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ratzmatazz · 2 years
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someone talk me down from considering an irish wolfhound as a dog
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gar-a-ash · 19 hours
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Tassie this is literally day fucking one of your coat starting to shed and this was two minutes with the shedding blade wtf
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alteriivik · 6 months
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Submissive male who gets relentlessly teased for always being horny?
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WHAT A NEEDY ONE... | RAMBLES
warnings: sexual content !!
I LOVE IT 🗣🗣🔥🔥‼️‼️
pathetically horny sub who daydreams a lot that people start teasing him about it, even sometimes strangers. He thinks about you, wanting to hear your voice again, to feel your skin against his as you hold his hand gently, to feel your gaze on him only, to feel your presence near him—to bask in your attention. He is just so utterly in love with you and your d--.
pathetically horny sub who can’t help but almost constantly stare at you; he can’t help it; you’re so attractive, from how perfect-looking your face is to how stunning your body is… Oh god, he feels his body heating—his thighs rubbing against each other and his fingers fiddling nervously as he slowly grows restless at the thought of you. He’s just so obvious sometimes.
pathetically horny sub being pushed against a random gas station’s bathroom stall after he finally broke down and begged for you. It started sweet at first, his arms wrapped around your arm as he nuzzled his face on it and then to him giving you fleeting kisses, from the cheek to the neck, and then him looking at you expectantly with sad puppy eyes. Finally, he broke down, admitting to wanting you soooo severely.
pathetically horny sub being pressed against the stall door as you keep giving him a handjob; you haven’t even let him cum once—he bites his sleeves, letting out little whimpers and moans. His face flushed a heavy scarlet red in embarrassment and excitement, and there were little tears in the corner of his eyes as he continued to feel his body grow hotter and needful while he listened to your teasing voice saying such… humiliating yet stimulating words. His breathing was ragged; you hadn’t allowed him to cum for so long; although he was still half-aware that you were still teasing him, your words turned into gibberish as his mind grew hazy at the feeling of an orgasm coming. Finally, he doubles down after you have allowed him to cum, his mind and body a mess.
pathetically horny sub giving you a blowjob in your car after, him gagging and moaning around it, his saliva-coated lips deliciously wrapping around your stiff dick. He looked so greedy for you, your cock at least, and you notice this. A mischievous smile plays on your face as his eyes widen at his expression. Now there he is, his dick out, grinding against your shoes as you force him to take your cock until the base, tears running down his cheeks and a face so beautifully flushed. Your words, oh so teasing, words that are so humiliating and degrading for him, yet he can’t get enough of it because he started grinding a little faster against your shoe.
he looked like a ruined, desperate slut for you, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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valeskafics · 4 months
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"Ménage à Trois" - Frat!Cregan Stark x Bimbo!Reader x Frat!Jacaerys Velaryon
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Summary: Cregan and Jace are beyond excited when they learn that you and your boyfriend have broken up and that you're attending their frat's party.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, double penetration, p in v sex, anal sex, ass eating, tiddy succin, fingering, overstim, dumbification, praise kink, creampie, unprotected sex
Word Count: 2,000 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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From the moment uni started, Cregan and Jace have been inseparable. The two rushed Alpha Sigma Theta together, played on Winterfell University’s rugby team together, and became more like brothers than best friends. They had so much in common that it was almost uncanny.
However, the one thing they had in common that threatened to drive them apart? Their mutual crush on you.
Ever since freshman year, both of them have had the hots for you. However, you were still dating your high school boyfriend, Jake Lannister, who went to uni all the way in Casterly Rock. They told themselves back in their first year that the relationship would end, but it continued for the majority of their time at WU, frustrating them. You were always so sweet to them, if not a bit on the ditzy side. The cutest girl they’d ever seen, always dressed head to toe in pink, a sweet lipgloss-coated smile on your face. And don’t even get them started on that body of yours. Seeing you working out at the campus gym in those tight little yoga pants and sports bras? It’s embarrassing how long they talk about it after the fact.
Senior year, however, everything changes. You come back to uni like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Jace approaches Cregan with a massive grin on his face, a spring in his step as he walks away from the communications lecture he has with you.
“What’s up?” Cregan asks, glancing up from his phone, curious as to what has his best friend grinning like a fool.
“She’s single.”
“Who’s single?”
“Don’t play dumb, Creg. She’s single.”
Cregan’s jaw drops, his phone nearly slipping out of his hand before he catches it in time, “You’re kidding, right? She and that Lannister guy broke up?”
“Yep,” Jace smirks, “She is completely single. And I invited her to the party at Alpha tonight.”
Cregan and Jace, being seniors now, are the presidents of the fraternity, the most sought-after guys in school. But right now?
You’re the only one on their mind.
It’s a tiki themed party, stupid and cliche, but they don’t give a fuck. Alpha hosts the best parties on campus and they can’t wait to see how you look when you show up in your own hula skirt and coconut bra. It’s a dress code requirement, while the guys are required to only wear boardshorts, a less than subtle way for the two of them to show off their washboard abs.
“You’re sure she’s coming?” Cregan questions from behind the tiki bar as he mixes a drink for one of their fraternity brothers who’s probably had a bit too much already, “Or are you just getting my hopes up for no good reason?”
“No, dude, I swear she’s coming,” Jace says, bouncing up and down on his feet like an energetic puppy, brushing a strand of brown curls off of his face, “She seemed like, really fuckin’ stoked about it too. Said she didn’t do much partying earlier because of being in a relationship and shit.”
“Shit,” Cregan laughs, “Alright. But, uh, how are we gonna play this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean we both like her, you fucking idiot.”
Jace blanches, his face draining of blood, “Oh. I, um, I didn’t think that far ahead.”
“Do you ever?”
“Bro, suck my dick!”
“You suck my dick!”
The two of them are cut off by the sound of a soft giggle, looking up only to see you, dressed in your Polynesian best, that coconut bra showing off your tits in the most delicious of ways, your grass skirt hanging low on your waist, revealing your belly button ring. You picked a pink skirt, how much more adorable can you get?
Before Cregan can even react, Jace is practically leaping over the table to pull you into a hug that’s a little more than friendly, barely able to restrain himself from grinding his hard-on against you when his body is pressed against yours. Cregan moves around to embrace you next, towering over you as he tucks you beneath his chin in a hug.
“You two tending the bar all night or are you gonna dance with me?”
You have a mischievous glint in your eyes as you look at them, hands on your hips.
Jace immediately drags you toward the dance floor, Cregan following after the two of you. The bass is pounding, the dance floor is hot and sweaty as you face Cregan, Jace at your backside. Cregan moves to rest his hands on your hips, groaning slightly as you grind up against him while Jace rolls his hips against your back.
Promiscuous girl, wherever you are
I’m all alone and it’s you that I want
Cregan is taken by surprise when you move to pull him in closer, your hands threading through his hair as you kiss his lips, your own tasting of sugar and strawberries, no doubt the effect of your lipgloss, as your tongues meet in a sordid dance, the kiss being nowhere near PG-13. You moan against his mouth while Jace watches on hungrily, Cregan’s fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he grinds against you. When you break the kiss, you lean back, your head resting against Jace as you kiss him next. His breath catches in his throat at the way you move your ass up against his hard-on and part of him fears that he might just cum in his pants from this, but he manages to hold himself together, kissing you back, hands caressing your stomach, loving the way you shiver against him.
“You know,” you say when you finally break apart, glancing between the two boys, “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anybody except Jake. And both of you are just so cute, I can’t pick.”
“Maybe you don’t have to,” Cregan murmurs, moving to kiss your neck while Jace’s lips press to the other side, “Do you wanna come upstairs with us?”
“Yeah,” you affirm, “I do.”
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Excitement stirs in your stomach as you follow Jace up the stairs, Cregan moving behind you. Truth be told, you’ve been attracted to the pair of them ever since uni started, it’s just being with Jake, you were never able to do anything about it. But here you are, heading up to Cregan’s room in the frat house. The door closes with a click behind you and immediately, both of the boys are pressed up against you, the three of you moving toward the bed. Cregan is at your back now, Jace at your front as he undoes your coconut bra, letting out a low groan of delight as your tits spill free of their confines, immediately moving to squeeze at them while Cregan makes quick work of your hula skirt. You grind your ass against Cregan as his fingers move to stroke your pussy, lips pressed to your neck. Jace moans, mouthing at your tits as you palm his surprisingly large cock over the fabric of his boardshorts.
“How do you want us, pretty girl?” Cregan murmurs in your ear, nipping at your skin, loving the little mewl of surprise you let out, “Hm?”
“Want you,” you moan as Jace begins suckling at one of your nipples while Cregan’s fingers rub against your clit, “Jace in my pussy and you in my ass.”
Jace snickers, moving to kiss your lips, his own hot and wet against yours, before he whispers, “Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty little pussy while Creg takes you from behind? We can do that for you, baby. Can’t we, Creg?”
“Whatever our little princess wants,” Cregan says, his voice a low rumble in his chest as his fingers continue deftly circling your clit, pinching at it gently, making you cry out his name as you soak his fingers with the evidence of your arousal.
Jace pulls you to lay on top of him, straddling him as he pushes the waistband of his boardshorts down, making your jaw drop at how long and thick he is. You feel the blood rush to your face at the way he smirks at you, the cocky undertone to his voice as he coos, almost mockingly.
“Aw, baby, your ex’s dick wasn’t this big, huh?” You shake your head, eyes still slightly wide with surprise, your mouth watering at the thought of having that inside you, “It’s okay, pretty girl. I’ll take it slow.”
You gasp as you feel Cregan’s tongue moving against your puckered hole while Jace begins pumping one then two fingers in and out of your cunt, the sensation of both being pleasured at once being almost too much for you. Jace continues caressing your breasts with his free hand, kissing them sloppily, while Cregan’s tongue moves in and out of you with ease, wanting to prepare you for his cock. Your thighs tremble at the sheer amount of stimulation and it takes little time for the coil in your stomach to snap, prompting you to bury your face in Jace’s neck as you cry out Cregan’s name.
