#hh: grunt

[heromonty]

Once Tank went to his room, the wedding night began ;)

Peep the wife’s @neosimi​’s cc in the first pic

Contemplating her new life as essentially a housewife, Marisa thinks she can get used to the fancy and dinner parties that come with being the partner of such a high ranking politician. His wealth isn’t anything to scoff at either - that’s the whole reason she’s here! Now how to do what she wants while keeping this cushy lifestyle and not get caught.... 

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 #nh: strangeview #hh: grunt #pleasantview #strangetown #general buzz grunt #marisa bendett #tank grunt

[lifetime-want]

#ts2 #nh: megahood #hh: grunt #s: titania summerdream

[fishduhh]

↳-ripp's very first kiss-༉‧₊˚✧

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[pooshineh]

Back on my megahood, burnout is no more! its buck’s birthday and he’s a popularity sim and Buzz finally moved on from his ex with his co-worker, Hadley, who was a townie. Acr kinda made them together and I just let Hadley move in. Also the older two, Tank and Ripp already left for uni but I just let them join with their little brother having his birthday.

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[sweaterbob]

peep my YouTube I might make a video or two tonight and just flood my shit

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[lqveharrington]

Lucky King? | L.M.

summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader

includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.

Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.

An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.

He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.

“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.

“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“

“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.

Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”

You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”

“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”

“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.

“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.

“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”

Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“

“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”

“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.

You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”

“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”

“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”

He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”

“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”

“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”

“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”

Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”

You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.

The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.

“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.

You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”

“Mom—“

You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.

“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”

“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”

You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.

“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.

“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“

“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.

He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”

“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“

“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”

You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.

The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.

Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.

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[ghoulphile]

in the middle of the night | c.h./the ghoul

➥ pairing | cooper howard/the ghoul x f!reader ➥ word count | 852 ➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; mildly dubious consent, man-handling, drabble, masturbation (m), free use (ig??), handjob, somnophilia ➥ summary | "Cooper watching you sleep. Its a quiet night. nothing but bugs passing by. Cooper keeps watching, and his mind wanders. cut to him "borrowing" your soft and smooth hand, pulling it from under your makeshift blanket and wrapping it on his dick, jacking himself with your hand bc he's bored/trying to pass the time/stay awake" ➥ notes | forgive me this was written in a sleep deprived haze im gonna go die in bed now masterlist | feel free to send in thots, questions, requests! | feedback is always appreciated ❤️

"Hh-mm?"

A sleep soft murmur escapes, your mind a hazy flood of sensation as your senses struggle to adjust. Night stretches out before you, the sky a deep velvet - the fine stardust glitter of faraway celestial bodies peeking through wispy clouds. It’s midsummer in the desert; a balmy breeze shifting through the sands and tugging at the coyote hide wrapped tight around you.

Beside you, the low crackle and glow of a banked campfire warms your face, its shadows playing with your blurry eyes. Something feels… off. What, you’re not entirely sure as nothing seems to be out of place.

The threadbare padding of your sleeping mat shields you from the sand - albeit only slightly - and there’s a sharp twinge in your side from a piece of rubble lodging itself against your ribs. One of your feet’s gone numb and prickly from the awkward position you’ve curled up in.

Dogmeat’s snoozing a little ways away with her face tucked into her tail. 

Same as usual.

And the Ghoul’s…

What.

Strong leather wrapped fingers shackle around your limp wrist, grip firm and unyielding. A buzzing electricity dances along your palm, bottled lightning, as you’re made to grip something long and hard.

The heavy weight of flesh; rugged edges and whorls of texture biting into the softness of your skin. Slick friction as it glides through the loose circle of your fingers.

Is that his -- ohmygod, what the fuck.

Shock sizzles, melts like dripping candle wax into a bloom of warmth that punches the air from your lungs. Oozes down to curl between your thighs in a sticky rush as static warmth ripples from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes.

The Ghoul grunts out a low curse, a quiet hiss of breath escaping through his teeth.

Your thighs clench, the plush fat compressing as you shift.

Oh, that’s… Mm.

Pre-cum trickles down your knuckles as his cock throbs once, twice, his hips bucking forward to sheath himself to the hilt in your tender grip.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters from somewhere above your head, his shoulders bowing in. “Always feels s’good.”

Always --

Your head snaps back, wide eyes darting up.

Immediately, you meet his gaze.

Dark, foreboding; the hooded eyes of a predator staring back at you from beneath a heavy brow like a hand to the nape of the neck. Corralling, claiming. His lips crack open and he smirks - a gash of teeth that threaten to snap.

“Well, hello there, darlin’ - was wonderin’ when you’d wake up.”

“W-What the hell!”

He snorts, the flash of his tongue taunting as he flicks it out across his lower lip

 “As if you don’t know. C’mon, now. I know you’re smarter than that.”

To punctuate his words, he inches forward in a grind, dragging your palm along the length of his cock nice and slow. A low groan punches itself out of his chest.

“Tch. Me doth think the lady protests too much. Acting like I can’t smell how wet you are.”

“I-I’m not…”

“Bullshit. You can’t lie ta me, darlin’. I know just how wet that pretty pussy of yours is getting. If you ask real nice like, I might be inclined ta show you what you’re missing.”

