against your lips before you pressed yours against his, kissing him deeply.
Lifting you, Loki pressed you back harder against the lockers with his hips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Using one of his hands, he undid his belt, pulling his trousers low enough to free his hard cock as he pumped it a couple of times before running it through your slick folds and guiding himself to your entrance.
“Fuck Loki” you murmured in his ear as he entered you before pulling out a little and thrusting inside of you again. His movements were fast, almost desperate as you moaned against his ear. You could tell this wouldn’t take long for either of you.
“I’m the villain y/n” Loki confessed between thrusts as he grunted “in his story and in yours”
“No” you insisted, opening your eyes as you looked down into his, your hand against his cheek as he slowed this thrusts “you’re the God of Mischief, you’re my Loki” you affirmed “not a villain” you smiled, Loki’s expression changing into something that could only be described as fond.
Pecking your lips, Loki sped his thrusts again, fucking into you with ardour as the lockers behind you clanged against the wall, the sound of both of you moaning filling the room.
“I’m so closee” you mewled moments before your orgasm swarmed you leaving you shaking as Loki chased his own.
“Fuck” he cursed, stilling his movements as he pushed his hips against yours, filling you with his warm seed as he rode out his high.
Once you were both sated, Loki placed you back down onto shaky legs as he pulled his trousers back up, simultaneously pulling your skirt down as if he knew you were both about to be interrupted.
“Here you are, I’ve been searching everywhere for you both” Mobius spoke, entering the room as you fixed your hair.
“What?” Loki questioned as Mobius’s gaze flicked between you both suspiciously.
“No, nothing” he dismissed, noticing your shirt button undone.
“Let’s go then” Loki gestured, walking past Mobius and out of the room.
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october 5th - seungcheol and daddy kink
You decide to bother your husband during a business meeting, oblivious to the consequences that lie ahead. dom!cheol, mentions of the other members (vernon, wonwoo, mingyu), hair pulling, rough sex, lots of humiliation
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"Okay, Hansol. I see where you're coming from, but to increase our profits, we need a better user interface." Your husband has been debating with his coworkers about whatever they are talking about for the last 20 minutes. Seungcheol had promised that he would be done by now. You were sitting on the couch in his office waiting for him to get off his meeting. "Cheollie, when are you going to be done?" He quickly muted himself and said, "A few minutes, princess." You sunk back down onto the couch with an exasperated sigh.
About 20 more minutes went by without him turning off his computer. You made your way to his desk and crawled underneath. He was obviously eyeing you once he saw you on your knees between his legs. He tried to ignore you, but the second you started palming his cock through his pants, he was livid. Why couldn't you just wait until he was done with his meeting? "C'mon, Cheollie...need you." His breathing became increasingly faster, but he kept a calm composure on camera. He was telling you to stop. His hips bucking into your hand was telling you otherwise.
There was a prominent wet spot in his pants when he grabbed your wrist and glared at you. "Cheol...you paying attention?" Wonwoo asked in a suspicious tone. "Y-yeah. I just need to take care of something real quick. Give me an hour." He hung up the call before anyone could answer him or say goodbye. He unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out for you. He pumped his cock a few times before slapping the tip on your lips, signaling you to open it. You stuck your tongue out, waiting to taste his cock. But the second you did, he grabbed your hair into a bunch and shoved his cock all the way to the back of your throat.
You weren't expecting him to go all the way in, and his sudden movement made you gag around him. He started to fuck into your face, purposely disregarding you tapping his thigh. "Such a needy slut, but you can't handle some dick? Toughen up." His words made you clench around absolutely nothing. His consistent thrusts soon started to falter when your throat began constricting around him from the lack of air. He pulled you off his cock, only to lock eyes with your hazy ones. "Take a second to breathe, but don't think I'm fucking you any time soon." He took the time to wipe some of the drool on the sides of your mouth before he put his cock back in. "C'mon...suck me off, and don't stop 'til I cum."
You lapped at his swollen tip, taking your time with him. He was bucking his hips up to meet your lips, obviously getting impatient with your pace. You finally took him into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and making sure not to use any teeth on his thick cock. If you were being honest, his cock being in your mouth was sometimes a struggle. Despite that, you loved tasting him and making him feel good. You bobbed your head up and down, trying to get as much inside. But you did use your hands to stroke whatever you couldn't. You felt him shuffling around in his seat before he held you down on his cock. He came with broken groans and a tight grip on your throat. "Good girl." He lightly tapped your face with his cock before pulling you up to his lap.
At this point, he had a huge wet spot on his pants, and you were extremely soaked. He placed you on his lap, grinding his cock against your clothed cunt. The feel of your cotton panties was perfect for Seungcheol, but you wanted more. "Cheol, stop teasing," you whined. He practically ripped your panties clean off before splitting you open. "I don't remember that being my name?" His cock entered you with a squelch to which he responded with a drawn-out groan. You couldn't hold in the whimpers that were in your throat. "I'm sorry! 'm sosososo sorry, daddy!" You were getting so loud that Seungcheol had to put his thumb in your mouth. "Needy slut can't handle her daddy's cock?"
He relentlessly pounded into you, paying no mind to how much you were dripping all over him. "I c-can handle it! Wish it was Mingyu fucking me right now." Seungcheol knew you wanted to rile him up. As much as he didn't want to give you that satisfaction, the mention of his own coworker fucking his wife's pussy made him feel different. "You wish it was Gyu fucking you, hm? Why don't we call him and see what he has to say about that?" You shook your head furiously, not ready for the impending humiliation. He kept one hand on your throat while he used the other to grab his phone off the desk. He put the phone on speaker and you could hear it ringing.
ring...
ring...
ring...
ring...
"Hello?"
You were hoping that he wouldn't answer, but of course, your husband was going to get his way. "Seungcheol, why did you leave the meeting like that?" He completely disregarded the question and proceeded to say, "___ has something she'd like to say. Go ahead, baby." There was no question. Mingyu could hear your muffled whimpers, but you had to do what your husband asked of you. "H-hey, Gyu, fuck!"
"___? You okay?"
Seungcheol wrapped your legs around his waist as he stood up, his cock still inside you. "G-gyu, I'm fine. Just... I wish you were f-ucking me instead of Cheol!" There was about a minute of silence on the other end, but you were going feral. Your husband had you on his desk while he pounded into you. "Guess he's gone quiet." Just as Seungcheol was about to hang up, you both heard what sounded like a zipper on the other line. "Wish it was me, hm? Why didn't you invite me then, cutie?" You clenched around your husband, and it didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Fuuuck, Gyu. She just clenched around me so hard." At this point, you could hear the wet sounds coming from Mingyu's hand working on his leaky cock. "Y-yeah, Gyu. Wish it was you fucking me like t-this. Fuck!" Both your husband and his friend had their way with you. Mingyu was coaxing you towards your orgasm with his words while Seungcheol dragged his cock in and out of your walls. "Gonna cum around daddy's cock?" Your legs were shaking and you could barely get a word out. "C-can I? Can I please cum?" Seungcheol couldn't say no to his princess but he was gonna leave this one up to Mingyu. "Should she be able to cum, Gyu?" Mingyu's hand never stopped working on his cock. Both you and Seungcheol could hear his grunts on the other side of the phone.