Jace presses his lips against yours while you feel Cregan’s lips at the nape of your neck, the tip of his cock teasing your puckered hole as he gets ready to fuck you. You take Jace first, sinking down onto his girthy length with a near sob of his name, feeling more full than you ever have before. He stretches you out almost painfully but not quite, the sting giving way to mind-blowing pleasure sooner than later.
Cregan chuckles as he slowly pushes inside you, making you moan, your head falling back against his chest as his hands move to squeeze your tits, pinching at your nipples, “You look so pretty like this, sweetheart. Taking us like a good little princess.”
“Fuck, Cregan,” you whimper, “Jace…”
Jace grabs you by the hips and begins rutting up against you, sweat matting those chocolate curls to his forehead while Cregan moves at a slightly slower pace, feeling how tight you are around him. They move in and out of you, filling you over and over, Jace sitting up to press his lips to yours once more. This is everything you could have ever dreamed of, being sandwiched between the two of them as they fuck you. Your mind is devoid of any thoughts except them and the pleasure they’re giving you.
“Look at our pretty girl,” Cregan murmurs, “Taking our cocks so well, such a perfect little ass, perfect pussy.”
“She’s too fucked out to even think,” Jace snickers, his cock hitting that spot inside of you that sends you reeling, “Aw, yeah, I’m almost tearing you apart, huh, pretty girl? I think you can take it, can’t you? Use your words for me.”
“I can take it,” you barely manage to eke out, reaching your peak, soaking Jace’s cock, but the two of them just keep going, your overstimulated body and pleasure-addled mind almost at its breaking point, “Oh my gods…”
“Yeah, such a perfect body just for us,” Cregan growls against your ear, his hips beginning to stutter, his balls tightening as he feels you squeezing around him, “You can give us another one, baby.”
“Just. Like. That,” Jace grunts, punctuating each word with a thrust, letting out a moan as he spills himself inside you, the image of his cum leaking out of your cunt burned in his mind forever, a satisfied grin on his face as you brace yourself against his chest, Cregan reaching his own end soon after while you?
You reach your third? Fourth? Fifth climax of the night? What is it? You’re too fucked out to think as Cregan cuddles you, Jace moving away to get you a glass of water and a towel, cleaning you off.
You fall asleep, tucked between the two of them, their lips ghosting along your skin, the promise of another ménage à trois in the air.
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thefantasyden · 11 days
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Needy Mutts
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Pairing: Han + F Reader + Chan
Genre: SMUT
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Warnings: Puppy play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, Dom Chris, Puppy Switch Sungie, double creampie, cum eating, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), hair pulling, marking, filthy dirty talk, some degradation, lots of praise, gets gentle in the end then is filthy again, slight dub con in the beginning? (established dynamic), mention of nipple play maybe?
Word Count: 2570
Summary: FILTHY Puppies jisung and Reader put on a show for their Daddy.
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He couldn’t resist. You were laying on the floor scrolling through apps on your phone, completely unaware of Jisung's eyes devouring you. The underwear you had on was clinging to the outline of your pussy, highlighting your puffy lips and before he could stop himself, he was reaching out from where he sat against the couch, his arms slipping under your thighs as he move to lay on his tummy, tugging the thin fabric that was covering your core to the side so that he could lick one firm strip along your pretty pussy.
“Sungie! What are you-“
A growl vibrates against the flesh of your ass as his teeth sink into it, warning you to keep quiet and let him do as he pleases. You were the more submissive of the two of you, and he knew you’d do anything he wanted you to when you were unsupervised.
“You looked so good laying there like that.” He mumbles against your skin, lips pressing against every inch he can find. “Practically begging me to take you.”
You whimpered quietly, head falling into your hands as he lapped at your wet cunt in long, languid strokes, nibbling your thighs occasionally. You can’t help but to yelp when his thumb slides down your slit to rub circles at your clit as he continues teasing your hole with his tongue, feeling the muscles spasm as his tongue circles you.
“Daddy wouldn’t be very happy with you right now, would he?” His breath is warm against your pussy and you can only whimper in response, thoughts flooding your head of what Chris would say when he found out you were so easily influenced by Jisungs advances.
He was playing with you, working you up so that he could physically see the way your pussy was dripping for him, new waves of slick coating you just for him to lap them up like he had been lost in the desert for days and you were his oasis.
“Being so good. Letting me play with your little cunt when you know Daddy says we aren’t supposed to do this alone.
“That’s never stopped you before!” You whine with a pout before your eyes are wide, both of your heads whipping toward the door as you hear the distinct squeak of it’s hinges, Chris standing in the door way with an amused smirk on his face as he watches a very brief look of fear, followed by thought before Jisung chooses to dive back in, devouring you like a starved man with his only goal being to make you moan as loud as he could in front of your Owner.
Chris isn’t surprised, shaking his head as he kicks the door closed, slipping out of his coat and making his way to the couch behind where you’re spread on the floor, settling in as he watches the filthy show playing out in front of his eyes.
“Look at my horny little mutts.” He muses to himself, raising an eyebrow when he hears Jisung growl against your cunt. “Couldn’t even go a few hours without getting yourselves in trouble, could you.” It’s not so much a question as it is a statement of the obvious, considering this was a constant occurrence for you two.
Jisung audibly whines against your pussy, aroused by the degrading words of your Dom whilst simultaneously feeling possessive over his favourite plaything. Nobody in their right mind would expect him to keep his needy hands off you when you’re always so ready and eager to please him.
He slips two fingers into your leaking cunt, pressing down against your gspot as he sits up on his calves, rolling his eyes even though the man behind you couldn’t see it. All Chris could see was your hips pressing up to meet Jisungs fingers as you fall over the thin line between needy and desperate, only thinking about your need to be filled.
“What do you expect? Poor puppy is always wet and ready to be fucked. You’re not taking care of her, so I have to do it myself.” His words have a subtle bite to them, his free hand gripping your ass firm enough to make you hiss in pain.
Chris scoffs out a laugh, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. “You think you’re so tough, don’t you? Think you’re such a stud, hm?” He’s taunting the younger boy, but he knows their true goal is a shared one. To have you falling apart entirely for their pleasure. He was rarely one to punish his pets for being such needy sluts. Truthfully, that’s exactly how he liked them.
“Prove it, then.” He eggs the younger boy on, his own hand slides down his body, connecting with his hard cock over his jeans and moving at an almost painfully slow pace, teasing himself as he palmed his cock through the rough fabric, his lip tugged between his teeth to suppress his groaning. “You have a pretty bitch laid out and desperate for your cock. Show us how much of a stud you are.” His voice has a roughness to it that registers even through the fog clouding your mind and it has you gasping a little louder, Jisung pulling his fingers from your aching pussy so that he can shove them into his own mouth, carefully cleaning them off before he slides them down your back, admiring the way his saliva glistens against your unmarked skin.
“Show me how well you can fuck our needy slut.” Chris puts a little extra emphasis on the degrading word for your benefit and his taunting has the desired effect, Jisung feeling his breath catch in his throat as he tugs his briefs down, Looking back at Chris and holding eye contact as he blindly teases your pussy with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down your slit to get himself nice and wet before he presses it inside of you slowly, head thrown back against his own will as he feels the way your walls flutter as he sinks into you. He was always a little thicker than you could handle even at his size and you’re gripping at the plush rug that cushions your body against the wooden floor, the slight stretch forcing any remaining thought from your mind so that all that remains is your need to be filled and used by your favourite men.
Jisung doesn’t hesitate to press one of his palms between your shoulders, holding you down as you wriggle to try and get more of him inside you. It truly feels like forever before he’s seated flush against your ass, taking a moment to savour how well you take him in before he begins thrusting into you. He wants to tease you, to take it slow, but he can’t make himself be patient when your cunt is clinging to him, clenching around his length and begging him to pound into you.
He sets just enough of a rhythm to ensure it feels good for you, but his thrust are far from smooth as he fucks into you like he’s never felt pussy before, always losing any semblance of his composure when he has you. It was the only real evidence that he was as desperate and clumsy as you were.
“Feels good, doesn’t it Sungie? Bet she’s so tight around your cock huh? Poor thing. She’s so wet you can barely keep it in.” Chris has his zipper down at this point, cock free from his boxers and standing to attention as he fucks his fist slowly, his grip firm as he tries to mimic the way your cunt grips him when he fucks you.
“You just like watching me use her little cunt.” Jisung spits, trying to stop himself from rambling and failing miserably when he feels and hears how you react, your moans sounding pornographic as you move a hand to your chest to play with one of your nipples. You were so desperate to be touched and it made him cave almost instantly. He lets the words spill out of his mouth uncensored for your pleasure, finding himself eager to make you feel as good as he was feeling in that moment. “You love how fucking filthy she looks when she’s filled with my cum. How nasty it sounds when you finally shove your cock in her once I’m done with her holes. Fuck. Daddy. She’s so fucking wet. Feels too good. God. Need to ruin her. Please”
Both men are groaning, moans flowing freely from each one of you as you’re fucked dumb on Jisungs pretty cock, Chris moving from the couch to kneel in front of you, your tongue lolling out of your mouth when you see his cock in all it’s glory right at the perfect level for you to take it into your mouth. You knew better, of course, and would never dare to touch his cock without his permission.
“I think she wants you to ruin her, Sungie.” He coos, petting your hair gently before his fingers grab a handful. He’s only holding your head still, not tugging at all as he taps the head of his cock against your tongue, smiling sweetly as your drool for him, spit dripping down onto the carpet. You’re so fucked out at this point that you’re thanking them for being so good to you, grateful for their undivided attention.
“Dumb puppy likes to be fucked full, don’t you baby? Does it make you feel good when Sungie uses you like you’re a worthless toy? You like being our pretty fleshlight?” You try desperately to nod but the grip on your hair prevents movement and you can’t speak to answer when Chris is pressing his cock into your mouth.
“That’s our good puppy.” His voice is proud as he holds you still, not moving his hips. He lets you tease his tip with your tongue, knowing you love the feeling of having something in your mouth even more when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Gonna cum. Please. Please let me cum!” Jisung is a mess behind you, his thrust uneven and the hand on your hip digging in painfully as he moves his other from between your shoulders to the side of your neck, Chris moving his hand from your hair to allow Jisung to pull you back flush against his body, his mouth connecting with your neck to leave dark bruises, marking you possessively. He was still capable of just enough thought to stick to one side, aware that Chris would want to mark the other himself.