Your clit throbs, humiliation burning bright as you duck your head. Avert your eyes to the stray thread of your shirt fluttering in the breeze. It rankles how correct he is, how well he can read you with that vulture sharp gaze.

You wish you could prove him wrong if only for the principle of the matter.

As it is, there’s nothing you can do - especially when your fingers tighten up around his cock to hear him grunt and your cunt throbs in time with your heartbeat.

Slick wets the seat of your panties and clings to your inner thighs as everything in you cries out for some friction, some stimulation.

To get this man inside of you as quick as possible, stretch you wide and fuck you full.

He chuckles. “That’s more like it,” he says. “Now, are you gonna help me out or not? If so, grip a lil harder otherwise I ain’t gonna feel shit.”

So with a gulp, you do as he says: pop up onto your knees and tighten your fist.

Elongate the strokes so they work up the ragged shaft at a sedate pace, feel every pit and curve. Like you’ve got all the time in the world as you roll your wrist and use your thumb to gather the pre-cum from his weeping slit, smearing it around the thick crown of his cockhead.

All the while his head tips back, the long line of his throat catching your attention as he swallows.

“Phew, that’s just what the doctor ordered.” His eyes glitter cruelly when he looks down at you. “Should’a started doing this when you was awake a long time ago.”

How long he’s been using you like this, you don’t know.

And you’re not sure you care if the needy clench of your pussy is any indication.

“S’all right. Now you can make up for all that I’ve been missin’.”

#cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #the ghoul x you #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard smut #the ghoul smut

[little-buzz]

Calm Me Down

Husk is probably one of my favorite HH characters, so of course I'm gonna write about him. Let me know your thoughts on this drabble

Hazbin Hotel x Reader (platonic)

You can feel Husk staring you down as you try to read your book. You’re not entirely focused on the text, though. Your hands were shaking slightly beneath the pages. Husk let out a sigh and threw the cloth in his hand on the counter. 

“You wanna explain why you're shaking?” asked Husk matter-of-factly.

You inhaled deeply and set the book down. You fiddled with the front page cover between your fingers. “It’s— it’s nothing,” you muttered weakly.

“If you’re gonna lie to me, you need to do a better job,” deadpanned Husk.

You squirmed in your seat before you stumbled off the bar stool. He called your name and grabbed your book before you could take it with you. 

“Christ, sit down before you pass out,” declared Husk, his tone almost gentle.

You awkwardly returned to your seat. Husk sighed and passed you a wine glass with a dishcloth. “Clean this.”

You blinked dumbly at the glass and gazed at the demon. His eyes turned to the glassware, then at you expectantly. You swallowed thickly and wiped it down. He shoved more cups your way to clean, which you obliged. 

Once you finished wiping them down, you realized your hands were no longer shaking. You locked eyes with Husk. He grunted under his breath with a short nod. You pressed your lips together and returned the dishcloth to him. He slid your book towards you.

Before you could express your thanks to Husk, you heard Charlie call out for you. She tugged you away from the bar, blabbering about the exercises she had planned for later. You forgot your book on the counter and missed the smile on Husk’s face as Charlie whisked you away.

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[twola]

Hiya! Lemme start of by saying, I’m a HUGE fan of you and your commitment to bringing our sad cowboy infinite orgasms. Out here doing the lords work. I was just wondering, if you’re still doing requests, could we get some cock warming? Idk why the idea of that makes me so feral. I just need it. Do what you wish with it, should it strike your muse. I do prefer HH Arthur… 👀. I jus love your writing and hope you are doing well!

Snowbound

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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“I d-don’t know w-why you thought this was good idea.”

A gruff snort is your response, and you can do nothing more than bury your wind-chapped face into the back of his heavy coat, your arms around his waist as the horse beneath you struggles through the snowdrift. The scarf wrapped around your head barely takes the edge off the biting chill.

Follow up on a lead about some abandoned riches in the mountains, it couldn’t still be snowing up there, he said. So goddamn sure of himself.

“Th-this is de-decidedly the m-most unromantic t-thing ever, Arthur M-Morgan.” Your muffled voice cracks against the fabric of his coat.

“Alrigh’, alright. Arthur huffs, his breath visible in the cold air, “There’s a place round the other side of the lake we can get outta the wind.”

An icy gust blows across the frozen Barrow Lagoon and you squeal miserably as you tuck yourself in behind Arthur once again. He curses as he leads the horse over to that abandoned cabin.

The mare slogs around the lagoon’s shoreline, finally reaching the cabin as Arthur extends his arm to help you slide off from her rump. He follows, landing heavily in the snow. You slowly make your way into the cabin as Arthur leads his horse to a covered area on the side of the small abode.

By the time he has the horse settled, you’ve started a small fire in the cast iron stove, long abandoned. You stand in front of it, rubbing your hands furiously.

“I’m so c-cold…” you whine, your voice cracking as you huddle into yourself. This abandoned cabin on the lake’s shore did little to stave off the cold outside.

He shrugs the coat off and wraps it around your shoulders; it dwarves you as you frown, looking up at him.

“Arthur -“ You scold, trying to bat off the coat.

