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miyuhpapayuh · 10 months

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Bent over the plushy ottoman, she stares back at her own reflection, as well as the hunk of a man behind her, caressing her body with his big hands.

One, middle and ring finger, knuckle-deep in her pussy, the other fondling her thick left leg as he kissed and sucked on her foot.

She felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Oh my god,” she sighs, dropping her head at the quiver in her belly, “oh my god,” she whines now, as his fingers speed up to pull another orgasm up and out of her.

Still licking the arch of her foot, he mumbles for her to cum for me like a good girl, sending her gushing down his hand again.

“Ooh, fuck!”

“Mmhm, pussy squeezin’ the fuck outta my fingers.” He kisses up her leg, biting the back of her thigh as she comes down.

Pulling his soaked hand away, it comes crashing back down on her cheek, making him chuckle as she jumps slightly.

“Look up,” he speaks, watching her pretty brown face come into view. Dewy and dazed. His favorite.

Moving to hover over her frame, he kisses up her back, fondling her with both hands, now. Her hands were still too shaky to reach for him.

Pulling her up on her knees, her top half lays on the surface, so much closer to his warm frame.

Sliding his fingers into her mouth, she moans and tastes herself, her eyes rolling as he slides into her from behind.

“Mmm!”

His hips snap forward with every thrust, nothing but the squelching sounds of her body and his filthy whispers in her ear are heard.

“Deep in it, just like that?”

She whimpers a yes once his fingers leave her mouth, only to grip her chin, keeping her eyes trained on the scene playing out before her.

“Fuck, that's so good,” she gasps, feeling it deep in her chest. Her fingers were digging into the fabric.

Those strokes get deeper, pulling the deepest of moans from his sweaty flower, making her curl into herself.

“Take this dick, baby.” He rasps, pushing her arch back intact with his free hand.

Her brows furrow so deep, mouth hangs open, a high yelp leaving her as the pressure rises.

“Mm, talk to me baby,” he moans, smacking her ass with one hand, sliding his other hand from her chin to grip her breasts.

“I'm g-gonna cum!”

“I feel that pussy squeezin’, baby. Let me have it,” speeding up and knocking against her spot so precisely, he made her cum hard, another yelp leaving her.

A string of profanities leave her lips as he continues throwing that fat dick into her, over and over.

“Fuck, baby… don't st-stop!”

“Ain't stoppin’.”

Letting her head fall right back down, this time hitting the soft ottoman, her hands reach back and grab at his hips, needing him deeper, if humanly possible.

“So fuckin’ wet.. I love that shit, baby.”

Flipping her sweated hair over her shoulder, she turns her head to look at him, beginning to bounce back onto him.

He smirks, taking a mental picture of her in this moment, dewy and chasing the high as long as it would let her.

“Yeah, there you go,” he encourages, staring back at her, “take this dick, sweet stuff.”

She takes him to the hilt every time, fighting through the terrible tremble in her thighs.

Her eyes lower at the pleasure ripping through her body, her hands reaching out for his, squeezing them once they intertwine.

“You look so sexy, takin’ this dick,” he closes the space between them to tongue her down, wrapping his arms around her. Her wild moans mix in, making him so much harder for her.

Breaking away from the kiss, she gasps as he finds the spot on her neck and inside of her, her worn body becoming wracked with pleasure, once again.

Her nails dig into his arms, overwhelmed with how he enveloped her and fucked her into oblivion.

His hands were everywhere, fondling her in every place that would make her wetter than she already was.

“One more?” He asks.

“Yes, one… more,” she moans, squeezing him like her life depended on it, giving him no choice but to burst right then and there, biting down on her shoulder.

“God dammit, baby…” he groans, his eyes shut so tight as he slumps over on her, her own body still coming down.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she softly laughs, her nails are still dug into his skin as they lay in a heap, over the ottoman.

This horny kick of mine 🫠 I should be gettin' bent over like this, but alas.

