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miupow · 1 month

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. . .꒰ PEEKING . ꒱

╰┈➤˗ˏˋ kai peeks in on his friend fucking his girlfriend-- little does he know, they're fully aware he's there.

PAIRING ── choi yeonjun x fem!reader x huening kai

GENRE ── pure smut, NSFW MDNI!

WARNINGS ── exhibitionism, semi-public sex, voyuerism, perv!kai, threesome mentions, vaginal sex, spanking, degradation + name calling, mean dom!yeonjun, hair pulling, breath play if you squint

WORDS ── 0.7k

A/N ── i’ve been in a huge writing slump recently despite all of my ideas and this took EMBARRASSINGLY long to write despite how short it is omg. will try to write a few more short drabbles to get inspo back before working on bigger wips :3 hope you enjoy~~

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guilt and shame weighed heavy in kai’s chest, rotting away at his insides as he pressed his ear to the door, but he just couldn’t stop himself.

he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

the squeaking of a mattress, the dull thud of a headboard against the wall. the slapping of skin on skin, dripping wet and obscene. and moaning— your moaning, rattling around inside of his empty cotton head, so shrill and loud he can almost ignore the other voice moaning too. almost.

“fuck, you’re such a slut!” yeonjun hisses with a cruel laugh, barely audible over your cries of pleasure. “just couldn’t wait for my cock, huh? had to act like a brat ‘n get me to fuck you raw in kai’s bed? nasty girl.”

kai thinks, just for a second, that maybe he should be disgusted at one of his best friends fucking his girlfriend in his bedroom, just a short distance away from where kai and the other boys were watching a movie on the couch… but his cock strained hard against the fly of his jeans, his head swam with the sound, the thought of you. he’s wanted you forever, so close but so unobtainable held possessively in yeonjun’s arms— and there you were, just behind his bedroom door, getting fucked hard and sounding just as debauched and beautiful as he had dreamed you would time and time again.

yeonjun’s words make you whimper, staccato with his thrusts into your dripping pussy. you were so wet that kai could hear your sweet gummy walls squelch around yeonjun’s cock, so slick and loud ringing in his ears— “jjunie!” you gasped, so pretty and pathetic, “slow— slow down!”

both you and kai gasp when a harsh slap echos through the air, no doubt aimed for your pert little ass. the one that’s haunted kai for months now. “shut up, take what i give you,” yeonjun huffs, those wet smacking thrusts growing faster, harder. “be a good girl ‘n just take it, fuck. this is what you wanted, right? wanted me to fuck you where he’d hear?”

you moan, choke and gag around a broken “yes, yes!”, and kai stops cold. his breath grows ragged, and the little gap in the doorway laughs at him, mocks him.

it’s all a little too perfect. staged, even— though that may just be kai’s perfect excuse for why he inches closer, peeks into the bedroom with burning cheeks.

your face is buried in kai’s pillow, hands fisting his blankets as yeonjun plows into you from behind; kai admires the curve of your back, the spanked red globes of your asscheeks ass they jiggle with your boyfriend’s thrusts. yeonjun seems to admire them too, one of veiny hands kneading greedy handfuls as the other presses you into the bed by your neck. “fuck, fuck, you’re so tight, squeezing me so good—!” yeonjun whines, throwing his head back. “you ‘gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over kai’s bed, baby?”

kai’s breath hitches, his hands sweaty as they brace themselves against the doorframe, and the door creaks open just a little bit more. just enough for yeonjun to notice.

when his and kai’s eyes meet, yeonjun just grins, wild in a way that kai had never seen in his friend before. “he’s watching, baby, just like you wanted,” yeonjun coos, sickly sweet, “gonna watch you cum oh my cock.”

despite his hand still holding you down, you lift your head out of the pillows just enough to lock eyes with kai too. pretty tears rolled down your flushed cheeks, so wrecked and ruined, and kai finds himself moaning aloud when you reach out for him with shaking fingers, whimper his name like a prayer.

this is what you wanted, what you planned. Kai’s too shocked to move, to say anything as yeonjun snickers at his dumbfounded, blushing face. he’s still fucking you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge as you cry out for release.

“she wants you,” he laughs, releasing your throat to grab a fistful of your hair, tug you up to his chest. “we both know how bad you want her— won’t you help her? make her cum? her jjunie’s being mean to her, won’t play with her pussy right… look, she’s even begging.”

he whispers into your ear something that sounds an awful lot like “beg, whore.” kai gulps, so hard it’s almost painful… the pain reminds him that this is real, that this isn’t just another one of his embarrassing wet dreams.

“kai, hyuka, please—“ you hiccup so pitifully, perky breasts bouncing as yeonjun continues to buck up into your wet cunt, and kai just can’t help but give in.

he can’t even find it in himself to feel guilty anymore.

#k-labels #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #hueningkai x reader #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai smut

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konigsblog · 12 days

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i think about this a little too often...

synopsis; kidnapped by a ‘photographer’ who spares you no mercy.

photographer, kidnapper-könig thots™

tw/cw; rape, non-con/dub-con, dark fiction, sexual assault and assault, kidnapping, the dove is dead. dead dove: do not eat. 🔞

photo credits; x_bruisedpeach_x on x/🐦

if someone had warned you that the sweet boy who had approached you down the street claiming to be a model photographer was in fact a violent man, who'd kidnap and beat you until you were unrecognisable and nothing but a bloodied mess on his dirty basement floor, you wouldn't believe them.

könig came across as calm and relaxed, he seemed sweet when you spoke to him, with a surprisingly quiet voice for someone of his size.

at first, he came across as threatening and intimidating as he towered over you and gazed at you creepily before finally speaking up, but after inviting you down the road for a coffee together to talk about his photography career, you had agreed eagerly to come around to his house to take some photos together and act as a model for him. you should've been alarmed from the start when a random, old pervert had asked to take pictures of you, but the thought and dream of becoming a model left you blind to any and all danger, falling for his depraved, immoral plan to kidnap a pretty little thing like you for himself.

when you stepped into his house, the atmosphere shifted suddenly and completely. könig no longer radiated a sweet, calm energy that you once knew of. instead, könig was no longer smiling sweetly, but instead a sickening grin curled the sides of his mouth with terrifyingly wide eyes staring into your soul, enough to scare you into silence. you choked on your words as könig began to inch closer before dragging you downstairs into his basement by your hair. his grip was tight, firm. he held your hair in his fist and would drag you, throwing you downstairs despite your wails and mortified screams. it's a shame that he lives in a secluded area, far from any other neighborhood or town, where nobody would hear your wails for help.

you were a vulnerable and naïve mess. he almost felt guilty and remorseful for this treatment when he threw his fist at you repetitively, seeing how you'd eventually come to take his beatings out of horror and terror, blood running down your chin from your split lip. you were too gorgeous for any other man and he worried someone would take you away for themselves. he didn't want people to recognise you from the missing person posters put up around the city, with your face plastered on all the pictures, so instead, he left your face swollen with marks, making sure that you were always bruised with a slap, punch, or spanking.

although one thing was true. not his attitude and the persona he put on, the façade of a kind-hearted boy. the truth was that he wanted to take photos of you, but not for modeling, for his own sick enjoyment, gratification, and pleasure.

the basement wasn't like any other modeling shoot you'd seen in movies or television shows. instead, there was a metal table that könig had strapped you down to, and one large camera recording the entire thing. you were stripped naked, your dignity stripped alongside your clothes. you couldn't fight it, not when you were weakened and understood what would happen if you cried too loudly and irritated him or distracted him for his work, or used your sharp nails and canines against him as weapons.

bare on his table, könig began to record despite the obvious discomfort and mortification in your wide, glossy eyes. the flashing red light left you ashamed, feeling too raw and exposed with your legs forced open and your puffy cunt for him to admire and grope. he'd pinch and clamp your sensitive clit, until you sobbed out painfully, only to be forced to take his girthy and lengthy size for hours on end until he had his fill for the day. although könig warned you not too weep too loudly, he desired the sound of your sobbing, to harden his already stiff cock.

nothing would stop könig from raping every hole you have, to use these videos and pictures for his own personal usage.

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xbellaxcarolinax · 11 months

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Pls do one where The reader is like chubby and self conscience about her stomach and miguel convinces her that its okay and like fucks her 😋

I may have gotten carried away lol

Word Count: 1205

NSFW below the cut.

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"Amor," Miguel called from the bed, "c'mere."

You ignored him, staring at yourself in the full-length mirror in your bedroom. You frowned, poking and prodding at your stomach, grabbing the soft skin in your hands and squeezing.

You hated it. You hated the plumpness of your body, the roundness of your hips, the thickness of your thighs.

Something about the day made you more self-conscious than usual, your eyes searching for every detail of your body to detest.

"Hey," Miguel called out again, "you coming or what?" You didn't turn around to acknowledge him, choosing to look at him through the mirror. His thick brows were raised, and his body relaxed as he lay comfortably on your bed with nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. He patted the empty space beside him, ready for the movie night you promised him.