"Hmm, I don't know. She's thinking about another man while her husband is fucking her." You wanted to cum so bad but they weren't going to let you. "That sounds like a 'no' to me," your husband cooed. "Sorry, princess." He kept his pace but started to go deeper. He was nearing his orgasm while he kept you edged. "Gonna fill this pussy and you're gonna take it," he started, "Don't let one drop go to waste." You felt him pulse and throb inside you before he stilled, finally filling you up with his cum. At this point, you still weren't allowed to cum and it was driving you crazy. Once Seungcheol came inside of you, Mingyu was working through his own orgasm which is what made it so hard to stay together.
Seungcheol slapped your face a few times to get you back into reality. You were so fucked out that he found it funny. "Wanted my cock so bad, hm? Look at you, princess, going dumb on your daddy's cock." He and Mingyu talked as if you weren't even there anymore. Your husband told Mingyu he could go now, and although reluctant, he ended up hanging up. "See? That's what happens when you wish for someone other than your husband to be fucking you; you don't get to cum." You were pleading with him at this point to let you cum but he just wouldn't relent. "If you want to cum, you're gonna have to when I say so. Alright?"
You nodded in desperation. "Good girl. Face down, ass up." He took you off of his cock and you rushed to the couch, making sure none of his seed dripped out. He rubbed his tip between your folds before sliding right in. You were so wet it was just easy for him to get directly to that gummy spot inside of you. Despite trying your hardest not to, you clenched around him several times, warning him of the impending orgasm. "Gonna cum, princess?" He asked only to receive no reponse. He yanked your head back and asked again. "Yes, yes. I'm so close, daddy." He started to count down from 10. "I'm gonna count, and you're gonna cum when I say so." He kept his pace but decided to snake his hand down to add 2 of his calloused fingers to rub at your clit. You could feel yourself coming undone on his cock, your clit throbbing as he pounded into you. "Three, two, one." You finally fell apart, legs shaking, toes curling, and eyes rolling back into your head. He continued fucking his cum into your cunt, making sure nothing goes to waste.
He, too, was riding out his high. It was hard to resist cumming when your pussy was milking him so well. "Don't interrupt my business calls again, princess."
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wet dream
(business man! joel x f reader) | AO3 | masterlist
Summary: You have a wet dream about your sort-of boss, Joel Miller, and then get stuck in an elevator with him.
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: SMUT (literally get out of here if you’re not 18+), afab reader, no y/n, some plot mostly porn, wet dreams, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, implied age gap, business man joel!, mentions of general workplace misogyny/incompetence (not from joel obvi), traffic, elevators, semi public sex, grinding, 1/4 of a blow job, don't read if ur claustrophobic probably, i think that's it but if i missed something pls let me know!
A/N: had to take a break from writing good dad joel™️ for some dream joel businessman smut©️. not even sorry xo
graphic made by the amazing @idolatrybarbie - thank you! ❤️
Warm, big hands wrap around your thighs, opening them wider so he can kneel in front of you, broad shoulders keeping you open for him. You pant, scratching at the sheets as he bites and kisses his way between your legs, avoiding where you want him most. The scratch of his facial hair feels so good, and you tell him, reaching a hand to try and grab at his hair. His hands run up your thighs, snapping the waistband of your panties,, and right as you think how much you need them off now, they’re gone, the air cool against your exposed skin. He grins against the skin of your stomach, nipping and soothing with his tongue until you’re arching to get closer, more more more, and he chuckles, a low thing that vibrates through your body.
His broad palm comes across your lower stomach, pressing and keeping you in place. Settle, honey, gonna give you what you want, don’t worry, he coos when you whine, gripping his hair and pulling. He pulls back slightly to stare at the slick pooling beneath you, on your thighs, on the sheets below you, and he tsks, running a finger up to collect it, watching the way it shines on his fingers. You close your eyes, embarrassed at the attention, and they fly open when he uses that finger to rub circles on your clit. Oh fuck, f- please, you choke out, and it’s like he reads your mind, pulling back to press two fingers gently into you, scissoring, opening you up beneath him. He leans even closer, breath fanning against you, never stopping the pumping of his fingers, searching for the spot that makes you cry out, nails scratching at him when he finds it and aims there. That feels good, doesn’t it, so fucking tight for me, gonna ruin you for every other man–’s that what you want, sweetheart, want me to open you up with my fingers or do you want somethin’ else? Gonna let me fuck you, stretch you out on this cock? His voice is low, rough, familiar, but the thought fades as he curls his fingers up, the hand holding you down pushing until the pressure is too much and you want to tell him but you can’t move, can’t speak as he brushes his thumb lightly across your clit, not enough to do anything but be a tease, but it’s enough, you’re almost there and he says yeah that’s it, go on honey, come all over me, and you lift his head up by the hair, wanting to see his face when you finally let go–
It’s Joel Miller. As in, your boss. 
Your eyes fly open, breath catching in your throat as you blink, trying to make sense of what just happened. The throbbing between your legs, the wetness in your sleep shorts, that’s real but–all for…Joel? Oh god–you didn’t even think you liked Joel like that, not that he’s not good looking or anything, but you’d never had a longer conversation with him than a quick good morning in the elevator, or his polite thank you, darlin’, as you handed out copies of reports and expenses during your weekly meetings, the ones when he came down from his office on the floor above to listen in silence as your manager attempted to justify whatever was going on within the department. Just his presence alone was enough to make them sweat–you looked forward to it every week. You scramble for your phone, cursing when you notice the time–five minutes to get ready and out of the house or your boss would have a conniption. The man was incompetent on a good day, but without you to guide him–aka, do everything possible for him–nothing would get done. Ignoring the unsatisfied swirl of want you shower and dress quickly, grabbing an apple as you rush out of the door.
The one day you’re running late, of course, is the day everyone must decide they’ve forgotten how to drive or something, the stop-and-go of the morning traffic doing nothing to help the headache brewing behind your temples, a combination of stress and a lack of sleep. You keep one eye on the time ticking by and by the time you get off your exit you’ve got exactly three minutes to park, make it into the building and up to the twenty-sixth floor before anyone notices you’re not there. There’s a mishap with your pass when you finally make it inside, a combination of you swiping it too fast and a worn magnetic strip, and by the time you get through security the rest of the elevators are packed full, each door closing right as you run up, and right when you’re about to have a breakdown and consider climbing the insane amount of stairs, a hand reaches out from inside an elevator down the hall to stop the doors from closing. You rush over, sliding into the empty car with a sigh of relief.
“Thank you so much,” you say, only slightly breathless from the run to the building. “Thought I was gonna be late, you really saved me.” 
“You goin’ up, darlin?” A low voice, one that you immediately recognize–
That feels good, doesn’t it, so fucking tight for me, gonna ruin you for every other man.
Joel. As if the universe didn’t hate you enough.
He’s still waiting, a hand poised over the panel of buttons as he quirks an eyebrow at you. You realize you’re staring at him and look away quickly, telling him your floor number. The doors close as the hum of machinery fills the elevator car. You can’t help but look at him out of the corner of your eye–the scruff covering his jaw, hair wet and slicked back like he’d just showered. His button-up stretches tight across his shoulders, the top one undone, and the little peek of tanned skin underneath has your mouth watering. You’re being a creep, get it together.