“So fucking pretty taking my cock. Such a tight little pussy. She takes me so fucking well, Daddy. She’s so good for us.” The words flood your ears and you clench around him intentionally, catching him off guard as his hips press hard against you, his cum filling you deep as he pants, Chris catching your lips in a tender kiss as tears prick the corner of your eyes.
Jisung is panting, struggling to catch his breath as he holds you close, eventually letting you fall forward into your Dom’s arms. He only gets a few minutes of peace before he’s being pushed away from you gently, the older boy carefully picking you up so that he can lay you on the couch and position himself over you, his pants being pushed down just a little more to avoid the uncomfortable friction of jeans rubbing against your thighs where he settles between them.
“You did so good baby. Do you think you can take a little more?” your eyes are wide and your hands are gripping his shirt, the tears now flowing freely down your cheeks. You’re pleading for him to touch you, whining to have your Daddy fill you. You could never have one of them without the other and not feel empty still after. You needed them both.
Jisung is crouched beside you now, kissing your cheeks sweetly and petting your hair as Chris drags his cock through the cum that was leaking out of you, pushing it back in as he buried his cock inside of you. He was bigger than Jisung, but you were too fucked out at this point to feel anything but pure ecstasy. Being the centre of attention always made you feel out of control and overwhelmed and they were ready and willing to soothe you, Chris pressing gentle kisses to your lips, trading off occassionally to nip at your neck just hard enough to leave marks as he rolls his hips against your own, ensuring he was fucking you nice and deep. He always wanted to take his time with you.
“You’re so good to us baby.” He coo’s between kisses, Jisung massaging your scalp firmly making you sigh with joy. “You’ve been so good for us lately. Our sweet puppy. We love you so fucking much.” His thrust become harder, keeping the same slow pace as he grinds against your gspot with intention, urging you to cum for him. He always made sure your orgasm was reserved for him, knowing that Sungie was always too eager to be able to fuck you through it properly.
He can tell my the pitch of your moans and the way you dig your nails into his hip that you want to cum, grabbing Jisungs hand and bringing it down so that he could rub circles against your clit, watching your tongues meet as he focused on keeping himself calm so that he could give you what you deserve.
“Will you cum for Daddy? I wanna watch you cum for him, Puppy. Wanna see you cum on our Daddys cock.” Jisung is whispering between messy kisses, your hands switching constantly between grabbing at Jisungs shirt and gripping Chris hip as he fucks you.
They’re both whispering filthy praises to you and your high hits you without warning, your back arching as you keen, whimpering like a hurt puppy as you’re flooded with emotion. Chris laces his fingers with yours, bringing your hand up to his mouth so that he can kiss your fingers as he fucks you through your orgasm, cooing softly when you start writhing from the overstimulation as he chases his own release.
“Doin’ so well. You can take it baby, I know you can. Just a lil more. You take Daddys cock so well, angel.” His voice is rougher and he’s lost a little of the calm demeanour he usually holds, groaning something filthy when Jisung manages to find a position that allows his tongue just enough room to lap gently at your clit which makes you squeeze the other man even tighter.
It doesn’t take long for Chris to feel his own orgasm ripping through his body, groaning and whispering his thank you’s, watching cum drip down to your ass when he pulls out. You’re crying and wriggling, the pleasure having been almost too much for you to handle.
He can’t help but feel overwhelmed with love and pride, kissing you before he whispers that he’ll be right back, leaving to get a damp cloth to clean you up just a little bit before he makes you shower.
He’s only gone for 2 minutes, and that’s all it takes for Jisung to settle himself between your thighs again, ignoring your pained begging as he tastes the mixture of their cum covering his tongue, shoving it inside you in an attempt to get more.
“I can’t leave you alone for even a second, can I?”
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pedge-page · 30 days
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Hellooo - please tell me you have plans for late-stage pregnant!reader and himbo!joel, and breastfeeding himbo!joel once the baby arrives 🥺🥺❤️
Mine is Mine
Himbo!Sub!Joel Miller x F!Reader
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Notes: I went somewhere with this and then made a 180 at the end--hope you like!
Warnings: himbo! Joel, sub!Joel, pregnant reader, breastfeeding, lactation kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dry footjob, Mommy kink, brief puppy talk, crying during sex, cowgirl/riding, Joel pulls a uno reverse on you and gets a bit aggressive at the end which may be triggering for some, sign of obsession turning toxic and negligent behavior
18+ ONLY
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Joel gets so visibly excited watching your belly grow day by day.
Sometimes, however, when his little brain can’t communicate well, it gets the best of him.
You’re atop him, riding his cock casually. You lean back, the ache in your lower back a little more tolerable in this position, with your arms straight and hands gripping his bent knees. the bed creaks with each roll of your hips. Joel has the glorious sight of your rounded tummy on display, moving up and down with you. He touches it, palm splayed out, amazed at how big you’ve grown. 
But this position—he hates it. You don’t notice the whimpers in his throat until you’re catching a glean of a tear in his eye.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” You ask, concerned laced in your motherly voice. You sit up but can’t get much closer to hold his face with your baby in the way.
He shakes his head. 
“Why are you crying?”
He grumbles, biting his lips. Your movement stilled, clenching around his cock expectedly as he stumbles over his words.
“I—I can’t kiss you like this. I hate it.”
He usually takes you in missionary, mostly so you can pet his hair and he can hump you pathetically, but with the bump now growing by the day, it's not as comfortable for him to lie on top of you. There came a point where there was no longer a position the two of you could be in to be able to hold each other close. It was how Joel always liked it, pressed tight against you, feeling each other’s breath and tongues and lips. Close, almost inseparable. This might be the one thing he regrets about getting you knocked up.
You can’t help but feel sorry. “I know. I know. It’s soooo hard for you, isn’t it?” You say, rolling your hips up and the sinking back down on him slowly. 
He hisses. There’s probably some bell in his brain that detects the double entente, but he doesn’t show it.
You sit up a bit more on your knees, and make him take both hands in yours. “Like this, okay? That way you can hold me.” With your hands locked, you started rocking against him again. Smooth, gentle movements that has him twitching underneath you.
His eyes don’t know whether to lock on to yours, your tummy pressing against his, or the space below that he can feel your wetness coating his member. All he knows is clenching hard with his fingers laced into yours, and your beautiful encouraging smile as you ride him eases the desire  inside him.
“Better?”
“Better, Mommy…” he moans, a little more breathless. There’s a twinge of a smile at the end, gasping as he feels pleasure bloom in his tummy once again.
He’s a passionate lover, for sure.
But as the months get closer to due date, no matter how shitty of a day you’re having, or clearly short tempered with him and your hormones, or snapping at him for being too clingy when you’re sweating your ass off, he’s never not happy. It’s like trying to train a puppy when he’s doing something wrong, but doesn’t recognize the change in tone quite yet.
So finally one day while you’re struggling to cook your famous roast and everything in the kitchen is going wrong, having Joel up your heel trying to touch your 8 month heavy belly sets you off.
“Joel I swear get the FUCK off!” You snap. 
He backs away solemnly, a mixture of shock and pain shatters his entire demeanor.
You don’t notice, don’t care, trying to fan your shirt from the sweat dripping down your shirt. You can finally breathe without his big hand being a furnace on your belly button and caging all the heat along your back.
You throw the entire dish away after burning it and decide to order Pizza. The two of you sit in silence, and it takes you a moment to realize why it feels off with him.
You had never yelled at him like that. You were kind mommy, nurturing mommy, loving mommy.
When did you become such a bitch to your pup?
“Joel. Come here.”
He quietly gets off his seat and kneels beside you, between your open legs. His face casts downward, apologetic.
You cup his cheeks and bring him to rest against your belly. He sighs, pressing in closer, his cock stirring at the feel of you on him again, so warm and gentle, nurturing.
Nurturing him, nurturing the baby he put in your belly right now.
“I didn’t mean to snap at you, baby.”
“S’okay.”
“You like being around Mommy a lot huh?”
He nods, his scruff rubbing against your shirt.
“It’s okay. You should be allowed around your Momma and baby whenever you want.”
He perks up. “Really?”
“Yes. You did such a great job. Look at what you did to me,” you hum, holding his hands and bringing them over your tummy and breasts. “I’m all swollen ready to have a baby for you.”
You can feel the way he’s vibrating a bit, so overly joyed but unable to contain himself. His hands roughly grasp your tits, now twice the size they were when you two started your breeding sessions, and his soft lips ghost over the rounded protrusion in your middle, planting soft kisses as he rides your shirt up over your head.
You want to laugh at him when he starts rocking his hard-on against your leg.
“Are you excited for something?” You ask curiously.
He nods. “I want to drink your milk.”
“It’s not ready yet.” 
He casts down again sadly. 
“But you can practice,” you tease, lifting him up so that his jaw is level with your ribcage.
He doesn’t hesitate, wrapping his sinful tongue around your nipple and swirling it over to harden in his mouth. “Gentle. Nice, that’s it, puppy. Doing so good. Gonna drink up all my milk when it’s ready, right?”
He groans fervishly. His thighs parting wider of their own accord, to rock into the air as he focuses on the feel of your heavy breast, trying widen his jaw and take in as much fat as possible. You grant him mercy and start rubbing his clothed bulge with your bare foot.
A rumbling whimper purrs in his chest, panting hard. Only a few minutes have passed and he’s already cumming in his pants, staining the denim and getting your foot all sticky with his mess as he swallows around your boob, desperate for the day he’s going to taste heaven.
A few months later and your sweet baby girl is born safe and healthy.
He watches with fascination in the hospital as you try skin to skin with your baby. The poor thing is fussy, unwilling to latch on your breast. You can see Joel’s agitation, and despite the intense labor you went through, you want to ease his mind.
“It’s okay Joel, she’ll feed soon. She’s got a lot of new things to get used to. We’ll get there.”
“That’s not why I’m … figitin’…” 
He’s really bad with words.