“¿Qué te pasa, hm?" He stood, stretching his limbs before padding over to stand behind you, pressing his chiseled body against your back. His hands fell on your shoulders as he towered over you. You couldn't see his face, the mirror not long enough to reveal anything above the middle of his chest.

You leaned back against his warmth, feeling tears prick your eyes. You couldn't really explain where all these emotions were coming from. You felt ugly, even more so with Miguel's perfect form standing behind you.

His large hand skimmed your chest, fingers dancing over your collarbone and up your neck, gripping it gently before tipping your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. Your watery eyes met his determined ones, and he could see the uncertainty within.

"¿Qué pasó, amor?" He asked again, stroking the delicate skin of your throat. You sniffled, a few traitorous tears slipping down the sides of your face.

You hated crying—and over something so trivial, too. You felt ridiculous, ripping yourself from his grip to furiously wipe your face free of the salty streaks.

"You gonna talk to me?" He pursed his lips, arms now crossed over his broad chest.

"Look at me, Miguel!" You cried, pointing at the mirror with an open hand. He grunted, bending down comically to be at your level, gazing at you through the mirror.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" He asked, his eyes raking over your form. You were in your sports bra and panties, skin bare and glowing from your recent shower.

"Ugh!" You dropped your face in your hands, almost in hysterics. Your words were muffled, and Miguel sucked his teeth, standing to his full height again, yanking your hands away from your face.

"Hablame claro."

You sighed, biting your lip. Your hands went back to your stomach and down the sides of your hips, sniffling. “Look at me,” you repeated softly, your fingers pressing into your skin, “I look…”

“Beautiful?” Miguel offered, pulling you flush against his chest again, wrapping his arms around you. You scoffed, turning your head away when he tried to place a kiss on your temple. “Hey, basta,” he warned, pinching the meat of your thigh. You yelped, slapping his hand away.

“But, my stomach,” you continued, almost whining, more tears beading at the corners of your eyes.

“What about it?” Miguel tightened his hold on you, one of his hands laying over the plumpness of your abdomen. He brushed his thumb back and forth over your soft skin, finally able to place a kiss on your temple like he’d been wanting to. Your shoulders sagged and you looked away from your reflection, laying your cheek against the warm skin of his arm.

Miguel wrapped his fingers around your jaw, forcing you to look back toward the mirror.

“Look at you,” he whispered, holding you close, “look at how beautiful you are. Hermosa.” His hands moved down the sides, gently groping along the way, “And all this for me, hm?” One of his hands snaked down your front and past the waistband of your panties. With two skillful fingers, he parts your lips, swirling them against your clit before swiping down toward your entrance. He tapped his fingers there, once, then twice, before slipping them inside.

“M-Miguel,” your voice hitched, hands gripping his forearms. You whined when he began thrusting his fingers, holding your squirming form by your stomach, “w-wait, what are you—”

“Showing you how beautiful you are,” he growled, spreading your juices over your clit and your lips, “Look at yourself, look how fucking beautiful you look like this,” again he forced your head to face the mirror, “abre los ojos, amor.”

By that point you had your eyes screwed shut, but he repeated his command, and you opened your blurry eyes, focusing them on your face, flushed and with a sheen of sweat. Your panties had a large wet spot from Miguel working you, his hand digging deep into the meat of your belly, gripping you firmly as he worked to bring you pleasure.

“Mira,” he marveled at you, watching your body move against his fingers, grinding your hips as he circled your clit, “you see what I see?” You whimpered when he shoved his thick fingers inside you again, moaning as you threw your head back.

“Uh-uh,” Miguel chastised, “don’t you dare look away, keep looking—mhm, that’s it, feels good, right?”

“M-mhm.” You were mewling now, Miguel’s fingers stretching you deliciously. Your eyes were glued to the mirror, and you watched his hand move under your panties, noting how the wet splotch grew larger, your slick spreading between your thighs. You looked so good in Miguel’s hands, your body seemingly made just for him to hold and play with. You felt his length pressed against your ass, large and hot, ready for attention. That aroused you more than anything, knowing that he enjoyed you just the way you are.

He was going faster now, an unrelenting pace that had moan after moan pulled from your throat, until finally, you released a moan that informed Miguel you were coming undone, and seconds later, you were gushing all over his fingers and palm.

“Damn, mama, never made you do that before, huh?” Miguel chuckled, smooching your sweat-slicked hair.

“Huh?” You pant, finally dragging your eyes away from your reflection in favor of glancing down between your legs. You were absolutely soaked. Your panties were soaked through, your juices running down your trembling thighs. That’s never happened before.

Miguel pulled out his hand from between your heated legs. He was coated with your slick up to the wrist, his digits and palm shiny with it.

“You’re a squirter,” he grinned when you attempted to elbow him in the stomach, “that’s my girl.”

He released you, using his dry hand to pull down his briefs while the other coated his cock with your slick. He pumped himself a few times, pulling back the skin to reveal his large tip, weeping with anticipation.

“You ready for me?” He muttered with a tilt of his head, eyes heavy with arousal.

You attempted to get on the bed but he stopped you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against his chest once again.

“Not the bed,” he said hotly, “in front of the mirror. I want you to watch.”

....

Amor- Love

Qué te pasa- What's the matter

Qué pasó- What happened

Hablame claro- Speak clearly

Basta- Stop it

Hermosa- Beautiful

Abre los ojos- Open your eyes

Mira- Look

#ask response #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x reader

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mixtape-racha · 5 months

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cw: unprotected sex, exhibitionism, mentioned seungmin, fem!reader

getting pounded by minho while the other members are in the next room over, his hand clamped over your mouth so tight your head is spinning and you adore it

all you can hear is the slapping of skin and minho's grunts, accompanied by your muffled whimpers and the way he pressed kisses against your shoulder has your eyes rolling back

he's so deep you swear you can feel him in your pelvis and you've been going at it so long your bodies are practically glued together with the sweat dripping off of both of you

soon enough, the boys will get concerned that it's been quiet for so long and come looking - there's only so much a stupid movie playing in the background can cover up

you clench at the thought of one of the members catching you like this, and you pray that minho won't notice, or care enough to question it

of course, he's smarter than you give him credit for and he chuckled against your skin, the lines of his smirk practically imprinted on you

"thinking about them coming to find us, hmm? seeing you like this, all spread out for mine like you should be?"

god, you hate that he knows you so well

"wouldn't that be a shame? probably traumatise poor felix. jeongin would move out. but what about seungmin, huh?"

your eyes rolled again, and you're just glad he can't see your face right now or you know he'd tease you forever

"now, seungminnie... i bet he'd like it. maybe a little too much, if you know what i mean?"

of course you did, but you weren't going to stop him talking now - not with the way your stomach was twisting and your chest pounding

his hips almost seemed to speed up as he continued talking, and it was then that you knew you had something to use against him

"maybe i'd let him watch. let him jerk his pathetic cock at me fucking you... or maybe we'd switch. maybe i'd let him take my place, and you could put on a show for me."

your thighs shook as you pushed your ass back against him to meet his thrusts, orgasm so close that you could almost taste it

"i reckon you could ruin him. have him whining and whimpering the way you usually do while you ride him. make him a complete bitch, yeah?"

you cried out into his hand, knowing he was close to his release too and wanting to finish together, but holding back was so, so hard

"you wanna make seungminnie a messy slut, yeah? put on a show for me, show me how much of a good girl you really are-- oh fuck, c'mon, baby, cum for me-"

your knees buckled as you came, the feeling overwhelming as minho's load shot inside of you

he took his hand away from your mouth, peppering you with kisses as he pulled out, but the silence couldn't be kept for long

"i'm gonna clean you up, and then we're gonna talk more about this, yeah?"

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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partycatty · 3 months

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giggling at this idea i just thought of but would u consider... hear me out... mk1 johnny finding out that reader has a body pillow of him? like those anime ones but bcs he's a celebrity, someone made one of him too 💀 & reader secretly bought it and tried to hide it/deny it but johnny sees all fr fr

i wrote this and then it got DELETED i almost cried

johnny cage > superfan

johnny never visited your place, but now he sees why.

notes: the way i used to unironically have a bodypillow of a character i'd rather die than admit... this hits so close to home

[ masterlist ]

you and johnny were an unlikely pair in the grand scheme of things. you were a toned down worker in your own field while his face was plastered on every billboard, magazine, and teenage girl's home screens. at the end of the day, though, you were both humans in love and that's all that genuinely mattered.

johnny's arm that was slung around you as you two cuddled on his couch shakes you back to reality.

"you know what's funny?" he suddenly brings up, closing the tiktoks you were watching together. "we always come to my place. never yours. i've only ever seen the inside when i pick you up."

there wasn't a hint of annoyance or accusatory language in his voice; he was curious. as he typically is.

"i don't know," you shrug nonchalantly, hoping to get the topic over with. "your place is nicer." this was entirely true. despite downsizing after his divorce and other events he has yet to disclose to you, he still had a truly nice home. it radiated the energy of a celebrity without needing the size, but was just homey enough for you to spend your nights there when you felt like it.

