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intoxicated-chan · 2 months

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i just read a corruption kink daryl and im feral- PLEASE WRITE

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧❜, 𝐃𝐨𝐧❜𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐞, 𝐈𝐭❜𝐬 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞

Summary ➳ The second Daryl learned that you were a virgin, all shame flew out the window. Not like he had any to begin with.

(A/n) ➳ Inspired by “Worship Me” by Ari Abdul. I’m feeling more confident in writing smut. Am I an expert? Hell no! But I like it! I hope you guys like it too! This is also a mix of two requests!

Word Count ➳ 860

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader, perverted Daryl, sexual content, loss of virginity, swearing, pet names (darlin’), titty sucking, oral (F), p-in-v, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP DAMMIT), creampie…

“Ya serious?” Daryl grabbed the sides of your face and forced you to look at him. “C’mon, ya ne’er used ya fingers?”

Daryl hummed. “Why the hell not?”

You shrugged. “Everyone said it would be painful.”

“Ya did nothin’? Anythin’?”

“...Nothin’.” You whispered.

Daryl grinned. “Say it again.”

“Nothin’.”

“Louder.”

“Nothin’!”

Daryl’s hand traveled down your chest, pulling at the buttons of your pants. “Looks like ya can listen.”

Your hands covered your flushed face, your hot breath made everything feel like everything was one fire.

Your back arched off the bed, but Daryl remained on your chest, sucking and biting at one of your nipples while he twisted and pulled at the other.

You whimpered in your hands, a barely audible sound. Your shirt was pushed over your breasts and he laid in between your legs.

You felt his hard on grinding against your soaked cunt. You had tried begging… Hours ago.

But Daryl was so focused on your breasts, they were becoming painfully sore. He refused everytime you tanked at his hair, laughing at your misery that he took pleasure in.

He finally lifted his head, snatching your hands. “Lookin’ pretty.” He mumbled.

He sat up, kicking off his pants and underwear, revealing his cock.

He started to jerk himself off, his other hand sliding down your stomach and slowly rubbed your clothed clit with your thumb.

You let out gasp, looking down to see his hand in between your legs. “F-Fuck.”

“Feel that?” He asked you. “Feelin’ good?”

You attempted to sit up, reaching for his hand which made him stop. “I… I wanna make you feel good.”

He clicked his tongue. “Not tonight darlin’. Not tonight.”

“Please Daryl-” He leaned over and kissed you, shutting you up.

“Ya talk too much.” His hand slid under your underwear. “Jus’ relax, let me do the work.” Daryl pushed you back on the bed. “Jus’ relax.” He repeated.

Your eyes stared at the ceiling, hearing Daryl rip off your underwear, feeling the coldness hit your cunt. His fingers lightly trace the outside of your lips.

Suddenly, you feel him dragging his tongue up the length of your slit, he needed to hold back, no matter how much he wanted to break you.

Fuck, you were delicious and he takes it, he takes all of it. He shoved passed your slit and into the cavern of your cunt, lapping up everything.

He could feel your thighs trembling, your hands coming to his hair as something to pull on as the most pornographic moans left your lips.

It was music to his ears.

He wasn’t going to lie. He has been waiting for this moment for a while now. He watched as some of your clothing would ride up and reveal your skin.

How he would take glances at your cleavage or your ass. And those days where you would wear nothing but your underwear under your skirt and you walked up the stairs, he was always behind, his eyes on your panties.

Daryl withdrew his tongue, wiping his mouth and licking off your remaining essence.

He lined himself up. “Deep breaths baby.” He told you before pushing himself.

He gritted his teeth, fuck, he never imagined for you to be so tight. You were sucking him deeper.

You moaned rather loudly and Daryl felt you clench around him, letting you know you had cum.

You moaned into his ear, your nails digging into his back.

Daryl couldn’t hold back anymore, he was pounding into you, roughly.

He panted, he couldn’t get enough. The way your walls clamp up around him. He heard your moans, how they became higher, weakly hitting your fists on his back.

He couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he wanted more and more, he wanted you to feel it with him.

You have your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer to your body,

Yet he was still careful when kissing you, it was soft unlike the sex.

And the room reeked of it, it was hot, filled with the sound of skin slapping and your moans.

Daryl blocked out everything else other than you. His eyes shut, his head resting on the pillow.

He flinched when he felt you planting kisses on his neck, managing to whisper sweet words that weren’t cut off by provocative moans.

With another slam of his hips, everything came crashing down, your next sentence cut off by a scream.

Daryl let out a loud grunt as he released inside of you. You felt him fill you to the brim.

When Daryl pushed himself up and slowly pulled out of you, hearing a wince. He saw some of it oozing out.

He chuckled. “Fuck.” He grabbed the back of your knees to spread him, watching closely.

“Daryl!” You shouted, covering yourself. “Don’t!”

“C’mon, ain’t no reason to be embarrassed.” He commented, letting go of your legs. He got off the bed, helping you sit up. “Any pain?”

“You brutalized my chest.” You hissed, carefully putting on your shirt.

“Couldn’t help maself.” Daryl planted a kiss on your shoulder. “Besides, always been wantin’ to hear ya scream.”

“You’re shameless Dixon.”

“For ya? Always.”