You look down at your uncovered chest, a droplet of milk pebbled at your nip while your baby falls asleep without taking the bait.
Oh.
So when you finally go home, get the baby settled, unpack, shower, and are looking forward to lying in bed while your entire fucking uterus and above and below heals, Joel’s “helping” to take the long awaited ache in your chest comes at a benefit to you.
He curls up next to you, careful not to put any weight on your body as you prop yourself up with a few pillows. He’s quiet, yet his eyes scream a primal need. He haphazardly tosses your shirt away and gawks at your massive breasts. They were ripe, full and needing drained and since your baby wasn’t in the mood to try it tonight…
You rub over the darkened part, perking up your nipples until they were longer and hardened. A single pearl of white beaded along the tip.
You feel a drip of drool pool onto your belly as he stares open mouthed and wide eyed at the sight. Just like a dog, you muse in your mind.
He doesn’t wait for your permission before swallowing as much of your breast whole. A harsh breath escapes his nose when that first trickle of your milk lands on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks and begins sucking, a little too hard, greedily nurturing your sweetness.
His back is shaking from the pent up wait. You coo over his shoulders, “shhhhh, it’s okay. Mommy’s here,” stroking him until his nerves calm. He patters little painful breaths, like he’s trying to force himself to remember to breathe between gulps. His lashes tickle along your chest.
“You’re doing so good, honey. It’s all yours. Take your time. All your reward for breeding me so good, giving me such a beautiful baby.”
His eyes are fixed ahead into your skin. There’s no thoughts behind them, his instinct completely making his brain go lax now that he feeding properly, slipping into a hypnotized, relaxed state of comfort he hasn’t been in since…literally since he was a baby himself.
You almost start to fall asleep were it not for the sudden pitchy scream of your newborn.
Joel holds you still, almost painfully, refusing to let you go anywhere. You had nearly forgotten even in his docile mindset he's still so much stronger than you, especially when he's getting what he wants.
“Joel—that’s enough. The baby—“
You almost screech when his teeth sink into your flesh before pulling off and leaving a crescent mark.
“You said it was mine—so it can fucking wait for me to finish,” he  growls angrily, eyes ablaze in fury that you would make him detach from your tit to have to answer you.
You shiver, eyes wide at the sight of a very unfamiliar Joel, who tightens his jaw and sets his mouth back on your breast again in a clear end of your conversation.
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dantesunbreaker · 5 months
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Cold Cuddles with the Papas(Headcanons)
No warnings apply, just some tooth rotting fluff from our favorite old men!
Primo 
As the eldest brother, it is safe to assume his circulation isn’t as great as it once was. Thus, blankets and warm fuzzy socks are always in abundance with Primo
When you approach him complaining about the cold, Primo is pulling out a pair of double layer socks before you have even finished getting the words out
If he still has work that needs his attendance, Primo will usher you both to the loveseat in his office. An end table will be pulled up to use as a desk, blanket wrapped around you both so you can nestle against him for warmth
But when there is no work to be done, Primo will brew a nice hot pot of tea for you both to share
Together you retire to his chambers where the heat is always turned up to the perfect comfortable temperature
Always takes up the chance to put you in one of his older sweaters because Primo loves the sight of your sleepy face while bundled up in his clothing
If even all of that does little to fight off the could, Primo will sit and cuddle with you beneath a layer of thick blankets until you are warm enough
Your favorite is the occasions where this turns your evening into soft warm cuddles the rest of the day and sharing some delicious soup made with vegetables from Primo’s garden
Secondo
Seems very much like a tough love kind of guy. First response when you come to him complaining about the cold is “well damn, I can’t control the weather”
But a quick flash of the puppy dogs is all it takes to change Secondo’s tune
If you are outside together and you begin to shiver, Secondo will groan, but always will offer up his coat. Pretends he walks with his arm around you to further keep you warm, but you know it because he also feels the cold
When inside and you mention being cold, Secondo simply offers to turn up the heater. 
He often takes things for face value, so either prepare to work for it if you want cuddles from him or simply be blunt about it. No matter the method, you end up getting what you want. 
Sometimes, when you can’t manage to pull him away from his work, you will rest on his lap with a blanket pulled snug around your shoulders as he continues going through paperwork
Other times Secondo will take the time to sit down and relax with you lounging under a throw blanket together in his office
Offers to make you something hot to drink, whether it be coffee, tea, or even hot chocolate. 
Don’t tell his brothers, but he loves when you pick hot chocolate because he uses it as an excuse to also indulge in the delicious chocolatey drink
Terzo
Most likely to be over dramatic about the situation, and also most likely to be equally as affected by the temperature
Do not expect Terzo to offer his coat! “But the outfit was planned around the coat! Taking it off will ruin the look!” He will however walk with an arm around  you, pulled tight against his side so that you can share his body heat
Getting Terzo to accomplish any work when it is cold is a difficult task, but you don’t want him getting in MORE trouble with Sister Imperator
So cold mornings you find yourself accompanying Terzo throughout his day, hot drinks always in hand, warm coats and blankets at the ready constantly
You will stand behind his chair, arms around him with blanket hanging over so that you can wrap him up in your loving warmth as you coax him to get through at least half the stack of papers on his desk
But when Terzo does not have work, expect an extravagant yet cozy night ahead of you
Expertly gets the fireplace going, all the lights off so only the firelit illuminates the room. Absolutely has a huge furry rug in front of the fireplace, which is where you spend the evening cuddling with dozens of pillows and extra blankets
Special occasions you can also expect to share some mulled wine as you bask in the warmth of the fire together, tangled up in each other’s limbs
Copia
Always one to worry, Copia will instantly be fretting over you if you mention being cold around him
Before you can even say anything else, Copia is pressing the back of his hand to your forehead to check for a fever followed by rapid fire questions asking if you are feeling ill
Takes a couple of minutes to settle him down enough to explain that you aren’t sick, you are just a bit chilly and in need of some Copia cuddles
Worry is quickly replaced with affection, throwing his arms around you and holding you tight against his chest. “Oh! Why didn’t you just say so!”
Often one to work too hard, Copia however will set aside his work in these kind of occasions
The couch in his office always has a rather thick throw blanket on it, strategically left by you entirely for the purpose for when you have days like this
Copia will get you both nice steaming cups of hot chocolate, mini marshmallows included!
Both of you curl up together on the couch, blanket thrown over your laps as you carefully sip on your drinks and talk about whatever comes to mind
On some occasions you fall asleep against him, and Copia absolutely refuses to wake you from such a pleasant slumber. So, he instead he simply does his best to complete whatever work he can from the couch until you eventually wake up on your own
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whorekneecentral · 4 months
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Merry Ruff-Mas
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Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angie loves trouble, angie also runs away from home, panicked mick, queen corinna cameo, snow storms, kind strangers but also stranger danger cause wtf lmao, mentions of death, finger sucking, rushed sex, dom!mick for a second there, praise kink, choking, creampie, penetrative sex (p in v), gina's a bit sus of mick at the end.
Word Count: 2,257
Author's Note: it's not a mick fic without miss angie so of course this one had to be based around her.
merry smutmas series
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Angie goes missing the day before Christmas and Mick finds her at the neighbouring ranch, wrapped up with ribbon and bows. 
Mick had headed to the stables and Angie followed close behind him as he double checked to make sure that everything was in place for the night.
Angie follows Mick make foot to foot, she was his little furry shadow.
So when he didn't hear her little pants and her paws patting on the concrete, he just assumed she ran back to the house. He locks the doors to the stable and finds his way back to the house, do you know who sat on the couch watching TV when Mick came in.
"Where's Angie?" He asks, about to take off his boots. Gina glances over her shoulder at her brother. "What do you mean where's Angie? Didn't she go to the stables with you?"
"Yeah," Mick says, looking around. "I thought she ran back here."
"No," Gina shakes her head, "she's not in here. It's just me, unless she ran up to mom and dad's room."
Mick goes running down the hallway to his parents' room. "Is Angie in here?" He sticks his head in and his mother looks up from her book.
"No sweetheart, she's not."
It finally hit him that she's outside somewhere, in the freezing cold. Before Gina could ask him where he's going, he goes running out the house. He shouts her name, tumbling through the snow. There's a giant flashlight in hand as he makes his way around the property, following a trail left behind by her bouncing in the snow.
Mick finds himself at the edge of the Schumacher ranch, squeezing through the hole in the fence and onto the neighbouring property.
A few more feet and he sees a light in the not so far distance; a house with the lights on.
The least he can do is ask, right? There was no harm in that.
A knock on the door, Mick brushes the snow off his coat as he waits, hands shoved in his pocket. A young woman opens the door, smiling at him. "Hi." She says, a warm smile on her face, a thick blanket tossed wrapped around her shoulders.
"Hi," Mick can't help the smile on his face, momentarily forgetting why he was at her door. "I uh.. I was looking for my dog, Angie. She ran off."
"Oh," you say, "you're in luck, I found a sweet puppy on my porch not too long ago." You pat your leg a few times, the puppy running from around the corner.
The man at your door dropped down onto his knees, raw dog jumping on the man; clearly they knew each other.
"I take it this is Angie?" you asked, the man nods, smiling at you as Angie runs back into the house.
"C'mere Angie!" He calls after her but she ignores him, returning to the spot she had previously occupied.
You laughed, looking out into the snow to see your car in the driveway and nothing else. "Did you.. walk here?"
"Yeah."
"I can give you a ride back if you'd like?"
"Oh you don't need to do that," the man smiles, and you shrug. "It's the least I can do, plus Angie seems to have made herself comfortable." She had curled up by the fireplace and fallen asleep.
You stepped to the side, a gust of cold breeze hitting you. "Why don't you come in for some tea or something? I'll give you two a ride home when the wind dies down."
"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude."
"Oh please, I'm inviting you in." You nod towards the hallway and who was Mick to deny such a pretty lady ?
He steps in, leaving his wet boots and coat by the front door before following you to the kitchen. Mick looks around as he trailed behind you, the house decorated like something out of a movie; big tree by the fireplace, garland and lights wrapped in every spot it could be, even the throw pillows on the couch were Christmas themed.