"so?" his eyebrow quirks up.

"so, it's better to hang out here. my apartment isn't all that exciting, not a lot of room to do much."

"but it's the person that excites me," he replies quickly, kissing your forehead. "plus, all we usually do is sit on my couch here. what's the difference of doing it there?"

as your mouth opens and closes to try and dismiss the subject, johnny turns to face you completely with a beaming grin.

"can i come over tomorrow?" he asks, like it's your first date with him. his eyes are bright, like a kid asking for permission from his mother. you couldn't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you swallow hard. there wasn't necessarily a true reason to not have him over, but preparing for his arrival would take a considerable amount of effort to... redecorate. finally, you nod with a sheepish smile, and johnny plants a slap-like kiss to your lips as a thank you.

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the following morning, you were throwing your piles and piles of collectibles into boxes and shoving them into your closet. the replica of his brass knuckles or figurines of ninja mime had to go before he arrived. johnny couldn't know that on top of being his girlfriend, you were a fan. and not just any fan, a superfan. every piece of evidence had to be thrown into a corner lest you face his endless prodding and teasing. besides, even if he was a celebrity, he probably didn't expect his partner to have such belongings. it felt... wrong. but even still, you couldn't help but support him in his works!

a knock at the door makes you visibly jump as you're kicking the last of the merch under your couch. wiping your hands, you race to the front door and take a deep breath, making sure you plugged in your wall scents and lit your candles. you swing it open and johnny peeks his head in, glancing around with his typical grin. he puts his sunglasses atop his head to adjust to the indoor lighting, a curious glint in his eye.

"i don't know what you were talking about," johnny finally says, hands on his hips. "it's nice here. quaint."

"i think that's just calling me poor politely," you reply as you fight a smirk. johnny tenses up, already apologetic before you reach up to kiss his check. "i'm teasing, dear. now what?"

"a movie?"

"not one of yours."

"we didn't even finish citizen cage last time!"

you roll your eyes at his puppy-like stare. you immediately cave in with a huff. as his own version of a thank you, johnny swoops over and picks you up, sure to support your ass more than your thighs as they wrap around his waist. he shoots you a devious grin, as if to say "i can't help it!"

you're playfully tossed onto the couch, and you have just enough time to chuck a throw pillow in his direction as he heads toward your bedroom.

"i'm stealing your comforter," he announces. "since i don't see a regular blanket around here." you gulp, remembering your johnny cage themed throw blanket that once laid on that very couch. thankfully, it's buried under your other laundry.

"not everyone has blankets for every occasion!" you shout back, settling into your new spot and allocating space for his large body. that is, until you hear eruptive laughter come from your room. of course it was johnny, but the laugh was so hysterical, so out of character, you partially wondered if he had gotten possessed. "babe?" as you're about to rise from your spot, johnny responds in an unusually high pitched voice, strained from the cackling.

"why do you have this?!" his grin is audible, dripping from his upward inflection. your stomach drops, but you try to play dumb in case it's not what you expect.

"have what?" your voice is low, unwilling to give anything away. your question is answered when johnny emerges from the hallway, holding up your dakimakura with one hand, slung around its painted shoulder.

your face heats up in record time. it's a drawing - a realistic one - of johnny, laying down. the other side features the same, except blushing and only in boxers. you must have forgot to fully hide it, and left it on your bed like a fool. and what a fool you were for thinking a simple blanket would conceal it. times like these you wish you could afford a throw blanket to bury yourself in it and hope he'd go away.

"if you wanted me in your bed, you could've just asked," he giggles to himself, admiring the possession. "hey, at least they got my features right."

"please put that away before i die of embarrassment," you quietly beg, voice muffled by your head in your hands.

"really though, doll," johnny's smile doesn't disappear, just lessens. "why, of all things, do you own a bodypillow of me?"

"it was limited edition," you mutter. "the artist put it on sale."

"limited edition? you're a collector?"

shit. you sold yourself.

"maybe."

"collector of what?"

"...paraphernalia."

"i could deduce that. i won't judge you, honey." he kneels down to meet your level, putting his hands on your knees as he sets the pillow down beside you.

"i, uh... i collect things. related to you." johnny's face freezes, lip twitching in amusement as you continue to defend yourself. "i'm not weird about it, though."

"except for the pillow."

"50% went to charity!"

"touché. don't worry about it, sugar," johnny kisses your forehead. "there are worse things to collect. if anything, you're pretty lucky to have a famous boyfriend. lots of stuff to collect. you want one of my shirts? i'll sign it for you—"

"enough, enough," you giggle, swatting your hands at nothing. "this is already mortifying for me. you should see the rest—" you stop in your tracks, smile dropping in an instant.

"there's more?" as he asks, you two stare at each other in disbelief. and before you could react, he darts off to your bedroom, pushing himself off of the wall as he nearly runs into it. you shout-laugh as you follow after him.

"JOHNNY!" as you turn the corner to stand in your bedroom doorway, johnny charges at you and slings you over his shoulder. all you can do is half-resist his grip as he swings your closet door open. your legs kick against his body, and you're slapping his back. "DON'T LOOK!!"

"i can't not look!" he protests, patting your ass playfully. his hand falls to his hip as he inspects your crammed closet just as his grin widens once more. "is that a life-size ninja mime cutout?"

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #marley writes ☆

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sturnmaee · 5 months

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Rough Night In.

warnings : rough sex, swearing, degrading, breeding kink.

lowercase purposely!!

summary: chris sturniolo x reader smut (kinda rough!!)

it was a regular saturday night for you and the triplets. you were cooking dinner tonight, each day it would rotate between you and the four boys. you stood in the kitchen with your hair held high in a messy bun wearing nothing but booty shorts and a fresh love hoody. one of the perks of dating chris was an unlimited supply of his merch.

you called the boys over to the dinner table, immediately the sound of their footsteps flooded the house. each of them taking a seat around the table, chris eagerly sitting in the chair beside you.

“y/n, we’re thinking of going out tonight, to see a movie with some friends!” nick says while piping down his dinner.

“oh yeah, chris the big baby already told us he’s staying in, claims he’s sick.” says matt while rolling his ocean blue eyes.

you looked over at chris before answering, you slowly move his hand down to his thoughts causing his breath to hitch.

“i think i’ll stay in to guys, help look after chrissy” you giggled while stroking his crotch faster.

matt and nick nodded their heads in approval, oblivious to what was going on under the table, while getting up to put their plates away. you stayed seated while gently rubbing chris’ crotch. the thought of being seen by one of the others made it more arousing for you, however chris didn’t seem to agree.

——

half an hour had passed and the other two boys had finally left. chris was listening for the door and when he finally heard the faint sound of the engine starting he made he was over to you. you had been waiting for this, a night in with chris, alone. you could feel your pussy throb and your heart skip a beat as he planted a rough kiss on your neck.

“mm, you smell so good baby” chris murmured into your neck while caressing your hair.

“are you gonna take me downstairs or what?” you said seductively.

chris’ eyes lit up at the thought. he immediately grabbed your wrist and led you to his room.

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with a swift movement from behind chris had you pinned to the bed, hard. confusion crossed your mind, was he mad, had you done something?

“chris, b-baby hurts.” you whimpered

“since you wanna act like a little slut at the dinner table this is what you get, touching my cock in-front of my brothers, dirty little slut” he almost barked while removing his shirt, exposing his perfect torso.

his once ocean eyes now clouded with lust, hunger. his rough words oddly turned you on, your lace panties now slick with your arousal.

“all fours” he demanded.

you obeyed, a smile painting your face as you felt his throbbing cock against your now bare ass. chris gripped your waist while spitting onto his fingers, he started tracing your entrance with his sloppy fingers.

“you like that my dirty little girl, hmm” he was almost purring.

you nodded frantically, almost begging for him to fill you. his hands followed up your waist to your chest, gripping your nipples harshly causing you to arch your back into him. a small whimper escaped your lips before he came crashing into you making you see stars.

“ngh- what about a c-condom!” you cried in between your pathetic whimpers.

“shh it’s okay baby, i want to see your pretty little pussy dripping with my cum.” chris said while thrusting harder.

you couldn’t do anything but scream, chris was going faster and harder with each thrust, your mind going fuzzy.

“s-so close” you barely said in a mess.

“mm, that’s my naughty little girl, so tight for me baby”

he kept going, groaning, you knew he was close.

the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room, sweat now dripping from your neck onto your spine. his thrusts became sloppier, he was almost there. his hand suddenly made its way around your throat, chocking you harshly. you were almost passed out when you felt the familiar feeling, his warm cum filling your tight little pussy, chris groaning while pulling out.

he turned you over into your back, his fingers trailing your entrance pushing his fluids back into you, almost making you cum again, you were still pulsing from seconds ago. he laid kisses into your throbbing clit and admired your open mouth, breathy moans with his eyes peeking through the brown locks glued to his forehead.