Taglist ➳ @celtic-crossbow , @mrdixon , @itwasntaphasema , @duffmckagansbandana , @raspberryslxt , @gamingfeline , @lor-geeked , @thegeorgiahuntsman , @snailss , @the-lonely-abyss , @number1bashbabe , @xmaeyonaise , @suniloli , @ladylincoln , @of-storms-and-sadness , @annhells ,

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pictureinme · 7 months

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hey, it's the anon from the ask for @mypoisonedvine, that I asked for breeding/mom!kitten, I saw the answer yesterday but I was so shocked that BOTH of you answered me that I just took sometime to process, anyways....(I'm a little bit shy now) if you want and could write, it would be amazing, love your writing, thanks for taking your time to write things for us ♥️

i'm so happy you sent this at ALL, n the fact that i got 2 do it... i am honored. MWAH MWAH MWAHH I HOPE YOU LIKE IT im def doin more w momma kitten ...

little one

patricia ‘kitten’ braden x f!reader word count: ~1.3k tags: fluffy smut, breeding kink, nipple play, established relationship (they're each others wives <3), pregnancy, baby shopping

(ao3)

Kitten rubs at your thighs, kneading ever so slightly, while your hands are running through her soft curls. The two of you had been like this for an hour now, just feeling each other’s bodies in the dark. Times like these were your favorite, there was no pressure to perform.

Her hand moves up your thigh, delving ever so slightly underneath your silk slip– well, it was hers, but how could you resist such opulence?

You smile to yourself as she massages around your mound, taking her time with you like always, “Did you need something, Kitten, dear?”

She hums coyly as she’s wont to do, “Perhaps…”

With that barely escaping her mouth, her fingers dip to delve between your folds, collecting the wetness from her constant petting. You breathe out a gentle moan as she explores those oh-so-familiar parts– it was really air escaping from your lungs with a sigh more than anything. Kitten was an expert at teasing, but there was none of that tonight, she wanted you to feel every sensation as it was meant to be felt.

Her other fingers, unbeknownst to you, lift up her own slip, revealing her already reddened cock to the cool air of your bedroom. She hums as she continues to touch you, but her other hand wraps around her length, slowly moving it to prod at your entrance.

You gasp at the suddenness, “Oh, that’s what you wanted? Could’ve used your pretty voice– ah!”

It seemed Kitten was of the impatient variety tonight as she suddenly pushed inside of you, unworried about the lack of ‘proper’ lubrication– she just needed to feel your warmth.

“Darling, you are so perfect,” she moves closer to you, her thighs touching your own as she moves all the way inside. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, my God…”

Kitten’s eagerness did not go unnoticed with the way her deep thrusts already reached your cervix, that delicious feeling threatening to overtake you already. Her moans were quiet at first but grew in volume and urgency as she heard your own.

She moves her hands to rub at your breasts through the silk, the feeling equally intoxicating to the both of you. Your nipples had been hard throughout her ministrations, so it was very welcome when she pinched them gently. Kitten's thrusts were deep, but slow as she felt each and every sensation your body would give her.

"God, you're perfect," she lets out a breathy laugh, "Can't wait to fill you up, hm?"

You mewl at her words, an aspect of your sex life barely explored coming to light, "Please, please…"

"Want to put a little one in you," she pets at your breasts harder, "These would get so sensitive and full, wouldn't you be a perfect little mammy?"

Kitten's flirty words were betrayed by her ragged breath, she was the one who needed to breed you– it was the most perfect idea in her eyes. Carrying her child, growing full with the love you two shared… a constant reminder, wouldn't it be? How could she ever resist that?

You grind back on her, meeting the thrusts with an eagerness that glinted in your eyes, "Please, darling, want you to come inside– want you to get me pregnant, fuck!"

She grins widely, pinching your nipple and reaching her other hand to rub circles around your puffy clit, "You're gonna love it so much, gonna take such good care of you, aren't I? Christ, you're gonna look even more heavenly with a full belly..."

Her continuing praises turn to fuzz in your brain as you feel that knot unfurling. Your orgasm overtakes you like a tsunami, the warmth enveloping your entire body– tingling all the while. The level of bliss as Kitten continued to chase her own release was immeasurable.

You pull your slip down fully so she can properly knead your chest– you knew she needed to see them when she filled you to the brim.

"Perfect little tits, my love," she chokes out, "Gonna suck them while I give you all the babies I want, oh!"

That's exactly what she does: her moans are muffled as she sucks incessantly at your nipples, the thrusts becoming shallower but faster. You whimper into the overstimulation, back arching off of the duvet. Kitten’s nails scratch down your sides, you could feel her everywhere.

At the height of pain and pleasure, you feel that telling stutter as she fills you– just as she promised.

Kitten’s gasps continue as she stills deep inside of you, not letting one drop leave you, “Can’t blame a girl for being thorough, can you?”

You giggle tiredly, head thumping back against the inordinate amount of pillows she always buys, “Kiss me, lover.”

Standing at the kitchen counter, you watch as the water takes its sweet time boiling. What is that phrase about watched pots? Whatever.

Distracting you from your obviously very important duties, familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, and Kitten whispers into your neck, “What a lovely little wife you are, hm?”

“I didn’t hear you come home, love,” you crane your neck for her to nuzzle, “I… actually have a bit of a surprise for you.”

She nips at your jawline, smiling into it, “Is that so? Is it a nice or naughty surprise?”

You bite your lip as you move her hands to rest upon your stomach, “This kind of surprise.”

Kitten inhales quickly, you can feel her hands shaking slightly, “Oh, my… do you really… are you?”

“I’m pregnant, Kitten, dear.”

Hesitating only for a millisecond, she hugs you from behind– and you flip around to properly hug her. Tears are welling in either of your eyes, genuine smiles on your lips. You giggle from the thrill of it all– you’re really carrying Kitten’s child.

“I can’t believe it,” she squeezes your arms, making sure she isn’t in a reverie. “We’re gonna be mothers… oh my goodness, darling.”

You nod, tears of happiness spilling, ��I took three tests to be sure. You’re gonna be such a lovely mum, Kitten, I just know it.”

She grins widely, tears glistening on her cheeks as well, “We are, (Y/N), we’re going to be lovely mums.”

The two of you bask in each other’s presence, simply hugging and kissing until the water in the pot begins to boil.

“Now, I know we don’t know the sex just yet,” Kitten walks with you in tow down the town center, “However, we simply must begin decorating, right?”