"Tea or coffee?" You asked, breaking his thought. "Oh uh.. tea please." He leans on the counter, watching as you move around the kitchen.
"Thank you for taking her in, I know she's a bit troublesome. I hope she didn't disrupt your evening too much."
You wave him off, flipping the switch to set the kettle on boil. "It's no problem at all, she's an angel. She was on her best behaviour." You took a mug out of the cupboard and dropped a tea bag in it. "I heard the noise outside and I figured I should check what it was. Angie's little coat was stuck in the fence and she was tugging to get loose by the time I got to her. It did rip, unfortunately."
Mick shrugs, "that's fine, really." You hum, reaching for the sugar from the cabinet in front of you. "Are you here alone?" He asks, realizing that he's yet to see anyone else.
You'd be lying if you said your danger radar didn't go off at that moment but it was a harmless question, wasn't it? Not like you had some stranger in your house with his dog.
"Uh yeah," you turned to face him, taking in his features; blonde hair tucked under his hat, bright blue eyes, his cheeks were chubby but not overly chunky, proof that he was healthy but ate well you suppose, not to mention the award winning smile he had.
There was something about him that was so charming and so familiar about him but you couldn't place it. Then again, he was a stranger in your home, all alone, in the middle of the night.
"My siblings are in the city with their partners and our parents passed away so it's just me."
"Oh," Mick trails off for a moment, "I'm sorry to hear that."
You shrug him off, "it's okay. That's life, what can you do?"
The silence fills the room, the kettle whistles and you turn it off, filling the mug with the teabag in it. You leave it steep, turning your attention back to the man in your kitchen.
"I think I have a blanket that you can wrap Angie in."
"It's no big deal, I promise. That's not the first coat she's ripped," he chuckles, making you smile. "Come with me," you nodded, walking towards the steps and up you went.
Mick's footsteps are quiet, following a foot behind when you open the guest bedroom, leaning down to haul a box out of the closet.
He sat on the floor with you as you went through the stack of blankets that you've pulled out of the box. "Take whichever you want," you tell him, flipping through the stack yourself. He hums, watching as you flip through them and picks out a pink one with little butterflies on it.
You smiled, giggling. "That's uh.. that's my baby blanket."
Mick opens his mouth, "oh! Sorry!" He says, about to put it back into the stack but you stop him.
"It's fine, I haven't used it in years."
He shakes his head, reaching around you to wrap the blanket over your shoulders, "it's still yours," he whispers, leaned into you.
Your faces were all but an inch apart, Mick's lips ghosting over yours. It was you that closed the gap between the two of you and it was like a switch flipped.
A fight for dominance, the two of you on the floor all over each other.
"I don't usually do this," you mumbled, your lips on his as you felt Mick's hands slip under your top.
He hums, "me either." His eyes fixed on the red lace that covers your tits. Mick leans forward, kissing along your collarbones and down to your tits, you were so distracted by the feeling that you missed him pulling your pants down, leaving you in just your panties.
He smiles, standing up. You shift, now on your knees in front of him, hands resting on your thighs as you look up at him. He leans down and kisses you, his knuckles brushing the underside of your chin when he looks at you, kissing you once more. 
Mick grabs your chin, tilting your head back as you look up at him. 
His index fingers taps your cheek lightly and you open your mouth, “hm such a good girl.” He squeezes your face slightly before he slips his thumb into your mouth. 
He crouches down in front of you, eyes fixed on you and watching your every move; the way your own eyes study him or perhaps the way your lips wrap around his thumb, the feeling of your tongue on his finger. 
“Bet you wish that was my cock, hm? Bet you'd look pretty with it in your mouth.” 
He smiles at the way your eyes widen at his filthy words.
It was a few moments later that he pulled his finger away, kissing you once more; sloppy and messy before he pushed you to lay down for a moment.
He sits on the floor, his back against the bed frame when he pulls you down onto his lap. He kisses you, tapping your hip softly so you’d lift off him a bit before he lines himself up with you and you sink down onto him. The two of you let out a sigh at the same time; Mick feeling you clench around him and you feeling him stretch you out. 
"Relax,” he tells you, a hand rubbing along your thigh. “Take it so well, angel.” He mumbles against your lips before his hand wraps around your neck, fingers squeezing against the soft flesh causing a little whimper to slip past your lips. 
His ocean eyes fixed on you; chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat across your soft skin made it glisten under the white light of the living room, your hand wrapped around his wrist.
His hand finally moving from your neck, letting you take a deep breath; the air burning your lungs. 
A hand wanders down your chest, fingers brushing over your nipples before moving down your torso to your clit. He presses down, rubbing slow circles.
You fall flat against him, your arms wrap over his shoulders, his hand resting on your lower back as he bounced you up and down on his lap. 
His hand slips between the two of you once again, rubbing slow circles on your clit until he feels you clench around him again. 
“Oh- fuck,” you breathe, your hand gripping his arm as he leans into you. 
“I know, I know - I'm right here.” He whispers to you, his hand moving in time with his hips. 
Between the two, he pushes you over the edge. The knot in your stomach comes loose and he watches as you cum. The wetness wrapping around his cock, and with a few sloppy thrusts, Mick follows behind you. 
It takes you two a moment to register all of it, you're still leaning on him when you speak. "I meant it," you say.
"What?" He leans back, looking at you.
"I don't usually do this."
Mick laughs, "I believe you, me either."
The barking from downstairs gets your attention, it seems Angie had woken up and seen everyone had disappeared. The two of you manage to get separated and dressed, heading back down to the puppy waiting on you.
Mick had picked up a green blanket from the stack in the room. "Shall I drive you two home now?" You asked and Mick nodded, "if it's not too much trouble."
You smiled, the three of you piling into your car, Angie in the back seat with her head sticking between the two of you while you drove with Mick's directions. You knew the place, the Schumacher Ranch - that's why his face seemed familiar.
The car came to a stop in front of the house. "If you ever want some company over the holidays, call me. I’ll come by or you can come over." Mick says and you smile, nodding.
"You know, I didn't even catch your name. I don't even think I asked." you giggled and Mick smiled, realizing that he didn't know yours either.
"I'm Mick," he extends his hand out to you. As one does, you take his hand, shaking it. "Nice to meet you, Mick. I'm y/n."
He pulls you by the hand, kissing you once more for the night. Angie pokes herself between the two of you, you laugh and reach over to rub her side. "No more running off hm?"
Mick gets out of the car, helping Angie out before leaning into the car from the opened window. "Thank you again.. for everything. I'll see you around, y/n."
"I'll see you around, Mick." You smiled, waving to him and Angie as they went up the steps to the door.
Gina was sitting on the couch next to the window when they came in. "Gosh, I thought you died out there. I was about to send out the search party." She tells her little brother, rubbing Angie's side as the dog jumps onto the couch with her.
Mick laughs, rolling his eyes.
"Was that y/n I saw outside? From next door? I didn't know you knew her." Gina raises an eyebrow.
Mick waves off his sister, "she found Angie and invited me in for a cup of tea." He tells her, smiling to himself when he remembers the cup of tea left on the counter - what had happened was way better than tea.
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rinhaler · 4 months
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drinking toji's spit out of a dog bowl isn't gross it's HOT AF
if you are ever willing to elaborate on that I'd happily read it and rb the shit out of it 😌😌
++ 𝐫𝟎𝐬𝐞𝐬𝟒𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭….. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆𝐆 🤤🤤🤤🤤
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doubling up again bc they go hand in hand methinks. ALSO I do have another fic planned with the collar concept in mind but when I write that is unknown so.. whomp
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, pet play, age gap, calls the reader 'puppy', use of 'puppy cunt', spit, slight nipple play, daddy kink, fingering, squirting, lewd fluid drinking!
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Toji isn’t a jealous man, though he is insecure. He’s older than you by a fair amount, though that’s never been an issue for you. It’s part of what drew you to him, in fact. But it’s a sore spot at times when he sees you mingling with men your own age.
He likes to think he fucks too perfectly for you to want to leave him.
But he likes to remind you who you belong to.
You remember when he first got you the collar. He rarely lets you take it off. Only when have to go somewhere you need to dress in formal attire. He hates it when you wear it and still try to cover it up with a scarf or a turtleneck.
The point of the collar is to that everyone knows who you belong to.
You remember your blood turning to ice in your veins when he dropped a pretty pink dog bowl at your feet with a malicious smirk on his face. You yelped as he connected a leash to your collar and yanked you down to your knees.
He had you on all fours like a dog, cock hardening as you looked up at him looking oh so frightened. You couldn’t forget who owns you, not after this.
Your eyes widened in horror as he spat down into the bowl again and again and again.
“Go on, lick it up.” he demanded. The longer you took to obey, the more fury began to build behind his stare. He softened again as you began to lick at his spit, slurping it up and doing all you could to make sure you cleaned the plastic bowl. “Good puppy,” he chuckled, spitting more and more.
He didn’t care where it landed, not really. You looked just as pretty with his spit bubbling on your face as you did licking it like a desperate slut from a bowl.
Truthfully, he was surprised that you had obeyed so quickly. Maybe he was feeling insecure for no reason at all. But that couldn’t be, could it? He couldn’t be imagining a feeling that needn’t be there.
Nevertheless, he saw it fit to reward you for your obedience.
You couldn’t deny how your cunt clenched and squelched so wonderfully as he fingered you vigorously. You hummed and cooed so gorgeously for him as he toyed with your sensitive nipples and curled the heavy pads of his fingers against your sweet spot.
“You like it when daddy stuffs this puppy cunt, yeah?” he smiled, kissing softly against your cheek as he continued working your insides. “Y’look so pretty all fucked out f’me, sweetheart. Cum for me, puppy, make a mess for your daddy.”
You orgasmed boisterously, a jet of liquid spurting out of you. It coated your inner thighs and his fingers, droplets splashed onto the tile floor of the kitchen. Though Toji’s smile only grew as he achieved his aim of making the majority of your release fill the bowl.
He forced you back down onto your hands and knees, your hair tightly laced through his fingers as he forced your face entirely into the bowl.
“Messy little pup,” he cooed, “You know what to do. And remember, pretty puppies don't use their hands.”