He frowns, “C’mon, sweetheart. You ain’t got enough meat on your bones to keep warm, ‘m fine.”

You succeed in pulling the coat off, and shove it back at his chest. Before he can respond, you point toward the floor a few feet away from the stove he had gotten lit. “Sit down. We can share the coat.”

Arthur grumbles under his breath, but acquiesces. He grunts as he lowers himself to the floor, crossing his legs as he pulls the heavy coat around his shoulders, holding it open for you to crawl into his lap.

“Well, ain’t we sharin?”

You nod, taking the two steps closer to him, but to his surprise, you don’t turn to sit in his lap with your back toward him. In one fluid motion, you hitch your skirt up and spread your legs on either side of him before lowering yourself down, facing him.

You situate yourself, your legs winding around his hips, your chests pressed together, your skirts parted around him. It takes him a flustered moment to settle his hands at your waist, looking up at you with a blush blazed across his cheekbones. You give him a sly smile back as you wind your arms around his neck, sitting fully in his lap, a head above him as you settle down.

His eyes blaze even wider as you roll your core against his rapidly filling cock. Before he can say anything, you press your lips hard against his, his hat falling down the floor. It takes him several surprised seconds before he returns the kiss and tightens his grip around you.

You cannot help but to grind yourself against him, and his hands move down your back to cup your rear, holding you tighter into his embrace. It seems that he has finally gained his confidence as he squeezes the globes of your rear hard.

He pulls away from your lips and pants slightly, frowning, “As much as I want to, don't think its a good idea to take our clothes off.”

You roll your hips over his again and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning, “D-don’t need to -” you trail off as you start to pull at the hem of your skirt, bunching it up at your waist.

Arthur gets your drift immediately, leaning backward and unbuttoning his pants and union suit as you lean up on to your knees above his lap. You grasp at your bloomers, pulling one leg open as Arthur draws his hard cock out from where he had unbuttoned his clothing. One of his hands reaches to your hip to brace you, as one of your hands rests on his shoulder to do the same.

He grasps the base of his cock as you hold your bloomers to the side, and you slowly lower down onto him, sucking in a breath as the hard column of his flesh pierces you - stretches you. After a few moments, you are able to take him fully, and the backs of your thighs rest in his lap.

“J-just stay there,” you breathe, one of your hands gently moving from his his back to softly trace his jaw, “Let me keep you warm.”

Arthur’s eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. His large arms wound around you tighten as he leans his forehead against yours.

There's an odd sort of pride you have in this moment - where he had been wrapping you in his coat, in his arms, trying to keep you warm - you can at least do this for him. For all the time his strength and size had been used for you - protecting you, providing for you, keeping you warm - you cannot help to smile as you note the tenseness of his jaw subside. You can give him this.

Wound so tightly between each other, you press your lips against his before playfully clenching the muscles of your core. Arthur’s eyes shoot open and he cannot stifle the groan that escapes from his chest, deep and low.

“D-do that again.” He pants, nuzzling his cheek against yours, his arms pulling you against him tighter.

He squirms against you, his hips bucking up a little as you clench against him. He draws his arms around you tighter - you're smothered in him - and groans aloud as he buries his face into your bosom.

“God, darlin’, you’re so warm-”

You tighten your legs around him, pressing your face into the curve of his shoulder. He jolts against you as you clench down on him again.

“Could you come like this?” You breathe into his ear.

He pulls back, his pupils blown wide and rimmed only slightly blue. He nods, almost dumbly, pleasure-addled and unable to speak.

The two of you drown in the intimacy. At his silent answer, you swear you gush a little, your cunt so full of him that you swear you'd never feel so complete again. You thread your fingers through his hair, his hands sweep lovingly around your back.

“Come for me.” You whisper, cupping his cheeks in your hands, tilting his head back slightly recenter his gaze into your eyes.

Arthur breathes out heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as he shudders beneath you, and you feel warmth blossom between you - he fills you with his need, his devotion, he fills you with himself.

Overwhelmed by it all, you tuck your head into his shoulder as he pants against your collarbone. You whine softly as you come also, a soft, gentle tipping over the edge, shuddering around him for a moment. The two of you come down from your highs, wrapped tightly around each other.

Arthur pulls that blue coat tighter around the both of you - and as the snow falls outside, you are warm and content in each other’s embrace.

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[thecapricunt1616]

Peonies - c.b. oneshot

♡ Chapter Inspo: Peonies are most commonly associated with romance, prosperity, and bashfulness. Some even believe they're a good luck charm of sorts, bringing good fortune to whoever receives them. Peonies also have some roots in Greek mythology. As one myth states, Apollo used to turn beautiful nymphs into peonies if Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, knew he was flirting with them.

♡ Summary: Carmy has his nights past favor gratefully returned.

♡ W/C: 1,267

♡ Posted Date: 04/21/2024

♡ A/N: OMG hello all! We are churning out these one shots while TB&HH is sorted out, THANK YOU oh dear lovely anon for your request that can be found here ♡ requests are still open, comments are encouraged, as are reblogs ! I hope you enjoy :) This is a follow up to Patchouli but of course both can be read as stand alone!! ♡ Warnings for BTC: Pre-discussed consensual somnophilia, m oral receiving, swearing, alluding to f receiving, fem reader referred to as girl - not fully edited **no use of y/n**

➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡

➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡

You woke up with a sleepy smile on your face, the first thought on your mind being it’s the weekend. Ah, the weekend. The cherished Saturday and Sunday you got to spend with your beloved Bear. 