“that’s my sweet girl, taking me so well” he cooed while making his way up next to you, planting a soothing kiss on your forehead.

this is my first time publishing so i really hope you enjoyed!! you can make a request in the ask me part of my bio <33

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #fanfic

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The Knight & The Judge Epilogue

[ modern Frollo • Aemond x Esmeralda • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, handjob, smut, angst, description of physical and mental disabilities, swearing, mention of sexual assault, an accident with fatalities and trauma ]

[ description: A few months pass since the events that changed his life, and his Esmeralda, despite her earlier decisions, chooses to continue taking care of Daeron. Aemond attends therapy, his condition improves and their bond gives him strength, still, however, he does not know, despite how much he loves her, what their relationship is. Obsession, self-destructive behavior, sexual tension, pathetic, devastated Aemond. ]

Author’s note: This story is a request, but I decided to freely use what I liked in the book and Disney film to create a new, disturbing story taking place in modern times. It is intended to be uncomfortable and will contain scenes that are at least morally questionable, in my version “Esmeralda” is not Romanian. This story will also include motifs from Jane Eyre, which was a separate request. My story will also touch on the problems of people with disabilities, so if these are sensitive topics for you, I advise against reading further. You have been warned.

Part 1 − The Knight & The Judge Part 2 − The Sin & The Penance Part 3 − The Doubt & The Delight

Main Characters Moodboard Aemond NSFW Alphabet

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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He had to clench his lips to keep anything more than grunts from coming out of them as he watched how, with quick, sure thrusts of his hips, he spread her slick folds wide open on his fat cock with loud slaps of skin against skin, his palms digging into the wonderfully soft structure of her hot buttocks, feeling her throbbing around him faster and faster.

He sighed when she cried out loudly as he added his hand between her thighs, his fingers finding her puffy clit, sore from previous caresses of his tongue − although they both tried not to make any noise knowing that Daeron was watching a movie downstairs, the treatments of his fingertips caused an involuntary whimper of delight to come from her lips.

"− no, baby − quiet − shhh, I know, we're almost there −" He murmured tenderly, leaning down, his hand sinking into her soft dark hair, pressing her face against the pillow, careful not to make it hard for her to breathe, wanting to muffle her moans.

"− grab my hand if you want me to stop −" He breathed out, quickening his pace, pounding into her so fast that he tilted his head back in pleasure, but her hand did not grab his wrist, her fingers tightened on the pillow on either side of her head instead, her fleshy walls began to clench around his cock in orgasm, sucking him inside, he felt her moisture begin to run down his thighs with her helpless whine of relief.

"− thaat's it − thaat's it, babygirl − fuck −" He mumbled as he let go at last, panting hard, feeling his warm seed spill deep inside her − for a moment his mind was stunned with pleasure, his body trembled from the hot sensation that flowed in waves through his body, his hand let go of her hair and she turned her head to the side, breathing loudly.

"− are you all right? − I'm sorry, he really could hear us −" He whispered, leaning lower, laying on top of her gently, placing a tender, warm, wet kiss on her neck, stroking her bare shoulder with his broad hand.

"− I know − it's me who's sorry −" She muttered. He let his breath out loudly with a smirk, shaking his head, sinking his face into her fragrant hair.

"− do you need anything? − can we stay like this for a while? −" He asked, not wanting to slip out of her yet, just dreaming of taking a nap cuddled up against her naked body, missing her so much for the two days she hadn't been home with them.

"− yes − but we shouldn't leave him alone for too long −" She whispered, and he hummed under his breath, agreeing with her.

"− will you stay overnight? −" He asked quietly, running his fingers up and down her naked body, feeling goosebumps appear in the places he touched.

"− yes −"

They returned to Dareon after several minutes, his younger brother accustomed to them disappearing occasionally to talk, watching quietly with contentment his favourite part of Star Wars.

"Have you discussed everything yet?" He asked lightly, putting his hand to the rustling popcorn, trying to get a full handful of it into his mouth, glancing at them out of the corner of his eye. He chuckled, sitting down next to him on the couch, watching his Esmeralda went to pour herself some water dressed in his black T-shirt and shorts.

He loved this view.

He scratched his cheek with his thumb trying not to think about the fact that at the mere memory of what he was doing to her just now he felt like taking her upstairs again.

"Yeah, buddy. All set." He grumbled, spreading himself out comfortably and sighing quietly, exhausted − their gazes met as she raised a glass of water to her lips and lowered her gaze, embarrassed and insecure. He swallowed loudly at the sight, feeling a squeeze in his heart.

It seemed to him that something was going on with her lately − she was sadder than usual and drifted away with her thoughts. On top of that, recently she was the one who had been grabbing his hand and guiding it between her thighs, demanding his caresses. There was something desperate about it and although he had asked her many times if everything was okay, she always answered him that it was.

He knew he had no right to ask her anything.

They were not together and he would never have dared to suggest it, fearing rejection.

He kept telling her how much he loved her and he could see in her gaze, feel in her embrace and in the touch of her hand that she also had feelings for him, albeit complicated and painful ones.

His prosecutorial nature insisted in his mind that he should start investigating, that he should start following her, that perhaps someone was nagging her, her professor or a colleague, but fearing his intervention she did not want to tell him anything.

He knew, however, that if she found out he was doing something behind her back she would not forgive him.

He couldn't help himself however − one day, while she and Daeron were sitting on the patio talking to each other by the sliding glass door, he went out to prepare the meat they were going to grill for lunch, according to their plan spending the afternoon in the garden. He came back because he had forgotten the tray, but stopped at the wall when he heard the question Daeron had asked her.

"Have you forgiven my brother? For what he did to you back then." He asked uncertainly. He heard her shift restlessly in her wicker chair, probably looking away to see if he was anywhere near them. She sighed quietly.

"I've done him wrong too. He's trying really hard. I know he's not like that every day. That I'm important to him and that he really cares about me." She said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke the words.

He closed his eyes, feeling a tightness in his throat, swallowing with difficulty at the thought that he felt pain and relief at the same time, that she recognised his efforts, that she knew he wasn't lying when he spoke about how much he cared for her.

"I've been thinking about it a lot. About why he hurt you. And I think he did because he never shouted at me. He never got angry with me even when I cried for hours. I think if he shouted at you then or hit you it was because he missed our mum and dad too. Because he couldn't cope with it and our eldest brother didn't take care of him like he did me.

Before you showed up on the first day he was very afraid that you would be late or not come. That he would leave me with you and you would hurt me. I remember his hands were shaking when he had his coffee in the morning. He told me not to trust you and that if you just did something I didn't like, I should call him. I think it was all because I wanted to dance."

His brother muttered, and he just stood there stunned with his mouth wide open, breathing hard, feeling tears burning under his eyelids at the thought that he thought he was hiding everything that was going on inside him well, and Daeron had seen it all anyway, but as a child he couldn't comprehend what was really happening to him.

I think if he shouted at you then or hit you it was because he missed our mum and dad too.

He covered his face with his hand, stifling a sob at the thought that he thought he had just shouted at her or hit her, that he hadn't even assumed what had really happened between them.

He was horrified at how long she had not responded, and once he heard her voice he felt a piercing pain in his lower abdomen at the thought that she was crying too, unable to catch her breath.

"I...Daeron, this had and has nothing, nothing to do with you. This is our adult business, okay? It's very complicated." She muttered wearily, and he swallowed heavily, trying to calm his ragged breathing, clenching his eyelids tightly.

Whatever he would do, it would always come back to them.

"I heard him tell you he loved you. I know he said it to you because when I knocked on his room he said he was talking to you on the phone." Said his younger brother, clearly trying to get to the point of starting this whole conversation and topic at all.

"Are you two going to be together?"

Silence.

Never before in his life had he been so afraid, never had he suffered so much, never had he felt so alone and desperate as when he waited for her answer.

"Don't you love him?" Daeron asked quietly after a moment, as if he was afraid his brother would accidentally hear them. "You can tell me, it's not a bad thing. I'll keep a secret."

He heard her sobbing, heard her uneven, loud breathing, the fact that she was falling apart, that he was the cause of her eternal heartbreak and suffering.

"I'm afraid to be with him. I'm afraid to name it. As long as I don't agree, he can't hit me again and yell at me. The distance makes me feel like I'm in control of the situation, that I can disappear at any time and not explain myself. That it won't hurt me when I bore him. Do you understand?" She asked him quietly, his brother swallowed loudly.

"Are you afraid of my brother?" He whispered frightened, heard her draw in the air loudly, sniffling.

"I'm scared of what he's doing to me. I think I'm getting addicted to him, like people get addicted to alcohol or drugs." She muttered, and he took a few steps back, feeling tear after tear run down his face.

He didn't run when he heard her rise from her seat as she entered the house, clearly wanting to go quickly to the bathroom − she jumped when she spotted him standing against the wall, her eyes and mouth wide open in disbelief and horror.

"− Aemond −" She mumbled, and he swallowed loudly and grunted, walking over to the countertop, getting back to work.

"The meat will be ready soon."

He heard her stand still, her breathing loud, unsure of what to do, understanding perfectly well that he'd heard everything they'd said.

She didn't love him.

She was just addicted to him.

