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down-with-the-shigness · 2 years

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cant stop thinking about desperate, passionate, but irresponsible sex with shigaraki and him accidentally knocking you up 🥵💦😩💕

#sorry for breeding kink but also not sorry i know some of you nasty freaks are also into it #this thot has me going insane #also i imagine hes kinda into it #maybe even a lot into it #cue shig-a-shig-a's ''to create is divine'' that fic lives in my head 24/7

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bellshazes · 2 years

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i’m hours and hours late but could you talk more about specifically Heel Turn 2 in relation to Bdubs? you made the comparison and now i’m Thinking but some of the lines (I’m walking out of here in one piece, don’t care what comes after) don’t fully line up in my head and i’d love to hear your thoughts

it's certainly not perfect but I think that the heel turn 2 transition from "Be an upstanding well-loved man about town / In your child's mind that's how it goes down" to "Let all the trash rain down / From way up in the rafters" encapsulates a lot. it's also everything JD has ever fucking said about it, actually:

You think he can’t take another punch but he can, you think he’s going to fall but he’s not, there’s too much power in the hero, in the good guy. He’s gonna die in there and then suddenly he reaches down, inside his being, and says; 'I’m going to cheat: I’m going to do what's wrong, I’m going to change - for the worse!'"

Because you do care if people hate you. [Audience member: No!] Yes, you do and you’re always gonna. You can’t rid yourself of that because if you do rid yourself of that, then you’re a sociopath. Then you have major problems. So you have to live in the complex world. But in wrestling, we get to enjoy, vicariously, the sight of somebody going, 'I am going to embrace evil and get out of here alive and that’s the only thing that matters in my entire life at this moment, in front of all these people.’”

of course, bdubs' desperate desire to not die in here when he's the boogey killing tango and red trying to get back to etho are usually fatal, which is what moves him from heel to tragedy. if he'd stayed red he wouldn't have needed a boogey kill, but he was so worried about being boogey he didn't consider the long game; he also can't wait for a more opportune, less surrounded-by-reds moment in the end even though he pulled off two kills as boogey by playing slow and gaining trust and waiting.

throw my better self overboard, shoot at him when he comes up for air! come unhinged, get revenge, I don't wanna die in here. he doesn't want to, but he does. it's the shortsightedness of totally embracing the simple pleasures of evil in a desperate attempt to survive that's his downfall.

#i think crucially for me this is also the song I'd sing at 1am coming back from my restaurant job the last winter there #driving my jankity old van where the driver side door would fly open if I turned at all if it was below freezing which was often #the real insanity is in all of the thots i have about tallahassee liner notes but. god.#also he's not like. a great heel success wise and this is SO clear in DL where he IS going to cheat he WILL do what's wrong he HAS changed #for the worse! he's still red. heel TURN babey.#he's just also not very convincing of a liar; he's much better at lying in wait. if he bothers to ever wait #peter answers

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dankovskaya · 3 months

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Okay apparently its from 3 weeks ago and i jst now noticed but i watched ff7 rebirth final trailer and what the fuck

#SO MUCH happens in the little ass original game there are so many completely distinct places and seeing so many of them teased in that #trailer is insane like has me doing calculus on my fingers like HOW LONG IS THIS GAME?#i have to assume the pace here will be more comparable to the original like.... remake was truly just dilly dallying #in midgar and will probably feel in retrospect like fucking nothing happened which is true #but i thot itwas going to be 3 games right..... i saw costa del sol i saw the barret city which means obviously #golden saucer or whatver and also clearly nibelheim and the. Port town wit hthe disguises i forget. and red dog city.#But also the fucking like tomb raider temple??DSBfigusgs and the SNOWY MOUNTAIN PLACE?#Isn't that like..... everywhere basically..... are they just making all these different hubs so that they can think of reasons #to make you return to all of them for different reasons in the 3rd game.......#its TOO MANY CITIES i dont get it. And not enough vincent #and i cant tell if vincent's jpn voice is the original voice actor with consideration to vocal changes over time OR if it's possibly nanami #jjk cause he's very popular and it sort of sounds like him doing a different kind of voice?#this is humiliating wym me the voice acting freak can't tell 100% whether that is og vincent instantly from like one muffled syllable #across the room with my ears covered