Since the restaurant did so well for itself - he was able to take the weekends off, so long as he made sure everything was done Friday which he always did, he’d never jeopardize the sacred time you two had together. It was his reprieve from the hectic kitchen, he didn’t know what ‘refreshed’ meant until he started spending weekends and evenings with his special girl. 

You felt his muscular chest pressed flush to your back, his strong nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. There were soft hot puffs of air hitting your shoulder as he breathed, and you felt his lips touching the top of your shoulder blade with a sweet pressure, almost like a prolonged kiss. 

While his left arm was curled under your ribs, and his left hand had found its way underneath your (his) white shirt, and was cupping your breast, holding it lightly as he slept. His right arm was curled over your waist, and your hands were laced together sweetly. 

Not wanting to wake him too soon, you carefully arched your ass back to feel his morning wood standing tall and at attention. You smile to yourself, wondering if he’d fallen asleep last night remembering what you’d promised this morning, or if he was just having one of his wet dreams. 

You gently unfurled your fingers from his one at a time before carefully putting his muscular arm over his own side  and he grunted in his sleep, laying flat on his back and splaying his hand over his stomach. He’d been trained even while sleeping to subconsciously respond to you. 

Ever so carefully you detangle your legs from his sleeping ones, carefully sitting up and crawling beneath the covers of your shared California king. You settled on your knees between his legs, lightly rubbing his thighs. 

It was a failed attempt to not nuzzle your nose in the crook of his clothed thigh and his cock, taking a deep breath and nearly getting drunk off his heady musky scent, mixed with the delicious scent of dove soap from his shower last night and the laundry detergent you had picked out from the store. 

With light open mouth kisses, you kissed over his tented length, taking your right hand and rubbing over his thick yummy sex. You had to swallow extra saliva, he was quite nearly making you drool already. His cock jumped in your palm, causing you to smile proudly. 

Carm let out a soft whimper, much more relaxed and carefree then he’d be when he was awake. That is why you loved when you’d brought up your fantasy of Carmy using you while you slept, and he was all for it immediately. When you asked him if you could wake him up as well - he thought about it for a moment but after a short few questions about what he was comfortable with - he decided he was for it 100%

While he was sleeping, his noises were so pretty. They were soft and less reserved, it was easy to tell when he’d woken because instead of light airy whimpers and sweet gasps - it was hot grunts and sexy moans. You gently pushed his boxers out of the way, taking the seeping pink member to your lips, and planting sweet kisses over the head. 

He gasped softly in his sleep, his abs tightening for a moment and his hips shivering at the contact. You bit back a giggle at his sweet innocent reactions he’d otherwise be too anxious or embarrassed to show, but one of love and wonder for why he was so nervous to let you see this of him while he was awake. 

“So pretty” you whispered to yourself, pushing down his foreskin and watching in awe as a little dribble of pre bubbles from the tip and leaks down over the sensitive head. You licked your lips, looking up at him to see he was still fast asleep- but you could see his heartbeat in his neck. 

He was absolutely having a dream 

You stuck out your tongue most of the way, holding your tongue over the tip of his already weeping cock. He didn’t need it- but you knew how much he loved having his head sloppy and nasty. A thick hot drop of saliva dripped from your drooling tongue onto his sensitive tip, dripping down his shaft and over your fingers.

It was irresistible to blow on the wet trail it left and he whimpered cutely, his balls twitching since his cock was trapped in your hand. Leaning down slightly, you took the tip between your lips, kissing it lovingly before gently suckling on it, flicking your tongue over his leaking slit, moaning quietly at the taste of his salty sticky precum.   

Carm’s hips bucked up, a hot whine tearing from his throat and his stomach clenching. His cock felt hot and heavy on your tongue, the tip was an aggravated pink begging to be played with. You began stroking the bottom of his shaft after spitting into your hand, and sticking out your tongue as you take him into your  mouth, finding a steady rhythm with bobbing your head and jerking him with your hand. 

He moaned out, his back arching slightly “please-please please” he whimpered in his sleep, reaching down and feeling your head and then he was up. 

“Oh fuck” he said hotly, his voice husky and deep from sleep. He lifted his head and looked down at you with sleepy hooded eyes, a small smirk coming to his lips.  

“Jesus, babe. Thought I was dreamin’- what I do to deserve such a good girl mm?” He gently pets your hair, his thigh twitching when you gently massage his balls. 

“Oh- wow” he hummed, letting his eyes flutter shut and head fall back to the pillow comfortably. “Wow. I’m gonna cum like -baby I’m-ah- where did you learn that- what the fffff-“ he shot long hot ropes of seed down your throat, fisting the sheets and his hips shaking lightly. You smiled proudly, realizing that the porn video you’d seen on twitter had been true. You had seen someone massage the fleshy spot just beneath the balls and the guy came nearly on the spot, and a lot. 

