#some seeds are still stuck to my pants

[oukabarsburgblr]

filthy drabble...

"Yeah, put it in me- mmff! I'm a cum dump. I'm a cum dump definitely- anggh!"

His hands were strapped to rubber cuffs that was connected to elastic ropes, its ends hooked on the upper corner of the beds. The (h/c) could pulls his hands but to a certain extent, he was still restrained, vulnerable under the men who was playing with his ass, shoving toys and groping his skin.

Someone slapped his butt, a whine from (m/n) as he pushed his hips back, grinding more on the toy that was deep and vibrating inside of his anus. He was intoxicated, so drunk that he couldn't even tell who was fucking him right now.

The toy was pulled out and he whined but moaned gleefully when a wet dick entered his ass. His knees dug into the plush bed, a room he didn't recognise but based off of the toys and bdsm equipment, it was definitely a love hotel.

"God, you're a pro at this. Good cunts get to have cum in their butts. You want it? You wanna drink some cum?" Someone was pounding his ass, their skin slapping together as (m/n) nodded ferverently, pulling on his restraints to the man that sat in front of him, gripping his jaw.

"I want it. I want some dick." He salivated and stuck out his tongue, drool pooling in the middle of the muscle. "Use me. Use me like a toilet, please." (m/n) squirmed, his face hot and his legs sticky. The stranger chuckled as he shimmied off his boxers, pulling out his cock as he ruffled (h/c) hair.

"If you lick it like an ice cream, I'll stick it in with him." He gestured to the other guy who was going to town with his hole. "Your hole is so good-mmff! Gonna cum in here." The man slapped his ass. "Make it leak and all, you'd like that wouldn't you?"

(m/n) couldn't respond, his tongue swirling around the tip of the cock in his face before shoving himself into the man's crotch, moving his throat to massage the base. The man hissed, shallowly thrusting in the (h/c)'s mouth while gripping his hair.

Ropes of cum shot out of (m/n)'s cock, the man behind him rubbing him as he gave one last thrust, spilling his seed deep inside his ass, rubbing his tip against his prostate. "Mmmgghh- oh fuck oh fuck." The (h/c) pulled his mouth away when the man behind him wouldn't stop jacking him off.

"I'm gonna cum again- wait wait-!" He squirted onto the bed, his hole tense and squeezed around the base that was still in him, his rim now dripping cum. "Don't forget about me." His hair was grabbed and he was forcefully shoved into a crotch, his mouth full as he gagged on the tip, the man moaning his name and as he thrusted into his face.

(m/n) mewled when the dick bursted in his mouth, suffocating him as he coughed deliberately, feeling a sharp pain up his nasal holes. "Did it came out your nose? Fuck, my bad." The stranger cheekily wiped his nose, grabbing a tissue to help (m/n) who blew his nostrils into it.

"There's so much, look!" He tossed the wet fabric at the guy behind him. "You're gross, man." "Shut up." The (h/c) was panting, drooling milky fluid from his lips as he shoved his ass against the man behind him. "C'mon, I need more. More cum, more cock-" He slobbered, wiggling his ass.

"So eager." The guy in front cooed at him.

"Pull him up."

-

"Ahh! Ah! Anggh! Urmm! S'deep- mmff! Cock's so big-!"

(m/n) wailed, his hips pulled behind him, as his arms was restricted with a leather fabric. He was suspended in the air, ropes pulling his arms from the hook of the ceiling and the only thing that was close to a surface was the penis that was nestled in his ass, pounding up into him.

"You're so beautiful like this. A waste if we don't use it, hmm?" The (h/c) nodded, kissing the stranger in front of him, the other man still fucking his back as they had switched their spots. His toes could barely reach the floor and his nipples were pinched by a toy clip, intensifying his pleasure as the man in front played with the pressure, releasing and clipping his sensitive buds.

Their tongues mashed together along with their dicks. The stranger humping onto his stomach, their precum dripping heavily onto the floor. "Mm ahh! Ackk-!" He gagged when the man shoved his tongue deep inside his mouth, somehow touching his uvula as he licked his palate, coating his mouth with his drool.

His ass was moving harshly against the man behind, skin was irritated from being pounded and previous cum was dripping onto the floor. (m/n)'s hands moved to grab his buttcheeks, spreading it so his rim was entirely exposed, liking the full bare pressure on his hole. "F-fucking perv'- mmngg! With an ass fat full of cum, I'm shocked if you're not pregnant after this."

The man licked his ear, sucking on his shell and thrusting his tongue into the canal earning a squeal from the (h/c). His cock was grabbed and was jacked off, the man behind him speeding up his pounds as he bursted his semen into (m/n)'s hole, pouring deeply along his walls.

The clips snapped on his chest, (m/n) screaming and creaming into the hand, someone bit his cheek, playfully pulling the skin. "Someone deserves a reward. For being such a good bucket for us." He pulled out, laughing at the amount of cum that dripped while holding the (h/c)'s hips.

(m/n)'s stomach was coated with fluids, the man in front cumming and slobbered the tip all over his skin. (e/c) eyes were drowsy as they moved him, his legs touching the floor as he sat obediently like a dog infront of the two who were jacking off to his face.

"Nice body, nice face...man, you're just built for this, aren't you?"

He nodded drowsily, whining as he grappled onto their dicks, greedily pointing it into his mouth. "No, no. Only good bitches get to drink cum. And you're the best one out there." The man slapped his face, (m/n) whimpered as he stared up at the two, pouting.

"Fucking hell, I can't with that look..." The other jerked off faster, moaning as he rubbed (m/n)'s cheek. "He's a bit rough, does it hurt?" "I like it. I like getting slapped." (m/n) confessed drunkenly, with a grin like telling his mother he got an A on his test.

The man laughed, rambling on how cute and confident the (h/c) is before slapping him as well. The (h/c) hissed, pulling his face back to face them with his mouth open. "Told ya' he's the best."

Both of them fastened their pace, inching closer to (m/n) who was eyeing their red tips, eager to swallow the salty liquid before one of them pushed his lower jaw up to close his mouth. "Not there."

Suddenly, they placed their tips onto his forehead, cumming sperm onto his skin, dripping down his face, cheeks and it slobbered over his eyelids. Some of it got into his hair as (m/n) whined. "What a waste.." One of them, the one who had slapped him first, rubbed the semen into his cheek, running his thumbs in circles.

"It won't be. You've got two dicks to cover for. Unless you're that fucking greedy."

-

(m/n) wasn't sure how coherent he was, sure he was drunk but his body was tired used over and over again. So many rounds and so many toys. His body was submitted into so many forms of horny torture.

His waist was strapped, his cock was tied with a ribbon, his hole was explored, them playing archer to see who could shoot his cum the most into his twitching hole while they locked his mouth with a gag ball.

His back had whip marks, one of them using a leather toy to whip his skin when he was riding the other. (m/n) had came so much at that time, shooting his sperm so much that it hit the guy's face he was bouncing on.

His ass was soft from how much they pounded into him, smacked and they loved it when their cum spilled out of his hole, dripping down his thighs as they fucked themselves into him more, watching how it squelched and the sticky strands connecting their skin together.

Currently, he was laying on someones chest, his legs pushed up as he mumbled incoherently with a dick static deep in him. "I...ugh...urm..." (m/n) didn't react much when a finger dipped inside his filled hole, pulling at his rim and he hissed when they pushed his walls. His mind was somehow clouded and blank, letting the two strangers stretch their hole, as one of them climbed on top of him, coating himself with lube.

"This one's for you, (m/n)." He cooed at the drunk (h/c) who gripped onto the man under them for stability, digging his nails into his bicep. The (h/c) couldn't breathe, his ass full with a cock and a tip slowly pushing past his strained rim. "I-It's gonna rip. Fuck- t-too full!"

"You were the one begging to have your ass shoved up with two dicks. Did you forget already?" He teased the drowsy (h/c), slowly pushing in as (m/n) clenched onto both of them, whining how much it hurts with his dick flat against his stomach.

"You'll be okay, it won't tear." The man under him comforted him, rubbing his nipples and licking at his nape. "This is your reward, remember? For being the best cum dump."

They moved slowly together, moaning at the heat and tightness and (m/n) had it the most. Screaming and cumming when they fucked him gently before gradually speeding up, using him as a cocksleeve. Grabbing his waist and pulling at it to slam him on both their cocks, the (h/c) crying how his ass was too full and they were bound to break his hole.

"Ngg-gah! Too much-TOO MUCH!" He screamed again when he both tips pushed against his prostate, kissing it as they pounded into him more and more, his legs pushed up to his shoulders. "Mmng angh anh shit shit!" He cussed as he felt like he was gonna come again, but tilted his head when nothing came out of his dick.

It was a drygasm, his hole unconsciously squeezing harshly onto both cocks. The one under him stayed still inside, yelping as he bursted inside (m/n)'s hole while the other pulled out, shooting his sperm at the (h/c)'s twitching rim, painting both the stranger's balls and (m/n)'s hole with his cum.

(m/n) wasn't sure what happened after, he was lying on the bed numb and full. The two men were talking to each other, their hands stroking his hair and his sore thighs. They turned their attention to him when he whined, annoyed how their focus wasn't on him.

"Prince finally woke up. Thought you died there, got him thinking we killed you with our dicks." "I was worried, you asshole. You went crazy on his body like a damn animal." "You slapped him first??"

They argued and (m/n) realised he had been laying in someone's lap. His thighs were gently massaged and his hair was being played with. He could get used to this.

"It was...good. I feel satisfied." He rambled mindlessly, the man rubbing his legs laughed. "If two men can't satisy you, then I'm worried what will." They were all chatting like friends despite being strangers in each other mere hours ago.

"Annh." (m/n) opened his mouth as he kneeled on the floor, showing off his tongue and he caught the guy off guard, his face amused and shocked by his enthusiasm. "Wow. I'm impressed, really. Don't have anymore in me. Unless you wanna be a real toilet."

"Just give me whatever. Whatever it is, I'll take it like a good whore." The other rubbed his hair, raking his fingers through his locks. "Consider it as a present then." He mumbled as the other one rubbed his penis in (m/n)'s face.

"Here comes the airplane!"

He jokingly slurred, pouring hot liquid onto (m/n)'s face who grinded onto their feet, squealing as the fluid came into contact with his skin. "Hah...hah...ha..." It wasn't cum. It definitely wasn't cum.

"We're going to have so much fun."