You began to drink and slurp the clear, pooling liquid, cunt tightening at the sound of your masters satisfied hum.
He’s confident, now.
He owns you, completely.
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p.s. thank u @chososdoll for letting me use ur dream as inspo :3
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faeriekit · 11 months
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I’m writing this only to excise this from my body.
TIM (& DICK) ACCIDENTALLY START THE BATFAM AU!!!
So. Recently dropped out from college, kicked out of Wayne Manor, and fast tracked through police training Officer Grayson is having a real fucking shit time at the precinct. No one respects him or his deductions or his opinions. Everything sucks ass. His most familiar and longest-living support structure was ripped out from underneath him, he’s broken up and no-contact with anyone he’s ever dated, his Blüdhaven apartment is awful and full of black mold and there’s never enough food to sustain him, his creation of his Nightwing persona is slow-going and the public is reluctant to catch on, there’s a kid hiding under his bed, his partner thinks he’s a total nepo baby even though he has no money and no contacts, and—
There’s a what.
Dick double checks under his bed. Yerp. Sure enough, just hanging out, is a black-haired kid with a raggedy coat and a backpack, just peering back out at him with his big ‘ol eyes.
“What the fuck,” says Dick, before remembering not to swear in front of kids. “...freak.”
The kid scrunches his nose.
Dick doesn’t kick the kid out because, fuck, it’s cold out in November and at least his shitty apartment has heating, but he does tell the kid that this ain’t cool and that if he wasn’t literally in the cops to take most of them down, he wouldn’t let this fly at all. In the morning, the kid skedaddles, and Dick assumes that is that.
Except he’s here the next day.
“What the fuck,” Dick repeats, and commits to the swearing this time.
In the mean time, Tim already knows what swearing is and Is On The Fucking Lamb.
His parents were murdered in their bed on their one week in Gotham for the season, and escaping the same fate had been a lot of sneaking out of the house and hitching a ride on the Gotham city bus and laying low on the streets for the week, keeping only his most important photos, his camera, and a spare set of clothes on him at all times. There had been warnings of upset in the company that Tim had overheard, but he hadn’t expected this. With no safety in Gotham, no money, no food, and no one he knew personally, Tim was Very content with his plan of hiding out under Robin’s (ex-Robin’s?) bed until the murderers are appropriately found. The company can’t be bought, traded, or sold until Tim’s found dead, after all.
So. With a motivation to avoid getting murdered, Tim very rudely ignores Dick Grayson’s attempts to keep him out of his apartment with strategic uses of puppy eyes, lockpicks, and general knowledge of exploits in electronic locks.
“Little monster,” Dick warns, even as he has a plate for Tim in the hand opposite his own, “You can’t hide under my bed forever.”
Tim ducks back further under the frame. Yes he can!!!
It devolves into day-to-day shenanigans from there. Tim never speaks since he knows his Bristol accent is recognizable. Dick suddenly has to juggle his day job, Nightwing, and stopping this little kid with a camera from crawling around this crusty and crime-riddled city all night, just so the squirt can dart into the precinct in the morning with entirely inadmissible evidence of wrongdoing?? JUST managing the baby is part-time job. Fuck. Dick is buying double groceries now. He might actually learn how to cook more than ramen-with-egg.
It’s good that Dick has mastered some kind of weird almost-parent bullshit with the little monster, because overnight one kid under his bed turns into two.
“What the fuck,” says Dick. He tries to reach under his bed, and the new kid tries to get him with a knife. “What?? The fuck??”
“Back off! The shrimp was here first!!” the new kid growls, his street accent thickly prominent.
“This is literally my apartment?!”
“So what? What’re you going to do, call the cops to this shithole?”
“…I’m a cop?!”
Anyway. This new kid is deeply protective of the little monster, and his name is Jay something-something, mind your own fucking business, and Dick’s a little bit grateful because now at least the ten-year-old-monster has backup when he starts darting around town and also is wondering why it’s suddenly his fucking problem that he has to feed two kids he is not related to, and also apparently bailing them out at work when two not-even-pubescent kids get caught breaking and entering at seemingly random places in Bludhaven.
“Fuck off,” says Jay, to a cop, while the more silent kid is busy trying to get a look at evidence on cop desks. Dick watches from his own desk in silent horror.
“Is this yours?” asks Dick’s haggard partner.
“…Sure,” says Dick, to Jay’s clear surprise and suspicion. The monster beams with all of his adorable and also entirely fake innocence, the little shit. Dick bails them out, and then they all have lima beans for dinner as punishment for getting caught. I mean doing illegal things. (I mean getting caught.)
And then Bruce asks if Dick is coming home for Hanukkah.
Dick does not want to come back for Hanukkah.
…But the leftovers would feed the kids, actually. And it’s good food. And free. Maybe he can go for one night and not kill Bruce.
Spoiler: Dick cannot go for one night and not kill Bruce. Dick stomps to the other end of the house, texts Alfred an apology, and makes it all the way back to his car in order to drive home. Dick is on the parkway and on his way back to Bludhaven by the time that the tiny assassin in his car tries to Get Him.
They tussle. Dick only wins because he is An Adult and the assassin is, like, four foot nine.
Anyway. Cass is driven home in an improvised belt-and-dress-shirt restraint and cannot live under the bed, as she has to receive lice treatment. She stays because there is food and also other kids her age.
“Where are you getting all these kids?” Dick’s work partner asks, which is a fair question.
“…Cousins,” Dick lies.
“They live at your place.”
“Until their moms get sober again, yeah, probably,” Dick says, banking on the fact that he looks ethnic enough that no one will question the blatant reference to substance abuse or the basically-still-a-kid raising kids.
No one questions him.
He’s kind of disappointed in them about that.
Jay drops a reference to Crime Alley about this point. “You’re from Gotham?” Dick asks, perplexed. “Then why are you here?? This place sucks ass.”
“I’m in hiding. Duh.”
“From who??” Dick is fully prepared to go Nightwing on someone’s ass.
“Batman,” Jay says, severely. “I stole his tires. And then I hit him with a tire iron.”
Dick gapes. Monster gasps. Cass doesn’t get it, and takes a good heaping of spaghetti off the monster’s plate while he freaks out.
Much cute domestic shenanigans, and then it all goes to shit when the party is crashed by an assassin, who has been paid reasonable amounts of money to kill Timothy Jackson Drake.
Fighting ensues. Jay, who had known everything But the fact that Dick was Nightwing, freaks the fuck out.
"YOU?!"
"Yeah," Dick says, sheepishly, putting the escrima stick back in his pocket. "Uh. Whoops?"
"BUT YOU'RE A COP?!"
"I'm harboring you all, aren't I?" Dick points out, and rightfully so. "Cops do illegal stuff all the time. I literally got you out of trouble for your little B&E adventure in the inner city warehouses last week. If you weren’t fake related to a cop, you’d be in juvie right now for repeat offenses."
Jay, who was pretending that didn't happen and whose face is a bright scarlet, changes the topic. "Why didn't you tell us you were a fucking vigilante, then?? You should have said something?"
Dick points to the under-the-bed monster who has been squatting in his apartment since last year for that exact reason and the mostly mute mini assassin, both of whom had already known this information and said nothing. “I assumed they told you tbh.”
Jay stomps away.
Unfortunately, Tim's plan of hiding in Dick's apartment is no longer safe, and now everyone has to haul ass to move somewhere more secure.
This means needing more money.
This means needing somewhere to hide until a new place can be secured.
…Shit. This means playing nice with Bruce and asking for favors.
Dick does not want to play nice and ask for favors.
…Dick looks at the kid who’s depending on him to protect him from assassination, another orphan with nowhere else to go, and a girl who underwent abusive training and who’s never known a safe space apart from them.
Dick is going to have to get his shit together.
And he will hate it the whole fucking time.
Everyone piles into his early 2000s toyota something and off they drive, one bag each, to the house with the guy who never quite adopted Dick into his family and probably never wants to see him again, based on how literally every time Dick tries to spend time with him, Bruce can’t help but push on every one of his fucking buttons.
From there it’s a slow-churning reconciliation arc, baby! Bruce learns how to actually communicate with his kid, finds out that having the kids around improves his quality of life by 200%, and Alfred gets an early plural grandkid arc. Dick struggles not to take shit personally while they solve the deaths of the Drakes, Tim breaks his leg falling off of a place he Should Not have been, and Jason continues to learn that protecting others isn’t the same as genuine vulnerability and intimacy, and that he has value, and Cass learns that although she hates killing, she loves fighting, and using that for good isn’t bad.
Reasons I will never write this fic:
Too long!! I would never get it done in a reasonable time frame, and I can’t commit right now.
I actually…writing mysteries bores me. Sometimes actual mysteries bore me. I couldn’t execute this the way I would want it to be read. I’d give up. (Or, you know, I technically already have?)
In-betweens between the action scenes are too vague. They’re not solid in my head in the way I would want them to be if I was writing this.
This entire fic was premised under the basis of Dick looking under his bed and finding a twelve year old Tim Drake. I wanted some good old fashioned Tim & Dick bonding that wasn’t Red Hood based, since it’s still one of the most prominent tropes in their ‘&’ relationship tag.
Want to use any of this…? Go nuts. Or don’t. This has been exorcised from my body. I am now free.
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ken-dom · 7 months
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Ken’s Glitter ✨
Ken x reader
Summary: Ken’s stuff is not like other humans’ 🩷✨
Author’s notes: I am OBSESSED with Ken having glittery cum. @purple-1995 asked me about it after this fic, so obviously I had to go into more detail with a dedicated drabble
Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, gn!reader, handjob, making out, first handjob, cum play (kinda), Ken has a penis but I guess he’s still at least part doll
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His warm and mildly sticky seed spilled over your hand, just like any other cum you’d felt against your skin.
Nothing unusual; you paid very little mind to it as you gleefully watched the effects of his back arching, toe curling orgasm and revelled in the way he cried out as though he’d just been fucked to within an inch of his life. It was just a simple handjob, though, and god, you loved how responsive he was.
It had happened fast. Gentle kissing had evolved into heavy making out and before you knew it, your hand was down the front of his jeans and he was begging you so prettily.