“You’re on twenty-six, that’s advertising, right? Anderson’s team?” He crosses his arms across his chest and you drag your gaze up, nodding, not trusting your voice around him. He hums thoughtfully.
“Quiet little thing, ain’t ya,” he murmurs. The heat of his gaze is too much and you look away–all you can see when you look at him is the Joel from your dream, who’d teased you and talked to you in a low voice just like this one, and that just reminds you how unsatisfied you still are.
“I’m not–not really part of his team. Just a secretary,” you say, and you want to slap yourself when he looks back up at you. His eyes are dark as he searches your face.
He opens his mouth to say something and a loud screeching interrupts him. There’s a mechanical grinding noise, overwhelmingly loud in the small space, and you cover your ears with a wince. The elevator comes to a jolting stop and you feel Joel’s hand wrap around your wrist when you stumble. You hope he can’t feel the pulse beating erratically in your wrist, or that he just assumes it’s  from being scared, not from him and his proximity.
The lights flicker once, twice, before going out completely, plunging you in darkness. You whimper at the sudden loss of sight and he smooths his thumb over your wrist. The emergency lights come on, bathing the small room in a red light.
“You okay?” he asks. You nod, and flush when you realize he probably can’t see the gesture.
“I think so,” you say. “Are you okay?”
You can hear the smile in his voice when he answers. He still hasn’t let go of your wrist. “’M fine darlin’, don’t worry about me. Gonna call for help, they’ll get us out of here in no time. Happens all the time, old buildings like this.”
He fumbles for the emergency phone, lifting it up and pressing the button to call for help. As he waits for someone on the other end to pick up your eyes adjust to the low light and you look at his profile, the way the shadows dance across his face as he shifts, jaw clenching as he speaks lowly to someone, presumably maintenance, and you jump when he slams the phone back down.
His thumb smooths across your wrist in apology. “Gonna be a while. Something about the circuit breaker tripping–whole building lost power for a second.”
You groan, shifting out of his grip to slide down against the wall until you’re sitting on the tiled floor. You scrunch your knees up to your chest and hide your face, trying to calm down. You’ve been wound up all morning from the dream, being late, and now this? 
“I’m so fired,” you whisper into the fabric of your dress. It’s quiet, the distant mechanical whirring of the nearby elevators echoing in the silence. After a moment Joel slumps next to you with a low grunt. His hand hovers over your bent form and then he drapes his arm across your shoulders with a light squeeze. The heat of his hand, his arm, leeches through your thin cardigan and you can’t help the shudder that rolls through you.
“Hey,” he husks. “You’re not fired, hear me? Just an accident–could’ve happened to anyone.”
“You don’t know Anderson,” you say. “He’s been looking for any excuse to- to get rid of me, told me as much after last week’s meeting.”
He scoffs. “He’s a dick. Don’t worry about him. We’re not gettin’ rid of you that easy, honey.” He nudges your shoulder with his, a smile pulling at his lips when you give him a weak one in return.
Honey–that’s what he’d called you, in your dream. And holy fuck did it sound so much better in real life, when you’re so close you can hear the way his voice drops an octave in the small space, how intimate it feels to have him next to you. Just the memory has you leaning away, all too aware of the way your dress has ridden up your thighs, his thick leg pressed against yours, and his arm drops from your shoulder. You miss the warmth almost immediately.
“Thanks Joel,” you say quietly. It’s easy to be brave in the dark, which is why you find yourself asking, “Can I tell you something?”
There’s just enough light to let you see his head tip down towards yours, the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows, lets out a low mhm.
“Those other guys, they’re always…well, they’re not the nicest. And I work with them every day, getting them coffee, copying reports, fixing their mistakes, and what do I get for it? Nothing. They don’t even remember my name, half the time. Unless they want to yell at me.” you sigh and he covers your hand with his own, smoothing down your scrunched up fingers as you continue talking.
“But you…I remember the first day I met you, and you made a point to remember my name, to thank me for helping out and I just–I wish it was you that I could’ve been working for this whole time.” He doesn’t say anything and your face heats, body tensing. Now you’ve gone too far, he’s gonna report this back to your manager and then you’ll for sure get fired.
When he finally speaks his voice is low, considerate, an undercurrent of anger leaking through. “Not right, how they’re treatin’ you. Tell ’em that every time. I fuckin’- I even put in a transfer request for ya last week.”
He’s already looking down at you when you meet his eyes, bringing your combined hands up to rub the back of your hand against his cheek. The low scritch of your skin against his beard does nothing to calm your racing pulse.
One moment you’re looking at him in the half-lit elevator and the next your mouth is on his, or his is on yours, you can’t tell who moves first and you don’t really care. His lips are soft and his mustache tickles, and when you open your mouth in a gasp he moves his tongue along yours carefully, deliberately, nothing like the sloppy makeouts you were used to from guys your age. The angle is awkward and when he finally breaks away you’re both panting, loud breaths that echo in the elevator and he sits back, gesturing for you to move to sit on top of him. You hesitate, maybe for too long, because he grabs you by the backs of your thighs and yanks you forward, until you’re chest to chest, knees spread out around the bulk of his thighs.
“This okay, honey?” he gruffs, and oh there’s that word again, honey, and a low whine forces its way up your throat as you nod eagerly. His hands wander around your body with ease, pushing your sweater off your shoulders to kiss the side of your neck, bruising the delicate skin with a nip that sends your body forward into him as he chuckles.
“You like that,” he says, and it’s not a question but you nod anyway, moving your hands up to rake through his perfectly gelled hair, messing up the once perfect hairstyle. Your hips rock subtly over his and he groans, gripping the sides of your cheeks to bring you into another kiss, a rough smash of open mouths, head spinning from the lack of oxygen. 
“Joel, please, wanna see you,” you whimper, letting your hands trail from his neck to his dress shirt, rumpled from your hands as you fumble to open the buttons. His hands come up to grip yours, pulling them away with ease despite your protest. Whatever you were about to say dies in your throat as he bends his knees up, sliding you closer until you’re sitting right where he’s hard and thick for you, twin groans falling from the both of you at the contact.
“What d’you want? Not much time here, not as much as I’d, ngh, like–gonna let me- let me open you up with my fingers? Or you want my tongue, right here in this elevator, right where fuck- right where anyone could walk in? Think they’re watchin’ the cameras, wanna give ’em a show honey?” He keeps going, that low drawl in your ear as you roll your hips over his, grinding slowly as he plants his feet down, thrusts up into you, letting you feel the thickness of him even through his pants, your thin underwear. It’s so much like your dream that the feeling of deja vu smacks you in the face and you freeze, just for a second, but enough for him to notice.
“What happened, you okay? Do you not want to- it’s okay if this is too much–” you lean forward to bite at the hint of collarbone peeking out of his shirt, running your tongue over the mark as he groans low in his chest, rumbling through you.