[END SCENE]

Afterthoughts :

I got horny mb

Keep in mind that these are empty characters, no connection to my ocs and these are just me being horny after class again. Please dont rq more of these weirdos cuz i genuinely donno who theyre gonna be. Ong someone tip me cuz im going broke ARGH Goodbye LOL

Edit : got off of my high...i donno what to feel abt this. The fact that theres no set character makes it feel bland, its literally just my desire to be squished in a threesome. Oh well this just proves that sex is better w feelings🥰 (im watching blue lock tonight!)

Taglist:

@tehyunnie @rainnyydaysworld @webwanderer @a-short-ass-disappointment @chikai-k @mello-life25 @miyuuuki @simpsations

#oukabarsburg #bottom male reader #sub male reader #x male reader #male reader #x bottom male reader #male reader smut #smut #reader smut

[mrsrileywrites]

Hear me out... Older boyfriend Simon Riley that's a math genius 😅

smut, smut...

You are in college, the career you choose has nothing to do with math but it's the first year and you have to take that class, it's required and you have always struggled with numbers!!! 

So here you are sitting in the high chair on your kitchen isle, you've been working on that damn work sheet for the past hour, spent the last twenty minutes stuck on a random exercise you have wrote and erased so many times you are about to rip a hole in the sheet.

You think on giving up, just fail the class, get a part time job and pay for tutoring next semester so you'll pass and get done with it.

Simon is sitting on the couch, watching TV, he's been looking at your struggling from the corner of his eye. You sigh un frustration, rubbing your face about to burst into tears when he stands up and walk towards you. "What's wrong, love?", he acts oblivious.

You explain to him, your voice cracking and it tugs at the strings of his heart, he sits next to you taking a look at the work sheet, he's silent, focused, his brows slightly creased, he's so handsome, you think.

He puts the sheet in front of you and explains the exercise,he makes it look so easy, you look at him intently, you didn't know he was so good at math, and his big hand moves to squeeze your thigh, "pay attention, love" he says sternly, and you do, you try your damn hard to focus and get it right cause you want to make him proud.

And no matter how hard you try, you just can't, you don't get it :( "I can't, Si... I'm just dumb" you pout, tears welling in your pretty eyes.

"Don't say that, baby, you are not dumb" he speaks to you oh so sweetly and you just look at him. He sees the struggle on your eyes, you just need motivation he thinks.

That's how you end up bent over your kitchen isle, your pants and panties pooled at your ankles, Simon rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, he looks at your work sheet from over your shoulder and speaks on your ear, "C'mon baby, focus on your sheet, what does it say?". You stutter as you read the exercise, your fingers holding your pencil so tight it might snap in half any minute.

Simon enters you slowly as you write wonky numbers on the sheet, he thrusts slowly guiding you through the math problem and when you get it wrong, he's movements come to a halt, your pussy flutters around his fat cock, and you whine in frustration pushing your ass back seeking some sort of friction, his hand on your hip holds you in place.

"C'mon baby, get it right and I'll fuck you properly" and you try again, your brain scrambling for the right answer, writing with a shaky hand until you get it right and Simon rewards you, he thrusts into you vigorously as he praises you "my smart girl, so good for me" and you moan, your pussy clenching at his praise, his hand moves to rub at your clit and you feel the band tighten on your lower belly, Simon's eyes move to see where his cock disappears inside you and the recoil of your ass with every snap of his hips, you always take him so well, it makes his cock twitch inside you.

"Si... I'm gonna..." You whine. "I know baby, I know... you squeezing me so tight" he grunts on your ear thrusting faster and harder, his finger still rubbing your clit until you cum, your body shakes as he spills his seed inside your tight cunt.

Side note, that Ghost skin is my favorite cause I get to see his forearms and those cool tattoos... I need this man so bad my ovaries are gonna combust 😩

#i need this man #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #cod mw2

[skullsuited]

primal.

an lhh!era smut blurb featuring a breeding kink, hair pulling, mentions of a sex toy (pussy plug) and insinuation of a creampie.

Harry’s propped himself up on his forearms, strands of his hair are sticking to his forehead and neck because he and his girl have been going at it hard.

The only real noise coming from their bedroom is the way the bed is creaking underneath the weight of Harry’s pointed, timed thrusts, skin occasionally slapping against each other, his heavy breathing and soft grunts leaving his kiss swollen, shiny raspberry lips and she’s whining, back arched slightly, moaning his name like some sort of holy prayer.

Harry licks his lips, then pauses his thrusts for a moment, settling most of his weight on top of his lover as he guides his right arm away from the side of her head, coating two of his fingers with his saliva and slowly inching his hand down in between their bodies, the pads of them rubbing gently over her sensitive pink pearl. She gasps, hands tangling in his hair and pulling, making him growl — Harry adores having his hair pulled. “Yeh want to cum f’ me, baby?” He asks her, nose nudging against her own, lips parted and ghosting over hers. Harry has continued his thrusts now; languid, but rough. He’s really taking the words ‘fucking someone into the mattress’ to a whole new level.

The woman, this divine little creature underneath him can’t even speak, a bubble caught in her throat as he fucks her. “Words, angel. Need t’ hear you, yeah?” He hums, fingers continuing to work on her clit in pressured, slow little circles. “Oh, please, Harry,” She finally manages, swallowing thickly. “Please make me cum.” She begs him quietly and this surge of pride, of satisfaction washes over him. Harry craves her release; knows he needs it in order to feel like he’s done a good job in bed. “Yeah, pet. I’ll make yeh cum. Fuck, m’ goin’ to make you cum so hard, I promise you.” He swears, practically vows to her and all she can do is nod, “Put a baby in me.”

That stirs something up in him, awakens this primal urge to fill her up the only physical way he can. A wrecked noise leaves his throat, jaw slack, lips brushing over hers and catching against her teeth. “Goin’ to put a baby in yeh. Goin’ to.. hell, goin’ to plug your cunt an’ make sure it sticks.” He growls, teeth clashing against hers in this heated, sloppy kiss and he thinks their souls are bound in this very moment, that his seed is the source of this woman’s happiness. The two fingers he’s got on her clit are rubbing a bit faster now, he’s barely lifting his hips to really thrust, only grinding against her to edge his cock further into her cunt.

She whines against his lips, panting as her impending orgasm draws closer, the pressure in between her legs growing heavier. "Fuck, Har-Harry.." The sweet, unholy angel gasps between bated breaths, manicured claws scratching at Harry's scalp. "I'm going- I'm going to cum."

He growls, a low thrumming in the back of his throat. Emerald eyes are dilated, onyx pupils creating a black hole of lust and affection for the beauty taking his cock beneath him. "Cum f' me, baby. Cum all over my cock." Harry urges her, his two fingers on her bundle of nerves flickering and playing as she gasps sharply, features twisting up in pleasure as her orgasm washes over her body, flooding her system. Her nails claw at his head, the pinpricks of pain sending a shiver down his spine and before he can realize, his own release crashes over him like a wave, drowning, lapping over him as though he was stuck in the ocean during a storm.

"Fuck!" He swears, hips stuttering against her own. Harry's hands slide up his lover's body, grasping at her hips and the sheets around her. His head tilts back, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes screwed shut as he empties himself inside of her, groaning. His body is still, sweaty, flush against his darling's as they come down from their highs as two panting messes.

"You," She begins, swallowing and catching her breath, "You should grab that plug you were talking about..."

Harry chuckles breathlessly, nodding, "Yeah. I will, jus- just let me stay here for a moment."

Wordlessly, they lay together. Unmoving, intertwined together in intimacy and adoration, minds shifting past the primal urges felt only moments before and settling into a state of bliss.

#harry styles #harry smut #harry blurb #harry styles imagines #harry styles imagine #harry imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #long hair harry #lhh!era #1d smut #one direction smut #1d imagines

[passivenovember]

Steve's never tried a weed brownie before.

Hasn't really wanted to, if he's honest, because the rag-weed shit he gets from Tommy all throughout high school is fine. Even though it's mostly shake and stems and seeds, and the bag Tommy puts it in always looks like it's been mauled by Scotty, his 15 year old schnauzer.

It has to be the same bag, Steve thinks, but maybe that's the 20 minute high talking.

So he's never tried a brownie.

But. Billy Hargrove comes into his life like a storm cloud. Black and gray with impending doom, snagging the air around him with little fish weights until everything is heavy. At first.

But. Then Steve makes him laugh once during a game of shirts and skins, and. It's like the belly of the thing has ripped open, y'know, and the streets of the thing flood with rainwater, and all that existed before is washed down some swallowing, insatiable gutter along with mulch and twigs and the shaky belief that Steve's straight.

They're friends and Steve watches Billy laugh and smile, feels all ten fingers against his chest when Billy shoves him, some sort of atomical reaction to Steve making him laugh, and.

Steve can't believe he ever thought Heaven was in Nancy Wheeler's pants.

--

So.

Billy Hargrove is the Earth after the flood, and the ark carrying everyone to safety. He's the animals inside and the God that sits, watching the world swallow itself.

He feeds things, to Steve.

Lines. You got a really pretty mouth, Harrington. You're smart, you know that? Not. Book smart, but street smart. Dirt road intelligent, I guess, in this shitty fuckin' Hickville hellscape--

Feeds Steve art. That's Samuel Baruch. He's my favorite. Look how he paints cloth, how he tracks the divets and the folds and the shadows. It's like a photo. It's like a window--

Steve makes Billy laugh when he says, "That lady kind of looks like you." Feels all ten fingers on his arm, pushing, when he says, "You'd look cute in a bonnet." Steve nearly falls over. Almost goes easy, but he doesn't.

Billy grabs him. Holds him as he smirks, "Where the fuck would I find a bonnet?"

Steve looks around the art hall, eyes wide and owlish, "Indiana?" He says, out there. In here. And.

Billy stares at him. He's the canvas and the lady in her bonnet, the divets and the folds and the shadows, the artist himself when he wets his thumb and sticks it in Steve's ear. "Dumbass," He says.

Steve finally gets everyone's thing about art.

He snaps a mental image of the afternoon and tries not to smother it in his hands.

--

So.

Steve. His eyes open, bit by bit. And what he finds is blinding. Like he fell asleep in the back of his mother's station wagon and awoke to the screaming light of high noon.

Billy's like the sun, longer Steve knows him. Storm clouds be damned.

Like. He talks about art. And he feeds lines and compliments for shits and giggles, never really noticing that Steve falls for it, a dumb catfish stuck on Billy's sharp, unforgiving hook.

He does all that but he smokes. Weed and cigarettes. He drinks.

He takes Steve to parties and says, "Ever try this before, Bambi?" But it's just Jack Daniels. But. Billy leaning with his elbow on the wall next to Steve's neck, close enough that he can smell Billy's sweat and cologne. He's smiling and his lips are cherry red, rio red, and.