He thought dispassionately that he was like a stimulant that was destroying her life, not allowing her to live in another healthy relationship.

He heard her moving ahead after a while, locking herself in the toilet, heard her loud sobbing, his palms shaking all over as he cut the meat, tears one by one dripping onto the wooden board beneath his hands.

They spent the evening as they had planned, pretending nothing had happened, Daeron telling them about a new game he really wanted to play and a new cartoon he was watching.

In the night he locked himself sooner in his bedroom, feeling that he couldn't be around her, remorse and self-pity prevented him from breathing or functioning.

He shuddered, feeling the quick pounding of his heart as he heard the quiet creak of his door as usual an hour later − he heard her footsteps, felt her body lay behind him on his bed, sliding up over his duvet, felt her hand on his stomach.

He clenched his eyelids as his cock immediately twitched aggressively in this trousers, all swollen.

They lay like that for a while − he could feel her warm breath on his neck, her breasts hidden behind his Tshirt snuggled into his back, her fingers trailing from his sternum to his lower abdomen making shivers run through him.

He found with despair that he had become achingly hard from just her closeness.

"− I'm sorry −" She whispered finally; he shuddered all over and swallowed quietly as her soft, warm lips placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. "− I didn't mean it −"

He did not reply.

He heard her trembling sigh, her body nestled into his from behind, the way he always used to do.

He felt a single, lonely tear run down the side of his face onto the pillow.

All he was able to manage was to breathe, his heart pounding like mad.

"− you have taken deep root in my heart − you grow in it like an oak tree in my garden full of flowers − and even though I did not want it, I have found cooling in its shade, shelter from the rain under its leaves, from its wood things are made that last −" She whispered and he felt his whole body tremble.

He imagined her, her flower garden and himself.

A great, spreading tree.

"− this is not what my garden was supposed to be − I only wanted flowers in it − but now, when I look at this tree from the window of my house, at its thick trunk, its green, beautiful leaves in summer, yellow and red in autumn, I am glad that I let it grow −" She said softly, her lips again placed a kiss on his neck as her hand slid lower. A broken, helpless moan broke from his throat as he felt her fingers tighten on his swollen, aching manhood, squeezing him with sure up and down strokes.

"− I − mghmm −" He mumbled out, horrified by how pleasurable this was, by the fact that this might be the last time he would see her, by the fact that he no longer knew himself what she felt for him, what would be better for them, what he should want for himself, when all he desired was for her to simply be by his side.

He wanted her to take care of him.

Not out of revenge, not out of lust.

He needed her.

"− I know − easy − I want to take care of you −" She whispered tenderly, in the way he'd dreamed of since he'd met her. He felt heat in his lower abdomen and heart, his hips involuntarily beginning to respond to her movements with rocking, his tip all swollen and sticky with his precum, pulsing in her embrace.

"− please − inside you −" He gasped out and she let go of him, letting him turn to face her − he grabbed her in his arms and pressed his face against her soft, plump breasts hidden beneath his t-shirt. He lifted the material quickly above her thighs, sighing in relief, feeling that she wasn't wearing underwear − she threw her leg over his waist, the fat, pink head of his cock easily forced its way between her slick, hot, plushy folds.

"− f-fuck −" He cried out, tightening his fingers on her back, snuggling into her like a small, frightened child, pounding into her with quick, sure thrusts of his hips, seeking refuge deep inside her, in the only place where he felt safe.

"− I love you − I love you − I love you − please, don't leave me −" He mumbled into her chest, choking on his own tears − her fleshy muscles clenched against him at his words, sucking him inside, his thighs slapping against her buttocks with a loud click of her moisture. He felt her fingers comb through his hair, cuddling him tighter into her, her lips placing a warm kiss on the top of his head.

"− it's too late for me anyway − I'll never be free of how much I want you −" She exhaled with a kind of relief, as if she'd been wanting to get it out of her for a long time, as if she'd finally come to terms with the fact that they were doomed to each other not because they'd decided to, but because, for some reason, they fit together like two parts of a whole.

Her hips responded to his pushes, his hand clamping down hard on her hot, soft buttocks, forcing her to let him in deeper, slamming into her so fast that he was no longer sliding out with a loud slaps of naked skin.

"− oh, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck −" He gasped out loud, for the first time being so vocal and helpless in bed, more so than when she was riding him, more so ever in his life, feeling that he no longer had the strength to pretend that he wasn't tired, that he wasn't disappointed, that he wasn't crying during the night when she wasn't next to him, that he was coping with the fact that he'd hurt the woman he'd loved so much the first day he'd really met her.

He felt her orgasm, her body arching back in shock at how intense the sensation was, soaking him wet, her palms clenching on his back, responding to his thrusts with the rocking of her hips for a moment longer, sweet, helpless moans of pleasure coming from her lips.

"− I want to have a family with you − to have children with you −" He muttered with relief as he felt the heat spill over his lower abdomen when he finally came inside her, delighted that she was letting him feel herself again, that he was deep inside her, inside his safe place, inside his home. He heard her sigh softly.

"− one day −"

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smeddiemunson · 9 months

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No Upside Down AU + a platonic Stobin sleepover + buckingham and steddie referenced.

“So?” Robin asked.

Steve sucked his teeth. “Robin, we’ve only just started the sleepover, I’m not telling you yet!”

“I’m in my pyjamas! We have a movie on, we have popcorn! We built a blanket fort!” Robin pointed to each thing in turn as if to remind Steve that he knew exactly how long she had been waiting already. “If you make me wait any longer, I’ll kill you.”

Steve snorted. It was the most empty threat he’d ever heard in his life. If he died, by Robin’s hand or otherwise, she would follow him soon after. They were soul bonded at this point; one couldn’t exist without the other.

“Alright.” Robin slapped at his arm excitedly. “Alright! Stop hitting me!”

Robin stopped hitting him but left her hands on his arm, fingers pressing, urging against his skin.

“It was good.”

“Steve!” Robin moaned, throwing herself back against the pillows in truly dramatic fashion. “You can’t just give me that! I want all the details!”

“I don’t know, Rob!” Steve cried back. “I had fun. He’s really funny and sweet, and...” Steve bit his lip as a blush spread across his cheeks.

Robin picked up on it like a bloodhound. “At least tell me what film you watched?”

Steve turned his face away from her, focusing too intently on the movie. “I don’t really remember,” he mumbled.

Robin squealed. “Steven Harrington, you sly dog! I knew there were details!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “He had all these blankets and pillows in the back of his van, and he put fairly lights up, and we kinda couldn’t see the screen because we had to park further away for obvious reasons. But-“ Steve took a deep breath, then rushed out, “It might have been the best first date I’ve ever been on.”

“Eddie Munson, a romantic. Who would’ve thought? Certainly not me!”

Steve shoved at her.

“Well don’t stop there! I want the details!”

Steve groaned. “Do you really want the details?”

“Of course I do! If I can’t have my gay romance, then I want to live through yours!”

Steve lifted his arm to tuck Robin underneath it and pull her into his chest. He ignored the way she tried to struggle away. “You could still have your gay romance, Birdie. You just have to tell her.”

“You don’t know that!” Robin replied as she was finally able to get her arms free enough to push away from Steve.

“She’s friends with Eddie,” Steve reminded her. That should be all Robin needed to know to explain anything about former Queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham.

Robin slapped at him. “Just because she’s friends with a gay person doesn’t mean she is gay, dingus. That’s not how it works!”

Steve easily batted her hands away with a chuckle. “That’s how it worked with me!”

Robin groaned.

“I’m just saying, I would never have thought about being bi if you hadn’t said anything about being a lesbian. Maybe Chrissy is the same!”

Robin buried her face into her hands. “Okay,” She said, though it was muffled by her hands so much that Steve pulled them away from her face and kept her wrists in his hands.

“Okay. Say, by some miracle, she likes girls, what’s to say that she would like me?”

Steve made a noise of disagreement. “First of all, she would be crazy to not like you because you are amazing and beautiful and the bravest person I’ve ever met—”

Robin rolled her eyes but Steve merely rolled his back, shook her hands a little and carried on. They’d had this exact conversation before and Steve didn’t feel like retracing it because there were more important things to get to.

“But I am almost certain she does like you back. She definitely flirts with you all the time.”

“No she does not.”

“I think I know more about girls flirting that you do, Robin.”

“Why? Because you turn into a little school girl around Eddie and do the same thing?”

“No,” Steve said, though he did so through a blush that did nothing to defend him from the accusation. “I know because girls always flirt with me.”

“Oh shut up.”

“They do!” Steve finally let go of Robin’s wrists so he could push a frustrated hand through his hair— already floppy from his shower and lack of product. “They do and I know Chrissy is doing it to you.”

“Prove it.”

Steve grinned and began listing off his points on his fingers. “She always laughs at your jokes. She twirls her hair whenever she talks to you. She asked you to explain that fucking French movie you forced us to watch the other week and she listened.”

Robin whacked him again. “You told me you liked that film!”

“I fell asleep! Of course I liked it.” Steve huffed. “Do you need me to keep going about Chrissy?”