“It’s just- this is so embarrassing, but I, I had a…dream, um just like this. This morning.” You hide your face in his shoulder, feeling them move as he laughs, lifting your chin with a finger to force you to look at him.
“Yeah? How much you give the guy downstairs to stop the elevator for ya, to make your dream come true today?” he teases, rubbing a thumb against the flush on your cheekbone when you smile and push his shoulder lightly, mumbling a low shut up as he laughs.
You sit up to look at him, and the added pressure has you gasping around the sudden throbbing of your clit, and his eyes go dark, grasping your hips tightly as he moves you back and forth, like that? he murmurs and when you moan, he bucks up, watching the way your breasts threaten to spill out of the top of your dress with every movement.
“Can you- your f-fingers, please,” is all you can say, and he presses two of his thick fingers to the corner of your mouth, a low open up for me that has you clenching around nothing as he presses them on your tongue, then further, letting your spit run down his wrist until you gag lightly and he pulls back, smearing your own spit on your jaw as he pulls you into another kiss. He rucks your dress up impatiently, letting you both see your tiny panties that are soaked.
“This for me?” he murmurs. You nod, yes joel all for you just for you and he groans, letting his spit soaked fingers slide down until they’re playing with the elastic of your underwear, snapping them back when you move, patience, honey, gonna take care of you as he finally slips his fingers down, letting his middle finger feel the slick pooled there, smearing on the insides of your thighs (and definitely his pants), just rubbing the outside to feel you clench around nothing until you say please please please and he shushes you, slowly pressing two fingers in as you gasp–his fingers are so much thicker than yours, so filling it’s overwhelming, and you lean back just to admire the scene in front of you: your swollen pussy leaking all over both of you, the back and forth of Joel’s fingers disappearing inside of you, the shlick slick shlick as he moves, the way the heel of his palm bumps your clit with each thrust, arm flexing beneath his button up. You have to close your eyes, tilting your head back and he tsks. 
“Eyes on me, pretty girl, watch me stretch you out ‘n fill you up. This what you were dreamin’ about, lettin’ me fuck you here, bein’ such a good girl just for me, ain’t that right?” You hum, too focused on chasing the pleasure that’s been building since you got in the elevator with him, since you woke up from that goddamn dream but this–this is even better than anything you could’ve possibly dreamed, the heat of his body under yours, the little noises he makes as he marks the side of your neck, the thick heat of his cock under you and it’s too much–too much, gonna come joel, and he grinds his fingers into you, letting his hand rub against your clit and he says can feel you suckin’ me in, ’s okay honey, i’m here go ahead, and that–the permission–sends you over the edge, soaking his hand and his pants as you come down slowly, his fingers just resting in you, in no rush to move as he presses tiny quick kisses over your face, your cheeks, the tops of your breasts as you gasp for breath.
“Wow,” you finally say.
He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face. “Everything you dreamed of?”
“And then some,” you say shyly. “Can I- can I touch you?” You let your hand trail down to the button of his pants, waiting for permission.
His groan is low, as if he’d forgotten all about how hard he was until now, a fuck yes, go ahead tumbling from his lips as you unbutton his dress pants quickly, reaching a hand in under his briefs to grasp the heft of him. He’s big, thick and leaking an extreme amount of precome and he grunts when you grab him, throbbing in your hand at the simple touch. It makes your head spin, the way he’s so affected just from touching you.
“Not gonna- shit, last so just–here,” he grabs your hand out of his pants, licking to wet your palm and shoving it back down, the slide smoother now as he thrusts up into the circle of your hand and you lean into him, scratching your nails through the stubble under his jaw and his head drops back against the wall with a low thunk. “Where do you want it?” he grits, and you can feel him pulse in your hand when you say my mouth, want you in my mouth, and he replaces your hand with his own, moving faster as you slide back until your mouth is hovering over him, sticky tip catching your cheek as he jerks himself roughly, a smear of precome that’s visible even in the low light and he stutters, groaning as you lean forward to cover his tip with your open mouth, pulsing into your mouth for what seems like forever, pulling back with a hiss when you keep sucking. 
“Fuck,” he says, watching as you tuck him gently back into his pants, smoothing your dress back over your thighs. His shirt is a lost cause, wrinkled beyond hope from your hands and being on the floor but you do your best to fix it for him, lingering on the firmness of his chest as you move your hands over him. He grabs your hands, pressing kisses to your fingertips as you giggle.
“Wait–do you hear that?” He shushes you as you both strain to listen and then you hear it–the low groaning of mechanics, the lights flickering back on as you watch the elevator numbers light up as you finally start moving again. You sigh in relief and you both quickly stand up, smoothing out each other to look somewhat presentable. He stoops to grab your sweater from the ground, brushing it off before he holds it out for you to slip your arms back into it, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he steps away. The ding of the elevator bell has you stepping a respectable distance apart, sneaking small smiles at each other as the door finally opens to face a worried crowd. 
Talk later? he mouths, smile spreading when you nod. Not even your boss’s tomato-red face can sour your good mood, fueled even more by the slip that you find on your desk after lunch announcing your transfer to the floor above, to Joel’s floor. 
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rindou bites back a moan as you jerked his cock off in one hand and held your phone on the other. 
“right? i can’t believe he did that!” you exclaimed to the phone and rindou had half a mind to throw your phone to the side and push your head on his dick. 
his breath hitches as you place your lips on his tip, hand firmly on the shaft as you pressed kisses on the throbbing member. he fought off a groan as you sucked the tip in, your tongue massaging the inches you managed to take. 
rindou’s head falls flat on the couch as he heaves out a deep breath at the low hum you let out. rindou’s eyes peer down to you with a lustful gaze you held eye contact with him, phone still by your ear.
“i can’t believe he forgot about your anniversary. how could he do that?” you reply to whatever conversation you were having with your friend whilst jerking him off, causing his hips to stutter in your hold. rindou could vaguely hear an animated reply from the other side of the phone call, not that he cares. all he cares about is that you better drop the call fast.
rindou can’t remember how long this has been going on. fifteen minutes? thirty? he’s not so sure but you better drop the call before he reaches his limit before your friend gets a first row ticket hearing you gag around his length. 
you pull away with a pop. tongue lazily playing with his tip as your hand slowly dipped down to his balls, massaging it gently. 
“are you eating something?” he hears your friend ask. rindou watches as you smirk, denying her claim. “no.” you reply. “just trying out this new lollipop flavor.” and rindou could barely take into account what you said before the back of his hand flew to his mouth, biting the skin as you dipped down and swallowed around him, the phone call serving as white noise as he grips your hair and controls the pace. 
“hang. up.” rindou whispers harshly you gave him a faux pout. rindou can feel his left eye twitch, an annoyed expression on his face as you pull away and winked, giving him quick pumps. 
he hates that he can feel himself getting closer. 
“no, for real? he didn’t even get you anything?” the conversation was going nowhere and rindou really needed to cum. 
“hang up, (y/n). i’m not telling you this again.” rindou says, voice barely audible but with the way your eyes shifted, he knew that you heard. 
you gave his tip a wet kiss before you swallowed against him once more. 
he clenches his jaw, the hand in your hair tightening as he pushes you down even further, causing a gag to escape your throat. 
rindou could hear your friend ask you if you were okay on the other line, with a click of his tongue, he rips the phone from your hand and answers the question for you. 