He wasn’t actually sure what exactly he was begging for. All he knew was that he wanted to chase the swelling sensation that grew hot in his gut, until finally he found the release he’d no idea he craved.
He tried to catch his breath enough to ask you what that incredible feeling was, and why hot liquid had spilled out into his underwear, but he didn’t get the chance because you kissed him again, hard and deep.
As you pulled away, you removed your hand from inside his trousers, glancing briefly down at his release on your fingers.
With a double take, you gasped and dropped back. Ken’s eyes grew wide.
‘What is it? Did I do something wrong?’ he breathed shakily, eyes flitting over every inch of your face in panic, trying to figure out what happened. Was he not supposed to feel it, whatever it was, that strongly? Had he hurt you?
‘No, Ken!’ You soothingly rubbed at his arm with your clean hand. ‘Everything’s fine, it’s just…’
Ken shivered at your touch, gazing at you through puppy dog eyes on the verge of overwhelmed tears.
‘Ken, your… your cum…’
He tilted his head.
‘This.’ You showed him the slick traces on your hand. ‘This is what happens when you climax, and it’s totally normal. But yours is… pink. And glittery.’
‘Is it not supposed to be glittery?’ His voice was quiet, concerned curiosity pulling at his brow. Why wouldn’t it be glittery?
You huffed a gentle laugh, delighted at the shimmer coating your skin. It was the prettiest cum you’d ever seen.
‘I think that perhaps for you, it’s supposed to be glittery, yes,’ you chuckled.
You dragged your thumb over your fingertips, feeling the slightly gooey, thick consistency of his shimmering release, smiling at the way it sparkled.
‘So… you like it?’ Ken asked nervously. He was still unsure what had actually happened to him that had felt so good and he had so many questions. But the first and most important was of course, what you thought about it.
‘Yeah. I like it.’ Your eyes flicked up to meet his. ‘And I want more.’
Ken’s eyebrows raised. ‘You want to do that again? W-with me?’
‘Yeah, of course I do! Did it feel good?’
He nodded eagerly.
‘You wanna feel like that again?’
Another nod and you pulled him by that stupidly cute pink ascot to fall on top of you this time.
‘Come here.’
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star-suh · 1 year
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WELCUM DAY!
PARK JONGSEONG X MALE READER X KIM MINGYU
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summary: kim mingyu and park jongseong the two bad boys of the university welcome the newest boy to his class in the best way possible.
cw: pwp, smut, double penetration, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex (always use condom), kinda public sex (in an empty classroom), cum as lube, cum eating, it's more jongseong focused i think (sorry mingyu 😭).
an: idk if this is good but i tried my best, i always wanted a mingyu x jay x male reader fic so i decided to try and make one, hope y'all like it lol.
"hey, jongseong! look at that" says mingyu to his friend "he's so handsome right?". "yeah yeah he is… we should give him a warm welcome you know? like make him choke on our dicks or something" he winks at mingyu who then looks at the new student. "hello i'm m/n nice to meet you all" he then caught mingyu staring at him who winked at him making m/n blush. "m/n sit there between mingyu and jongseong please" says the teacher.
some minutes later while the teacher was explaining something in the board mingyu squeezes m/n's thigh making him jolt "what the fuck was that?". "nothing just welcoming you" mingyu replied. "mhmm keep those dirty hands out of me, bitch boy" says m/n. "wow he's a feisty one" jongseong chuckles, he then gets up and go near m/n's ear "i love my bitches like that, when they act like though ones but in the bed they're bitches in heat begging for cock and cum" m/n blushes and punches jongseong on the shoulder "shut the fuck up, you asshole".
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the bell rings, everyone leaves their classroom to go home already, it seems that all the rooms are empty except for one, in which moans and wet noises can be heard. there they are, mingyu and jongseong fucking m/n's holes. "damn m/n your mouth is so fucking good, it was made to stuff cocks in it isn't it?" says jongseong while caressing m/n's cheek and wiping his tears. "but his asshole is better jongseong, it chokes my dick so good… such a good cumslut". "he's exactly like you said before, though on the outside but a whore in the bed damn" says mingyu spanking m/n's ass seconds later, leaving it in a bright red color. "don't worry about it mingyu, i would taste it later too just keep fucking him good, leave his ass wide open so he can take us both" mingyu feels m/n clenching hard "what a dirty whore, it seems he would like that jongseong"....
jongseong starts mouthfucking m/n faster and hard "i'm about to cum and i want you to swallow everything like the good boy you are, you hear me? don't waste a single drop" m/n nods looking at jongseong with puppy eyes "you're being too good with us m/n, might as well repeat this another day" m/n nods again "fuck i'm gonna cum take everything you cumslut" jongseong bucks his hips on m/n's mouth emptying all his gooey load, m/n starts to choke due to the amount of cum coming from jongseong's cock so he has no choice but to swallow it all. jongseong pulls his glistening, saliva and cum coated cock out of m/n's mouth to then rubbing it in all his face "it's good for the skin so don't complain" says the man that later kisses m/n, "your lips taste so good m/n it seems that they're made for me to taste it". "i want it too" says mingyu who grabs m/n's jaw and kisses him rough using his tongue to explore m/n's warm mouth "you taste so good jongseong" says mingyu. "now let's get to the fun part, open your legs wide for me, be a good bitch m/n". m/n complies and opens his legs showing jongseong how mingyu's big cock slides in and out of him with cum dripping down his thick length "you already cum inside him you breeding beast.. well it would make it easier to enter him" says jongseong who started introducing his cock slowly on m/n's holes making him moan and whine "it's too much i'm going to break, fuckkk!". mingyu kisses m/n to distract him from the pain "shh it's okay baby, you're going to feel good soon". "yes and you would beg for more fucks like this" says jongseong who already was fully inside m/n "it's time" he then says thrusting hard making m/n emitting a guttural moan "f-fuck you… bastard…" both mingyu and jongseong's cock sliding in and out of m/n's abused and gaping hole with mingyu's load being spreaded on m/n's insides while some of it drips down both cocks acting as a lube.
"i c-can't … n-no.. more" says m/n drooling "my tummy feels so full". "jongseongie… mingyu just fill me up already, i want that cum inside me". "don't worry m/n you will get our cum soon, keep choking our dicks with your hole like that" says jongseong. "yeah baby milk us, leave our balls empty" says mingyu licking and biting m/n's neck. "hurry up fuckers… i think i'm gonna die" m/n whines. "fuck! your clenching so hard i think i'm gonna cum" says mingyu. "me too" jongseong replies, "gonna breed you hard and deep so cum keeps coming out of your hole for the next days". jongseong came painting m/n's insides in white, mingyu following him seconds later. "we found a good cocksleeve mingyu" says jongseong pulling out his dick of m/n's abused hole, cum dripping out of it down mingyu's cock. "yeah i say he's the best one we have found" mingyu slowly enters m/n's gaping hole again making him moan for the overstimulation "shh it's okay, just want you to cockwarm me" says mingyu kissing m/n. "now it's time for you to cum" says jongseong who starts sucking m/n's dick and stroking it "no no, too much" m/n cries jonseong ignores him and keeps sucking him, "give me your load m/n don't be a brat… we already cum and give you our milk, it's not fair that you don't want to give yours to me" jongseong pouts mocking m/n. "fast m/n i want your milk too, i bet you're tasty" says mingyu licking m/n's ear. "i'm cu~mming" m/n whines emptying his load in jongseong's mouth who then pulls m/n's dick out of his mouth with a pop, wiping his drool and then opening his mouth showing m/n's jizz on his mouth. "come here, give it to me seong" says mingyu who then kisses jongseong swapping the cum between their mouths and swallowing it, both hummed "you taste so good… would you give us your loads for the rest of the semester m/n? we would give you ours too" asks mingyu. "y-yes but next time be gentle with your monster cocks they almost split me in half, or else… you won't get anything from me". "deal" replies jongseong who then kisses m/n
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steventhusiast · 4 months
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STWG daily prompt 16/11/23
prompt: baby
pairing/character(s): steddie
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Eddie grins when he hears the front door to their apartment open, and is about to yell out a hello when he hears Steve's voice cooing gently in the hall.
"It's okay, baby."
What the fuck. He's Steve's baby.
He gets up and (dramatically) stomps over to the doorway of the living room to see what's happening, and then just opens and closes his mouth a couple times in shock when he sees Steve cradling a shaking puppy in his arms. The poor thing has mud caked over it's (assumedly) golden coat, and its eyes are so sad.
"I'm supposed to be your baby." Eddie mumbles, but there's no heat in it as he walks over to the puppy, hands up with his palms facing the dog so it's obvious he's not a threat.
"You're ridiculous. Were you really jealous of a dog?" Steve giggles, and Eddie ignores the slight flush rising to his cheeks in order to double down.
"That was before I knew you were talking to a dog."
Steve just continues to giggle, so Eddie switches topic as he slowly reaches a hand out to be sniffed by the pup.
"Who's this anyways?"
"I found him shivering by the trash cans outside. Couldn't leave him there." Steve admits. He reaches a hand out to gently pat the puppy's belly, ignoring the grime.
"You're such a softie."
"You love it." Steve accuses, still looking down at the animal in his arms as he continues, "You know we're keeping this dog, right?"
"Oh 100%."
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takami-takami · 9 months
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Fixation.
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includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut
warnings— afab!reader. reader uses a strap. gratuitous oral fixation. praise. a bit of degredation.
hazy under the pulls of subspace, a needy keigo makes a show of drooling on the strap.
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Keigo's pretty, dark lashes flutter closed as he bobs his head up and down, nestled and utterly fixated between your thighs.
His knees are starting to ache, if he had the care in him to notice. The carpeted floor of your bedroom chafes his skin with each delighted squirm, painting his knees the softest shade of peach; and yet still, he remains sitting pretty. The man at your feet stays obedient and poised as he swallows around the length of your strap, whining with each bump against the back of his throat as the thickness of it stretches his lips.
With a grin across your lips, you lean back on the throne of your mattress, palms spread behind you for balance. It's an exquisite display in front of you, you muse. Having a front row seat to the theatre of Keigo's descent into debauchery is a gift you both honor and know you deserve.