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ambreiiigns · 6 months

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i watched One wrestling (wrestledream. much to say abt it. god willing i keep watching from that episode forward) and then 4 bungo stray dogs w brother (finished s3 fucking finally my god and saw the first from s4. it was really bad) after the most fucked up week i've had in a while

#i saw kota's signed like officially full time... easy way to get a girl ready for catch up (real this time not clickbait)#bsd s3. is so bad. not that everything else's my favorite necessarely but like. it gets really bad my dudes. it was bleak #a while ago brother said he was interested in knowing more abt ranpo and s4 starts w ranpo & president centric flashbacks so i #thot he'd be happy to see that but the last few s3 episodes get So Bad they sucked all the joy out of us both good lird. it was bleak #dazai's in the hospital chuuya's in a book they're trying to pretend atsushi and akutagawa are as cool as them again... girl help.#and what's w the cat. i'm so confident it's never gonna be brought up again and it's driving me insane. i sort of knew abt the cat but #not enough to be prepared. and the timing is so bad #why did we have Three episodes abt chuuya and dazai age 15 (answer is that they're the best part of this show and they know)#then random episode where the main takeaway i got is that gin is revealed to be hot (i knew.) like complete waste of my time imo #then One episode where kyoka has to share backstory reveal w even more atsushi trauma like ?!?!?!?#i can't take much more of atsushi whining. that's all he does. from episode one. and the second kyoka has her moment we cut to #atsushi whining again i don't CARE that the guy from the orphanage is dead shut UP #like who thought this was a good idea.#and then in the last 3 shitty episodes they wanna do all that ???#old men yaoi backstory ???? you need more time for that. hello. cat is god. huh #introduce New Evil Guy w power that seems to be super insane and he's defeated by kid wearing his boyfriend's clothes ????#like it was too much. for nothing. not even counting all the pointless random convenient things that happen that aren't accounted for #at All #like. you're telling me atsushi can enter the cave at the speed of light and the guards can't notice him but then he can't fucking catch the #virus guy 1m away from you in a little cart. i'm going to kill everyone involved w making this anime i'm tired. i need to finish killa killa #And made in abyss. bsd s3 so bad it makes you wanna start jjk as soon as possible #anyway now let's talk abt my traumatic week #oh nay

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ervotica · 5 months

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fix your head

pairing; perv!stepbro!rafe cameron x fem!stepsister!reader

warnings; stepcest, smut 18+ only, fingering, p in v sex, somnophilia, free use kink

a/n; just been having brainrot abt stepbro!rafe so here’s a lil drabble/thot abt him! (yes i am insane)

A rough palm presses to the small of your back as the covers lift, a chill twining around your suddenly exposed skin that has goosebumps raising even in slumber. You whine, brows scrunching as lax fingers loop around his wrist and you twist further into the sheets. Your eyes open and desperately try to acclimatise to the darkness of your bedroom, but all you can decipher is a looming silhouette that begins to crawl on top of your slack body.

"Shh, shh," Rafe soothes. His breath is hot against your prickling face. "'S just me. Go back to sleep. Just g'na fix your head a little."

"Mm, okay." You settle once you realise it's only your stepbrother, eyes fluttering closed once more. His touch immediately has your pert nipples hardening, the soft sheets beneath you enough stimulation to make you squirm even in your half-asleep state.

Bruising fingers curl around your hips, lifting them until your back arches and your face smushes into the pillows beneath you; he makes light work of your panties, pushing them to the side as his big palms knead the fatty flesh of your bum.

A finger sinks into your weeping hole and you gasp, pushing back into the touch as he curls it just right to rub over your g-spot. Your gummy walls contract at the newfound pleasure and an arm flies back in seek of purchase against Rafe's wrist.