You chuckle, shaking your head slightly, but not in disagreement, “Darling, I’m only a month along now, can’t it wait?”

She huffs dramatically, putting a hand to her forehead, “My Lord, (Y/N)! By the time you’re wanting to decorate, you’ll be too laden with our child! It’s really for the best if we do this now, trust me.”

“As you wish, my love.”

Kitten enters many a store with you, deciding that yellow would be the most appropriate color for your little bundle of joy– the two of you were never the biggest proponents of assigned gender roles. Plus, it helped that Kitten simply adored all shades of it.

She popped onesies, toys, blankets, all sorts of things into the basket– you couldn’t deny how intoxicating it was to see her so enthused. She never refrained from checking in with you on whether you liked her choice, but you always did (ignoring the gauche pram she desperately wanted you to haul around town).

By the end of the day, she was hauling bags upon bags of simply baby supplies– not forgetting the maternity clothing you needed in the coming months, but Kitten insisted she would style you in much better things than those stores had.

All you needed to worry about was pushing the pram she bought home, a delicate-looking but strong place to show off your babe to all the jealous women of the town– that’s how Kitten described it, at least.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me, darling.”

She looks at you from over her sunglasses, winking sweetly, “Anything for my pretty little wife. Gotta keep her happy for the baby, hm?”

#patricia braden x reader #kitten braden x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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This insecure Dream Human AU ( from here: https://gabessquishytum.tumblr.com/post/733275896145969152/im-always-going-to-be-a-sucker-for-insecure ) is going wild in my mind!!

I'm seeing this whole saga of Hob slowly, slowly teaching Dream how much he appreciates his body, maybe over weeks or months. Hob is a patient man and it's more important than anything that Dream feel comfortable and safe and loved. So he takes it one bit at a time — one body part, one precious swathe of skin. They keep the lights dim because even though Hob wants to see every detail of Dream in crisp 4k, he's committed to not scaring Dream. So he gets some low amber nightlights and focuses on feeling his way over his lover's body inch by inch.

He starts, maybe, with one hand playing in Dream's hair, while Hob laves his little earlobe and then kisses slowly down to his collarbone. He's careful and keenly alert to any shift in Dream's body, any tension or tremor or resistance. Hob he presses wet kisses to the crook of Dream's neck, feels his pulse patter wildly beneath the skin. And then as he approaches the thick neckline of Dream's oversized sweater, he can feel the slight shake in Dream's hands, which are clutching Hob's shirt.

"Alright?" Hob pauses to ask, and Dream nods, still obviously nervous, and Hob raises his eyebrows. "We can stop."

Dream takes a moment. He shuts his eyes. Then he shakes his head. "Please don't."

Hob is nearly overcome with gratitude. How did he ever earn the trust of this beautiful creature? He is tender and careful, letting Dream keep his sweater on and only dipping his nose and his mouth inside the neck to nuzzle and suck at Dream's beautiful collarbones.

He can tell from the hitch in Dream's breath that he likes it, and Dream's pleasure sends the blood rushing to Hob's cock. He nips — carefully, Dream is so delicate — at the thin, sensitive skin covering the birdlike bones and lets his hips rut into Dream's. Maybe they both come in their pants like teenagers, but it's ok because they're taking this slowly.

Eventually, one day, Dream comes into the bedroom without his sweater, and lets Hob move his ministrations downward. Slowly, slowly he explores the edges of Dream's tight little tanktop and more carefully than ever begins to slide it up to expose more of the treasured body. Weeks go by in which Hob learns every plane and crease and freckle of Dream's nipples, laving them mercilessly as Dream writhes and begs him not to stop.

After a month or more, Hob is kissing every rib, running his tongue over them. Dream even, eventually lets Hob kiss his belly button — the first time, he shouts at the strange sensation, but he lets himself relax under Hob's expert hands and lips and tongue, trusting his lover's care and his own pleasure.

It has gotten very hard not to believe that Hob actually loves his body.

Hob moves over the planes of Dream's stomach and down toward the jut of each hip, peaking over the edges of his tight jeans. One then the other.

It is several more weeks before Dream's own shaking hands move to lower his zipper and he lets Hob nose beneath the snug denim waistband. Hob almost comes on the spot and he has to swallow back tears as he realizes the level of trust Dream is giving him and how far they've come.

It's taken months to get from neck to waist, but it takes only a few sessions of Hob laving the crease of Dream's hip, inches from his painfully hard cock, before Dream is begging…

"Can you… through the fabric? Do you think…" Dream sniffs, ashamed that he's STILL struggling with this. He wants it SO badly, and Hob has been so patient and good to him, and it's been ages — he's SO close, but—

"Sweetheart." Hob reaches up to wipe the tears from Dream's cheeks and stop the spiraling in its tracks. He's so proud of his lover's progress and so unbelievably gratified to have been allowed so much of him. "Of course," he murmurs. He's gotten this far, and he'll keep going, century upon century if that's what it takes. A little underwear fabric isn't going to stop him.

He groans as he mouths at Dream's precious cock through his thin, silky boxers. Dream is writhing and clutching Hob's hair. The fabric is no match for Hob's clever tongue, and — neither of them think it's actually going to happen — but Dream comes with a shocked sob and a clenched hand in Hob's hair, and Hob savors ever drip of spend that soaks through to his tongue. He holds Dream tenderly after that and soothes him and tells him how good he's been and how proud he is.

Dream's jeans go next — he was always particularly self conscious of his skinny legs, but Hob shows them the same love and attention he's shown every inch of Dream's skin. And now, every day after he kisses the slender thighs and the hollows behind Dream's knees and his graceful ankles, he's allowed to kiss his way back up to where Dream's cock hides shyly but eagerly behind his boxers and soak the fabric with spit and bring Dream off with his strong, clever tongue. He's even allowed to explore the (still shielded) skin of Dream's balls and — in tiny increments of millimeters — the area behind.