“Maybe not,” Robin muttered. Then she squarked as Steve scrambled over her and out of their blanket fort to where the phone was hooked into the wall. “What are you doing?”

Steve just grinned as he quickly clicked some numbers on the keypad.

Robin watched in confusion from her spot on the floor.

“Hello, this is Steven Harrington. I was wondering if I could speak to Chrissy?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

Robin’s face turned white in a second. She scrambled to her feet, losing them under herself a couple of times, but she couldn’t reach Steve to slam the phone down for him before he started speaking again.

“Hi Chrissy, I have Robin here.” He thrust the phone at her chest, not giving Chrissy time to answer and mouthed, ask her.

Robin glared, hoping that Steve would let it go. But he was as stubborn as she was and Chrissy’s confused call of Robin meant she wouldn’t be able to hold out longer than him this time. She would get her revenge, he was sure of it.

“Chrissy. Hi. How’s things?” Robin stumbled when she finally put the phone up to her ear. She didn’t stop glaring at Steve though.

Steve only smiled in triumph.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s good. Yeah.”

Steve jabbed Robin in the side to stop her from talking herself in circles. He gestured with his hands for her to get on with it.

“So, my reason for calling, and just, you know, stop me if this is at all weird and you don’t wanna hear it or if i’ve got the wrong idea. it’s Steve’s fault really--” He jabbed her again and pouted when she managed to land a meaty smack against his ribs. But it did get her to blurt out, “Do you wanna go to Benny’s with me? On Friday? As, like, a date?”

Steve pumped his fist in the air. It may not have been the way he would have asked a girl out, but Robin had done it!

“Awesome. Yeah. Great. I’ll see you Friday then. I’ll pick you up. No, I won’t I can’t drive. Steve will drive us. But I’ll see you Friday? Yeah. Cool. Awesome. Bye Chrissy.”

Robin handed him the phone in a daze, eyes following his hand as he hooked it back on the wall.

“What the fuck?” She breathed.

“I think you just got yourself a date with a hot girl, Robin.”

#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #buckingham #my fic #i've been gone for two months oops #so posting drafts :)

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spoiled-slutt · 9 months

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Made my account like 3 seconds ago, and I'm already Finnair rant. MY YANDRE SIMULATOR PHASE HAS BEEN COMING BACK

(I checked Google. Me no pedo. They're all 18!! Even if not, they're aged up to 18+! Don't cancel me please </3)

Sub! Budo/Taro/Yan-kun/Info-kun x Dom! AFAB!Reader

Cw: blood, knife play, smut/lime(?), sub & dom

OKOK SO LET ME SAY I LOVE BUDO SO FUCKUNG MUCH. HE IS SO 😍😍

The men I love so much are like. Taro, Budo, Yan-kun, Info-kun. LIKKEE 😍😍

I can imagine every single one of them on their knees while you hold their chin.

Taro

Taro has ples and begs coming from his mouth immediately. He pawing at your lap as he tried to kiss your lips again after you pulled away from his swollen lips. But he is always such a good boy for you. He is rock-hard in his pants. He's leaking precum by you, just pettung hid hair. you give him a reward. He loves it so much. And when he's a brat, he loves to tease you so you can punish him. Cause you bite at his neck, slap at his thigh, and pull on his hair. It just makes his dick so happy. He cries, but you and him both know he loves it. And when you start to actually show attention to his dick his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. Seeing stars. While you only just touched the tip slightly. But let's be real. He loves to please you. So doing what you want to makes him so fucking happy. He loves to eat you out. The first time he ate you out. He knew nothing. He was clueless. But when you showed him with you liked. He went full in eating you out like a starved man

Budo

Budo is such a brat. You have to have him crying for him to actually start begging for you. He has a big ego, so you have to try hard to get his bratty behavior down. You smile each time he yelps when you slap at his thigh. He has came multiple times by you just slapping his thigh. Or pull his hair because the next morning, he acts like he never did such things. (He secretly loves it when you have him on his knees. He just loved the ruff treatment and showing off his marks) but when he's surprisingly a good boy, he loves it when he can actually touch you when you're riding him. When he can actually explore your body when you're riding him <3

Yan-Kun

Yan-kun is already on his knees as soon as you say you want to have control. He doesn't hesitate for a second. Hearing you dom him makes his legs buck and hid legs go extremely weak. He hard as fuck in his pants already. And all you did was pat his head. He has puppy dog eyes. He likes it when you Dom and put him in his place. Just makes him feel so good. BUT LIKE TARO HE LOVES TO EAT YOU OUT. His face drenched in your juices while you grip his head to control him how to do it. He loves that you're shoeing him. He eats you as if he hasnt been fed since the dsy he was fucking born. He loves when you grip his head and stop him just when youre about to cum caude you want to cum in his cock as a reward. But when he's a brat, you go to the extreme. You have him tide down and use his own knife to cut his skin, making him bleed. Hid eyes roll to the back of his head each time as his jaw unhinged . And God, when he's a good boy, he loves it when you give him a reward. He doesn't even know when the reward is going to happen. Once, while at his house watching a movie. You gave him a passionate kiss, and you place your knee between his legs. And you give him a nice and slow blowjob while looking at him. He absolutely loves it. New photos added to his shrine <3

Info-Kun

I just know you have to break Info-kun to get him on his knees. You have to down talk him so much. By the time you actually start to touch him, he's rock hard and panting. He is such a brat that you have to constantly spanking him. But he loves it so much cause he loves the prints. And when you give him hickeys he squirms a lot. But God, he loves it. It's just that he can't help it. But he loves them cause he can only see them. He and only him. But when he's a good boy, he gets to choose what happens, and he almost always gets you to give him a hand job. He loves your warm hands around him. And he always chooses to put it on your face while you stick your tongue so he can take a photo. He has a whole file just about nasty pictures of you <3

#yandere sim x reader #yan sim x reader #yandere simulator x reader #taro x reader #budo x reader #yankun x reader #infokun x reader #i luv sub men #subby men for life #SUB MEN FOREVERRRR!!!!#smut

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taurder · 11 months

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Missionary

top!reader x bottom!miguel o'hara

contains: begging, missionary position, praising, praise kink, slight edging, mention of past bondage, fangs.

note: i needed to let that dialogue of the movie out of my head.

"no puedo más, no puedo más.."

miguel groaned again, his chest moving up and down too rapidly to think he was breathing right, but neither of you cared too much when he was finally getting what he craved all day, and it showed in the way his eyes flutter, pupils blown not really looking anywhere.

you had chosen this position for one and only reason, having the perfect view of this man coming undone under you. his chest moving along with your thrusts, his shoulders looking broad and tense for having his hands behind his back while the position also made him raise up his pelvis, as if presenting his untouched and yet completely aroused member to you.

"of course you can take it, c'mon" you punctuated your words with a slap against his right thigh, smiling in victory when another whiny moan escaped his mouth. his arms shifted but stayed in place, and you made a mental note to congratulate him for that later, since you didn't even need to use rope on him this time.

you moved your hands to his waist to have a better grip, to really slide deep inside the muscular man, and his dick instantly twitched while more sounds made his way out of miguel's mouth. the decision of taking him in this position was rewarded again, being able to see every move of that sinful mouth.

another great part of being face to face with him was about to show, you could tell by the way his dick was oozing pre come and he started closing his eyes, losing himself in the build up of the first orgasm of the night. you'd grope his pecs to make him more vocal if you weren't more focused in abusing his prostate.

"that's it, that's my man. you're getting there, aren't you? a little more, love, you're almost there" your encouragement and breathy tone only made his current state worse. his legs tensed up and he was trying to move to meet your thrusts. "wait for me, big boy. you're taking me so good and i'm about to cum, just a little more–"

the sound of skin with skin colliding together wasn't competition for miguel's swearing and pleading. his brow furrowed slightly as his eyes were still closed, he was trying to hold it in, to wait for you as you asked him. but you were filling him so good.

"no puedo.. más– más, ah, ah, ah, fuck! please cum already" a chuckle followed by a moan was the only answer he got back for his angry and desperate tone. but it was working, you loved hearing him and as your thrusts became more erratic you both knew you were about to get what you wanted.

"yes, yes, please, please. mmghh! no puedo, no puedo.." he cried out, hips thrusting up as his dick started cumming between both of you. his fangs unconsciously got out as he throw his head slightly back and there it was: your favorite view in the world.

his chest covered in his own cum, still moving up and down in a tempting way. his fangs out and pinching just below miguel's lower lip as his face showed how lost in bliss he was. the picture alone and the continuous thrusts in his tight hole, riding him through his orgasm was enough to make you spill out too.

even with his mouth closed and bitten the hero still moaned at the feeling of your hot seed filling him up good. your hands went up, caressing his torso while the waves of arousal started to fade and you smiled as you watched him open his eyes, slipping his tongue to lick at the two small red dots in his skin where his own fangs cut him.