Enjoy, you heathens! Happy saturdaye 💜

@thegifstories @sheabuttahwrites @honestpreference @henneseyhoe @blackerthings @tchallasbabymama @harmshake @mauvecherie-writes @soufcakmistress @abeautifulmindexposed @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @ghostfacekill-monger @blowmymbackout @chaneajoyyy @consent-is-king

#yahya smut #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #smut #yahya abdul mateen ii #one off

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missywritesfor7 · 8 months

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Cruising Together | PJM

Synopsis: Just a quickie with your boyfriend Jimin.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 961

Warnings: smut. It’s just smut. 🔞

“Last call!” The bartender yells.

“Let’s have one more shot,” you say with an already tipsy smirk.

“You think you can handle it?” Jimin asks.

“I can handle anything,” you say grabbing his arm and leading him to the bar for one last round of drinks.

This is the first vacation you two have been able to go on in a while, a 7-day cruise through the Caribbean. You’re determined to make the most of this much needed getaway with your boyfriend.

It’s nearly 3am and the bar on the ship is getting ready to close for the night. But not before last call.

You opt for a shot of tequila while he goes for a whisky shot. You both toast to a good night and slam the drinks in one go.

“What should we do now?” Jimin asks.

“I don’t know, but I’m not ready to go back to our room yet. I want to spend more time looking hot,” you wink at him twirling around in your purple cocktail dress that you wore to the nights formal dinner.

“You always look hot,” he says pulling you in by your waist for a kiss.

“Then let’s go to the top deck and you can look at me while I look at the stars.”

“As long as I’m looking at you I don’t care where we are,” Jimin grabs your hand intertwining his fingers between yours.

You two reach the top deck which is quiet and completely free of other people. The stars shining in the sky create a beautiful reflection in the vast dark ocean below. The only light in the distance it what is shining off of the crescent moon and through Jimin’s eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” you remark marveling at the artwork of nature in front of you.

“You definitely are,” Jimin whispers into your ear from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist warming your body from the chill twilight breeze.

The heat of his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck makes you melt right into your panties. You bite your lip trying to keep your composure but a small moan escapes anyway.

“You must really love this view,” he lightly runs his hand up your thigh pulling up the bottom of your dress just enough to make you shiver from the air hitting your now exposed ass.

“I love it so much,” you whisper in a near moan.

Jimin’s hand gently runs up the inside of your thighs until he reaches your crease making your jump a little.

“Baby you’re so excited,” he purrs into your ear making you clinch his hand between your legs.

He runs his tongue up your neck knowing that you find it irresistible. Your restraint disappears and you turn around to face him and press your lips against his with a sense of urgency.

He lifts the back of your dress cupping your ass in his hands as you slip your tongue into his mouth. His dick hard and poking right into your pelvis.

The only thing that would make this the most memorable night is to have Jimin fuck you in the middle of the starlit ocean.

He looks at you through his lust filled eyes like a man starved for days. There’s a deep rabid growl that rumbles from deep within him. A vibration you can almost feel directly on your clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Your hands start working on unbuttoning his pants as he drops your panties to your ankles and starts swirling his finger around your sensitive bud.

A moan escapes your mouth driving him rabid once you release his dick from his pants and stroke his entire shaft. He wraps your leg around his waist and teases your entrance making you squirm.

“I want you,” you plead. “I want you so bad.”

“Say ‘please’,” he teases.

“Please, baby. Please,” you moan.

He slowly slides his dick inside your dripping pussy sucking every bit of oxygen out of your lungs until his pelvis is flushed with yours.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jimin growls starting at a steady pace.

Only the sea creatures are able to hear your moans from Jimin biting at your breasts and steadily increasing his speed. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck and it’s taking everything in you to not wake the entire ship.

He’s got one hand digging into your hips tighter and tighter and the other playing with your breasts that he’s pulled out of the top of your dress.