His stomach and abs contracted in overstimulation as you worked him through it and he hissed as you flick your tongue over his head, milking the last few dribbles of cum out of his twitching softening cock. You kiss the tip gently, before trailing gentle kisses all down the base and to his thigh, over his hips and stomach. Gently releasing his cock over his stomach as he came down and you trailed kisses over his abs. 

“I think I fuckin blacked out for a second babe. Jesus fuck how did you learn that and why are you holdin’ out on me?” He asked and you giggled, tonguing over his nipple and he bit his lip, moaning softly. 

“Saw a video.” You replied, sucking gently on the small sensitive bud while you massage the other between your forefinger and thumb. He groaned softly, patting your bum 

“Done. Done. If I cum again I think you’ll literally break my balls get off me you succubus it’s your turn. On your back” he teased.  Goes without saying but you two didn't eat real food until the afternoon rolled around.

#carmen berzatto #the bear fx #carmy berzatto #the bear fic #the bear #the bear hulu #carmen berzatto fanfiction #the bear carmen #the bear fanfiction #carmy berzatto fanfiction #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmy smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto the bear #carmy x fem!reader #carmy x you #borders & banners by saradika

[heromonty]

Since Londoste in Downtown Strangeview has a little wedding setup on the second floor, Buzz and Marisa have decided to have a quick wedding there. Here’s Marisa getting ready while waiting for Buzz and Tank to get back from work.

After their quick ceremony, they decided to have dinner as well a lots of wine before they went back home for the night.

#sims 2 #the sims 2 #ts2 #nh: strangeview #hh: grunt #pleasantview #strangetown #downtown strangeview #general buzz grunt #marisa bendett #tank grunt

[lifetime-want]

#ts2 #nh: megahood #hh: grunt #s: tank grunt #s: stella terrano

[fishduhh]

↳-arguments with your son-༉‧₊˚✧

#r.1 #hh: grunt #ripp grunt #buzz grunt #sims 3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 strangetown #strangetown #ts3 gameplay #tw: violence #tw: ab*se #sims 3 simblr

[kibblz-n-bitz]

Tied Up

Summary: Zoro gives you devious backshots

Warnings: Dom Zoro, Mean Zoro, But he checks up on you afterwards, (because he's a true softie at heart), Edging, Restraints, a bit of mind break, rough sex

Words: 841

You yelp as you feel his rough palm collide with your ass.

"Go on," Zoro lands another hit, "Show me how badly you want my cock."

A sob erupts from your mouth as you shift on your knees clumsily, trying desperately to fuck yourself back on Zoro's thick length. It's sloppy and uncoordinated, it's hard to find a rhythm with your hands tied behind your back. You end up cockwarming him, his cock twitching and leaking precum against your walls. You whimper, "Z-Zoro-hh"

Another smack! "Try again."

"Daddy," You warble, desperate to cum. "Please... haah-... please fuck me Daddy please." You squirm against your restraints, against the rope tied around your wrists.

Zoro chuckles darkly at the sight of you. You look pathetic. Moaning and writhing on his cock, your pussy fluttering around his length. He's decided he's teased you long enough, if his leaking cock had anything to say about it. He was just as desperate to cum as you were. It's just... he loved the way you looked when you were fucked stupid, begging for his cum.

Zoro clicks his tongue. "Poor thing..." He sighs mockingly. He reaches down to brush your hair out of your face. You sniffle and look back at him, teary eyed. "You want daddy's cock that badly, huh?"

Whining, you nod, your words failing you. The swordsman had brought you to the brink of orgasm only to pull out and leave you a sobbing mess, repeating the process multiple times. Your brain was fried, only able to babble nonsense or beg for Zoro to have mercy on you. Especially now, with your wrists tied together, you were helpless.

Zoro shushes you, running a hand along your backside soothingly. Surprisingly kind despite nature of your actions. It doesn't last long though, not when he grabs you from where your hands are tied together, pulling you back on his length. You moan like a bitch in heat.

The swordsman wears a wolfish grin as he starts fucking you. Your mind goes blank and your eyes roll back into your head, you're finally being fucked the way you want. The tip of Zoro's cock hits the deepest parts of you, kissing your cervix each time he bottoms out.

"Filthy fuckin' whore." Zoro grunts, huskiness in his voicr giving away the amount of pleasure he was feeling too. "Y're so desperate. Betcha love getting fucked stupid on my cock, huh?"

You twitch in oversensitivity as he knocks your g spot with each thrust. Squirming, you try and lean away from the overwhelming pressure. Zoro growls at that, giving you a harsh tug on your restraints at the same time as he lands a particularly harsh thrust. You cry out, pussy clenching down on his cock.

"Quit runnin'." Zoro grunts. He lands another swat at your ass. "You asked for it, so fuckin' take it."

And take it, you do. You could feel your climax approaching as quickly as it faded last time. And, judging by the way he switched from quick, shallow thrusts to long, deeper ones- you were sure Zoro knew it too. Your pussy fluttered, clenching and squeezing around his cock, you were fit to burst.

Leaning down to nip at your ear, Zoro rumbles. "Y'gonna cum?" You sob, nodding and drooling against your pillow. His earrings clink together as he fucks into you. "So pathetic. You can go ahead, but I'm not stopping."