"I know, I know," he coos, slipping in another digit and picking up the pace until the delicious friction has you stifling moans into the sheets. "Keep quiet for me, kid. Wouldn't want your mom finding us, would we?"

The feeling of fullness is gone as quickly as it appeared and you're still for a few moments, features crumpling in vexation.

"Don't get bratty on me now, you little shit," he chuckles, watching as your face falls once more when he lines his mushroom head up with your drooling entrance. You garble and gasp as your cunt parts and flares around him, fluttering walls hugging him and moulding to the shape of his curved cock.

Fingers splay against the base of your neck, effectively silencing you as he starts to rock his hips; fingernails dig into the delicate flesh there and you whimper, tears tickling at your waterline as he presses you further into the pillow to keep you quiet.

"Got this pussy trained f'me, haven't I, kid? Attagirl, nice and quiet for me."

He twines an open palm into the length of your hair and tugs to reveal your blissed visage, watching with rapture as your expression changes the more he toys with you.

You squeak as he reaches down to pinch and roll your swollen clit between two fingertips, teeth baring into a growl when he clasps a merciless hand over your whining mouth.

"I told you to be fuckin' quiet, slut. Too much of a whore to take it nicely, hm? Too ungrateful?"

You shake your head vehemently, tears pooling at the base of his fingers as his thrusts pick up speed, head of his cock kissing every spot inside of you until you can't think of anything but how good he's making you feel.

He wrenches his hand free and you sag like dead weight, a punched breath of air expelling from your lungs with every cruel rut of his hips.

"There's my girl," he croons with a wicked smile, satisfied now you're fucked too dumb to do anything but drool onto the pillows beneath you. "You just, relax, kid. I'll be finished with you soon.”

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keeksandgigz · 6 months

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more 18+ smutty thots (minors dni)

I don't know what came over me I was supposed to write an essay and this came out. disgustingly fluffy smut under the cut.

ok so while the idea of being fingered with rings on is really hot, I personally think it's really painful, you just get repeatedly punched in the pussy by like chunky metal. not very hot.

so picture this, Eddie always fingers you with his right hand because it's easier to take off one ring than three, big, chunky ones. He usually puts it down somewhere, maybe on his dresser or his desk, just so he knows he won't lose it.

And he's kneeling on the floor between your legs, getting ready to give you the biggest and sloppiest and the best head of your life. His hair is tied up and his other hand is keeping your thighs spread- now, the bite of those rings on your thigh you don't mind. They're cold and your flesh gets stuck in the gap between the ring and his finger, giving your inner thigh a delicious pinch.

But he's shirtless and he's famished and you notice that he still has that ring on. And he's circling your entrance with his ring and middle finger and as much as you'd love for him to keep going, because he's making you feel so good you have to stop him.

He emerges from in between your thighs, alarmed.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Need to stop?" his eyebrows are curled in a concerned manner, he's worried you weren't enjoying it. Ever the people pleaser.

"No no no, not at all" you huff, there is not enough oxygen in your brain for you to think right now. You stare at the ceiling, hoping that miraculously the words will come to you.

"What is it then?" he urges, giving your thigh a soft squeeze.

"Your um- your ring" you whisper softly, tilting your head towards his slick soaked fingers. He takes a moment to register, looking at his right hand, seeing the small little silver ring on his ring finger.

"Oh shit, sorry sweetheart" he goes to clean his fingers on the duvet of his bed, which makes you wince a bit. He probably won't was those sheets anytime soon.

He takes his ring off, but a malicious grin adorns his face as he plays with it a little, looking at you, still spread open and naked on the bed for him.

"Why don't you hold on to it for me?" he asks, as he reaches for your left hand, placing the slightly loose ring on your fourth finger. Your ring finger.

The thought makes you gasp as he wastes no time diving back into eating you out. His thick fingers spreading you open for him, as the gesture, though small, makes a wave of arousal mixed with utter love and devotion wash over you.