He wants to roll in it.

So. He says, "No," Because, "I haven't."

It's the truth.

So Billy feeds it to him right out of the bottle. Makes him get on his knees. Slaps Steve's wrists away when he tries to hold the vessel himself, because.

Something's happening. Here. There.

Steve stares up at Billy through his eyelashes, trying not to go blind.

--

He blacks out and wakes up in the face of some bitch in a red bikini.

He's still drunk, so it takes him longer than it should to realize she's a poster tacked to somebody's, and he's not at home, and someone's snoring on the rug next to him.

Steve wiggles his toes. Fingers. Tries to remember what happened after Billy's hair caught the dining room lamplight but it's all a blur of sea stone eyes and bright white teeth and all ten fingers, rubbing at him while he threw up under the four way stop on Douglas Street.

Steve groans.

He rolls onto his side and tucks into himself and falls asleep, hoping Billy got home okay.

--

It's silver when a warm, flat palm shakes him alive. "You gotta go," Someone says, their voice rough like flannel bed sheets.

Steve blinks up, into the silver light, and sees Billy. Considers padding from the mattress to sleep inside of Billy's throat, where he'll be warm. It's a familiar urge. It's entirely new.

Steve aches. "What time--"

"--Just before five. My dad gets up early for work," Billy says, like that's supposed to mean castles are crumbing in their kingdom, but he's staring at something on Steve' face.

Really puts things into perspective, because maybe it's supposed to be an emergency. The first wisps of smoke from a forest fire, but Billy has bed head. And pillow lines on his face. And he's looking at Steve like there's something stuck in his throat.

Steve rubs at himself, trying to clear exhaustion and embarrassment. Really, just rubbing it into himself like lotion. "It's Saturday." He says.

"We're poor," Billy tells him, "My dad--"

"Where am I?"

Billy stares at him for a moment and then chuckles, shaking his head, "With me," He mutters.

Steve wants to curl into it like a cat.

--

He's rushed out of the room. He has to climb through the window while Billy keeps watch like a guard dog, and Steve lands on his ankle funny so it isn't until later when he's showered and hung over and falling onto his own mattress that he realizes Billy was in a panic.

That was Billy panicking, like Steve gets when his dad tells him to clean his room before he gets home from work, but Steve was full of concrete and wouldn't do it. Just like that, but worse.

Steve tosses and turns and tries to decipher what there was to be panicked about. Billy's room was clean.

Not just clean but spotless, like someone took a billow pad soaked in bleach and scrubbed every wall and baseboard until nothing remained except that bitch in her red bikini.

The only witness to Steve crawling out through an open window.

--

The more he thinks about it the more it feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone.

He combs through the memory of waking up in Billy's room. He tries to piece together hazy, half-baked image of beige carpet and the bookshelf and the little makeshift vanity that housed all of Billy's hair products.

Steve searches for a spot of the boy he knows. He calls Samuel Baruch's name and hears it shatter against empty, maroon-colored walls and the bikini girl's airbrushed rack.

He tries to envision a wayward sock, left out in the cold. A cup of water on the bedside table. Used tissues on the bedsheets.

Anything.

Steve blinks around his own room and wonders if clutter is a luxury only afforded to boys in houses paid by Monday through Friday workweeks.

He tries to imagine Billy in that room inside the house on Cherry Lane, happy, sleeping until noon in his own boyhood nest while his father gets ready for work.

It sits heavy in Steve's chest. A fairytale.

--

So.

Billy asks him during homeroom on Monday if he's ever had a weed brownie. Really, he scribbles it on a note and has Mary Sandoval stick it under Steve's elbow on her way to the bathroom.

Steve presses the note open on his desk until it's delicately wrinkled, mulling the question over in his mind. He spent the weekend driving himself crazy trying to come up with a reason to invite Billy over, a nook to slip into so he can ask the hard questions.

This could be it.

Steve peeks over his shoulder, flushing pink when Billy wags his tongue.

He has a black eye.

Steve snaps like a piece of rotted driftwood. He turns back to the note and scribbles no, but I'll try one if you have it. Has Mary take it back with her.

Figures. Billy should see his room. Steve should open his eyes.

--

"Why does it smell like that?"

"Like what, pretty boy?"

"Like. Gasoline."

Billy tilts his head back, laughter shooting like fireworks against Steve's ceiling, "It's just the dope. It's how it smells when you bake it into the--"

"--I don't like it."

"Why not?"

"I just think brownies are supposed to smell like chocolate," Steve says, handing the bag over with a wrinkled nose, "It's not a very appetizing smell."

"It's just weed."

"Weed smells gross, too."

"You don't like weed?"

"No, I just--"

"--We don't have to do the edibles if you don't want--"

"--I want to," Steve tells him. "Please." Instead of I'd do anything you asked me to. You're the influence my grandma warned me about. You're the lighter and the cigarette and the smoke in my lungs. Getting me high.

Billy nods, "Since you asked so nicely," and severs the baggy, tearing the first brownie in half.

"Woah," Steve says, embarrassed, "I know I've never had one before but I think I can do more than half."

"They're strong."

"I'm strong too," Steve says. When Billy blinks at him, confused, Steve flexes.

The noise Billy makes is like a duck getting run over by a clown car. It reverberates off the walls and Steve aches to stand and chase it. "You can always start out small and take more if you need to, hot rod."

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. "How strong are they?"

Billy shrugs, fiddling with the chewed plastic lip of the bag. "I kissed a boy on half," He says.

It's the first time since Billy came to town that he won't stretch to meet Steve's gaze.

Steve takes the bag from him and shoves the brownie into his mouth, coughing over the dry exterior.

"Easy, man, easy," Billy smacks him between the shoulder blades, grinning and rubbing his back once Steve swallows.

#harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #i had more to say and then i got bored #anyway #love ya

[midastouch-zaza]

R! Is Sullyoon's boyfriend. One night, a succubus that's identical to his girlfriend enters his dream and wants to fuck him, but instead he's the one fucking the succubus.

(Or is it only just a dream tho? Possibly, she's in the succubus outfit just like in his "dream"?)

When you woke up that night, you immediately noticed that something was off. The whole atmosphere of your room was odd, it was almost if you were not completely lucid; but the most strange thing was that your gf, Sullyoon, was not laying next to you and was not in the room in general.

Suddendly she basically appeared at the side of your bed, wearing such a different outfit for her style: a black corset with a crisscross strap on her chest, ending with a short skirt barely covering her silky thighs. But the detail that really stole your attention were some new...features: in fact the girl was presenting a couple of red scarlet wings, another couple of horns on her head, and, in the end, a long black tail with an heart in the end.

"Mmh, this sexy boy looks so hot while sleeping, you really made me excited", she said in a sultry voice, getting on the bed and crawling towards you. "I can't wait anymore to get a taste of you, sweetie", she spoke in such a different way than usual, but you would lie if you didn't admit that you were getting horny.

And she must have noticed that too, because she quickly put her hand on your clothed bulge, rubbing through your pants. "Is this big fat cock for me, sexy boy?", she asked, biting her lips, before taking your shorts down. Smirking, she moved her head closer to your shaft, beginning to lick your balls.

She kept working on your intimate area, slowly moving up, till covering your tip in kisses. It was exciting, but things were going too much slow for your taste. "Sorry, baby, but you know me, this won't do it", now it was your turn to grin, turning her smirk into a puzzled face.

You didn't give her any answer, but just pushed her head down, making her engulf your whole cock. She gagged and almost choke on it, her eyes got watery, feeling your tip hitting her throat. From there you started moving your hips, fucking her pretty face, using her horns to move her head up and down.

"Yes, choke on this beast, you slut", you growled, pumped by the warm pleasing feeling around your cock. She squeezed your legs, trying to "survive" to the face fucking, and she barely managed to do that, especially when you released your seed in her mouth.

She was busy coughing and gulping down your cum and didn't notice that you moved behind her. She realized that just when you pushed her forward, making her laying on her chest on the mattress. "I'm not still done, whore", you warned her, lifting her skirt, finally admiring her fat booty in all its beauty.

"No no, wait a seco-", her words got stuck in her already used throat because you slammed your hard shaft in her pretty pussy. You blocked her arm behind her back, starting to pound without any mercy, making the girl moan like a whore. She was loving how much your dick was stretching her.

"I'm gonna breed you, bitch", you growled, while slapping her ass until leaving the mark of your hand on her booty cheek. And, given that you were already there, you had a fun idea: with a sharp movement, you pulled her slim tail. That move alone made Sullyoon cum, covering your still thrusting cock with her juices.

"Kinky slut, take my cum", you told her, fucking her through her climax, making her eyes rolls back and her tongue sticks out due to the pleasure. The pleasure made her pussy clench around your cock so strongly that she basically milked you out, leaving an huge dump of cum inside her ruined pussy.

After that...the darkness. You woke up the next morning being sure that it was just a fantastic dream. "Good morning, honey", Sullyoon said cheerfully, standing on the doorstep. "Come to have breakfast with me", she told you, leaving the room. You nodded ready to leave the bed, when a thought popped up in your mind: why the black dress she was wearing was so familiar?

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woven comforts / hunter x gn!reader

pairing: hunter x gn!reader (no y/n). reader has a nickname.

description: hunter comes home after a long day, and you're there - as always.

word count: 1,309

warnings: none. it's soft hunter at his softest.

this is a request from a lovely twitter mutual who asked for some cozy post-work relaxation/stress relief! i got a little carried away and actually wrote two pieces for this. this is the second one because I didn't think the first was cozy enough! but I will definitely still post the other one because I love it too. soft hunter is so nice to write. i hope you enjoy it!

also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated.

The Pabu sun streamed in and warmed the side of your face as you scrolled through the datapad on your lap. You heard the front door open and close from your spot on the couch, and you smiled when you turned and saw Hunter stroll in, his body slightly hunched.

“Hey,” you stood up, placing the datapad on the caf table. “You’re back later than I thought.”

Hunter stretched his neck out, eyes drifting closed before he forced them open again. “A couple of the boats broke down before they left the dock, slowed us down.” He smiled tiredly at you after running a hand down his face.

“Sounds stressful,” you commented before meeting him in the open kitchen.