It takes weeks more of this before one day Dream slowly hooks his shaking fingers into the waistband of his silky boxers and — smiling coyly but with teary eyes fixed on Hob's — he slides them down, and then he's naked under Hob's gaze.

They are still using the amber nightlights, but in this moment, Hob doesn't care. Dream's skin glows ethereal and perfect as he finally lets Hob take care of him thoroughly.

It's another several months before they can tun up the lights. They experiment in starlight and moonlight and with the low lamp on the nightstand. But eventually, on a warm summer day, they make love in a distant green field with the sun blazing down on both their naked bodies.

And afterward, Hob holds Dream close and murmurs poetry into his ear, and this time Dream believes every word.

This is so soft and sweet. I'm actually melting, I love these two so so much.

Imagine Hob curling around Dream, spooning him so tightly. Dream just fits perfectly in his arms. Maybe he starts whispering right up against Dream’s ear. First of all he tells Dream how beautiful his "imperfections" are. How much he loves those beautiful long legs, because they do a magnificent job of carrying Dream around each day. And also because they're so pretty. Hob loves the jut of Dream’s ankle bone, the sinews and tendons that show through the skin, the perpetually bruised knees. He loves every bit of his Dream, and he talks about it all in detail.

And maybe he goes on to share one or two of his own insecurities. How he's sometimes felt like he doesn't match up to what a man should look like. Sometimes he hasn't loved his body as he ought to. Dream is surprised to hear his gorgeous, confident Hob say those things, but in a way it soothes him. He feels less like he's being weird or needy. And now he knows that he should pay special attention to certain parts of Hob to make sure that he feels extra loved.

They definitely have lots and lots of gentle sex. And also silly laughing sex. And messy raunchy sex. Sometimes Dream keeps his t-shirt, or his socks, or his underwear on. Hob never minds. As long as Dream knows that he's cherished and adored, Hob is content. He just wishes he had an eternity to love on every single inch of his Dream <3

#cowardly--throwaway #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw body image

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 1 year

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this may be a more perv!reader than perv!Eddie, but the thought has been ruminating in my head (just swirling around like a washing machine). They have a sleepover, maybe after getting high or maybe "no you csnt go its too late you're too tired here wear my boxers and shirts :)))". Reader waits until he's asleep to start self pleasuring, but Eddie is 1000% woken up and feigning sleep as soon as he knows whats happening.

Its been stuck in my head and im like hmph. It also works the other way round with the reader feigning sleep and I csnt tell which is better.

OMG I LOVE THIS!! and as always, reader & eddie are 18+ and minors do not interact!

i love the idea of perv!reader as well! like imagining that it’s the other way around—that you’re the one obsessed with him—is such a cool take! he’s attracted to you as well, but not in the sense that you are; you’ve had a big crush on him for years, fantasize about him often (by yourself and with others), and you’re on cloud nine when he asks you to stay over after an evening of smoking. he gives you a pair of his boxers and one of his shirts to wear, and the shirt still smells vaguely like him, despite being washed. traces of cigarette smoke, his aftershave, and weed still linger in the fabric, and you pull it to your face to inhale deeply when you think he’s sleeping.

you begin to fantasize about him again. being so close to him in that bed, feeling his body heat radiating as he snores lightly next to you, and when you look over at him, you can feel your pussy aching in response. his dark hair is spread over his pillow, with some of it in his face, his shirtless chest rising & falling with sleep, his full lips slightly parted. your mind runs wild, picturing your lips all over his bare chest and flicking your tongue over his pierced nipples, imagining how his moans would sound as you did it, feeling his cock growing hard against your cunt as you ground yourself against him, your hands tangled in his hair as your pussy got wetter from the skin to skin contact. you dip your fingers into the boxers you’re wearing, running them through your soaking pussy as your imagination turns over scenario after scenario. you close your eyes to see everything more vividly, which is why you don’t see eddie opening his.

you were a little loud, which is what woke him. but when he realizes what you’re doing, he can’t bring himself to stop you, or call attention to the fact that he discovered you. so, he keeps pretending to be asleep, despite the fact that his own boxers are starting to tent a little by listening to you. he hears you moaning his name, and when he opens one eye to see what you’re doing, he finds you grinding against one of the extra pillows he gave you. when you start to finger yourself, you’re so wet that the sound of it is hard to ignore. he listens to the sounds you’re making, to the hitching of your breath as your orgasm approaches, and he can’t help but wonder what you’re thinking about. he thinks of every scenario he’s ever thought of you in, and his dick is throbbing hard at the fantasies he’s starting to have. he imagines kneeling at the edge of his bed, devouring your cunt as you soak his entire face. he sees himself balls deep inside of you, railing you until you’re clawing at him and screaming his name, blood drawn as your nails rake down his skin. he can practically feel your lips wrapping around his cock, sucking his soul right out with your eagerness & abilities that he knew you possessed. he can feel how tight & wet you would feel around his calloused fingers, your breathing heavy & back arching as his expert fingers pumped in & out of you. and it’s this that makes him turn onto his side, pretend to snore lightly, reach into his boxers, and begin jerking off inside of them.

you cum once, but you don’t stop. in fact, you don’t catch on that eddie is awake until you almost cum a second time, because by then, he’s moving his hand so damn fast that it’s causing the bed to slightly shake. smirking, you stop, wondering how much of everything he heard. judging by how hard he was going at it, you knew that he had to hear most of it, at least. you move closer to him, pressing kisses to his back as he tenses. you shush him, brushing some hair from his neck so that you can kiss it. he stops touching himself, groaning as you suck a hickey onto his neck. he turns around then, so that he can finally kiss you. the two of you make out for a little bit, hands in each other’s pants as his free one goes inside the shirt you’re wearing. you confess to him that you’ve thought of this for so long, and after exchanging some of your fantasies, you make them come true that night. you suck him off, he eats you out, and then he fucks your brains out on his dresser, among other things.

and let’s just say, he becomes an even bigger perv after that night—but only for you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader

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hwanchaesong · 2 years

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Holly molly i dont know what im going to do in your Ask button but just wanna say hi and

gYm sEx 🌚

the "now answer my ask" was scary so here i am, writing the thoughts that came to mind with this idea 👁️👄👁️ @gwenchwana It's PAYBACK TIME UNNIE

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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For real tho, Choi San with those insane body proportions. Slim waist, broad shoulders, lean yet his muscles are basically bulging out of his tight clothes.