Your moans get louder with the possessive nature of the gesture, he wanted you to be his.

"Yeah? Y'wanna be my little wife?" he says in between licks and sucks at your core as his fingers make quick work of brushing that soft spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. His words only top the whole thing off.

"Oh- sh-yes, Eddie!" and you're not even sure what you're saying yes to. Everything feels too good, from the way his ringed hand is gripping your thigh, to the way his too- big ring burns its way into your skin. His. His little wife.

Your right hand digs at his hair, grabbing and pawing at the soft curls, urging him to fulfill you, a carnal need for more of him. A need for him to have you in any way he can.

His fingers picked up the pace, compensating for your mouth separating from you, chin and nose covered in slick.

"Who would've guessed a ring was all you needed. I put this little piece of tin on your finger and you go insane? Trust me baby, I'll give you the real thing. I'll give you everything you want" he mumbles against the skin of your tummy, mouthing soft praises.

"So good for me, aren't you. Gonna be mine so soon" and the promises of such a certain future make your head reel. His fingers curling inside of you as you cry out, the feeling of him being everywhere on you. Inside and out.

His hair fanning on your tummy as he continues his trail of hisses to the hinge of your knee, your calf, your ankle. The arch of your foot.

Then his hand is on you, brushing stray hair out of your face, cupping your cheek as your moans become lighter, airier.

"You close, baby? My little wife wants to cum for me?" he asks, his mouth against the seam of your thigh, licking and sucking bruises in his wake.

And you can't really speak aside from soft hn! noises and the occasional cry of his name, a prayer above as your walls begin to tighten around him.

"'mclose" you deliver curtly and he smiles, watching the way your cheeks flush, your eyes can't stop rolling to the back of your head.

"C'mon, baby, cum for me" he says, and like a spell has been cast on you, you follow his order, tightening around his fingers that don't seem to be stopping as you ride out your orgasm.

You have to push his hand away, an overwhelmed whine coming out of your mouth as you lay there.

"No more, no more" you chant, laying back as he sits on his bed, laying your head on his lap, caressing your matted and sweaty hear, brushing them away from your forehead as you catch your breath, playing with the new addition to your finger to steady yourself.

"You can keep that if you want. Gonna get you a chain, wear it around your neck" he says, smiling down at you.

"But it's yours, Ed" you squeak out, tired in a post orgasmic glow.

"Consider this an advance. For when I get to put a ring on that pretty finger" he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

And you feel safe, secure. Happy.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson blurb

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whatthefishh · 11 months

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Miggy thots of the day:

Everyone talks about him being hard and rough but what about when he’s slow and deliberate?

Is he the type to tell you to be quiet and take it? Or does he smile when you whimper around his size? Foreheads touching as he encourages you to breathe through it? Or does he kiss you to swallow your cries? Is it messy? I bet it is. Bet he licks into your mouth and steals your breath away.

His back curled at an inhuman angle bc he has to bow himself over you? Intertwines your hands and his sheer weight presses you into the mattress? Unintentionally? You don’t mind the pressure one bit. He’s got you pinned.

Miguel talks you through the first three, an insane amount of praise falling from his lips, half of it not making any sense but you catch some words; this sweet pussy, good little girl, my girl always ready for me, fucking love this pu—

Has to pick up speed when you start tapping out, eyes unfocused when your body exhausts itself under his control. Mumbling about how much he loves you, loves seeing you come apart for him, around him, all over him, wants to see it again, wants to feel it always.

“Oh you’re tired, baby? No no, not yet, I don’t want it to end baby, don’t go cross eyed on me now,” he says, noticing your eyes rolling back when he overstimulates you.