Hunter shook his head, downplaying and evading his troubles as he often did. “It was nothing.” He moved closer to hold your arms and gave a lingering kiss on your cheek. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you smiled, leaning into his kiss. He kept holding you, like if he didn’t he wouldn’t be able to stand upright. You took his hands as you surveyed his appearance. The bandana that kept his hair in check was askew, and his hair was knotted from the sea breeze. His clothes lightly smelled like sweat and the brine of the ocean, and his strong hands were slightly red and his palms calloused. He needed to relax, but he would never ask for it. You tucked some tangled hair behind his ear. “Why don’t you go shower and change, and I’ll make you some food?”

“It’s my turn to cook tonight,” he protested weakly.

“Don’t worry about that,” you said, cupping his cheek with one hand and kissing the other. “Just go and clean up, cyare.”

Hunter smiled, evidently too tired to argue and softened by the endearment. He pulled you in for a gentle kiss that almost made you forget your name before pulling away from you and going to shower. You smiled as you heard the door close and the water turn on.

The water running quickly became a comforting kind of white noise as you made Hunter a sandwich with the Pabu’s famous seeded bread that he loved so much. You just finished cutting the sandwich diagonally when you heard the water shut off and the bathroom door open a few minutes later. Hunter emerged with loose pants hanging low on his hips and a sleeveless undershirt, wet hair stuck to the skin around his collarbones and neck. He looked a little more refreshed, his tattooed face a little brighter as he ran the towel over his wet hair.

“Better?”

“Much,” he draped the towel around his neck as you pushed the plate with the sandwich across the bench. He smiled at you with such gratitude you would’ve thought you had done more than just make him a snack. “Thank you,” he took the plate.

You returned the smile. “You’re welcome.”

You poured him a glass of cool water and then you both made your way over to the couch to sit down. You pulled your legs up under you to face him as he leaned forward to eat over the plate he’d placed on the caf table. You watched the tendons in his neck move as he took a bite, he hummed in enjoyment, making you smile. “Good?”

He nodded. “Thank you,” he repeated after swallowing. “Tell me about your day?” he asked eyes meeting yours in genuine curiosity as he took another bite.

You launched into a retelling of your day; a trip to the market and the bakery for the bread with Omega before dropping her off to help Tech and Phee with cataloguing the Archium, then helping an elderly neighbour with her pruning since her hands often locked up before coming home and tidying things up after Omega stayed with you both last night. She tended to hop around to each of her brothers’ bungalows, but this was her home base.

Hunter listened intently as he ate. You watched him as you spoke, almost getting distracted by the way his hair fell in his face as he leaned over the plate so it would catch any crumbs. You reached out and placed some damp hair behind his ear, curling it gently. These moments between you were so practised that you often didn’t notice them anymore. Both of you just moving with each other automatically. You didn’t notice touching Hunter’s hair, softly running your fingers through it. You didn’t notice when he offered you a bite of his sandwich wordlessly, and you took one mid-sentence, covering your mouth as you talked around it while he took a bite where you just did.

There was an ease with Hunter that meant these moments, however insignificant, made up the pattern of your intertwined lives. Both of you weaved together effortlessly as if you were always meant to.

After Hunter finished eating and his glass of water was empty, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. You shuffled closer and ran your fingernails over his scalp. “Today was pretty tiring, huh?”

Hunter peeked open an eye and nodded. “Since Shep opened up the surrounding islands for settlement, there’s always shipments coming and going, things to load and unload. Today felt longer than others.”

You smiled sympathetically. “You’re doing good, you’re a great help to everyone.”

Hunter smiled and reached to grab the hand resting in your lap, squeezing it as his thumb caressed the back of it. “Thanks, mesh’la.”

You smiled and gently tugged him closer and guided his head down, so his head could lay down in your lap. As soon as he realised what you were trying to do, he scooted down so he was comfortable and closed his eyes, sighing with content. You chuckled and looked down at him. “Comfortable?”

“Extremely.”

You laughed again and continued running your fingers through his damp locks, which were already starting to curl up as they dried in the setting sun’s heat that permeated the bungalow.

Instead of talking, you let him rest, watching his rest rise and fall. You adjusted yourself carefully under him, angling his head slightly so you had more access to his hair. You combed through it gently with your fingers before sectioning it in two, and then into three smaller sections on each side, braiding his hair. You softly tugged the hair as you weaved the strands together, watching his face and body slowly relax from the movement of your hands against his scalp. He loved it when you played with his hair. It soothed him in a way nothing else did.

You finished off one side before starting on the other, and by the time you were done with the braids, Hunter was asleep, his breathing deep and even. You smiled, gently brushing the bare side of his face with the back of your fingers, warmth filling your chest at the sleeping man of yours. You were glad he could finally rest.

Hunter stirred a little from the touch, reaching up to cradle your hand to his face.  He cracked one eye open. He was always a light sleeper.

“Sorry, go back to sleep,” you whispered, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Closer,” he mumbled still half asleep, tugged your hand, making you smile.

You both readjusted, him lifting his head so you could get out from under him before he pulled you down, so you lay with him, head resting on his chest. Hunter’s arms went around you, one of his hands running up and down your arm as if soothing himself back into a slumber. You relaxed too, his steady heartbeat under your ear. Soon, his touch stilled, turning limp as he fell asleep again. You smiled before closing your eyes too.

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[flowerandblood]

The Impossible Choice (44)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, violence ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

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After what he had said to her, after he had confessed his deepest hidden thoughts to her, he had exposed the dark side of his heart, he felt that his wife had finally seen him as he was. He was an unpredictable, cruel, possessive man who wanted her for himself, and now that she was his, he could take her as many times as he wanted.

So that's what he did.

He caressed her with his tongue, and then fucked her with his length aching with arousal, because he could, because he wanted to, because he had to. And even though his words as he fucked her, sliding in and out of her with deep, intense movements proved that he owned her, she still responded the same way.

I love you.

He was ashamed of how quickly he was reaching his peak after hearing those words struggling to come out of her mouth, so he waited with them until the very end, when he was already on the verge of fulfilment, and then made her say it again and again, cumming inside her with a sigh of relief.

He collapsed on top of her, panting loudly, crushing her with his body, careful, however, to cause no harm to her or their child. They were both breathing anxiously, and he swallowed loudly, looking at her sweaty face, feeling her body quiver under him from the exertion.

He loved her.

He'd known it for a long time, felt it in his veins, his affection for her burning inside him like fire.

"I…fuck." He hissed, clenching his eye, feeling the words get stuck in his throat. He felt shame, felt a barrier. He was a prince, his father the king and mother the queen had never spoken those words in front of him. They seemed foreign to him, mysterious, even naïve.

If someone had asked him before his nuptials if he would ever confess love to any woman or his wife he would have laughed out loud, saying that love was the fairy tales of sweet, innocent girls, a pathetic attempt to add something to the fucking and romance that would give them meaning.

But now, as he lay beside her, his wife, his Maiden, feeling her throbbing body beneath him, her scent filling his nostrils, still being deep inside her, filled with his seed, he felt only adoration. He realised suddenly, surprised, that he had changed.

He shuddered when he heard her soft, quiet voice.

"Don't force yourself to say it. I didn't confess it to you to make you say the same words, husband. You are showing me the enormity of your feelings in a way that any other woman in my position would dream of." She whispered tenderly, but he froze, swallowing hard, feeling for some reason pain at her words.

He realised how carefully she watched him, how well she knew what he needed and what made him uncomfortable. She never forced him to do anything that caused him pain or frustration, never drew out him tender words and assurances of his affection and fidelity.

He realised that she had never asked him to embrace her, to hug her, to say a tender word to her. At the beginning of their marriage he did not even touch her, let her cry in his presence and did not even look at her. He took her virginity and then turned his back on her without even asking her if she needed anything, if he hurt her, if she needed him to embrace her.

He didn't even ask her if she was ready.

Whether he should slow down.

Whether she was afraid of him.

He pressed his lips together feeling the tears gathering in his eye with embarrassment.

How could he have been so blind?

How could he do this to her after what he experienced in the brothel?

He had never asked her anything.

He knew nothing about her.

This realisation crushed him, and his question, asked in a trembling voice, came from his throat involuntarily as a low, uncertain murmur.

"… did your father and brother… tell you this?" He asked uncertainly, feeling the need to know more about her. To get to know the woman he had been obsessed with even before he met her.

The war was before them and he felt fear at the thought that he might soon lose the opportunity to ask her these questions.

That he might die.

He felt her twist in surprise, and had the impression she was smiling.

"… yes. Royce less often, rather when I was crying to comfort me. However, our father often told us that he loved us. He called us his beloved bunch. He always said: two hawks and four doves." She said softly, lightly, tenderly, and he swallowed quietly, sliding off her body and turning sideways with her, his soft manhood still deep inside her. His fingers ran involuntarily over her arm.

"What did he mean?" He asked finally, and his wife began to tell him about herself and her siblings. He smiled at her mention of playing great battles with her brother, imagining her as a small child running through the forest with a wooden sword. When she mentioned her mother, he pressed his lips together.

Should he ask?

"What happened to your mother?" He asked uncertainly, pressing her tighter against him, wanting to soften his question, and he felt her body solidify in his arms while she swallowed loudly. She was silent for a long moment, breathing unevenly.

"She caught a cold on one of our hunting trips and fell ill. My father never forgave himself, because he had promised her that they would come back sooner. Everything was prolonged while we waited in the camp, it was cold and raining all around. She got a fever, fell asleep and didn't wake up again." She whispered, he could hear her throat tighten, that remembering it all caused her pain.

My father never forgave himself, because he had promised her that they would come back sooner.

She got a fever, fell asleep and didn't wake up again.

He wondered if her mother was to her father what she was to him. Was this why Borros did not take a second wife.

Was it the same reason his father-king did not love him, but loved his sister.

He never spoke to him about Aemma. He felt furious when sometimes at dinner he addressed his mother like that, causing her pain. He wondered how he could be so thoughtless and cruel, why in his eyes they were not worthy of his love.

But now, as his beloved wife whom he had taken for himself under the stars lay before him with his child in her womb he finally understood him.

He imagined his father embracing Aemma in the same way, holding his hand on her womb when she was expecting his next child, praying with her that the child would survive and that it would be a boy.

He imagined watching as they cut open her womb.

He shuddered at the thought and decided that he would never do that to her. He would let her decide.

He would never hurt her like that.

He felt he needed to dissuade his mind from these grim thoughts and he grunted quietly.

"Were you close with each other?" He asked quietly and heard her sigh, her hand tightening on his arm that embraced her, protecting her from the cold and the danger that awaited her beyond the confines of their tent.

"She couldn't understand me like my father did. I think now that I'm older, I understand her better and maybe now we would…" She said, and her voice broke. He felt pain hearing it, his fingers still running over her warm skin.