Zoro's rough words combined with the barely-there stimulation of his balls hitting your pussy have you screaming, your legs kicking out underneath you. Zoro groans as your pussy tightens, squeezes, and then gushes around his cock. However he stays true to his word and fucks you through it, barely giving you time to come down from your state of euphoria. "Fuck... That's it- hnnh"

You're whining as you tremble in overstimulation, pussy quivering. The added wetness from your orgasm drips against your sheets. Your chest is heaving as you try to catch your breath. Drool drips from your mouth onto your pillow. Your eyes are hazy, unfocused; mind blissfully blank.

Your world shifts and suddenly your flipped onto your back, hands free and legs wrapped around the man above you. He kisses you deeply, passionately, but you're clumsy in reciprocating the act. He pulls back as he rubs his angry red tip through your soaked folds.

"Checking in." He brings a hand to your face, tilting our head up. You look him in the eyes. "You okay?"

You stretch your arms, and nod, bringing them up to wrap around his neck. With a pleased sigh you kiss at his face, and he chuckles. A pleased grumble vibrates from his chest. "Good." He kisses your face again. "Such a good slut for me."

With that, he pushes his fat cock into you again, wasting no time in resuming his earlier pace. He nips and sucks at your throat. You moan and tug at his hair, overwhelming pleasure and warmth coursing through your veins.

"Take it like the good little slut you are, yeah?"

#im so tired #but i HAD to write this #i wanna fuck zoro sooo badly #hope y'all like it :3 #zoro x reader #zoro smut

[d6volution]

ASKS ARE OPEN BLESS

anyways!!

jax w a milf reader. mommy kink.

okay, i got quite a few requests for something like this, so i decided to write something small to test the waters...... ehmm i dont feel very confident in this department, but if the feedback is good, then i will write a part two. ☺️

tags: sub!jax , vibrators, overstim, mommy kink, light bondage.

"L.. Look, y/n.. I already apologized to gangle— zooble and .. kinger just.. let me out of this crap, yeah?" Jax tried to use his usual charm on you but it was becoming painstakingly clear that you didn't care. You simply hummed in response and this only made him that much more agitated.

After all, it wasn't every day he was literally tied up to the headboard of his own bed.

"Mhm, mhm.. and that's what you said last week Jax... and.. the week before that.." You smiled and straddled his lap and he grunted, shifting a little.

"Yeah, and? Ever heard of having fun toots?" He said and studied your expression.

"Oh, suure.. in fact, I think this will be lots of fun after all." You trailed a hand down his chest. Slowly removing the straps of his overalls, allowing them to fall down his shoulders. You watched him closely, but he looked to the side. Avoiding your gaze as heat crept on his cheeks.

"Y.. Yeah, but not when I'm .. tied up doll, heh— d.. don't you think this is a bit much?" Jax swallowed, trying his best to control himself, but his body was actively giving him away.

"Too much? I think it's just fine.." You rocked your hips a little and you could feel the bulge pressing against your thigh. "See?" You chuckled, "You're usually much more confident Jax.. what's going on, hmm? Mommy making you nervous?"

"You wish, babe." His hands tugged at the resitraints once again, "A—And you can't blame me for getting turned on.. tied up or not you're still hot. But, this ain't my thing doll." He said in a frustrated tone and you removed yourself from his lap, leaving his bulge out in the open no longer hidden between the valley of your thighs.

"Too bad, Jax. This is punishment you know. For causing so much chaos in the circus. My poor little gangle, do you really love making her cry that much?" You spoke while digging in your bag of 'toys'. Jax was actively trying to pull against his restraints and see what you were grabbing. "Look I already said I was sorry, what more do ya want from m—"

You were walking back towards him with something behind your back and Jax squinted. ".... whats that?"

You hummed and yanked his overalls down, slipping them from under beneath him. "You'll see."

"Just be a good boy and stay still for me," Jax shuddered at your words unconsciously, he couldn't think of any smart remark when he watched your pretty hands pull his dick from its confines, he was already semi-hard.

"Nnh.." He gasped as you attached a egg vibrator to the base of his cock right along one of the veins that protruded from his girth. You didn't waste time in turning it on the medium setting, with the little remote you held in your hands. A smirk playing on your lips.

His ears immediately shot up and his pupils got small, "W.. What the h- hell..!" He jolted, his hips bucked forward as pleasure coursed through his body without warning.

"How's that feel hmm? Nice and snug?"

"Th.. this is nothin'— ghhk..!" He tensed up again as you switched the setting to its highest, the buzzing sound got louder as it stimulated his dick, which was completely hard and standing at attention now.

"Shhh, that's it." You climbed next to him and stroked his chest. Your fingers tip toed down to his hard shaft and fingers danced around the tip which was already dripping with precum. "You can take it right? After all, I did promise Ragatha I would help mend her dress this afternoon.. so stay here and be a good boy for me okay?"

"W.. What you.. you aren't gonna— ngh.. leave me here right? C-Come on doll, hh— mmf!" You shoved your panties into his mouth. "Found these in your room too." You smiled, it was warm and gentle. Completely contradicting your actions.