When he empties himself inside your warm and waiting cunt, Miguel’s breath comes out heavy against your temple. His spend spilling out around where he’s still buried between your thighs, he pulls out and groans at the sight, shuffling his way down to clean you up like the ever so caring partner that he is…

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara imagine #Miguel o’hara fic #across the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spider verse #spider man 2099 #across the spiderverse fanfiction

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kyuala · 2 years

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WAIT real quick just before i start i want to say what i think their personalities will be like just to keep this here for future reference to see how much that perception will change

#wishi.... idk i think really chill laid-back leader vibes but sometimes hes a savage #gives me serim kinda leader vibes but less soft.#kyungmin.... woobin but even smarter. kinda like allen too in that he never speaks but when he does it's a hit #keumdong idk what i expected but im so surprised at how talkative he is already. he seems like basically their unofficial mc #i thot maybe he'd be like.... shy n quiet n cute but nope. i think he's a chatterbox n chaotic n yes cute #minwoo.... just realized he n baekseung share a name syllable omg so cute. soulmate behavior #anyways minwoo. Quiet. like thats just it idk he just gives me Always Lurking In The Background vibes #maybe like.... kind of like jaemin in the sense that he's either a quiet introvert with 0 social battery or he's off his fuckin rocker #bouncing off the walls batshit insane. n then back to being an introvert #baekseung.... i think the member that's the most unintentionally funny from what i've seen. also v cute w/o even trying #maybe. also like v innocent naive baby vibes #ok now yejun.... i already thought HE was the chatterbox of the group but it seems like he's quieter #until u get him going off about something he enjoys. not much else to add tho he seems quiet. also vvv smart #yewang. i keep thinking he has jeongwoo's personality bc they remind me of each other but on 2nd thought.... absolutely not #i think he's rather quiet but enjoys being a scheming little bitch to his friends bc they deserve it #yewang is born good the society around him corrupts him (epex)#now jeff.... v much gives me 'maknae who makes fun of everyone but gets away w it bc everybody's whipped for him' vibes #except for the other maknaes. i think he must have a love-hate relationship w them. n maybe like one older member #yeah these r my thoughts.... overall as a group they seem like they're quiet at the beginning of every episode n then get increasingly #deranged as time goes by until u catch them like. trying to throw a member onto the roof and screaming their lungs out meanwhile #mari.txt

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herefortheteadandthed · 4 months

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Hey y’all, first time writing but i have so many thots.

Max (verstappen obv <3) with alwayshorny!gf

she’s is on top of him at all times, straddling his thigh, playing with his rings, grinding on his lap while he’s gaming trying to get him in the mood and obv his happy to oblige, shaking his thigh and guiding her hips or just letting her mark him up while nuzzled into his neck. especially when he’s working out and she sees his thick thighs and beautiful back + arms and just loses it thinking of him manhandling her.

and when he’s sleeping she just starts grinding on him moaning in his ear trying to wake him up and suddenly he just flips he over and starts whispering the dirtiest words like “wow shatje, you couldn’t even wait for me to be awake to fuck you stupid huh?” and she’s just speechless whining and looking up to him with those doe eyes that make him melt every-time.

AND when he’s in the mood especially when he’s angry and just wants to fuck her until she’s a whimpering desperate mess. “only good girls get to cum baby, do you think you’ve been good?” and she shakes her head and he slaps her lightly “words schat” she starts apologising saying no all pathetic and he starts fucking her harder “how pathetic prinses, you can’t even beg?” once she starts begging with teary eyes he starts going all soft on her while he’s so close “it’s okay pretty girl yeah? i’ve got you” she’s just a moaning mess at this point “m-maxie i c-c-cant i’m gonna-“ and he just shoved his tongue down her throat and they both come undone and the after care would be insane.

ANDDDDD bc she’s always horny she wants to buy toys for when he’s away and he says “okay mijn leibe, but you must promise that every-time you use them you send a video” and she just nods, happy to be able to cum without him there (even though they both know it will not feel as good)

While he’s at a grand prix and she has work (because girly making big bills girlboss) he gets a video while he’s just chilling alone and it’s her fucking herded telling him how she feels so full but not full enough and so many dirty things and he obv uses the video to get off before sending back a photo of his dick covered in cum “see what you do to me leibe?”

then when he comes back they are at it all night. so yeha just max and horny!gf!!!!