He too had to accept that he would never ask his father about many things again.

That he would never truly understand him again.

"She surely was a wonderful woman." He assured her softly, and she nodded, sighing quietly. "Where is she buried?"

His wife swallowed quietly, trying to calm herself.

"In the crypts in Storm's End." She whispered. He was silent for a moment, thinking about her words.

"When the war is over, I would like to pay tribute to her in the crypts of your ancestors. To the woman who brought my beloved wife into this world." He said softly, and she turned towards him, wanting to look at him.

He pressed his nose to her wet cheek, and she stroked his face with her fingers. They kissed gently, tenderly with a wet, sticky click, and looked at each other.

"I'd be honoured if you'd like to do that." She whispered and he embraced her, laying back behind her, their hands entwined on her womb.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear so quietly he wasn't sure she heard. He felt her body tremble, however, her hand tightening on his. He had a feeling she was crying again and he kissed her neck gently. She didn't respond to his confession, but she didn't need to.

He knew how she felt.

The words left his chest with such lightness that he felt surprised. He murmured low, sinking his face into her soft dark hair, and fell asleep surrounded by the warmth of her body.

In the morning, he rose before dawn and left immediately after a servant helped him put on his armour, not wanting to wake her. He headed for the tent where all the commanders, including his brother, were waiting for him.

He and Royce threw each other warning glances, but his wife's older brother broke and nodded before him. He knew that telling his sister about their father's bastard child had been a mistake, and now he feared that Borros would find out that she had found out through him.

Beside him, Daeron, Criston, Lord Lannister and Lord Baratheon, he also saw before him his uncle, his mother's brother, Gwayn Hightower, a tower with flame on the top on his armour, a green cloak on his left shoulder. He bowed before him respectfully.

"My prince. In accordance with the will of my father, and your grandfather, and my nephew-king, I arrive with reinforcements to bring a final end to the cause of the Black's." He said calmly, Aemond nodded, inviting him with a gesture of his hand to join the entire gathering. Along with his uncle came several other commanders, vassals of House Hightower.

Aemond nodded to the rest of the men, and a tense silence ensued around him. Daeron stood at his right side, looking almost manly in his armour. Aemond swallowed loudly at this thought and began to speak, looking at the map in front of him.

"Prince Daemon came up with the idea to find bastards born of dragon blood and train them to be dragon riders. Help them tame free dragons." He said, and a commotion echoed around him, the men beginning to whisper to each other anxiously. Borros leaned with his hands on the table, looking at him expectantly.

"Is it possible? How many such dragons can be found around Dragonstone and Vale?" He asked lowly.

"Too many. In accordance with my brother-king's wishes, I have ordered my trusted men to deal with any known dragon bastards. I hope they die within the next few days." He said calmly, the men looked at each other with uncertainty, Daeron glancing at him, shifting anxiously from foot to foot.

"What if they've already found someone? If they're already training them?" Borros continued. Aemond sighed heavily.

"Then we will find ourselves in trouble, my lord." He said with emphasis. "However, a dragon is not a slave, the fact that they will be able to get on top of them does not necessarily mean that they will obey their orders." He said, looking away. Borros snorted.

"It is enough for them to breathe fire at their command. Is it not?" He asked disapprovingly, and Aemond sighed heavily, clenching his eye. His uncle grunted loudly, stepping closer to the table.

"In that case… if we have such suspicions… shouldn't we attack beforehand? Surprise them?" He asked, glancing at Borros, clearly seeing him as the commander-in-chief of the entire war, which indeed he was. Lord Baratheon shook his head.

"They will destroy us. They will hide among the hills, they will have a perfect view of us from above. We will be in the field open, their archers and crossbowmen will destroy us before we can reach their army." He said impatiently, pointing with a circular motion of his hand to the mountainous area on the map described as the Vale. Lord Hightower pressed his lips together.

"However, if we were to surprise them, if it was suddenly my nephews who attacked the Eyrie where Prince Daemon now resides on their dragons, they could prepare the ground for our cavalry and infantry to attack. They think we are afraid of them, that we will not move, meanwhile they are growing stronger every day." He said, looking at the men around him. There was an awkward silence.

Aemond looked at the men around him and understood what they were thinking about.

They were afraid.

Everyone wanted to return alive to their homes.

Everyone hoped that the war had a chance to end peacefully.

He knew, however, that with Rhaenyra's letter confirming Jace as heir to the throne, it had dashed any hope of peace in his eyes.

He made his decision the moment he saw Caraxes flame embrace Harrenhal.

The moment he thought his wife was dead.

"My uncle is right." He said, trying to hide the tremor in his voice, the horror of what he was doing. He put his hands on the table in front of him clenching his lips, his heart pounding like mad.

He was doing it. The decision was his.

Either he would make the move, or Daemon would.

And then they would all die.

"We will attack them tomorrow before dawn. So that they will not see us. We will fly up quietly, our army will wait behind the hills all around and will only come out to attack when they see the flames burning Eyrie." He said in a defiant tone and looked at his wife's father.

Borros looked at him with a look he had never seen from him before. Terror and concern mingled in his eyes, as if he had just realised that his daughter's husband was not much older than her.

Although my mother treats my wife as her daughter, you do not treat me as your son.

He looked at him, pleading in his mind for advice. For the support he had never experienced from his father. For strength.

Borros finally nodded, swallowing hard.

"We need to plan all this carefully." He said, turning after a moment to the servants standing at the entrance. "Inform the sub-commanders to begin preparations for the march on the Eyrie. They are to be ready before nightfall arrives."

Aemond looked at him wide-eyed, not believing what he said.

He supported him.

He supported him in front of everyone. He showed no hesitation even though he could, despite the risks he was taking on himself and his firstborn son.

He did what his own father could not.

He did not let him down.

He lowered his gaze at the thought of what he had said to him and felt ashamed.

However, it was too late.

For the next few hours they talked without any interruption about the plan of action, explaining exactly the order in which they would carry out each step. Aemond and Daeron were to fly to the front of the army under cover of darkness, attacking only at the Eyrie. At their cue, their army was to take the attack by storm.

When all was clear and decided, Borros came out of the tent saying that he needed to speak to his daughter. Aemond felt a tightening in his stomach and looked at Royce, who threw him a hateful glance.

He knew that Royce did not agree with his decision, that he thought he was leading them to their deaths, to unnecessary suffering for a king-drinker and rapist.

However, he did not say a word because he was true to his father. Because he was a good son who loved and respected his sire. He felt a sudden stab of jealousy at this thought and lowered his gaze, ashamed.

Once everyone had left he looked at his little brother and saw that he was pale, his lips tightened into line. He put his hand on his shoulder, wanting to give him encouragement.

"We're going to do this together. You and me." He said calmly, and his brother looked at him, fear and gratitude in his eyes at the same time.

Daeron surprised him completely when he suddenly hugged him and he froze, not knowing what to do. He thought with pain that his brother was in fact still a child, and he had just told him that he would go into battle with him in the front line, that everything depended on their success.

He gave him a strong hug and felt his brother tremble. He pressed his lips together, thinking reproachfully that all his life he had been afraid to show any weakness, but now that he was holding his terrified younger brother in his embrace he realised that there was nothing in it to belittle him and he himself felt better with the fear that filled his heart.

Daeron, clearly ashamed of his momentary weakness and the reactions of his body that he could not control let him go, grunted and said he would go and get ready.

Aemond went to the table, took a piece of parchment and quickly wrote a letter, which he rolled up. He called a servant and told him that the message was to be delivered as soon as possible to the king himself before the evening.

After everything was done, he went outside, feeling strangely heavy and tired, his stomach, heart and throat unpleasantly compressed. He entered the tent and saw his wife snuggled up to her father, a stream of tears on her face. Her father was embracing her as his father-king had never embraced him.

Tenderly, with care, warmth, love and attention.

Borros kissed her hair and let her go, heading for the exit, and she led him away with terrified eyes, her lips slightly parted in helplessness. She looked at him suddenly, and he felt crushed under the weight of that gaze.

He was leaving her.

He was leaving her, never to return perhaps.

He looked at her figure, which seemed to him even tinier than usual, her hand placed on her womb as if to protect their child from his decision, from what was about to happen. He approached her slowly and stepped over her, looking down at her.

"If I do not return, you will do whatever Rheanyra wants. You will bend the knee. Do you understand?" He asked coolly, feeling his lower lip tremble as he spoke the words.

She would not burn with him.

Even if he died, she was going to live.

She shook her head, looking at him with wide eyes as if she did not understand the meaning of the words she had just heard, a tear involuntarily flowed from the corner of her eye.

"Daemon has a weakness for you, moreover you are pregnant. You will say that I forced you and according to his will you tried to convince me to change my mind. If your father and brother survive, also let them submit to the will of him and my sister. I will not consider this a betrayal against me." He spoke the last sentence in a whisper, grasping her red, wet face in his hands with a gentleness he would not have suspected himself of a year earlier.

"− don't leave me here −" She mumbled with difficulty, her throat tightened, her breathing ragged and loud, shaky. He felt a sting in his heart at this sight.

"− you promised me that after Harrenhal you would never leave me again − take me with you − I want to be by your side − I −" She said suddenly, clamping her hand on the epaulet of his armour, looking at him pleadingly.

She didn't finish because his lips pressed violently into hers drawing a helpless, drawn-out squeal from her, his hands clamped on her hair and neck pulling her to him suddenly, her body slamming against his armour. Their kisses were a mixture of their wet lips, sticky tongues, panting and shuddering cries breaking out again and again from her throat.

She threw her arms around his shoulders, pressing his face closer to hers, seeking comfort in his embrace, in his lips, his breath and his gaze. He pressed his forehead against hers, breathing unevenly, feeling his heart beat hard.

"I want to spend the next few hours with you and our child."

He wasn't sure where her body began and his ended. He was panting with his lips slightly parted as he looked at her with misty eyes, embracing her waist with one hand, the other holding her face close to his as they sat on their bed, his hips moving inside her as she sank and rose on his length. Her movements were slow and tender, not so much seeking fulfilment as craving total closeness, the warmth that only two naked bodies could give each other.

He kissed the salty tears from her cheeks, brushing her nose, her jaw, her neck, trying to remember the sight, to focus only on her and not on what lay ahead. After a while, she stopped moving and just embraced him, pressing her face against his, stroking his cheeks with her fingers. He pulsed hard inside her, but didn't move either. Neither of them was about fulfilment now, and they both knew it.

He hugged her close and she hid her face in the hollow of his neck, her sweat-wet breasts pressed against his chest, her hot womb against his abdomen. She was safe, locked in his embrace, filled to the brim with him.