Okay, so listen,-

San invited you out to go to the gym because he said that "wE nEeD tO pERspIrE aNd lOsE WeIghT!!!"

But when you got there, there's almost no people around, (he really picked a great time when he knew that the other gym users would be busy)

His eyes looked around the area before smirking darkly. An another idea of working out in his head.

What is that?

Of course, y'all have to fuck.

Hard and fast.

You know those yoga mats? Yeah, he'll use that as an excuse first, "Let's do some stretching!"

He is so enthusiastic, his eyes are bright and his smile is innocent, you would've never second guess what he was really planning.

So you get on with it, what you didn't expect was him manhandling you so you'd be under him, his leg going in between your thighs.

"I should've invited you here sooner."

Kissing you fully in the lips, forcing his tongue in your mouth before it slides down to your neck, harshly sucking on your sweet spot.

When you tried to push him away, scared that someone might see you two doing the freaky, man got annoyed, mercilessly tying your wrist in a 65kg dumbbell that was conveniently lying nearby using his towel.

"I'll do you whenever I want, you don't get a say in this. So shut up and be a good girl because surely, you'll also enjoy this."

And so he did ravished you on that cold mat. Ripping your clothes off, and boy is he so good in nipple play.

His tongue circling over your hardened nubs before playfully flicking it around, his sucks range from soft to rough. Might we add his hand that sneakily went down to your heat, spreading your legs wider and dipping a finger and teasing you endlessly.

He played with your wet pussy like that, not touching your clit nor entering a finger in you. Just lightly moving up and down your clit, and when he heard you beg for more, who is he to deny his princess?

Plunging two fingers in you, curling them abruptly, "Hear that? You're so wet for me baby."

He continues his ministrations, pumping his fingers in and out of you before wiggling them around like a tentacle, effectively exploring your insides.

Your body twitched, signalling that you're about to cum but he pulled his fingers out of you.

No time for complaints when he replaced it with his large cock, stretching your walls so well, bottoming out inside you until his tip hit your uterus.

"So tight for me."

He praised you, proceeding to pound into you like an animal. His expert dancer hips never failed to adjust at the exact right position that would surely graze your g-spot.

He always had his ways to make your back arch, sweet moans spilling out of your lips when you felt your high coming.

All actions stopped when you heard voices outside the door, getting closer every second.

In the blink of an eye, from the mat, you were suddenly transferred inside the bathroom.

You think you'll be able to breathe, but damn the neediness you felt due to the fact that your orgasm was denied for the second time that night was frustrating.

Your lovely, observant boyfriend noticed that of course. Not to mention, he really is not done with you tonight as well.

His hot breath tickled your cunt, him giving kitten licks in your drenched hole,

"Now, you have to be quiet princess, unless you want to give 'em a show."

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kidsinsaturn · 2 years

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dry humping w itachi😮‍💨

dry humping with itachi

[🗼] hii guys ive been doing very good now !! my head is a lot better now so I'll be posting the requests from two weeks ago ayyy im so sorry tho

characters: itachi uchiha

genre: nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; dry humping duh; dirty talk ??;

-itachi is definitely an expert in this subject!!

-of course he enjoys destroying you little tight hole once in a while, but he is so touch starved !! he sometimes just wants to be with you, be inside you but without penetrating you, you know ??

-I picture itachi being the type of boyfriend that cherishes those affective moments, especially if they are coming from you

-since he doesn't really know how to show physical affection–his weird way of speaking being his only weapon–, itachi loves this kind of moments where he can hold you without the sexual intention behind it

-OKAY stop the fluff we are here for the nasty smelly headcanons with this handsome fuckboy

-dry humping with itachi occurs very spontaneously because it's something that happens without the both of you thinking about it, as if it were a "casual" encounter

-little do you know that in itachi's mind, a lot of things are already planned and new ones are being planned

-it would happen when you are doing something while standing, like cutting veggies, cookies, rearranging your bookshelf, setting the wash machine, or just listing your errands

-itachi would come behind you, touching and caressing your waist very casually, asking about your day or what you are going very nonchalantly, as if he isn't grinding himself against you

-his hands would probably explore your chest, which he loves so much

-plus if you have juicy soft titties,,, he loves those

-itachi is so smooth about it. his hands are literally rubbing your nipples, which are getting hard, his leg is going between your legs, rubbing your crotch, and he is whispering the sweetest words he can think of

-"im so happy you came into my life" "I wish moments like this never end" "I will always love you" "I found myself when I found you" "I have to thank you for everything you have unconsciously done to me"

-itachi knows perfectly what he is doing, while your bottoms are probably soaking by now for the mere rubbing or his words, itachi continues as if you aren't clenching on the bench before you

-this lasts a while until itachi finally lets himself lose into you

-his large hands are everywhere, gripping your body with such pressure that is actually a bit conforming

-he now starts grinding his throbbing bulge against your butt, his mouth now sucking at your neck, leaving some red marks that would later become purple

-NOW dry humping can also happen before going to sleep in your bed. it probably happens when you haven't had sex in quite a while and you want to have some action without doing so much action ??