“she’s busy.” and he hangs up, throwing the phone on the side. 
his grip is lax as he lets you come up from air, he bites back a smirk as you coughed, a glare forming on your face as you plant your hands on his thighs, stabilizing yourself. 
“that’s rude.” you huffed. rindou rolls his eyes, fingers caressing the side of your cheek, lips twitching up just a bit as you unconsciously lean your head to his touch. 
“what’s rude is you not paying attention to your task at hand.” rindou said as his free hand slithers down to his length, pumping it at an even pace. 
“i’m sorry.” you drag out, lips forming into a pout as you stared up at him in an apologetic expression and all rindou can think of is painting your pretty features with white. 
“if you’re really sorry.” rindou says, tapping the head of his cock to your lips, your tongue darting out automatically. 
“you better show me.”
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slayedx · 2 years
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Needy
summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions
cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter
a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH
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you were a nervous wreck
peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.
it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.
you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.
it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.
“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.
however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.
“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.
“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.
“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.
“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.
tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.
“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.
“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.
“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.
“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.
“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.
and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.
you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.
he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.
what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-
his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.
he was consumed with the thought of you
“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.
“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.
“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.
“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.
“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;
he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.
he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.
he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.
he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.
he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.
“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.
“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.
“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.
he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.
he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.
he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.
he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.
“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.
“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.
“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.
“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.
“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.
your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.
“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.
he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.
“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.
“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.
“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.
though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.
his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.
“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.
at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.
that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.
“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.
the next morning
“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.
“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.
a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night
“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came
“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.
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roturo · 7 months
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KILLIN' ME GOOD -professor!gojo x reader
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warnings: smut, teacher/student relationship, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bondage, dacryphilia, spanking, jealousy, degradation kink, fluff, porssesive behavior, age gap, (reader is +18), semi-public sex, car sex, lingerie, use of vibrator, whimpering, switch!gojo, humiliation kink, sadist behavior, s/d dynamics.
A/N: i wanted to write this one a long time ago! i really liked it, was really fun to write and also really cute! i've been quite busy with work but i'll try my best to continue writing!, i really liked this writing so reblogs are appreciated. :)
professor!gojo who’s been teaching you to be a sorcerer not even for two months, but already knows your favorite color, food, what type of music you like, what you search for in a guy, and why you’re becoming sorcerer. he knows more things but won’t say them out loud.
professor!gojo who won’t team you with any of the boys because he says ‘it’s just a distraction for young people’ but the truth is, he can’t tolerate seeing you with another man, trying to hide all the feelings he has for you.
professor!gojo who gives you the hardest questions in class so he could see your frustrated face trying to give a coherent answer. professor!gojo who loses all his senses everytime you decide to use a skirt because every ten seconds he thinks about you and gets hard.
professor!gojo who starts feeling things he never thought he would feel. professor!gojo who never thought to really fall in love for a girl but just a quick fuck until he met you. professor!gojo who thinks you’re dangerously sweet but what a good thing he likes sweets and danger.
professor!gojo who is impressed by this new feeling you make and is entranced in every little action you do, making you unique. professor!gojo who’s been pumping his cock for 5 minutes in an empty classroom trying to find release after you made him hard with just a smile at him.
professor!gojo who gave you detention because you were a little bit too talkative with yuuji today and he doesn’t want you to become distracted in class, so when you go to detention after class he’s waiting for you.
professor!gojo who lays you down on his desk and starts eating you out while scissoring you, telling you how much he needs you.
‘I’m gonna’ fucking mark my territory with you today. ‘m gonna show you what a real man is.’ His words sound muffled while trying to talk and eat you out at the same time. Not letting himself waste any of your liquids, making sure every time you walk you would feel his tongue inside of you. 
professor!gojo who wouldn’t take it anymore and is rambing inside of you with all his force while you moan his name. 
‘Y-You.. A-ah!~ Little slut.. My little slut.’ His thrusts became harder with every word he said, his balls hitting your ass, a red mark appearing on your right cheek of how much he had slapped you.
professor!gojo who would overstimulate himself just to watch you cum again in his cock.
professor!gojo who would wait for you at the end of the class to give you a peck on the lips and wait for you to leave so he could fuckhimself because with just a small touch with you he gets hard.
professor!gojo who would buy you lunch everyday because why not? he has a lot of money. professor!gojo who would spend his money on you, saying you’re the only one with to spend this much money.
professor!gojo who would buy you personalized lingering because he loves your body in the colors of his eyes.
professor!gojo who would end the class sooner because he couldn’t bear your teasing and needed to have you right now.
professor!gojo who doesn’t let you cum and loves watching you cry for release on his cock.
‘Why don’t you ask Yuuji to make you cum, huh? You were all over him some moments ago like a whore mh? That’s all you are, no? Just a filthy needy whore.’ professor!gojo who would use his blindfold to tie up your arms and use you as a cum hole.
professor!gojo who would buy a vibrator for you to use in his class as a punishment and play with you, making you answer all of his questions while he plays with the velocity of the vibrator.
professor!gojo who would humiliate you in front of the class asking who gave you that hickey knowing damn well he’s the owner of it. everybody giving you teasing stares and asking if you have a boyfriend while he just proudly smirks at himself watching you get all flustered.
professor!gojo who made sure that no other guy would feel like him, touch you like him, fuck you like him… love you like him.
professor!gojo who would take you on dates in the most expensive restaurants in tokyo to treat you for being a good girl.
professor!gojo who would later ruin your makeup and hair while fucking you in the car because of how good you looked tonight. 
professor!gojo who would give you a bracelet with his initials.
professor!gojo who wouldn’t expect you to use it everyday, telling everyone you have a boyfriend, but not saying who.
professor!gojo who would be whimpering your name while you give him a handjob, saying a lot of ‘i love you’s’ and ‘thank you’. feeling brand new and so loved thanks to you.
professor!gojo who only wants to listen to you and follow you.
professor!gojo who says you’re killing him good with how perfect and good you are for him.
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blingblong55 · 5 months
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Choke-Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader x John Price NSFW
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^Such a fucking good song
Based on a request:
OK, weird combo Price!jealous x Ghost!possessive x F!reader. Reader goes on a mission with Her mentor Ghost and her Captain. I just imagine them pulling reader one way to another to end up sandwiched between them for some angry dominant sex. Idk just a thought --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dub-con, angry!sex, dom!Ghost, dom!Price, sub!reader, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, degrading, threesome, anal!sex, jealous!Price, possessive!Ghost, spanking ---
A/N: in Badjhur we trust
It was supposed to be a short missions, simple and quick. No one knew it'd end up being running to the woods' safe house, having to stay longer than expected and make both of your commanding officers jealous or possessive of their little private. Tension grew when you asked Ghost to open a bottle, the lid too hard to twist and your tired state not being able to create much strength. Price wished you asked him instead, a real man, in his words. That whole day, you spent it between laps, getting taught how to clean your riffle properly, teaching you new techniques and then the occasional groping.