"And to answer your question, yes, this is punishment remember dear?"

"Now, if you cum before I get back.. well, this will not the be the worse thing you go through.~"

You switched it down to the medium setting, just enough to keep him going but not enough to get him there completely. He groaned and pulled against the resitraints as you walked out of the door, shutting and locking it behind you.

Jax shuddered and bucked his hips against the vibrator, his eyes getting glossy from the stimulation.. all he could do was sit there and take it. His moans muffled by the underwear in his mouth.

About 45 minutes went by before you entered the room again, Jax immediately perked up, his eyes were glossy from crying and his hands were trembling beneath the restraints. The once sassy bunny was being reduced to whining and begging mess before your eyes. And it was absolutely delicious..

"Hmm? Something you wanna say?" You said and sat next to him on the bed, removing the gag gently from his mouth he began to beg before the gag was even fully out.

"Pl.. please, please... y/n.. l... let me cum.. f..fuck.." He whimpered , but still couldn't face you. It was too embarrassing but he couldn't take it, he was so close but this wasn't enough to push him over the edge.

"Oh? Now you wanna be nice? Gonna look at me, little bunny?" You said and tilted your head a little, trying to catch his gaze.

He finally looked you in the, feeling more pathetic than ever. "Mm...mommy.. please... j..just let me come.."

Now you were a little taken aback, either he was extremely easy to break or... he was actually more into this then he was letting on. You felt your stomach do flips , being called mommy by the one person in the circus who seemed the most against it was invigorating.

"Hmm.. I'm not convinced. Beg some more and I'll let you come baby." You leaned in and placed a kiss on his jaw, trying your hardest to keep your hands off of him. This was for punishment , he didn't deserve that yet.

He looked frustrated by your demands but that was quickly wiped away by the pleasure that washed over him again as he got closer to his climax once more. Unfortunately it he didn't comply it'd probably fizzle out again.

"Nnhg.. please, please.. mommy... need to cum.. please.. i.. ill be a good boy.. pr-promise.." Suddenly the vibrator was turned up to high and he immediately came like clockwork, ropes of cum shot from his angry tip and all over his chest. He groaned and panted, his body trembling from the release.

"Mmn.. there you go, not so hard was it..?" You smiled and turned the vibrator off, giving him a chance to finally relax his body. "Such a good boy for me.. think you can take some more, hmm..?"

"Mmn.. w-won't tell anyone..?" He said, still strung out from his high.

"It'll be our little secret.~" You purred.

#the amazing digital circus #ask #jax tadc #sub!jax #submissive!jax #jax x reader #eeee i hope this ok #🫣🫣🫣🫣

[forlorn-crows]

i shared a mount/ifrit fantasy with @miasmaghoul today and my brain wouldnt stop thinking about it. so here's a lil nocturnal nastiness for you. @askingforthesun i said i should write more mount/if so . . .

cw for slight somno but it's of the wet dream variety and ifrit doesnt mind indulging in the side effects of mountain's filthy subconscious fantasies

Ifrit’s roused from a deep, dreamless sleep with two lanky arms locked around him and a stiffy pressed to the small of his back. He can feel Mountain’s breath on his neck—his drool too, where his lips are pressed half-parted just under his hairline.

Ifrit stirs. Mountain’s arms don’t give in the slightest. If anything, Ifrit feels him tighten a little more, rolling his hips all slow against his ass. 

“Mount?” the fire ghoul whispers into the dark. He rubs his hands against his face, waking up a little more. The only response he gets is a stuttered movement of his hips again and a huffed moan.

Completely asleep then. Asleep and clearly having a nasty dream. 

“Fffuu—” Mountain mumbles. A deep sigh follows as his cock kicks against Ifrit’s back. He has to resist a groan. The earth ghoul always sounds so pretty like this, vulnerable and soft as he is in his sleep. He moans again, high, feminine, and breathy, and the noise goes straight to Ifrit’s gut.

He should really wake Mountain up. Or pry his arms off of him, separate himself from the slumbering, horny giant. 

But sometimes, Ifrit is a selfish ghoul. It’s not like Ifrit’s doing anything to him. Who’s to say he isn’t also asleep, subconsciously affected by Mountain’s nocturnal fantasies? None of this decision to indulge is motivated by his rapidly chubbing-up dick, not at all. 

So he tells himself. 

Mountain shifts against his back, long arms drifting down to his middle. His fingers twitch against Ifrit’s stomach, ticklishly teasing just above his waistband. 

“Hh–oh,” Mountain breathes. He noses a little further up into the fire ghoul’s hair, snuffling loudly. He must smell something he likes because he whines after, thrusting three times in quick succession. 

Lucifer have mercy, Ifrit begs in his mind, biting his lip to keep quiet. 

“Mmpf—fu’ me,” the earth ghoul mumbles. “S’ good.”

Ifrit squeezes his eyes shut. Why do you have to talk in your sleep, too, you big beast, he curses internally. 

Mountain curls in on himself hard, letting out a full-voiced moan. Ifrit can feel a wet spot now rubbing against the sliver of exposed skin on his lower back. Clearly whatever he’s dreaming about must be good to make him so wet. 