-just the same, itachi starts by hugging you from behind, your butt touching his clothed cock multiple times until you are sure he is hard as a rock

-itachi then motions you to move on top of him, your crotches now rubbing at each other

-it is actually quite erotic though, his big bulge massaging your hole until your came in your panties will always satisfy itachi to no end

#im a bit drunk #I can't believe im like thi #s #itachi uchiha #uchiha itachi #itachi #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x you #itachi headcanons #naruto

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cloudystevie · 2 years

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Idk if you’re still taking request but can you do panty sniffing with Chris or his characters

pairing || mob boss! steve rogers x bratty! fem! reader

word count || 1852

warnings || steve is kinda dark, daddy kink, dom/sub, mafia activities, mentions of other cevans characters, mentions of exhibitionism, degradation/dumbification, slapping, spitting

18+ ONLY MINORS DNR, DNI. DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE MY STORIES ANYWHERE

im always taking requests!!! 🤍💖

It’s an obvious but pathetic attempt by you to get Steve’s attention.

Waking up with you sleeping soundly in his arms, the sunlight filtering through the stupidly expensive curtains and illuminating your face as he takes the time to drink in your every detail. The slight furrow between your brows and the rise and fall of your chest against his soothes him. It’s all so innocent and wholesome as it always starts off as. Until it isn’t.

Clearly you wake up with some devious plan, because when you sweetly smile up at his soft features you seem to already be constructing a plan which will surely result in a punishment. You kiss him and he kisses you back, whispering your sweet good mornings as you subtly grind against his bare torso, his cock stirring beneath his boxers. He’s about to flip you over and cage you in with his biceps when you decide to giggle and flutter off to the gorgeous ensuite, leaving Steve fully hard and fully distracted.

But Steve had many rats he needed to tend to today so he couldn’t get caught up in your bratty spell. The morning continued without a hiccup, his men greeting him as you fluttered around and kept yourself occupied as you did when Steve was working.

“Get him out of here.” Steve orders his men with a flick of his wrist, attention turning to his phone which you were currently messaging him on, and he’s greeted by pictures of you in the new tiny skirts and shirts and dresses you ordered for yourself sometime last week. His cock stirs again, as he focuses on a particular photo of you in a white crop top, hugging you tight and leaving nothing to the imagination with your nipples poking through the thin fabric, a pink mini skirt clinging to your hips and the curve of your ass making his brain slightly malfunction.

Princess: i think this one’s my favourite, Daddy :)) do you like it?

Eyes glued to his phone, he steps over the limp bodies of men, accepting the white cloth from his newest hire, Jake Jensen an expert with all things technology, to wipe his hands free of any residual blood as he walks out of the room, making his way to your shared bedroom where you were still trying on your shopping haul.

His strides are long as he easily covers the area to the master bedroom. As expected, he’s met with the sight of you in the middle of taking your skirt off, bent over with the perfect money shot of your bare, dripping pussy. You perk up when you hear him enter the room, knowing he was the only one allowed into the master bedroom besides you. Giggling, you gleefully walk over to him, at all his 6’5 stature with built shoulders and a wide chest, long legs and erection so obviously peeking through, and he was all yours.

Slinging your arms around his neck, he tries desperately to ignore the fact that you have nothing on except for a thin white tank top.

And your bare pussy is pressing against his jean clad thigh.

“I missed you Daddy, are you finished working today?” You ask sweetly, but the mischievousness in your expression certainly does not go unnoticed. No one knew you better than Steve did, you didn’t even know yourself as well as Steve did.

Ignoring you, he drawls, “You’re not gonna like how this ends princess.” And he can feel the shivers erupting on your sensitive body, but you maintain your smile, pressing kisses to his clenched jaw and strained neck, “Did you find the present I left you?”

Steve’s brows furrow at that, what were you talking about? His confusion is clearly etched onto his face because you giggle and tell him to check the back pocket of his jeans, burying your face in the space where his neck and shoulder meet. He does as you say, finding a bunched up scrap of fabric and you see his eyes literally darken when he realizes what it is.

Slowly you back away and sit down on the bed, waiting for his reaction at the sweet little present you decided to leave your Daddy while he was working! Clearly he didn’t notice when you slipped out of your panties just thirty minutes prior and placed them in his jeans for him to find later.

He inspected the pink cotton, bringing it to his nose and inhaling your scent, and you whimper when he storms over to you, shoving you down and panties now in his mouth as he sucks at the gusset, groaning at your taste on the fabric. You whine as his hands easily tear the thin fabric of your shirt completely exposing you. He bends down to take in the sight of your pussy, glistening in the sunlight as he spits out your panties, grumbling, “Little fucking slut, can’t ever fucking think when her pussy needs to be full.”

You mewl, chest heaving as you try to buck your hips up into his face, to no avail. “Please Daddy! Just wanted to leave you a present since you work so hard!”

Pulling your swollen folds apart with one hand, he swats your clit hard in quick successions and the searing pleasure makes you keen. You shamelessly hump his hand before he retracts, “Sending me pictures with those fucking scraps on, showing me these tits,” he grunts, roughly pinching your nipple before swatting it three times in a row and giving the same treatment to the other breast until tears are rolling down your cheeks.

“Walking around all day with your pussy out, you wanted me to fuck you in front of everyone? Hmm? Is that it? You wanna be a little free use cum rag? Are you dripping down your thighs for me or because you wanna be full everywhere, slut?”

You grasp his wrist, mind reeling at the idea of all of his men taking their turns with you. You had become familiar with Ari and Andy, as they worked the most closely with Steve but the mere idea of both of them, almost mirroring Steve’s stature, using you?

“Please Daddy! Please, I've been so wet all day. Need your cock! Need you to fill me up!”