At some point, you went from occasional pulls towards one of their laps to having one man pull your waist to his side whilst the other pulled your arms towards him. "Fuckin' leave her to me Price," Ghost said through gritted teeth. "I'm not letting you have her sit on your lap, lieutenant." Price puffed out a cloud of smoke. You looked between them and as Price lifted your chin to look at him, Ghost cupped your face and made you turn to him. "My pretty girl," he lifted his balaclava and as he was about to kiss your forehead, Price pulled you to his side.
"Don't touch her," his arms wrapped around you. Ghost couldn't take it you were his and at base, he had made sure all soldiers knew that. Price kissed you, hands roaming on you and then you felt it, Ghost bitting onto your neck, marking you as his. "Whoever makes 'er come more, fucking wins 'er." Ghost took your jackey off, lifitng the shirt from your body and tossing it aside. "What a beauty," Ghost kisses your shoulders and neck. Price with one single move removes your bra and kisses the collar bone.
Clothes all off, your captain's head between your thighs, teasing your folds all while the lieutenant makes you open your mouth wide as you give him head. You let out a whimper when they abruptly stop and put you on all fours. "Let's see who gives her a better time," Price's hands caress your bare ass before he gives you a good slap. You mewl and he chuckles, "Oh, what a good girl," he continues to slap your ass and without warming, Ghost smacks his cock on your mouth. "Stick your tongue out for me, be a good slut," he commands. You do as told and he smirks. "Spit on it, baby," your spit covering his tip, tongue swirling around and giving him pleasure.
Your mouth slowly stretches thin as his fat cock gets inside it. His thrusts all in rage, wanting to win this bet, make you his slut by the end of it. Price needed you to be his, needed your pretty holes filled and leaking with his cum, leaving you to his mercy only. Thick fingers deep inside your cunt, pumping themselves into that tight pussy of yours. The sweet noises of you gagging and being choked by Ghost's fat cock, making you clench on Price's thick and veiny cock. You cry out. Your g spot getting pleased at every thrust. Ghost knew this, so he pulled out, "Let me take her first, to show you how good her face looks when I take her fully," he tried to reason but in truth he needs you to himself, to be the one fucking himself into you.
"Fine, but I'll be next," His heavy cock gets stroked by his calloused hands as he sits and watches from the chair near the sofa. Ghost rubs his tip rubbing your slit, you let out a soft whimper to which he grbas your chin and makes you look at him. "Good fucking sluts take what I give," he spits out. Your mouth spread open, his fungers fucking your throat, tears and gags all running free, he smirks, his dick hard and slowly being thrusted in you. Your tits bouncing at his hard thrusts, he slaps yopur face when you close your moth around his fingers, "fucking keep it open!" he commands.
Price couldn't take it, so he moves to your mouth, his cock taking the lieutenants fingers place. "We had a fucking deal, Price," Ghost growls, thrust become more rough. You try and plea but both men could not care for you at this time. Price chokes you with his hands, your neck would for sure get some bruising after this. His balls slapping against your face. Your eyes shut as the tears and war paint came offf your face. Ghost hoplding your hips in place, his cock abusing your tight cunt. Price holding your neck, enjoying how you choke and clench around his cock, Ghost encouraging this by groaning. "Fucking. Slut. Taking. It.All." He said with each thrust.
The bulge of Ghost's fat and lenghthy cock on your tummy, he presses it down, which makes you moan. The vibrations only feeding Price to win this contest. Your tits getting slapped, Ghost bends forward and nibbles on them. Price pulls out, lays down and forcefully makes Ghost pull out. Your juices leaking from the lieutenants cock. Price on his back and your back to his chest, legs spread apart as he aligns his cock to your ass. The tight walls stretching for his size, you cry out only to get your mouth filled by Price's fist. Ghost holding your legs up as his cock gets buried in your cunt.
Your body was beyond pleasure, beyond the ecstasy of it, it was like entering a realm of sex and pleasure. Both of your holes getting stuffed and as wanted, filled by their cum. You'd think they stopped there, but they didn't, especially not Ghost. His thick and rough fingers pinch and rub your clit, you squirm and before you could even close your legs, he slaps the sensitive tissue. "Oh...what a delight," he smiles and leans forward, kissing your neck only to get pushed away by Price who kept choking you.
"Mine," Ghost grunts and bites your shoulder, leaving his teeth marked on your skin. "My fucking slut," he bites your neck this time and as his cum leaks into your cunt, he bites harder. You cry out a moan and he aggressively slaps your face. "Take it, bitch!" He slaps you again.
Price pulls out, your ass filled and covered in his cum. Ghost lifts you up, your weak legs wrapped around his hips, his cock still buried deep in you. He pushes you onto him, guides your pussy to his cock with every thrust. His hands under your ass as he moans. Price lighting up a cigar, watches with a smirk. Your nails dig into Ghost's back, you leaned against him, cries of pleasure escape your precious lips. Once he pulls out, he feels your juices and his cum drip form hour abused hole.
His big arms wrap you in a tight embrace as he gives you a sweet and long kiss. Soon, as you sat on his lap, all cuddled and kissed, he turned to Price. "Look who she is with now," he smiles and looks down at you. Pouty, flustered mess in his arms, holding him like he was your source of life. "My cum still leaks from her," Price comments. "Not for long, I'll make sure to replace it with mine," he kisses you again.
--- A/N: Let's thank @gh0stsenpai007 for helping me write parts of this scene &lt;3 ---
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mrrharper · 1 month
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Todd opened his eyes, only to see a gym full of sweaty hunks, instead of the dorm room in which he felt asleep, planning for this to be just a quick nap. He underestimated the chances of waking up in a body of a 6'4 240 lbs brute, with biceps the size of footballs, tree trunks for legs and absolutely jacked upper body.
He didn't have time to panic though, because another sweaty jock came up to him. "'ey bro, am finished with my set for now. You too bro?" Todd would later learn that it was TJ, a tight end from his college's football team. But now he was scrambling to come up with a response.
"Uhm, yes... uhh, yeah, I'm finished, yeah." He half-murmured. TJ didin't wait for a response and sat down next to him on the bench, leaning back and spreading his legs wide apart.
"Bruh, I'm so fuckin' pumped bro, it's unreal dude. That new routine Coach gave us is fuckin' rad bro." TJ then proceeded to flex both his arms, hplding them in a double bicep pose for a moment. Todd just nodded and grunted a quick "Yeah, bro." After a few seconds Tj lowered his arms, but not before sniffing one of his armpits.
"Huhuhuh shit bro, i fuckin' reek dude." He then let out a low laugh, so common in dumb football bros. Todd turned to the jock sitting next to him and the smell of musk and sweat hit him like a train, invading his nostrils. The words "Dude, you need a shower" instintively left his mouth. A moment later he realized what he had just said, and hoped the other jock wouldn't react badly.
"Huhuhuh" TJ just chuckled like an idiot "That's the smell of a real man, Strand."
Strand just... no, Todd just sat there, almost paralyzed by the odor that enveloped him. TJ meanwhile stretched his arms, his armpits exposed, and his muscle tee damp. As waves of musk and sweat reached Todd, his head began to hurt. The feelings of repulsion and disgust suddenly started changing into normalcy and relaxation. StrandTodd's posture changed, he leaned back on the bench, with his legs now slightly away form each other.