He wanted to stay with her.

He wanted to be able to be a coward.

To sink into the body of the woman he loved and fall asleep beside her.

But he couldn't.

"Promise me you'll come back to me." She whispered softly, and he pressed his lips together, feeling a tightness in his throat, an unpleasant pain stinging his chest. He was silent for a moment, feeling her whole body tremble with despair in his embrace. He licked his lips before the words left his mouth.

"I promise."

_____

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[pupyuj]

ena bestie 2 words

ROCKSTAR YUJIN

*runs*

🪿🪿🪿🪿🪿

GAWD... i absolutely love band aus i eat them up like crazy. also i'm mixing these asks together cuz why not! YUJIN COCK‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

listen... being her biggest fan and going to most of her band's live shows,, and you're always standing at the front with wide, shiny eyes just completely enamoured by yujin as she sings and plays her guitar,, and ofc you're cute asf so yujin takes notice of you and starts chatting you up after a small gig 🫣🫣 she's not subtle about the way she feels about you at all! from the way she constantly touched you, shot flirty remarks towards you, and looked you up and down several times... this girl wants to fuck you 😵‍💫 and who were you to say no when she asks you to come over her place???

see, yujin had this elaborate plan to get you drunk enough to submit to her but she didn't have to do anything to get you on your knees—in fact, you were the one who begged for yujin to use you as she pleases! ☺️ and since yujin found you so endearing, she gives you what you have always wanted 😳 literally having hearts in your eyes once yujin takes off her pants and lets you pull down her boxers,, "can you take it, baby?" she would ask while petting your head mmmfhsjfjdkf 😵‍💫

you looked like the cutest whore to her,, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you jacked her off, hands clumsily working on her cock while she stared down at you with a smile,, oh she's got you figured out—you have never done this before, have you? 🫣 yujinnie thinking that the best way to learn was to go all the way immediately, so she grabs your jaw, tells you to open up your mouth (which you obliged immediately without question bcs you're a slut), and before you knew it, you were gagging around your favorite guitarist's cock,,

choking on her dick as you tried your best to get used to the feeling :((( yujinnie not really caring if you were having a hard time breathing bcs despite everything, your mouth felt so right on her :((( she keeps thrusting and thrusting into your mouth, each one hitting deeper than the last. her moans and your gags being the only things heard in the apartment,, "good girl, there you go..." yujin says when you started to move your head on your own,, looking up at her with glossy eyes,, "doing so good, baby... keep going." and then she grabs a fistful of your hair and starts helping you take all of her cock once again,, 🫠🫠

forcing her length down your throat, ignoring the way you gripped her thighs and your pained cries,, and soon enough you were crying, tears running down your cheeks, messing up your makeup and everything ☹️ yujinnie smirking down at the sight, "what? you're crying? didn't you want this?" and suddenly she was so mean?? glaring at you when you started to tap out, "you're not stopping until i come, whore. do your work." she says harshly, once again ignoring the way you whined in resistance,, and soon enough, she would be holding your head still with both her hands, thrusting her hips into your face, groaning and muttering curses as she used your mouth :((((

"g-gonna be a good girl, yeah? you're gonna swallow all my cum... and maybe then i'll breed that slutty pussy of yours, hm?"

mmdnhsjdjdjf definitely forces you to stay still as she dumps her cum down your throat,, but she pulls out in the middle of her climax just to jerk herself off and paint your pretty face with her cum,, and god you were such a slut that you stuck your tongue out to catch some of her semen, so fucking addicted to the way she tastes... 🫠 ofc yujin was a woman of her words, so as soon as she snapped a photo of your cum-covered face on her phone, she grabbed you by your hair and dragged you to her bedroom, throwing you onto the bed, and ripping your shorts and panties off so she could destroy your cunt 😵‍💫😵‍💫 yujinnie breeding you until her seed is oozing out of your pussy from the amount of times she came inside you.. gawd 🤤

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[user-zvs]

Kinktober

October 15th: Giyuu Tomioka

nerd!giyuu x popular!reader

summary: You were failing your classes. Giyuu is top of the school. You decided to ask him for some help

You didn't expect to get fucked by him after.

tw: rough sex, size kink, slight mention bullying, giyuu is 6'7 and is a cold goof cause I said, bruises, mentions of blood

"Fuck! I got a 7/100?" You whined. Your friend Mitsuri patted your back as Tengen laughed in your face. You crumpled the paper as you sat at the table with your group, pouting.

"I CAN ASK THAT DORK GIYUU!!" You gasped. Everyone agreed and encouraged you to go ask him to help you.

"okay I will, thanks guys." You said as you paced away to find Giyuu, He usually ate at the back of the school by himself.

-

SMUT AHEAD!

You told him to meet you at your house later, he agreed and now here you are.

"say something, idiot!" You threw an eraser at his foot, he deadpanned. He placed his Bento down before finally speaking.

"I can't talk with my mouth full." He stated. You scoffed and continuosly ignored his teaching skills.

"How about each time I get an answer right, you strip! I wanna see how ripped you are." You happily said, he sighed before nodding. He thought you wouldn't get anything right.

-

You didn't expect to be fucked by the person you bullied. He bent you over on your bed and pressed on your back, making you arch more. His roughness causing your ass to recoil at every thrust, you whimpered at every thrust.

"Giyu~ s-mmh slow down!" You moaned. His response was gripping your hips even harder bruising you a bit. His nails dug deep into your skin as he ravished you, drawing blood.

Each thrust pushed your head into the pillow as he slapped your ass. He moaned at the way your walls clenched around him. It was making him weak.

"I'm gonn- fuck ugh-" Giyuu panted, cumming inside you. He humped you a few more times, shoving his seed back inside you. He pulled out and got onto the floor, you followed him.

You sat on your knees as you placed his length in your mouth, slowly sucking him off. His large hands gripped your hair and glided you on his dick.

Your cheeks puffed up with every bob of your head, eyes glossy as you looked up into Giyuu's phone camera. He pushed your head faster and let out a sigh as you moved your tongue a bit.

"I-i'm gonna go faster- shit!" He muttered. His hips stuttered before moving at a faster pace, causing you to moan around his dick.

Drool fell on your chin as he fucked your mouth, wet slaps can be heard through out the house. His moans got louder as you rubbed his balls while he thrusted into your mouth. Your mascara ran down your face as you looked up into his phone camera.

"Y/n~" He moaned before he came into your mouth, his hot semen hitting the back of your throat and his dick twitching in your mouth. You stuck out your tongue for him to release the rest of his load onto your face.

-

You slept for a bit after having sex with Giyuu, it was a good sleep until you heard your phone ring. You woke up scrambling to find your phone so you could go back to sleep, once you found it you called the number back.

"Hello? Oh hi Sanemi." You chirped. Giyuu woke up feeling needy and tapped your shoulder. You looked in his direction and climbed onto his lap, he alinged himself before slowly pulling you down on him.

"Yeah no, continue!" You said to Sanemi as he talked about his fight with Kanae. Giyuu bucked his hips forward, making you let out a small noise. You slowly bounced on his dick as you talked with sanemi, trying to stay quiet.

"f-fuck, so she said you w-were an asshole?" You gasped. Giyuu thrusted upwards fucking you back as he played with your nipple. You put the phone on mute before letting out a moan, he sat up and sucked on your neck.

"y-yeah I'm still here! " You accidently let out a whimper. Giyuu bit into your collarbone and pulled your hair back so he could have more space. Sanemi hung up the phone after a while, you groaned at the feeling of Giyuu's dick hit your g-spot.

"giyuu- mmh fuck more~" You sighed. Your tits bounced with each thrust he made, tears fell as he roughly gripped your hips. Your walls clenched around him as you came on his cock, he hissed at the feeling of your pussy gripping his dick.

He fucked you until he came into your cunt. You laid in his arms as he covered you both and nuzzled his face into your neck.

"will you stop picking on me?" He whispered in your ear. You giggled at his cuteness.

"who knows, if we can keep this up I might stop." You yawned.

Sorry this is late, I'm very sick At the moment but at least I finished.

Tags: @ladytamayolover

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[fuckmyskywalker]

❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡 : 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 - 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

— CW: 18+. Smut. Blowjob. Mild rimjob. Cum play. | Word Count: 0.8k (not proofread!)

— a/n: There is no excuse. I legit forgot to finish it and I got the flu so I'm stuck in bed coughing like a dog.

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

“But what if he hears us?” Luke asks, looking side to side as you kneel between his legs. “If your brother sees us he is going to beat my ass.”

You scoff, lowering his white boxers and wrapping a hand around the base of his cock ignoring the way his breath hitches. “Relax, baby. Han won’t find out. He passed out in his room.” 

He tries to protest again but it quickly dies when you slide his cock down your throat. This isn’t the welcoming he had in mind but it sure is… eventful. Luke bites his lower lip to stay quiet, he knows not even a bomb threat could wake up Han but still— he is terrified. Reaching for a pillow he scrapes his short nails on the fabric while biting the back of his left hand. “I really think this is a bad idea…” He pants, spreading his thighs further.

Ignoring him, you suck the head, hollowing your cheeks and keeping your eyes on him. It’s so pretty how easy it is to get the blonde flustered and blabbering, and he makes such pretty noises… definitely the loud type. His breath grows heavier until he can’t resist any longer, groaning loudly, Luke arches his body towards you. You pull back with a scolding look, slapping his thigh softly. “He will listen if you moan like that.”

“S–Sorry!” Luke whispers, his cheeks red like flames. “It just feels so good—”

“I know it does. But shut up.”

Returning your mouth around the head of his cock, Luke gasps at how soft and warm your lips feel. Your tongue licks against the sensitive spot beneath the tip, making him quiver with pleasure, determined to tease him, your hands caress his thighs, moving higher and to his sides. Luke immediately gets the message and lifts his hips slightly, granting you easier access to reach his asscheeks. His hips buckle involuntarily, thrusting his cock deeper. You gag but you are determined to make him lose his mind— regardless of how nasty things got. Luke’s head hangs from the backrest, panting and letting go of the pillow to grip the armrest tightly. He feels like he is floating in a cloud of euphoria; a feeling only you can cause on him. Only you can make his mind drift away from everything else but this moment— even forgetting that his friend is in the next room, completely oblivious of his younger sibling skillfully deepthroating him. 