Steve smirks, swiftly unbuckling his pants and pulling his dick out, leaking red and angry at the tip, veiny and thick and long and you need to have him in your mouth. “Don’t worry puppy, I’m gonna fill you up.” He covers his dick in your arousal, grunting and throwing his head back at your warmth engulfing him. You shiver and mewl when his cock fucks you, without actually fucking you. His tip traces down the length of you, poking at your tight hole and you moan in delight, “Tell me, dumb baby, who the fuck owns this pussy?”

“You do Daddy! You own me! Fuck me however you want please I’ll do anything!”

His forehead drops to yours, hand wrapping around your throat and cool rings pressing into the sensitive column of your neck. He laughs straight in your face, “Oh sweetie, you don’t need to give me permission, I’m gonna take this cunt whenever, wherever the fuck I want and you’re gonna be okay with it.” You moan and the lewd sound gets caught in your throat when he thrusts into you in one fluid thrust, filling you to the brim. He offers you not a second to adjust to him, immediately pounding you into the bed with his hand wrapped tight around your throat.

“Fucking prancing around in your tight little outfits, you like the way they look at you? Like you’re a piece of fuckin’ meat?”

You repeatedly nod your head, all the thoughts long fucked from your head as you hold onto him like you’re about to float away. You mindlessly babble and he cruelly laughs in your face, the rough denim grazing the backs of your thighs as he holds your legs up to your ears by your ankles, balls slapping viciously against your tighter hole and his pelvis slaps onto your clit. You can’t escape, no matter how much you squirm and scream and cry, Steve is gonna be there, pounding into you.

You don’t even realize him grabbing your panties which he previously threw away, thrusts slowing momentarily but still holding the same intensity, until he bunches up the fabric and rubs them all over your leaky cunt, covering them in your slick. You whine and clench at the messy playing on your pussy, and Steve resumes his pounding as he brings the panties up to his nose again, inhaling you and going nearly feral as he spits them out again, making them land on your stomach.

Then his hips are fucking straight into your sweet spot, your hands scramble to grasp anywhere you can when he spits right onto your pussy, the action so degrading it has a new wave of slick pooling out of you. Your mindless babbling continues and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue and he smirks before spitting in your mouth, “Don’t swallow pup, hold your mouth open, tongue out, just like that, good girl. Make a fucking mess and I’ll make you lick it clean, there you go.” He coos, watching his spit and your drool drip down your tongue as you pant, chest rising and falling erratically and pussy struggling to keep him in but clinging onto him regardless.

“Oh is my little bitch gonna cum? You gonna squirt all over me? Make a fucking mess? C’mon why don’t you scream and let them all hear you like a cheap whore.”

But before you have the chance to erupt his hand wraps around your throat, yanking you upwards and the new angle and his brute strength makes you cum immediately, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body jerks uncontrollably, squirting all over yourself and him, and your mind is somewhere far away, unable to hear his mean words as you let out choked sobs and moans. His hand lets go of your throat, swatting your cheek roughly as he thrusts deep inside of you, your hazy babbles egging him on as he fucks you into him and paints your walls with his cum, and the feeling alone is enough to have you cumming again, though you’re not entirely sure you stopped the first time.

He continues pounding into you until he decides you’ve been used enough, and he pulls out of you, cleaning himself of his own cum with your cotton panties. Your head falls as you whimper out his title, and he shushes you, “Put these on puppy, can’t be wasting any of my cum now can we?” But obviously he puts them on for you, as you just lay there and take what he gives you.

He pats your sensitive, covered pussy twice, smiling at the newfound differences of the pink tones and you laying there, dishevelled. “There we go, Daddy’s gonna take care of his stupid baby.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers imagines #steve rogers x reader #mob! steve rogers smut #mob! steve rogers x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans imagines

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pansyfemme · 6 months

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not the og top surgery anon but i didn't know the nerves could reconnect afterwards! do you know how that works? also, if you don't mind sharing, how did post-op recovery go for you considering you're disabled?

hm im not an expert. I’m not sure if “nerves reconnecting” is the proper term even. But lightening pains and sudden sensation is pretty common even if you have no sensation there anways! When you get top surgery, you’ll hear people talk about ‘lack of nipple sensation’ and while it is possible that some people get some back, do know that it’s not like a weird side effect, it’s to be expected. The way the surgery works literally makes it a known and expected symptom, it’s stranger to not have sensation loss. While some people do gain some back, it’s somewhat uncommon and also usually much duller than normal. What i’m saying is while you will see guys talking about how they got their sensation back, it’s not something to get your hopes up about, it’s kind of random.

Post op recovery was pretty good on account of my parents being amazing. My dad works from home, which helped a lot. I stayed in bed a lot, i wasn’t allowed to go downstairs bc we have a dog who jumps on people a lot so we didn’t want to take any chances, but i was able to go to the bathroom by myself and everything. I needed my drains changed a few times a day. I heavily reccomend having someone to do this for you, you’re already kind of nauseous because of pain meds and post-surgery weirdness and it is very, very gross. I will say i was able to avoid taking anything stronger than over the counter pain meds because i kept on a consitant schedule of taking them every four hours, waking up several times a night to take them. I wasn’t really in much pain because of this, tho some people do need something stronger, and i had some on hand in case i needed them. I mostly remember just being really tired. Like i said, if you have someone who would be able to take care of you like a partner, close friend, parent or someone who lives with you and is willing to help, it really is worth it. You may think you can do it alone, but do not expect to be able to be up for cooking every meal, doing every drain change, etc. the best thing to do is to take it as easy as possible. my surgery was on the first day of my senior year of highschool. Because i’m a consistantly good student and staff knew i was trying to get a surgery date, i had no issue taking about two and a half weeks off of school. after that, my friends carried my books and stuff until i was off my restrictions.