"Look at you," you croon, pitched low for his ears alone. Predictably, he picks up on it like a dog whistle. "Just a pretty mouth for me to use. Isn't that right, puppy?"
"Mmhmm," Keigo moans in agreement, hazy and drunk with submission. Blinking up at you, he takes it down to the hilt in an attempt to impress, gripping the flesh of your ass to pull you closer. He does his best to relax his throat, eagerness buzzing off the walls of his fuzzy brain; or what's left of it that hasn't dripped out his ears, at least.
Sticky with submission, he chases that "good boy", drooling messy around the strap and using the slickness of his spit to put his hand to use where his lips can't reach. With each upstroke, he twists his wrist, up and down following the bobs of his head.
He sputters and chokes after a particularly deep thrust, leaning back to catch a breath. Coughing, he speeds up his hand to compensate while he pants like a bitch on his knees. Once more, the tip meets swollen, glossy lips, their owner engrossed and drowning in the pool of his own depravity.
"Awww, what's the matter, baby?" You grip his chin with delicate precision at the tips of your fingers, cooing at the way he cranes his neck toward you for more of your attention. Sticky drool coats your fingertips, pulling a smirk to tug at your lips. Messy boy.
"Too much," you ask. "Or not enough?"
Keigo hangs on every word like it's gospel, melting as you bark a laugh in his face. The cruel sound shoots straight to his dick, pulls a whimper from the back of his throat.
"Maybe I should buy a bigger one, make you choke a little more for me. It'd be cute to watch, don'tcha think?"
Keigo huffs a shaky breath, rubbing his thighs together. Poor baby doesn't even notice he's doing it.
He nods his head in response, fluffs of hair mussed and twisted out of place.
"Anything. P-Please— whatever y'want," he offers without a hint of shame, diving back onto the pretty, plastic appendage like he'd simply suffocate without it filling his mouth. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, he digs his claws into your thighs to resist the temptation to fix the heat between his own.
You haven't given him permission yet, and good boys would just about die before they disobey. You taught him well.
I'll be a good boy, the last recesses of his thoughts supply. I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy— I'm good, please say it.
Finally, you indulge his little performance, how he begs like a panting dog with his actions. It's obvious what he wants.
"Who's my good boy?"
He fucking keens, doubling his efforts and smiling around the strap that's stuffing his mouth so perfectly.
You pull it back from his lips with a resounding pop to his whining dismay, sitting up and motioning him to get on the bed. The panic welling up in his eyes is adorable. It freezes you in place, catches you blindsided.
"W-Wait," he stutters. "Please, I wanna— um," Keigo blinks, trying to wrangle his thoughts together toward some semblance of coherency. "Wanna cum like this. Can I?"
Is he... asking for permission to touch? God, you want to wreck him.
He'd let you.
"Of course," you coo, running your fingers through blonde tufts. "Go on. You can touch."
His right hand shoots down to his cock, rubbing the leaking tip with his palm to start. It only takes a few huffing breaths of pleasure before he begins to encircle the tip of your strap with his adept tongue once more.
There are many practiced skills that translate into other avenues and tasks. Those who paint may have an easier time holding chisels precise.
As for Keigo, a well-trained tongue from countless hours of eating pussy translates perfectly to the exhibitionist show he makes of sucking strap.
The majority of his performance is hardly for show, either. No, the hazy glint that adorns his teary eyes is not one to be manufactured. His desire is genuine, getting off to his oral fixation being indulged to the fullest extent.
He'd enjoy this even if no one was watching. Keigo has spent many a night with his mouth shamelessly full as he took care of himself, alone; but the thrill of being seen by you spurs him on, ignites a certain kind of fire that can only be quelled with copius amounts of your attention.
He dips his fingers into the beads of pre leaking from his tip, lingering for a few indulgent seconds before he uses his own mess to fist his aching cock.
Deeper, deeper he falls. Brows furrow, his slick, reddened lips glide down; and before he has the chance to pull back for air, it crashes over his body like a heavy wave, washing his thoughts clean away and replacing them with agonizing pangs of pleasure.
Eyes rolling back, Keigo makes the brave decision to choke himself on the strap as he makes a mess of his own body, pleased with his choice once he hears your coo past the ringing in his ears.
He's a good boy, after all; and good boys would just about die before they disobey.
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novasintheroom · 3 months
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Hellooooo!! Could you write about how Vash and wolfwood would react to reader being jealous, or the boys getting jealous over the reader please? Either would be great!
Thank you so much!!!
So, I only did Vash with this one since I'm in a Vash mood. Hope you enjoy a jealous reader!
Now part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3.
010: Jealousy
♡ Pairing - Vash x fem!Reader
♡ Word count - 0.7k
♡ Warnings - none
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His shoulders are broad – that coat hides it well. You watch him rub shoulders with some of the locals at the bar. They pat his back, congratulate him on a job well done turning those bandits out of town.
“First round’s on me,” a woman purrs next to him. She rubs one of his shoulders. His ears go red, and you turn away with a silly gut feeling reserved for jealous teen girls. Luckily, your meal order comes.
“Alright,” the man says, setting down two large sets of plates, “got your house special here, and two bread bowls with our daily soup.” He wipes his hands and gives you a smile. “That’s a lot for a lady!”
“Oh, uh,” you blanch at the slight insult, “my friend, he’s…” you gesture toward Vash. The woman is hanging off his arm now, and it’s hard to tell if his coat or cheeks are redder. Still, he gives her a charming smile. Your stomach curdles. You thought that was your smile.
The man looks toward Vash and clicks his tongue. “Wouldn’t want to be him. Gabby has a way of getting into your wallet when you aren’t looking.” Alarmed, you stand, but the man laughs and waves you down. “I just mean her looks, darlin’. Fellas always throw her gifts and presents when they walk into town. Our hero might just find himself some double dollars short if he lets her keep at it.” He pauses and smiles, “‘Sides, maybe he deserves it for leaving you alone.” He looks you over and gives a wink. “Couldn’t be me if I had someone like you around all the time.”
Now you feel hot. A shaky laugh escapes, but you’re still slightly charmed by his obvious flirting.
“Here,” he continues, and slips a fat slice of cake on the table. “It’s not much, but you’re a hero like him. I saw the way you tricked those bandits into going outside. Wouldn’t have turned out nearly as nice if you hadn’t.” He takes your hand, bends down, and presses a light kiss to your knuckle. The man thankfully waves and goes back to the kitchen afterward.
You don’t know why, but you’re touched by the gesture. Not often people even notice you around when Vash saves the day – or ruins it, depending on who you are. You hum and pick at the cake, thinking of eating it before Vash can even smell it.
“Who was that?”
You jump at his voice and watch Vash slide into the booth. He gives you a smile, but it’s off. It’s one of his reserved ones, the one where he isn’t sure about something. “Oh,” you say, “just the waiter from the kitchen. He was just chatting.”
“Looked like flirting to me,” he comments. His mouth skews, his eyes watch the waiter go back through the swinging door with a strange intensity.
And just the way he says it, after he had a woman nearly in his lap not two minutes ago…An ugly little monster crawls up your throat and says, “Maybe it was.” You stab a bit of the cake and take a bite. “Wouldn’t mind getting picked up by him. Good lookin’.”
Those broad shoulders slump, and you feel no joy in the way his eyes sadden. “Oh, well…” he clears his throat and picks up a fork for his soup, “good for you!”
Any mirth you got from his reaction is short lived. He swirls the fork in his bread bowl, picking it up and letting the liquid dribble off the prongs, then doing it again. It's like you kicked a puppy. You sigh and get up. Damn his thick skull. Vash watches, suddenly afraid you're leaving (where? To the waiter?), but instead you sit beside and hip-check him to make room. “We’d better eat this cake before Gabby gets her grubby hands on it, too.”
Your shoulders brush, and you feel more than see him perk up – at your closeness, and the promise of cake. He’s too easy to please, you think. But your forks pick away at the cake before your dinner, and as you both fight over the last piece in a duel of utensils, you think you’re easy to please, too.
Especially when you have that charming smile all to yourself again.
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lizzaneia-elizalde · 4 months
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Oooh Aeron and Eros should have a double date with heir respective darling, the darlings will be the only one enjoying it tho cause the understand each other pain with the yandere while the yanderes are not having it
LMAO OKAY I HAVE AN IDEA
Love: Aeron's darling
Sweetheart: Eros' darling
•••
"So, sweetheart, when did Eros started courting you?"
"pfft. Courting? This man kissed me as help for revenge. But when I ignored him, he started sobbing. And suddenly we're together!"
"Goodness me, how... Unbecoming."
"Truly. How about Aeron?"
"After I forgot him since I help a lot of people, he started grieving and turned into a Demon King! He's so dramatic! After being so big and scary I had no choice but to be with him to put a leash on him."
"That's so specific, and so dramatic!"
"You think? God, just remembering it is making me laugh."
Love and sweetheart, both women of two of the most powerful men in the Empire, are telling each other their woes about their partners.
Love took a sip of her tea. The powerful mage, looking divine in her forest mage uniform, has a ring on her finger that looks ominous, as if it's digging into her skin.
"Does the ring hurt?" Sweetheart asked, adjusting the coat that Eros gave her. It contrasted to her gorgeous dress that sparkled under the sunlight.
"Oh it hurts. But, with this ring, I can make sure Aeron doesn't go haywire." Love shook her head.
"Eros is a ticking time bomb, I don't know when will he start a war." Sweetheart said, worry etched on her face.
The only reason why a war happened in their past life was because of her. But she doesn't need to know that.
Love laughed a bit before snapping her fingers.
Immediately, the two gagged and tied up men strung on a tree got their gag removed.
"Love!"
"Sweetheart!"
They struggled a bit. Aeron had a demonic look in his eyes while Eros looked so cold while looking at each other.
But both were giving puppy eyes to their respective darlings.
"We promise that we won't fight each other..." Aeron groaned out.
"Yes, we do..." Eros seconded.
But love and sweetheart only giggled and placed gags on them once more.
"We know, we just want quiet time for the meantime."
The two let out groans of disapproval while the darlings laughed.
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