"Bruh, that's life, am I right dawg?" TJ drawled and a grin appeared on StrandTodd's face. He chuckled and responded "Yeah, bro, that's life bro." When Todd realized that he had just said that, and worse, that he felt comfortable, here with TJ, both of their bodies reeking of sweat, dread... was the opposite of what Strand felt as he relaxed with his bro after a killer session in the gym. His arms were pumped, his pecs burned with pain that was a testament to his dedication to working out.
TJ looked at his bro and grinned. "Ey, Strand bro, you goin' to that beer fest at Alpha Phi?" His bro slapped TJ in the back and said "Huhuhuh bruh, the fuck you're asking me bro. Duh, I'm going. And am taking ya with me dude." The both laughed like the two dumb jocks they were, then took their duffels and left the gym.
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spideyhexx · 3 months
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mdni; had to write this real quick haha
billy working for your father and you sneak out of your room at night to meet him in a clearing near your ranch. He walks up to you with a smile, "There's my beautiful girl."
"You say that too much," you tell him, he scoffs, a smile still playing on his lips. "Cause 's always true. 'nd I always want my beautiful girl."
You shove at his chest, Billy purposely stumbling back a few steps.
"Can push me away all you want, baby, I'll want you just as much," he chuckles as he says it.
"Does it turn you on, too?" Your eyes flit down below his belt where his hard-on is showing then back to his eyes. Billy smiles more. "Oh, you caught me."
You smirk at him and move up closer until you can feel his body heat, his hands moving to your hips in an instant. But your hand rests right against his bulge, pressing your palm on it ever so slightly. "You're gettin' me riled up, we don't have much time," he mutters, clearing his throat, trying to feign some composure.
"Oh, I know, Billy. I know," and you press your palm firmer against him, rubbing him slowly over his pants, Billy's body involuntarily moving forward, his forehead pressing to yours.
"'M gonna go insane," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue palming him, only feeling him get harder. Billy tries to keep his breathing steady, but he lets out a shaky breath and you chuckle.
"Laughin'? You're laughin' at me?" His tone sounds annoyed, but he's smiling, his nose bumping yours the moment your fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons of his pants, undoing them. You peck his lips as you slip your hand into his pants. He bites his lip, stifling a groan when your hand wraps around his hard and pretty cock, stroking your hand up and then back down along the length of it.
You look down to watch yourself touch him, catching the sight of his tip and the way his hips press closer to your touch. You think to tease him more about how aroused he is this quick but you bite your tongue, focusing on how warm he feels, how thick he feels in your hand. Billy's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. "You can make noise, there's no one here," you tell him, and he nods. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't risk it."
And it makes your heart drop for a moment, but then part of you savors the way his face screws up in pleasure. His teeth bite down on his lip as you quicken your pace, your hand jerking him just the way he likes it, your thumb swirling over his leaking tip and spreading the precum on his dick, which at the very least earns you a little moan from him. With each stroke, he wants to melt more into your touch. You take a second to focus on the head again, pressing your thumb to it, swirling your finger once more, and smiling as he tries to hold back his moans.
He closes his eyes a little tight, he grunts when you reach further down to caress the pads of your fingertips against his balls before returning to his cock.
"You're trouble," he mumbles and you feel the urge to shove him again but you hold back. "Yeah? Is it worth it?" You squeeze him in a gentle touch, stilling your hand. Billy opens his mouth to say something but then you start up your movements again, your grasp on him firm and purposeful as you jerk him, his hips trying to buck again but he stops himself, his words dying in the back of his throat.
So he just nods, sloppily kissing the corner of your lips, "I missed," he whispers. You giggle and kiss him correctly, swallowing a moan as you pump your hand faster. "'M warnin' you, 'm close," he says against your lips.
Billy gives your bottom lip a small kiss, his breath hitching when your thumb rubs his tip again. "Want you to come for me," you whisper to him, grinning at the way he shifts on his feet at your words.
"I will...I want to...fuck," he breathes out, leaning forward like he's gonna kiss you, but he lets out a moan instead, tipping his head back.
"I know, baby," you coo at him, leaning your head to his shoulder and looking down at your hand and his cock, the slight wet sound of your actions, your heavy breathing, and his muffled moans are the only things that can be heard right now. His cock twitches in your hand, "c'mon, come for me. Please?"
And you tilt your head up to look at him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes are big and your bottom lip jutting out just a little does it for him. Billy lets out a low grunt as he spills into your hand, no doubt making a mess of his pants as his come spurts out of him.
"Fuckin'...trouble," he mutters and shakes his head as he looks down at the mess, then at you as you remove your hand, licking his release off of your fingers with your eyes glued to his.
"Think your father would mind if I keep you out just a little longer?" He's joking, your father not even knowing you're there right now, but you shrug, quirking your lips into a smile as you start to walk away.
Billy doesn't let you get far, running over and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, spinning you around. "No fuckin' way you're leavin' like that, get your damn pants off."
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darby-rowe · 3 months
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18+ | nsfw | mdni young!sub!coriolanus snow x fem!dom!reader cw sub coryo, reader in lingerie, slight degradation & humiliation, mommy kink, premature ejaculation, not proofread based on this ask. -- hope you like it, anon!
“And here’s the third set I bought,” you say as you re-enter the bedroom, wearing a baby-pink lingerie set adorned with tiny bows and ribbons. You stand in front of Coriolanus, showing off your body in ways that you know will make him tick. You witness in real time his control slipping away, as prior to your little fashion show, you had ordered Coryo to not touch you nor himself under any circumstance. You have to suppress a smirk as you watch him grip the bed sheets, his mind switching between spreading his legs or crossing his legs, as either position brought him great discomfort.
You twirl for him, revealing how the lingerie set hugged the contours of your body so perfectly. “What do you think, honey?” you ask, your voice dripping with innocence as if you have no idea of the effect your body had on Coriolanus.
But you know. You know damn well.
Coriolanus swallows hard. “You look wonderful,” he chokes out, fidgeting on the bed. “That’s a very pretty color on you, my dear. You have quite the eye for… l-lingerie,”
You beam at him. “Why thank you! I definitely think my boobs look the best in this set, don’t you think?” You cup your breasts and lean forward so Coriolanus could fully view their shape. You know exactly what you’re doing.
You can tell that Coriolanus is close to losing his composure, letting your eyes flick down to his crotch to marvel at the outline of his painfully hard erection. You hum with delight as you knead at your breasts to prolong Coriolanus’s agony. “Don’t my boobs just look sooo good, baby? You wanna touch ‘em real quick?”
Coriolanus’s legs twitch as a shaky hand slowly advances towards your breasts, which you obviously swat away with a giggle. “You really thought I was gonna let you touch my tits?” you tut. “No baby. Not right now,”
Coriolanus begins to pant, his mind going dumb with desperation. “Please,” he whines. “Please let me touch you,”
You stand back up, folding your hands behind your back so your chest pops out fully. “Please what, baby? Please what?”