“Huh-uh . . . Zephfffuu,” Mountain whines, hand roaming dangerously close to Ifrit’s now fully-hard dick. 

Satanas, he’s dreaming about Zephyr . . . fucking him? Ifrit swallows a groan, hips bucking a little of their own accord. 

For the next few minutes, Mountain continues in much the same way: humping against Ifrit’s ass, huffing random words, groaning and whining into Ifrit’s hair. It’s maddening—how he sounds, how he feels, how he smells. Juniper and sage wafting over him in heavy waves, peppered with the salty tang of his arousal and pre. 

Ifrit’s just about to pull his arms away and escape to the bathroom (he swears he is) when Mountain’s hand slips all the way down, and he fully gropes Ifrit through his boxers. 

“Shit,” he hisses. His eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Ifrit has to grip the sheets to keep from closing his hand over Mountain’s and forcing him to pull at him hard and fast. If Mountain wakes up now he’s absolutely going to fail at playing possum. 

“Gon’—yeah,” Mountain mutters. “Cum . . . ‘lease.”

Oh no, Ifrit thinks. Fuck, is he really gonna . . .?

Mountain’s hips stutter, and Ifrit can feel it jerk between his cheeks. The hand over his cock strokes him slowly once, twice, as if moving through water. He holds his breath, knows Mountain’s going to blow his load in his sleep right against his back. 

And fuck if he doesn’t throb just thinking about it. 

Mountain grunts, hand nearly squeezing Ifrit in a death grip. He squeaks at the pressure, feels a hot glob of precum well up at the slit as he arches into it.

“Cu—cummm, fuckfuu—” The earth ghoul tenses behind him and cums with a shuddering sigh, cum soaking through his underwear and coating the small of Ifrit’s back. 

Fucking seven hells fucking shit—

“Hah, fu—wha’ . . .oh oh shit.” Confusion seeps into his voice, thick from sleep and breathless from orgasm. If his movements are anything to go by, Ifrit would guess cumming woke him up, still rutting against him half-heartedly as he is. The hand over his dick squeezes again, but not so tight. More like a grounding touch, an attempt to locate where his limbs went while he was asleep.

“If—oh Lucifer,” he groans, shifting uncomfortably against the mess in his boxers. “Fuck, you—”

“Are you awake now?” Ifrit asks in the smallest voice possible. 

“Yea,” Mountain coughs, “yes.” 

“What were you dreaming about?”

Mountain stutters, voicing his jumbled thoughts. “I . . . did I . . ?”

“You did, and please for the love of Lucifer finish me off,” the fire ghoul hisses. 

“Finish you—oh.” Ifrit grabs Mountain’s forearm and cements his hand to his dick, thrusting up into his loose fist. “Fuck, Ifrit, sorry,” he rumbles. 

“S’okay, please,” Ifrit begs. He arches again, nudging the top of his head against Mountain’s collarbone. “Make me cum, Mount, please make me cum.”

“Shit, okay, okay—” 

Ifrit helps him slip his hand inside his boxers, letting out the most wretched moan when his thick fingers wrap all the way around his cock. Another bead of pre bubbles up, and Mountain spreads it around the head on the upstroke. 

“Faster unholy shit please,” Ifrit begs. “Can’t fucking take—shit, yesyesyes.” Mountain speeds his hand, matching the frantic tone in the fire ghoul’s voice. 

Ifrit really can’t fucking take it. His breaths turn to feverish panting, muscles tensing as he hurtles towards the edge Mountain’s unknowingly kept him on. He’s going to bust embarrassingly quickly. 

“You’re so warm,” Mountain breathes, almost reverently. His hand flies over Ifrit’s dick. “So big . . . you gonna cum?”

His balls draw up at just the suggestion, and Ifrit cries out that yes, he’s gonna fucking cum all over Mountain’s hand after he just creamed himself in his boxers while he was asleep and almost groped Ifrit to horny death. 

Ifrit muffles his shout into the pillow as he shoots hot and sticky all over his stomach and Mountain’s sleep-warm fingers, cumming so hard and fast he nearly sees stars. The earth ghoul groans into his hair, stroking him until he twitches from overstimulation.

“Sorry,” he whispers again, removing his hand and wiping it on the sheets.

“You,” Ifrit barks a dazed laugh, “you have an iron grip when you’re asleep. What’dyou dream about?”

Mountain snuggles closer, wrapping his arms back around the other ghoul. Ifrit knows it’s a trap, knows they’ll both fall asleep without cleaning up the more comfortable they get post-orgasm.

“Dunno,” Mountain yawns. Yep, big guy’ll start snoring soon, Ifrit’s sure of it. 

“Said Zeph’s name once or twice,” Ifrit yawns back. Damn him.

“Hmm. Riding me, I think,” he muses. He yawns again. “Wanted them to cum on my tummy,” he mumbles, sighing deeply as he tucks his face back against the nape of Ifrit’s neck. 

The fire ghoul grumbles, sleep already dragging him under. “Fuck that’s hot.”

#ficlet #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #ifrit ghoul #mountain ghoul #zephyr ghoul #(mentioned) #cw somnophilia #(slight) #mountain/ifrit #ifrit/mountain #i wrote this in 2 hrs dont look at me