With every thrust your temperature rises spreading heat from your nipples down to your pussy. You feel so full when he’s inside of you. A fullness you never forget and always crave.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe into his mouth before sucking his bottom lip.

In one fluid motion Jimin lifts your other leg wrapping it around his waist and maintaining his pelvic rhythm while fucking you with nothing but the support of his two arms.

Your body fills to the brim with overwhelming pleasure until you tightly clinch around his dick moaning into his ear.

His breathing narrows as he intensifies his power and pace. Your orgasm boils over making your legs tighten around his waist as you mewl and moan uncontrollably into his neck.

You feel his fingers grip tighter on your hips as he reaches his own climax leaving sloppy kisses all over you.

Both of you catch your breath and Jimin places your legs back on the ground. You tuck your boobs back into your dress and put your panties back on. Once his pants are buckled, he pulls you in for a few more kisses.

“Now lets check out the view from our room.”

#bts #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts smut #Jimin #jimin x reader #jimin smut #park Jimin #drabble #one off #Jimin au #Jimin fic #cross posted on ao3

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superhyperfastcars · 4 months

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#gt90 #ford #supercar #american car #one off

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cotl-inspiteofyou · 2 years

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-Coming Around-

This was so big I had to make two parts. x_x

None of the followers are OCs. If y’all want them, have at ‘em! Except disgruntled horse friend. I have plans for him. Afterwards then y’all can have him.

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raquellemonsta · 6 months

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toxic boy mom (bokuto koutarou x reader)

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this idea just randomly came to me. I love bokuto and domestic stuff so I hope you enjoy this too! sorry for any errors :p

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your bed is so much more comfortable than you remember. that's what makes it so hard to get up in the morning, especially when your husband's warmth is still present even when he's gotten up to go for his morning run. for a moment, you feel peace, and it's almost as if you're a kid again, waking up on the weekends and having no responsibilities.

a high pitched squeal breaks you out of your immersion from a life you haven't known in years. the truth is that you do have responsibilities now, to both your husband and your children. reluctantly, you leave the warmth of your bed and head out of your bedroom right across the hall, into your son's room.

the blankets on the bed are rustled, and the bed itself is empty. the crib on the other hand is still housing your littler baby. when he catches sight of you, he excitedly kicks his feet while he begins to drool and babble 'mama', making other noises too.

your beautiful 14-month old, koushin, can be quite the noisy baby (he's more mellow than his brother, however). his facial structure and eye shape reminds you of your own, while he has your mom's eye color. that doesn't mean you can't tell he's a bokuto ; he's always hungry and always laughing. you pick him up and kiss his face all over, causing him to giggle happily and squeeze his mama.

you hear the television from downstairs playing some saturday morning cartoon, and decide to go see how your other son is doing. carefully making your way downstairs with koushin, you catch sight of your other little boy: wrapped up in a blanket and sprawled out on the sofa.

your older son kenji is nearly an exact replica of his father. he has dark hair with bright, golden eyes. the only way you can tell he's not just your husband but tiny is the small birthmark beneath his left eye. it's a little dot that if you look closely enough at is in the shape of a heart. sometimes, you still see him as that little baby that first made you a mother five years ago. he's much bigger now, of course. both of them make your heart swell with love and appreciation for the little family you've created.

"good morning kenji, what are you up to?" you ask. you rub koushin's back which causes him to snuggle closer to you.

"watching tv mama. i'm hungry" he tells you. you set koushin down on the floor in front of his brother, making sure that both of them will be safe and entertained. kenji is always good about looking after his brother, so you aren't worried. you smile and kiss kenji's head before making your way to the kitchen.

your boys love pancakes, so you make the mix and pour it into a pan. you decide to fry up some sausage as well, and while waiting you take the milk out of the fridge and pour it into a glass and sippy cup.

a certain someone makes it back from his run just in time for breakfast. the first thing koutarou notices after taking his shoes off are his two sons in the living room, playing with each other. he can't help but grin at the sight.