 You couldn’t help but moan around his cock, enjoying the way he becomes putty in your hands with a simple blowjob. Teasing him further, your index finger began to circle his thigh hole, making Luke’s entire body jolt and choke with his own groans and moans. He is being a little too loud now. It was a sensation he wasn’t entirely familiar with yet— something strange yet incredibly erotic. His hips were moving on their own now, thrusting against your mouth with increasing intensity. 

“Wait, I’m close,” He mumbles, trying to warn you. He looks over his shoulder again to the hallway, hoping his fucking best friend doesn’t cockblock him. “Please— I can’t hold it any longer.”

Perhaps you were feeling generous tonight because instead of edging him as you would normally do, you increased the pace slightly, your wet tongue dancing around his cock. Your index barely manages to slide inside his hole when Luke finally breaks, pushing your head with his palm all the way down until your forehead practically brushes against his lower abdomen. Closing your eyes to fight the natural gag reflex, your toes curl when he releases his hot seed, painting your throat— it amazes you how much the blonde can come, some of his cum escaping the corners of your mouth and trickling down your chin. Swallowing greedily, Luke wipes the sweat off his forehead with a sigh, helping you stand up before fixing his pants. 

“You are crazy,” He smiles, pulling you closer and bringing you to his lap, kissing you and unashamedly tasting his own essence that lingers on your tongue. “That was— perfect.” His blue eyes fixate on yours, filled with adoration. Something about Luke and his pathetic capability of falling in love with anyone who showers him with attention. 

“Yeah?” You reply with a giggle, rubbing your nose against his. “Well, take it as a welcome gift after a long mission.”

Both of your smiles disappear when one of the hallway doors opens— the figure of Han emerging from it. He rubs his eyes, yawning before looking in your direction. His eyes widen when he sees you on top of Luke. “What is going on?” He asks, voice groggy but utterly confused. 

Luke blushes, gripping your hips harder. You scoff and look away. “None of your fucking business.”

“So you were making those noises?” Han looks disgusted but says nothing else, slamming the bathroom door behind him.

“Wait—” Luke turns back at you, still slightly dazed by his orgasm. “Did he… he thinks you were the one moaning?”

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[heavenlyfay3]

By Sawyer-Lovely little fanfic for you guys until im done with the other three🤗

warnings:dubcon stepcest smut breeding

Rafe x Reader

There you were stuck under your bed trying to get the shoes you left on your bedroom floor weeks ago. your skirt was ridden up revealing your ass you were squirming trying to get out but realizing it wasn’t happening unless someone helped you.

“God, things like this only happen to me”

You remembered you left your door slightly open so if you yelled hoping someone might hear you

“Hello is anyone there? Sarah…someone help I'm stuck!”

“Y/n?”

you immediately recognized the voice of your stepbrother Rafe

“Rafe!? hey help me I'm stuck!”

“yea i can see that and in a very flattering position”

“what Rafe? just help me please!” you couldn’t hear very well under your bed so you disregarded what he said thinking you misheard him

“Fine i’ll help you” Rafe grabbed your hips and tried pulling you from under your bed each time he yanked you, your ass jiggled and he couldn’t help but notice.

“come on Rafe your not even trying!” you said annoyed that you were still stuck

“well if you’re gonna be a brat about it then maybe i won’t help you”

“huh what do you mean?”

Rafe didn’t say anything he just grabbed you and lifted your ass up so that it was in the air (you could’ve 100% got yourself out you knew what you were doing😜)

“did you really need help? or did you just want some attention?” Rafe said giving your ass a light slap

“i-i didn’t realize I could get myself out” (LIAR🫵🏽)

“I mean if you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked Princess,” Rafe said pulling your panties to the side

he pushed down his pants and pulled out his cock he slowly rubbed his tip along your slit just as he got to your hole he started slowly pushing his cock inside you

“Oh my god” your jaw went slack at the feeling of him stuffing his huge cock Inside you, you couldn't help but grip the carpet underneath your hands

He immediately started thrusting deep and slow You could hear him groaning “Rafe w-we shouldn’t be doing this”

he held your hips and started thrusting faster hitting all the right spots and making your eyebrows knit together you covered your mouth to stop from moaning

You can't help it the feeling of his cock is sending you over the edge. your cunt is taking him so well and you couldn’t think straight you couldn’t help moaning and whimpering

You can feel every inch of him as it slides in and out of you, with each thrust you got louder and louder it was so wrong but it felt so good

his thrust became sloppier and his breathing became heavier you could feel his cock twitch inside you

You start moving back onto his cock fucking yourself as he cums inside you his hot seed filling you up as it throbs and twitches he's whimpering and groaning in such a slutty way

you cum around his now soft cock still inside you as he tries to catch his breath "holy shit"

a/n: idk idk Sometimes it's really hard to like explain sexual situations I'm trying my best tho!🥲👍🏽

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[gojo-enthusiast]

Chapter Nine — Marry Me (Mature)

Master Zenin - Toji Fushiguro Series — Reblog & Like

Chapter Nine

“I need you too breathe in for me.” He says, you do as he says, as he lines up his cock to your entrance. “Breathe out baby.” He says, as you do so, he’s slowly pushing in. He only has the tip in, and you’re wincing in pain. “S-so big. It h-hurts.” You cry out, “I know baby, I know.” He acknowledges, kissing your cheek. “Hey look at me.” He moans, he can’t help but feel amazing when you’re hugging his dick so tight. “We can get some dinner, I’ll order something to come to the room. How does that sound?” He says, trying to distract you. “Mmhmm, I l-like that idea.” You respond, your body naturally loosening up as he distracts you. “Do you wanna stay here for a couple days? Or do you want to- go-go back h-home?” He lightly stutters trying to keep you distracted. “I want to go home with y-you.” You say, and finally when you are relaxed enough, he pushes the rest of his inches into you, taking your breath away. “Breathe baby, breathe. I’m not gonna move yet.” He says, his hair had stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He was in pure bliss, your pussy hugged around his cock so perfectly, he felt like he could just die right here, and melt into you. “S-so good. You feel so good.” He moans into your ear.

He lightly starts to thrust, getting you adjusted to his monstrous size. Pulling whimpers from your lips. Tears were coming down your face, you were in so much pain, but there was a hint of pleasure that started creeping in. “How are you doing baby doll?” He groans. You just nod, trying to get used to this stretch, while you had your arms wrapped around his neck. Finally the pleasure is greater than the pain, and he notices it on your face. The soft moans escaping your lips, and the way his name rolls off your tongue with each thrust. “Baby you feel good?” He asks, “y-yeah.” You moan. “Imma go ‘lil faster.” He pants, bucking his hips, quickening his pace, your nails are running down his back, you feel the way his muscles are tightening on the back. You haven’t realized how toned and built this man was until he’s laying over you with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He moans out, “your pussy was made just for me.” He adds, he’s saying the most filthiest things in your ear, causing your ears and cheeks to heat up.

“Pretty little virgin pussy. You feel my cock stretch you out baby?” “You like the way I am hitting this spot.” As he says that he’s hitting your g-spot, pulling moans and whimpers from your mouth. “I want you to squirt on my cock princess. Let’s soak these sheet. Let’s show everyone who I belong to, and who belongs to me.” Your face is on fire from embarrassment, you couldn’t believe he was saying those things to you. He is thrusting at such a quick and ungodly pace, he no longer was being gentle, he was claiming you, he was marking you of his territory. If he could engrave it into your skin, he would, he would get his name tattooed right on your skin so that if any man tried to touch you, they would know who you belong to. And same with himself. As he’s thrusting into you, he’s thinking of where he can engrave your name onto himself, because you’re a woman he will never let go of.

He pushes his hand in between your sweaty bodies, and starts rubbing your clit quickly. He was so close, and wanted you to come at the same time as him. “Toji- right there.” Your moaning out, he is thrusting sloppily, and after a couple thrust, your squirting onto him, and his seed is shooting deep into you. He is sloppily thrusting into you still, thrusting both of your cum into you. As he looks down, he sees both of your juices and a hint of your blood coating his cock. He finally slows down, pulling you on top of him, while he still has your pussy plugged with his cock.

“Fuck…” he moans, pulling out. You groan out loudly, feeling the emptiness. Your hole was contracting, trying to grip onto something that wasn’t there. “Toji-that felt so good.” You say, catching your breath, lying on his chest. “That was amazing.” He huffs out.

He looks up at you, pushing your hair behind your ears. He smiles, and says— “marry me.” You know you should say no, you know you had only been here for a month, but your walls have been broken down by Toji Zenin. You could never love another man the way you loved him.

You Y/N Fushiguro had fallen madly in love with Toji Zenin. And there was no letting him go.

“Yes, I’ll marry you Toji. I’ll be your wife.” You kiss the big man lying underneath you. “I love you Toji, I have loved you my whole life.” You whisper into his ear, before falling asleep.

*plot twist, you are the Fushiguro :’)*

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[butch-corvid]

imagining going to a party with some women I’m kind of friendly with. classmates, coworkers, girls who I’ve hung out with a few times. walking into a room where everyone knows I’m a free use toy. I don’t know it, of course, but that doesn’t matter. I get a bit high or drunk or maybe my keys conveniently go missing. In any case, I can’t leave the party. I’m stuck there until I sober up and/or find my keys. And since I’m ovulating, I figure I could find someone to help me relieve the sexual frustration.

I flirt with a cute girl I’ve always had a crush on until she pulls me into an empty bedroom, gropes and fingers and licks me until I melt in her arms, and then flips up her skirt to reveal her pretty cock, tenting her panties. I tell her that I didn’t bring a condom and that I’m not on birth control, and agree to let her use my boytits to get off instead. she humps my chest, rubs the tip of her dick all over my lips, and jerks off over me. And then, after the first few drops of cum land on my tits, pushes her pulsing, twitching, cumming cock deep inside my soaked pussy. It slides right in, breeding me. I freak out on her as she apologizes (I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t realize I was cumming I just wanted to put the tip in please don’t be mad. I think someone might have some plan b?)

I approach the host of the party, my face flushed, hair a mess, pants just barely pulled up with my belt still unbuckled. I sheepishly ask if she has plan b. She gives me one look and laughs, knowing exactly what happened. Knowing that some woman’s cum is leaking out of my boycunt. She goes to her room and comes back, box in hand. The second I reach for it, she pulls away. Hey, now. What do I get in exchange? Come on, don’t be like that. I wanna help you out. Look at how hard your nipples are, they’re poking through your shirt. Poor thing, did you even get to cum? I’m just doing you a favor…

I try to push her away, but she just waves the plan b in front of my face. fuck, I have to do this, don’t I? I drop to my knees and let her fuck my throat until her cock gets hard, until I’m starting to feel a wet spot soak through my boxers. She dumps her load into me, stopping to strip me of my boxers when she got close. I extend my hand, reaching for the plan b, thankful that at least I can take it now. I can ensure that my needy, fertile cunt doesn’t get inseminated with the seed of two near-strangers. But then…someone grabs it from the woman who just fucked me. They give her a pat on the back. Good job, getting it undressed.