"you look so hot right now. i can almost forgive you for not waiting for me" you teased, chuckling with heavy breaths when he rolled his eyes, whining in the middle of it when you pushed a little back into him, knowing how deliciously sensitive his hole was.

you watch him attentively again, admiring your work and deciding at the spot two things: you'll definitely make him wait for you in the second round. and you will have him in this position again.

#male reader #male reader x miguel o hara #miguel o'hara #m!reader x miguel o'hara #dom reader #dom reader x miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x male reader #bottom miguel o'hara #sub!miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you #male top reader #sub character #gn reader #gn reader x miguel o'hara #gn!reader #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader

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rosyjn · 9 months

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Girl, can you write dilf Jake sully taking care of an insolent RDA humam woman until she confess what he wants.

Like during the battle of the second movie (Neteyam didn't die)

They capture a woman thanks to Spider.

She refuses to talk, so Jake has to take things into his on hands and make her talk.

I want this man to make her feel so pleasured that she talk no stop.

And then after he gave her something like her 5 orgasm (she told him everything at this point) he leave her breathless on the floor, ready to tell Neytiri and the others (not the kids obly) everything.

(In this pls let's fake that both Jake and Neytiri have an open union)

alr here we go MDNI SMUTTT

warning overstim ROUGH ASS SEGGS btw

“Oh fuck! Fuck!” you’re practically screaming, head pressed into the floor. Your skin glistens with sweat and your legs shake but he shows no mercy. He just keeps pounding into you over and over again, roughly bottoming out at your cervix and then groaning. “Please please please! That’s all!” you yelp.

“I don’t believe you,” he grunts, smacking your ass before his large fingers travel to your clit. The added stimulation makes you unevenly squirt, wetting the floor. The tingle makes you back arch and your tight pussy clenches around his girth. You can hardly speak anymore. You’ve spilled out everything you know. Every single detail has been cried out by now. Every question has been answered.

“I swear! I promise!” you whine inbetween thrusts, your body shaking with each one. Your clit is swelled and sensitive by now, the walls of your cunt are desperately sucking Jake in. He doesn’t stop. You’re writhing and sobbing with pleasure, not being able to distinguish if you’re in pain or not. It doesn’t stop him. He ruts over and over into your sore pussy.

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth, want Neytiri here?” he teases.

“Please, no sir!” you cry, knowing that if his wife joins, you might pass out from the pleasure. “I’ve- told you everything I know- promise!” you grab into the floor, feeling another orgasm coming.

“You think I’m torturing you, hm? You don’t even know what I could do to you if I wanted,” he says, reaching around and pinching your clit. You jump at the mix of pain and pleasure. Jake holds you in place, knowing you couldn’t escape his grasp even if your life depended on it. He ruthlessly fucks you, and you swear you can see stars. Tears roll down your cheeks into the floor. “Coming again? Fuck, how many times has it been now?” he degrades you.

“So many! Please, it’s been so many…” you mewl, thinking that you might just pop. Jake might just thrust straight into your womb. He speeds up, rushing the arrival of your orgasm until you scream and arch your back.

“Tight little pussy clamping around me,” he mutters, slapping your ass again. A mixture of his cum and your slick coat his balls. It drips down your thigh and shines off your vulva. “Think you deserve to stop now? Think you’ve told me everything?” he asks. You are almost unable to respond, fucked dumb. You have been at it with him for hours, just getting ravaged. You had been spread like an eagle just spilling words and RDA secrets until your throat grew sore from the speaking and moaning. Jake would fuck your mouth roughly right after, just to make sure.

“Y-ye-yes… yes s-sir,” you whisper, barely breathing and just trembling. He has to perk his ears up to hear you, and then he pulls out. You gasp, your walls clenching closed again and making a squelching noise while all your juices drip down. Jake pants, sitting back and watching his load. Your arched back relaxes, and you fall limp onto the floor, still shaking and crying.

“Ready to fess up to everyone?” he crouches over to look at your face. You desperately nod, needing a minute to catch your breath. He pats your back when he sees your response.“Alright, see you in a minute,” he gets up off the floor, grabbing your clothes and throwing them in your direction before tying his loincloth and leaving the tent.

it’s really short sorry!

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rainylana · 2 years

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Perv Eddie Headcanons

Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: lots and lots of mentions of smut. perv head canons include oral, doggy style sex, spanking, panty stealing, fingering and cream pies.

requested by @hoetels101 hope you enjoy, honey!

taglist!

@ariesl0ves3ddiemuns0n @eddiemania @eddiemunnson @antigoneidk @averysblog @your-starless-eyes-remain @cosmic-lavender @flowers-and-tsukki @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @supercalifragilisticprincess @justaproudslytherpuff @delilahtaylorsverson @kaqua @getbillzoned @fionnthebandersnacc @imabadarsebard @softyutae @rovckwells @mic429 @avobabe87 @noturmom15 @lexthemess21 @bellasfavoritesweatpants @nothisispatric @no0neknowsm3 @blowing-mikey @ultimate-sdmn-trash @tripthlightfantastic @livasaurasrex @chaos-incorp @xx-hospitalforsouls-xx-blog @hearts4laura @lillianofliterature @underthebatcape @kellysimagines @ahzysauce @imangy @catherinnn @ohlovelyhollow @tessiemessie @phantomxoxo @heeyitsg @genuine-possum @actuallybarb @kneelforloki @fvcking-gxddess @edzmunsonswife @grace--03 @itiscj

• mans is the biggest pervert i don’t care what anyone says.

• alright, to start off, he steals your underwear. it’s actually a game he plays and he keeps score of how many pairs he can steal until you start to notice. when he’s home alone and missing your touch, he wraps your panties around his cock and jerks off to the thought of you, soiling your panties with his cum. when he returns them, he doesn’t bother to wash them💀

• disgusting sex. it’s mind blowing, obviously, but disgusting. lots of spitting. loves to spit in your mouth when you’re making out.

• LOVES to cum on your face. when you go down on him, before he can finish down your throat, he always pulls out and paints your face. he’ll lick it off too with a big swipe of his tongue, then stick it in your mouth to make you taste him.

• he also will just randomly, playfully lick you. he’ll be giving you bunches of kisses on your face, making you laugh, then just lick your cheek to make you squirm and hear you’re ugly laugh.

• sticks his nose in you when he eats you out…

• he’s not a controlling boyfriend whatsoever, but he MAKES you wear a sundress to the movies every time you go. bro almost cried once when you didn’t💀 the reason why, is very obvious, if you haven’t caught on yet. you had the most mind blowing orgasm on his fingers once during the premiere of the goonies.

• so many cream pies.

• slaps your ass every time he passes by you. it don’t matter if you’re in the comfort of your own home or in public. if your ass is in his eye line, it’s getting a slap. if he can tell you’re not wearing underwear, he’ll give you a hard squeeze that makes your knees buck.

• his favorite position is doggy style. he loves gripping your thick thighs and pulling you back on his cock with as much force as he can muster. absolutely loves the squelching sounds that come from your dripping cunt.

• leaves porn out purposefully just to see your reaction.

• passes you dirty notes in class.

“i need you so bad, baby. wanna meet me in the supply closet upstairs?”

“eddie, we have midterms next period.”

“and?”

• in the cafeteria line, he stands behind you and presses his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent and growing hard against your backside. he don’t give a shit who sees.

• he convinced you once to do it on principle higgins desk…

#eddie munson #perv eddie #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson smut #perv eddie headcanons #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #eddie the banished #eddie the brave #eddie the freak munson #eddie

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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Can we get some Modern Eddie and his Lil Mean Girl making some OF content.

Thanks babe ☺️

I'm making this a blurb lmao. also it's not halloween but it's summer so it basically is right??

"Can you even see out of that?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at Eddie, his Ghostface mask on, a kitchen knife in his hand.

"Yeah." Eddie's reply is muffled, making you grin. "I can always see my helpless victim." He mimicked the gruff voice of the movie making you snort, rolling your eyes.

"Don't do that, alright? We wanna make money." You snipped, propping up the camera.

"I got it." Eddie lifted the mask, half lidded eyes looking down at you lovingly. "I'll stay quiet."

"Yeah, right." You scoffed, shaking your head at him. "Just keep the mask on, and don't try to kiss me. You almost broke my nose last time."

"Sorry, baby." Eddie's sloppy grin made your knees buckle. "Got caught up. Forgot I had it on."

You rolled your eyes, biting back your own little grin while you set the timer on the camera. "You ready?" You asked.

Eddie smirked wide, nodding while he lowered his mask.

Twenty minutes later, his hand was fisted in your hair, yanking you up against his bare, tattooed chest, fucking into you fiercely. Skin slapping against skin, your whimpers and cries, while he fucked you roughly from behind.

"P-Please don't hurt me." You let out an exaggerated whimper, really playing it up for the cameras. Your subscribers would love this one. "Please, I'll do anything-oh!"

Eddie's hand cracked down on your ass, shoving you into the mattress meanly, while he used your body to fuck himself. Behind the mask you could hear his own breath hitching, stuttering making you flutter and clench around him.

Eddie pulled back, forcing you onto your knees while he jacked himself, releasing hot spurts all over your face, thick creamy ropes that decorated your smudged makeup.