He swallows hard once more, his breath shaky. “Please… mommy, p-please let me touch you. I need to touch you, mommy,”
Aw, what a pathetic, needy little boy Coriolanus is. The way his body trembles – so jittery – at the thought of touching you; running his hands all over your body, cupping your breasts and ass, running his tongue down your pelvis to your soaking wet folds, and then finally pumping his cock so deep inside your cunt that your cervix is sore for days. And you are denying him of that fantasy just because you find it fun.
“I have one more set to show you, baby – just be patient,” you coo as you leave the bedroom to change your lingerie. You then re-enter wearing a maroon-colored set, complete with a thong, stockings, and a bra that barely covers your breasts.
Coriolanus looks like he’s about to lose his fucking mind. You were so sexy, so fuckable, and all he wanted to do was bury his aching hard dick deep inside your tight cunt. You make sure to go extra slow this time with showing off the lingerie, hearing how Coriolanus’s panting turns to frustrated grunts and whimpers. You mold your hands against the contours of your body, running them up your sides and over your breasts.
“How’s this one, bunny?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
“Mmmng, fuck, mommy I can’t take it,” Coriolanus whimpers, his legs fidgeting as he tries to deal with the throbbing in between his legs. “Wanna– wanna fuck you so hard, and come all over your lingerie,”
You blow air out of your mouth in a half-chuckle. “You must be losing your mind if you think for one second that I’m letting you blow your load all over this set. This wasn’t cheap,”
“Sorry,” he stutters, his hips making small circles. “Mommy, it hurts. My cock hurts. So hard,”
You place your hands on the bed as you lean in close towards his face, staring him deep in his pretty blue eyes. “You have no idea how hot it is that you get so hard just from staring at me,” you purr, and you swear you could feel the heat of his arousal emitting from between his legs. “God, you’re so fucking pretty. Mommy’s pretty little bunny, just squirming and whining because his dick is so hard. I bet you’d love it if you could bury your cock deep inside my warm, wet, tight cunt,”
Coriolanus just whines. “Mommy, please…”
“Please what?”
“Please let me fuck you,” his voice comes out in tiny whimpers. You swear he’s on the verge of tears, his panting growing quicker. “I wanna fuck your pussy. Feel you squeezing on my cock. Please, please, I wanna fuck you, mommy. I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you…!”
It’s almost as if you don’t have to put in any effort in this relationship at all as you watch Coriolanus buck his hips and mewl pathetically as a wet spot appears on his pants, and the sight of him giving into his dirty thoughts is so fucking hot.
“Aww, baby,” you coo, tucking one of his stray curls behind his ear. You place a soft kiss on his forehead. “You’ll get to fuck me next time, I promise,”
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Starting your period in the middle of having sex with Oscar.
Your already having sex when he pulls out and notices blood on the tip of his dick but decide not to say anything cause he knows you’ll be embarrassed and after a while you see the blood on his legs and start to freak out and start crying form embarrassment. But then he says he doesn’t care and that you could continue if you still wanted in the shower for less mess
this is a bit short but it was kind of what a wanted, quick drabbles or else i would never finish them. hope you like it babes <3
“Please, baby, let me have it, been so long” he begged against your neck, kissing the skin softly.
“It was just a week, Oscar, and you called me to get off twice. What has gotten into you?”
For some reason you hadn’t been really in the mood that night but Oscar was basically grinding on your leg, he was so desperately in need of pussy so you decided to give in.
he was laying on top of you, forearms Holding his torso up so he didn’t crush you. Your hands slid down between your bodies to reach for the zipper of his shorts and pull them down. As soon as you touched him through his underwear he started humping again, you could feel him growing, warm against your palm. He took one of his hands inside your shirt, pushing your bra out of the way and cupping your boob tightly. As much as he loved having your hand stroking him he knew he needed to work on your pleasure if he wanted to be inside you. So he knelt up and pulled his shirt over his head, doing the same to yours before sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, signaling for you to take a sit on him.
Your skirt had already bunched up around your waist, making his growing bulge poke at your middle, only thin layers of fabric stopping the real contact. Oscar was guiding your hips back and forth as his mouth worked intensively on your chest. You just knew he would leave a hickey right on your nipple when he let go, the other being teased by his agile fingers, pinching, pulling and turning, making the wet patch in your panties grow. The hand guiding your hips left to make its way into your underwear, going directly to your slit before you stopped him.
“No, just fuck me, isn’t that what you want?” he nodded, he couldn’t deny, all he wanted was to feel your warm walls hug him, he could make up to you after he had his turn.
Oscar kicked his shorts completely off and unclamped your bra before turning and laying you against the ridiculous amount of pillows on your hotel bed. He pulled your pink panties down your legs before kissing you again, his two middle fingers meeting your slit to open your lips and spread your wetness as he sat on his ankles, his hand pumping his cock slowly.
There was a slight tint of red to the wetness that coated his fingers but he didn’t mind, even if it was actually period blood or if he accidentally hurt you you hadn’t complained – he carried on, just wanted to be swallowed by your cunt.
“Ready?” he whispered, earning a quick nod from you.
In seconds he was bottoming out inside you, his cock just the perfect size to fill you up to the brim. His lips were on your neck again, kissing and sucking as his hands held him up, chest to chest with you. Your hands were thrown around his neck, caressing and slightly pulling on the grown out hair, and your legs were around his hips almost as instinct, pulling him closer and closer. As he picked up the pace of his thrusts he pulled away from you to watch your cunt swallow him.
That’s when he saw it, it was definitely your period, it had gotten messy really quickly. It was already all over his cock, spreading around you lips and his groin, some already on the short blond hair around his shaft. He was quick to think that you probably wouldn’t like that it was happening so he folded his body back on top of yours, hopping you wouldn’t notice. Oscar kept his thrusts shallow but it was inevitable, in a matter of minutes his legs were covered in blood, the iron-y smell starting to fill the room. But what made you look down was how incredibly slippery everything was, you could barely feel any friction and as soon as your eyes met his cock you understood.
“Oh my god, Oscar get off, oh no, shit.” you pushed your reluctant boyfriend off of you before quite literally running to lock yourself in the bathroom.
It all happened so fast Oscar couldn’t even stop you.
“Baby, are you alright?” he asked at the door
“No, oscar, is not alright, i can’t believe this happened, i’m so sorry. I’m just so fucking embarrassed right now”
He could hear your voice shaking, tears were probably running down your face as you spoke.
“Love, this is nothing to be embarrassed of. It’s normal. Just please, let me in, let me take care of you, yeah?” He heard the door unlock but you didn’t open it, so he carefully pushed it, revealing the sight of you, completely vulnerable and naked, standing right in front of him. Your skirt was thrown on the floor, marked with blood, just like your thighs, they were an absolute sticky mess but so were oscar’s. He hugged you close to his chest, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed, okay? I don’t mind it. I had already seen it, sorry i didn’t tell you, didn’t know you’d be so uncomfortable about it.”
“Are you sure?” he nodded. “Fuck, i’m still embarrassed” you buried your face back into his chest. “I’m so sorry”
“Baby, for fucks sake, stop apologizing, it’s fine, just, please, let me take care of you.” you nodded softly against him. “Let’s go to the shower so i can finish you off, yeah?”
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