"hey hey hey! how are my two favorite guys?" he yells, picking up koushin and tickling him. the baby laughs wildly at all of the excitement his dad brings.

"dad come play cars with us!" kenji begs. bokuto sets his younger son down and grabs a monster truck before making overexaggerated car noises (you can't convince me he wouldn't be this kind of dad).

you laugh at the sudden spike in the noise level, something you've become used to being married to koutarou for several years (and having known him for even longer). right now, you're setting up the high chair for koushin, where you've put cereal puffs and cut up the sausage into small, bite-sized pieces. it's usually not a good idea to set his food down after he's in the chair, because he's known to become quite rowdy and throw the food off of the tray (which was something you learned the hard way on spaghetti night). once you were done setting that up, you made sure everyone else had plates out.

"breakfast is ready!" you shout, almost immediately hearing fast footsteps over to the table. by the time you turn around, kenji is already in his seat and koutaro is holding koushin again.

bokuto sets koushin in the high chair, where he immediately grabs a handful of cereal puffs and shoves them into his mouth. he chuckles before turning to you, expectantly. you give him a deadpan look and wait for him to make a move towards the kitchen to fix his plate, but it seems he's doing the same.

"make your plate yourself koutarou, you're a grown man" you tell him as you walk over to kenji and make sure he has what he wants before you sit next to koushin. normally you would have no problem getting his food for him, but you're preoccupied with the kids right now and he is entirely capable of serving himself. like you told him, he's a grown man.

you swear his hair nearly deflates as he immaturely pouts. you don't back down, though, and turn your attention to your kids. koutarou unwillingly goes to make his own plate. one thing is unfortunately clear to him: koutarou is jealous of your children.

he loves his kids more than anything of course (except for you who he loves just as much), he just doesn't understand why you show all of your attention to them nowadays and not as much to him. he actually does understand that part, because he has the cutest kids in the world. it's not that he wants to be jealous of them, it's just sometimes he misses when you weren't spread so thin.

what he doesn't understand is that it's not your choice to be showing him less attention. motherhood is tiresome, since your kids demand your attention every waking moment. since you've started working from home to be able to take care of your children, you've been engulfed with tasks around the house. you're tired all of the time no matter how much sleep you get, and you feel like you haven't had time to yourself in forever. it's something that your husband doesn't seem to notice, though he's always been painfully oblivious. he hasn't even noticed you haven't gotten a plate for yourself in an effort to make sure your kids are taken care of.

that is until after he starts eating from his plate, and notices you still watching koushin.

"honey, aren't you going to get a plate?" he asks. you look at him in slight surprise that he even noticed.

"in a minute" you say, though he can tell from the tone that you definitely won't be moving a minute from now. he pushes out his chair and heads to the kitchen, plating some food before making his way back to the table and pushing it in front of you. you look up at him and he can see the exhaustion written in your face.

"go lay down my sweet. breakfast in bed! i'll take care of the boys" he tells you in his happy-go-lucky tone. your eyes fill with surprise and you look to your children before shifting back to your husband.

"are you sure?" you question him seriously.

"of course. only the best for mom" he gave you a kind smile, the very one you had fallen in love with years ago. it's always able to make you feel better. somewhat reluctantly, you take your plate up to your room and head back to bed, shutting your eyes peacefully.

unbeknownst to you, bokuto is going to work downstairs. while the kids are preoccupied, he pulls out the vacuum and starts to deep clean (or at least the bokuto version of a deep clean), putting dishes away and picking up toys. it takes him several hours, but the house looks perfect by the time he's done.