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wheredafandomat · 2 years

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hello there!!!

i feel shy talking abt this lol and idrk if ur offer still stands but im just gonna write this down..

idrk if ive had an orgasm since idont rlly technically know what to do..? touching myself doesnt really do anything to me--and yes im sure im stimulating my cl*t already :(( so anw lol i just squeeze my legs together until i feel some kind of good feeling down there and there's like a rubber band that snaps that makes me feel slightly good.......

and can ijust randomly type/"confess"/"vent" something down here but sometimes when i watch porn to get off, i get a little distracted bc i feel a little sad abt myself bci get so jealous of all those women w nice bodies and their big tits 😭😭 and i absolutely know that i shouldnt even use porn as a basis of any sex-related thing but aaaaaaa yekxuwkxgwkxg i hate my body it sucks ....... ok im done pls forgive me for the unsolicited rant/vent and a little thank u bc ive had space to write this down on

THIS MESSAGE IS SO LONG IMSORRY JUST DONT MIND THIS IF U DONT FEEL LIKE POSTING 😭😭

Thank you for sharing!!!

I’m definitely not a sex expert but have you ever tried stimulating any other endogenous zones like the breasts? Sometimes the clit alone isn’t enough. You’ve literally got a whole body to explore so explore itttt 😁😁 try adding some nipple play to solo time and see how you go.

As for porn, yes loads of those women look great with their bleached assholes but who has time for that 😂 they get paid to sell you this fakery. I think erotica (LOKI SMUT) is so much better because it also stimulates your mind and even puts you in the story sometimes. It transports you. Porn is so damaging most of the time! Smut writers should be paid instead!

ALSO, loadsss of women look like the porn ones now getting bbls etc, it’s really about what’s underneath and I know how cheesy that sounds and I used to think fuck that I want someone to be attracted to me as soon as they see me but the older I get the more I realise how true it is. Anyone of substance wants someone with substance. There’s only so much huge tits can do 🤣 you can’t bring huge tits home with you to have an intellectual discussion with your mother.

What to take from this:

YOURE A FUCKING MAGICAL DIVINE BEING WHOS AMAZING!!

Explore what works for you - incorporate nipple play babes then report back 😂😂

Always feel free to message me or literally vent in my asks anonymously

Hope this helped a little 💓💓💓💓😘😘

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dokoni-mo · 2 years

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@ Vader expert anon, how's the topic of nipples--

BRRUHHHH IM GASPING FOR AIR PLEASE 💀💀💀💀

MY BROTHER IN CHRIST I THINK ITS SAFE TO SAY THEM SHITS ARE GONE they probably like fell off on Mustafar and like turned into chips or smth. I heard eating them will make you stronger with the force 🚶

I HAVENT HEARD FROM EXPERT ANON FOR A LONG PERIODICALLY TIME THO,, expert anon please reveal yourself with your infinite wisdom

#i miss you please come back #are the chips canon #we need the REAL answers here

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bhaaliestspawn · 1 year

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That's the 4th night in a row where we got woken up by the animalistic screams coming from his bedroom one would thing the bananas weren't slimy enough but it's all flat pepsi's fault at this point even the gardener knows not to touch the spoons anymore and he only comes on the 22nd of every month but apparently this year we were supposed to get more of those multicoloured lights imagine my surprise when no one was ready and the Berlin police got a shock of their life when the peanuts got delayed once again it was kind of my fault this time but I'm no painting expert and I'm not about to drive on 3 wheels only especially when the oven would only pre-heat at 120 like wtf are we supposed to do with that the tall one got a new bicycle for a reason no one wants to deal with the penguins anymore anyway next week the hot air balloon is all we need the red top around the nipple can only give off so many premonitions before the rest of the shelf gets full and the doctors thought it wasn't gonna be itchy... the measurements weren't even right! the entire thing looks like a situation for a self defence so he ended up behind the cactus wall very tight and everyone was worries we only had one tube of toothpaste left and the phone signal was weak but I promise you the red halo will be leashed like those sausages he made that one time god that was a memorable idea but idea only because no one was brave enough to repeat the pool incident I still have glitter behind my eyeball and the pants wont zip all the way up I can only sit on the roof and watch as they shave the frogs once again hopefully tomorrow we'll get those cinnamon ketchup milkshakes

he didnt like the cheesecake btw well as if its my fault that it didnt taste like dry wall i should have burned it to crisp and make it nasty so he could slorp it like a piece of old green moldy wall and snort it up his left hairy nostril . if man's hole is a-leakin yet he criticises your desserts it is time to rethink it and this culinary nonsense isnt for me anyway im just not good at this we should have stayed in the woods picking roots and berries and eating insects for protein and i dont know any other recipes anyway. in the very woods where we buried the body of the hole denier but then he wanted to go to the strip club and we had to drive two hundred kilometres so he could do some pole dancing well who am i to say no. but now im googling recipes again that i will never try because it makes me self conchis not to be excellent at them and anyway the smell of fresh brownies might be nice but it doesn't beat the smell of sweaty hair post-show pits so why even bother. and the dog just keeps on watching us and its really unnerving and getting really weird i think maybe the strip club wasnt a good idea but the cafe didnt have any pole dancing options and i thought if i leave the cake for five minutes more it would be fine but it wasnt fine it never is fine. my intentions were good but sometimes it's not enough. oh well at least i tied a pink bow in his ass hair. a pretty bow for a pretty girl. it looked great but did you know there are fourteen different basic types of a cheesed cake what do i care for all these types when i can bite into an old wrinkly man runny inside like variety of melted cheeses. still, when you deny the call of the hole you die and sometimes it is because of the murder and killings and sometimes it is because you lead a sad life to deny such things but what is even sadder is using american baking measurements this is literally driving me insane can you PLEASE explain it like a normal person and not like an american we're all living in amerika etc. at the end of the day i think i shouldnt have let the old man off his leash it only causes trouble let this be a warning to you

#ask #hello

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