Excuse me? How long were they there? I didn’t notice anyone watching us. And then I realize: the door was wide open, all the party guests getting off to the sight of me debasing myself. And since I got them all worked up, it’s only fair I offer myself up to them. I lose track of who has the plan b. I’ll take it eventually. It shouldn’t matter how much cum is pumped into me beforehand, right?

As long as they take mercy on me and give me the pill after, they can make my unprotected cunt their freeuse cumdump for the whole night.

#breeding. #cnc. #intox. #mine. #lesbian breeding #t4t nsft #t4t breeding #nsft concept #queer nsft

[lokisgoodgirl]

The gusset is good, but I'm still stuck on the Ragnarok pants. I'm certain they unbutton/unzip like this. It's just less obvious. And I will die on that hill.

I mean...just look at this.

Clearly, there is some kind of fastener at the hip area. There's a gap on each side you could stick your fingers in... 😏 And my kinky little brain won't stop screaming about it.

He wouldn't even have to pull them down. Then you could hold onto that leather clad ass while-- okay, this is going in Realmwalker somewhere. It must.

Sorry for that brief interruption. Carry on with your day. 🤭

Apols its taken me a minute to reply to this @lokikissesmyforehead I just kept meaning to produce my....visual aids.

Behold, a fairly technically accurate Ragnarok costume within my possession.

So the leather pants in this speciman have, as you surmise, a concealed zip down the hip/thigh area. You are also correct that one would hypothetically not have to remove the trousers fully in order to...engage.

Now, whether Loki would be faffing around with something as uncouth as a zipper on his Ragnarok leathers is debatable. I like to think that they fasten to him like Dr Strange's cloak. Seamless. Complete with sassy personality.

This is probably more in depth analysis that you wanted but hey, that's what you get with me👍and I fully endorse you including your theories in Realmwalker 🤣

Also if anyone ever writes a fic about Loki's adventures from the leather pants pov I would like to be tagged thanks

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#the sisterhood of the travelling loki pants #leather pants #loki laufeyson #lovely asks

[mencrazy]

Two on one (18+)

Summary: George doesn't manage to beat Max and Thor and ends up getting the worst of it. In the mids of the testosterone filled fighting Thor gets 'a little too excited' and Max and Thor decide to test George's title as King of the Jungle.

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"Heelp...Ape!!!" George is locked in a torturing full nelson. Max gripping tight as Thor punishes George's pits and gut.

"King of the Jungle, huh? More like Jungle Bitch" Thor taunts as he's going ham on George's open and worn out body.

"That's right, show him Thor!" Max grins as he looks from behind.

"The King of the Jungle is getting absolutely dominated. His title might get revoked by the greedy bounty hunters!"

Ape is taken over by rage and frustration. He being locked up in a cage, unable to help out his jungle brother. "For crying out loud George! Fight back!" Ape shouts beating his chest.

"Ape! George too tired...Max an Thor too strong!" George manages to let out while laughing in agony from the nonstop tickles and gut punches.

Max's eyes turn to Thor. He's sees an erection starting to bulge in Thor's tight leather pants. "Thor, you getting a little excited there?"

"Well what do ya think! I haven't came in 4 weeks trying to look for this man ape!" Thor grunts.

"Thor, what do you say we get that long needed release? I think our little jungle friend here can help us..." Max says grinning and slips his hand under George's loincloth and slips his two fingers into his tight, hairy jungle hole.

"Uuuuuh!!" George moaned as an erection started to pop up under his loincloth.

"Good idea Max!" Thor starts by taking off his shirt, then undoing his belt and pull down his pants. His rock hard erection swinf free with ropes of precum flying.

"Damn Thor, there's one heck of a load coming from you, mate." Max says in awe.

George manages to gulp in fear before Max and Thor grab him form the legs and arms and start to carry him towards the cage. They slam George's head between the bars of the cage, locking him in place.

"There! Now, let's take care of him" Max nods to Thor.

Max starts to undress as Thor grabs George's legs and moves in betweeen, admiring George's perky jungle ass.

The tips of Thor's erect cock brushes against the entrance of George's hole, making him flinch. Thor lleans back before growling and slamming his whole cock inside George's ass.

"Bullseye!" Thor and Max shout in unison. Thor pounds inside George and all George can do is moan as Thor's thick cock pounds on his walls.

Max moves closer, now naked and jerking his cock to make it harder. " Let's turn him around Thor, I want some fun too." Max grins.

George is turned on his back revealing his erect cock and sweaty, flexed body.

Thor keeps on pounding George's ass while Max grabs his and George's in between his one hand and starts to jerk off both of their cocks in unison.

"Fuuck, Max...this is fully worth leaving Miami for this!" Thor groans as he pick up his pace. "Fuuck, jungle slut!"

"Yeah, show him Thor!"

"Ape...George can't do it...George take Thor cock..." George moans. "Darn George, seems like you learnt too much from my tapes..." Ape says scratching his head.

"Fuuck Max....UuHh...I'm getting so close...I'm really fuckin close!" Thor moans. "Let it out Thor, let it out!" Max shouts.

"OoAAaHhh!" Thor roars as the power of his orgasm fills his body. George's ass is filled with Thor's warm seed.

"That's it, mate!" "Let me have a go!" Max takes Thor's place and starts fucking George's creampie.

Just as Max gets to the edge, he pulls out and showers George's body with his sperm.

"Look at that, won't ya!" Max and Thor admire their work. George is still stuck between the cage bars, now all sweaty an covered in cum.

"Hey, we shouldn't let him hanging though. Max, you're good with you mouth. Why don't you finish him off." Thor says and pats Max's shoulder

Max walks towards George grinning and kneels in between George's leg and takes his hard cock in his mouth. George has no idea what's in store for him.

#george of the jungle #fanfic #gotj

[l0sercat]

Warnings: Heavy Non-con, torturing, degradation, pleas please please don't read is your sensitive

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Stuck...

Buggy has been gone for at least a week now. I'm getting worried and can hardly think straight. He would never be away from me for this long especially without notice and supervision. He trusted me somewhat but I guess he was still paranoid I was gonna leave him.

Currently I'm laying in our bed buried in the blankets. I tried asking crew members earlier today but, either they didn't know or were to scared to speak to me. Even though I have more freedom Buggy still doesn't want me to talk to them or them to me.

I got out of our bed and pulled on one of Buggy's shirts. I made my way over to the only people who I was sure knew where he was. My steps were quiet and I was anxious to even be near them but, this was for Buggy.

As I neared the large door I heard muffled deep voices. I fidgeted with the hem of the shirt and took a deep breath. I put on a brave face and opened the door. The bright light blinded me but as my eyes adjusted I gasped at what I saw.

There was Buggy hung up on a hook by his messy knotted blue hair. The two tall strong men were sitting on a couch. My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open. Buggy shouted at me to get out and my eyes darted at him then at the men grinning. I quickly turned around and tried to dash out the door, but my arms were taken behind my back and my body pressed against Mihawk's back.

Crocodile stood up and towered over me with a big grin. "Hm what do we have here? Looks like a little doll seems to be lost" he chuckles. He looks back at Buggy who is shouting and causing ruckus in the back. Crocodile and Mihawk share a look and they both share the same thought. I gulp nervously and my legs tremble. "I-im sorry I shouldn't have disrupted you, please let me go, please.." I beg and look up at the two caging me in.

Mihawk let go of my hand and walked to the front of me. While, Crocodile smoothly came behind me and placed a hand on my waist. Mihawk placed a hand under my chin to keep me looking at him. "It's nothing personal but we finally found a way to destroy him and that is to hurt you.." Mihawk mutters

Buggy keeps on screaming and crying but it's pointless. I begin to sob as I hear there zippers being undone. Crocodile rips my pants and tears my underwear. I sob harder as the tip of his dick presses against me. Mihawk presses his tip against my lip and forcefully pushes it into me. "Don't bite or I'll slit your throat" Mihawk stared at me with no emotion.

I glare right at him and he grips my hair painfully. Crocodile finally pushes himself into me with a grunt. With a hand on my hip he starts thrusting into me. I cry harder, he was too thick and I wasn't prepared to take it. I scream around Mihawks cock and I started to slobber on it.

My fists bang against Mihawks thighs and I started to choke. It felt like my eyes were a never ending fountain of tears. I closed my eyes and my pleas slowly became quieter and eventually they stopped. Mihawk thrusts into my mouth "Already giving up?" He asks

Crocodile laughs while he grips my ass and thrusts harder into me. I cried through the immense pain he was putting me in. My body went limp and I was being held up by their dicks. I just want this to be over with. They begin their thrusts again and their warm thick seed fills my holes. I swallow Mihawks seed but it's too thick and I started to choke. He grabs my hair and pulls himself out. Crocodile keeps himself inside and walks him and I towards the couch. Mihawk follows and they both sit down. Crocodile finally pulls out and some of the seed drips out of me.

He pushes his large rough fingers inside me and shoves his cum inside. I whimper and stare at them to see their still hard. I shake my head "Please no more.." my voice falls on deaf ears as Crocodile slams himself into my mouth and Mihawk takes my ass. I scream at the sudden intrusion. Buggy just stares at the assault on his darling, he can't do anything but watch.

I feel warm liquid run out my me and I realize it must be blood. He's fucking me so hard I'm bleeding out of my ass. I start to cry more and I just wish for this to be over with. Crocodile just stares at me with his grin and he blows his cigar smoke at me. I start to cough and then choke and I have a hard time catching my breath. "Aw Crocodile don't hurt the poor sparrow like that we still need her" "What's this are you actually enjoying this?" Crocodile has amusement in his eyes "Have to say she does feel amazing so can't blame you" he chuckles "I think once this is over I will keep her and of course if you want we'll share.." Crocodile laughs

My scream is muffled around his dick. I do t want to be theirs, please no. "I don't think she's fond of that idea how sad. Not like she has a choice though" Mihawk says and snaps his hips. Mihawk quickens his pace and quickly pulls out and cums on my back some of seed get on my hair. Crocodile bobs my head faster and forces my head at his base my nose buried in his pubes. His seed paints my throat white and he release's me. I start to cough and catch my breathe.

"Bastards.." I mumble before my body gives up and I pass out. "Well that was fun" Mihawk remarks

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