"Now," Eddie forced you up by your hair, pushing the knife closely to your neck, not enough to even really touch you, but enough for the effects on the camera. "Tell everyone what your favorite scary movie is."

You batted your eyes at the camera, chest heaving and legs shaking. The cum was dripping down your cheeks towards your chin, mixing with your tears and drool. You knew you looked wrecked, ruined entirely. "Scream." You stuttered, his hand gripping your jaw.

"Good answer." Eddie rasped, before he knocked off the camera. The camera captured the ceiling and your loud, dramatic scream before cutting.

Two weeks later, just in time for Halloween, it was your most viewed and most purchased video yet.

#vivisblurbgame #oneforthemunny #munnytalks #modern!eddie x reader #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie #ghostface!eddie munson

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wrathofrats · 6 months

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well... how abouuuttt "why dont you ever listen to me?" with a ghoul of your choice, maybe the other ghoul is mad at dew, or maybe dew is upset, maybe because hes been trying to communicate that hes struggling ajd the others havent picked up on it, and he just wants it to stop. idk im not that good at coming up with prompts on the spot but i hope this is a good enough idea!! 🤷

Hi it’s been ….. we aren’t going to talk about how long it’s been.

But I hope you enjoy, yall seem to love when I give Dew problems (don’t worry I love it too)

Slapping aether in here because it hurts

Anyways, cirrus makes a joke, dew needs a hug and aether is a very supportive boyfriend

Dew doesn’t know when it began to bother him.

He sat on the couch nonchalantly watching some horror movie cirrus had thrown on. The exorcist? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t think he really cares.

“Careful cir, you’ll give him nightmares” aether teased

“He is the nightmare” cirrus rolled her eyes in a response, a playful smile at her lips. It was a joke.

His chest feels hollow as aether ruffles his hair. Something about it didn’t feel right. A normal quip that would have him saying something stupid in response, or simply giving her the finger, suddenly didn’t have the same feeling to it.

He swallowed heavy, the salvia only added to the pit in his stomach.

It’s a gross feeling, something between knowing he’s overreacting and wanting to cry at the thought that they actually think he’s a nuisance. Both are untrue, the logical part in his brain tries to convince him but it doesn’t stop the tears that sting in the back of his eyes, the flush in his face or the way his head feels like it’s full of starch.

It was a joke.

He’s overreacting, he’s certain of it but he can’t stop himself from getting up and walking away without his usual banter.

“Dew? What’s up?” Aether calls after him, following him into the bathroom.

Dew shakes his head to save his dignity. His voice will shake and crack, he knows if he even tries to say he’s ok a sob will rack his body and he won’t be able to contain himself anymore.

He’s embarrassed because he’s overreacting and he’s clutching the sink as aether puts a supportive hand on his back but it feels patronizing because he knows he’s overreacting and he’s-

“Did we say something?”

Dew sobs. Quick, choked off like it wasn’t supposed to come out because it wasn’t. Because he’s overreacting and he shouldn’t be acting like this. Because it was a joke and he’s making a scene because he can’t help but overthink everything.

“Dew, it was a joke” aether embraces him, lightly to not overwhelm him, but he can’t leave him like this. Dew barely lets go of his vice grip on the counter top to let aether pull him into himself. “She didn’t mean it, we thought you liked jokes like that”

He doesn’t. He’s said that.

Dew shakes his head and pushes away from aether enough to speak.

The crack in his voice makes him wince as he chokes and gasps the sobs back to try and get out what he’s saying without being a complete mess, but it’s pathetic anyways, he feels like a child. The way aether stares in concern makes him feel like a petulant toddler throwing a fit.

“I can’t stand them anymore. I’ve said this”

“Have you?” Aether asks, genuinely. The fact that he’s being genuine almost makes it hurt more. He wishes aether would just let him be dramatic and leave him alone.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” Dew all but wails. He’s louder than he means to be, another sob ringing out in the middle of his sentence. Aether looks confused and concerned, like dew has actually lost it this time, over a joke no less.

“I am, I am listening to you droplet, tell me what’s wrong”

It feels patronizing, dew knows aethers not trying to be but the frustration builds anyways.

“I’m tired aeth, I’m tired of you all acting like you hate me. No one ever acts like they genuinely like or want to be around me and it’s fucking heart wrenching” dew cries

“Water bug you know i-“ aether shakes his head, remorseful.

“No, aether you don’t understand. You all keep saying you hate me. It stings. I don’t know what to do I don’t understand why I’m the only one not worthy of kindness” dew clings to aethers shirt like if he lets go aether will disappear and stop listening to him.

“Dewdrop I’m sorry I didn’t know-“

“Stop please just - I don’t get it” dew sobs. He leans his head into aethers shirt, fist fulls of fabric brought up to his face as aether embraces him tightly.

Dew just weeps, a dam of emotions he can’t bare to vocalize comes out in tearful pleas instead.

“I don’t get it. I’m sorry. Please listen I’m sorry. I don’t understand” the demands come out in choked off cries, forceful sounds racking his small frame as aether hugs him tightly to try and get him to stop shaking.

Aether lowers them to the floor, holds dew in his lap and tries to soothe him.

“You’re not being dramatic, I’m sorry. We love you so much and I’m sorry we don’t say that” aether whispers into his hair.

Dew starts to quiet down as aether traces shapes into his back, the distraction well needed. He clings and listens and tries to focus on whatever aether is dragging into his skin with the tip of his fingers.

“So sorry waterbug, you’re ok, I love you so much. You’ve done nothing wrong”

Dew realizes what the shapes are.

He’s tracing hearts into his back.

#time to give dew pain again #I’m sorry man idk. love that thing but consider: I give him all my problems #also the important note of no one’s in the wrong here #sometimes communication is hard and so are emotions #aether would die for him ok? so would cirrus #the band ghost #ghost #fanfic #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #angst

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honeeslust · 5 months

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Choso

Even being inexperienced, he was able to take his time, slowly rubbing your clit. Just barely biting back his moans as he experimented with he ways he could play in your pussy.. If I touch the clitoris like this, it'll make you come? He asked feeling how it began to twitching under his thumb. You half moaned a laugh. Baby just say clit. he presses harder now, his dick beginning to ache as he stroked it with his free hand.He licks you up and down, your body shaking as his tongue enticed a mind numbing orgasm out of you. Baby you're so wet, Will this make you pregnant? He asks innocently. You almost break into laughter, cursing Yuji for always fucking with him, knowing he knew no better. Ahh no, you have to actually fuck me, have you been talking to Yuji again again? No he lies. He did. But only because he wanted to make sure his first time wasn't only for his own pleasure. He wanted to make sure you felt just as good if not better. Iss just. You feel so good. Your so warm and… wet, can I ?? Pleasse??? He looked so needy stroking his dick, jaw agape as his fingers plunged deeper into you. He may have been new to this but his basic instinct was to feel the way you gripped his fingers around his cock. You knew it was risky but you relented. Ok. Ok you can…But you have to pull out. Yes. He breathed now pushing his blushing head right againt your tightness. All the blood rushes straight from his head his cock, leaving him dizzy and in awe as he slowly fills you to the brim. Your body stiffens but your pussy welcomes every inch by pulling him in and holding him there. Ssss ohhhh, Can I move now, need to move baby. The tight wet hug you gave him had him sputtering your name as he watched him self spreading your tight little pussy. Mmmm, like that? He asks running his hands down your body, squeezing your stomach and holding you in place so he could fuck you deeper. Yes, like that Cho, exactly like that. His rough hands leave bruises all over your stomach as be began bullying his cock into your pussy until your hands were pushing him back, crying out for him to slow down. Cho, mm gunna come. You cried, defeatedly letting him press your body into the mattress, his dick still swelling within you as the sound of your cries made him lose what little restraint he had. Yes baby, please come fer me, I wanna make you come. He groans, pounding your pussy with deliberate deep strokes, battering your sweet spot repeatedly until he felt your tightness gripping tighter and a sticky mess ran down the crease of your ass. Mmmm he growls arching his hips and one handing your ass so he could tease your clit once more with the other. He halts, nearly spilling everything into you. He pulls out moaning as you perched up on your knees and helped him along by stroking him dry as he palmed the back of your head, whimpering pathetically until his knees went weak. He decorates your chest with pretty ropes of come, his face blushing red as he watches you licking some of the slick off of your fingers. Choso can't let that be the last of it, not when his cock still hung fully erect and in need of more of you. Cmere he says forcing you over on all fours. I think I saw this in a movie he adds stroking his dick as he prepared to fuck you again. You smile over your shoulder just say porn baby. Whatever he retorts slapping his dick over your ass and gripping the fatty flesh before shoving himself back in making you squeel as you ran from the sting. Shhhhh, baby, lemme feel you he says pulling your hips back until he was buried deep.

🖤That's all I got for now. 👉🏾👈🏾

#human choso #smut oneshot #smut writer #smutxanime honeeslust #blackgirlswhowriteanimesmut #jjk season 2 #choso x female reader #chosos first time #choso x you

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