"hey boys, want to help dad make dinner tonight?" he yells to his two sons, who both excitedly agree. he decides to make something simple but that he knows you'll enjoy. he's no chef, but he's willing to push his limits for you.

he lets kenji help out more than koushin (because what kind of dad would he be making a baby cook dinner? actually that could be interestin-), and soon enough they have dinner plated and ready to bring upstairs.

kenji carries the plate, while koushin brings a flower from out back. koutarou knocks on the door as a formality before opening the door to see his beautiful wife, reading a book. you place a bookmark in it before looking at your little family in shock.

you encourage them to come closer so you can see what they've made. the plate looks wonderful, and your heart feels full with love for your adorable babies.

"oh my goodness, this looks amazing! did you do all of this for me?" you ask. your little ones nod, causing you to smile even brighter. you pull the two of them into a hug before kissing both of their heads.

"my perfect, sweet boys" you rub their backs before looking up and meeting eyes with your husband. similarly to breakfast, he has an expectant look on his face.

"and you too bo, i guess" you joke, pretending to add it as an afterthought.

your children burst out laughing at the dejected look on their father's face. he nearly had tears in his eyes and a huge pout.

"you're toxic! toxic!" he suddenly points and sticks his tongue out at you.

"kou i'm not a toxic" you say. you can't help but shake your head at his antics.

"yes you are. you're a toxic boy mom and you can't tell me otherwise."

"i can't be a toxic boy mom if we only have sons?"

"i don't care. you're a toxic boy mom who favors your boys over me" he pouts.

"you're a big baby sometimes, you know that?" you roll your eyes in disbelief. you can't help but laugh at his ridiculous behavior, but it's one of the reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. you give him a kiss before digging into the dinner they so graciously made for you, while your kids start teasing their dad that you like them more as he argues back.

sometimes it feels like you have three kids in this house.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #bokuto #bokuto x reader #x reader #one off

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13o7billionyearsinthemaking · 8 months

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I have been exposed to vriska universe and I got the most autistic inspiration way to present the sillies

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copypastesomeinsaneshithere · 2 months

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#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #Sonic #metal sonic #made in ibis paint #one off #post #sonic cd

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phlurrii · 19 days

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Mew was alone while the Ancients were MIA, or, so they thought…

#ancient mew #mew #pokemon #mew pokemon #the ancient mew #pokémon mew #one off

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barn-anon · 13 days

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A deep growl and he stops. He nervously eyes his brother before him, the blood on his brother's turquoise armour. He reaches out only to get another snarl in return, unable to move any closer.

Dead feral marines lay around them but it didn't matter in the end, how many they killed. They were never going to be in time.

A wheezing breath and his brother's attention is back to the bloody mangled lump that he's hunched over. He watches as his brother, so brilliant, so passionate, now coo to the shuddering bleeding torso. Turquoise armour turn redder by the second as armoured hands gently pat and try to soothe the fading life.

Weak whimpers are met with unnervingly sweet purrs. His brother scoots away with the torso in his arms, seemingly on autopilot as he starts walking back to the base. He hesitates but quickly grabs a discarded tarp to cover the remaining viscera before hurrying after his brother.

1 minute, wheezing breaths grow weaker.

5 minutes, those breaths are shallow and pained.

10 minutes, heart beats grow slow.

11 minutes, one last beat and silence. His brother stops. He sees him tremble and fall to his knees. Soft pained whimpers come from his strongest brother. He dares not go closer but he hears the wet squishes as his brother tries to hold the mangled remains of his human to himself.

Then his brother takes his helmet off and he watches as he takes a bite out of his own human. Bone breaks easily under the strong bite. He stays silent as his brother tries to savour this last gift from his human.

He looks away as his brother screams out into the night. Glad that he doesn't have a bonded human of his own.

Tagged: @kit-williams • @egrets-not-regrets • @bleedingichorhearts

Kit, I was thinking a little too much of your post regarding how Space marines deal with the death of their humans.

#space marine husbandry sentience #space marine husbandry #warhammer 40k #one off #not smut #mild gore i suppose #not happy

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