#max verstappen #smut #max verstappen smut #fluff #first post #max verstappen x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #f1 imagine

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inklore · 1 year

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No thoughts just Joel thots…particularly pre-breakout Joel waking up to toe curling birthday day sex 🥴

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pairing: joel miller x (f)reader

word count: 881

warnings: eighteen+ content, unprotected piv, dry humping, dirty talk, creampie, come eating, unmentioned age gap.

note: i know you said pre-outbreak but i couldn’t stop picturing the greying daddy era he has going on so imagine this as an au where the outbreak isn’t even a thing but he’s still a silver daddy!

"You’re going to be late," you sigh. A sleepy smile spreads across your lips as you feel his fingers skate against your stomach as he pushes his hand up and under your night shirt—his shirt. His touch turns greedy and rough when his palm cups your boob. Grips. Kneads. A finger teasing at your nipple makes your breath hitch.

Hips instinctively push back into him.

The grunt breathed against the back of your neck when your ass presses against his hardened cock, indicator enough that he was waiting for the contact. For you to meet him halfway at the place of need he’s been since he’s rolled over and turned off his alarm. The trail of sleepy kisses against your neck just the warm up to that need being sedated.

"Tommy can handle things," he murmurs against your skin. Rolls his hips up against your ass, the fabric of his sweatpants and your underwear causing just enough friction to rile you up in the same hand, it frustrates you from not feeling the hot drag of him bare against your ass.

"Hell must have frozen over," you tease. Reach your arm back to run your fingers through his hair. "Joel Miller, take a day off? It’s insanity."

"Who said anything bout a day off?" He corrects, clarifies that the thought alone is the true insanity. "Just need a couple hours to be inside you," his tongue runs along your jugular. Teeth nipping at the vein, making you preen against him.

You nod, give no argument because there is none when he’s working you up like this. When his mouth is edging you with both words and tongue. Fingers toying with your breasts, cock grinding into your ass—your core throbbing.

You turn your head to meet his mouth, pulling him from your neck to breathe a whimper into his mouth, when you feel fingers move along the front of your clothed pussy.

"Whatever the birthday boy wants."

Joel hums against your mouth. Hooks two fingers into the side of your underwear, yanking the wet fabric to the side and exposing you to the heat of the room; to his cock that he shimmies out of his sweats. The tip hot and searing when it spreads your wet lips; the sound vulgar and dirty. The underside of his cock catching on your clit and making your hips jerk.

"The only thing I want right now is t'fuck this pretty pussy till my come is leaking from it," he groans into your mouth as he lines himself at your entrance and slowly pushes inside. You don’t need him to work you open with your fingers; don’t need that extra stretch to ease himself inside. Your walls accommodate him perfectly, given how wet he’s made you.

His thrusts start out slow, dragging his cock almost all the way out of you. The tip the only thing fucked into you until you’re begging, and he’s pumping every inch into you with a slow push of his hips.

His hand around your throat keeps your mouth fixed on his. Keeps your back arched and ass right where he needs it, so he can keep using your pussy, slamming his hips against your ass, dragging his cock against your walls, hitting spots he couldn't if you were in a different position. The heady torment heightened by his beard burning your cheek and chin from his lips, tongue, and teeth.

Your nails dig into his arm, "fuck, Joel."

"I know, baby. It’s good. S’good." His thrusts pick up. Turn hard and fast, your body pushed and pulled back onto him—onto his cock. Your shared noises of ecstasy swallowed by the other's tongue, filling the room in a lewd show of desire and pleasure. "Can you beg for it–fuck–beg for my come. Your pussy's grippin’ me so tight." Hot breath brushes against your ear, his voice all you can hear; his grunts, groans, begging, and need. Completely absorbing himself into your very being.

Joel Joel Joel.

"Know you want it. Can feel how bad you need it," his teeth nip at your lobe. "Beg me."

And you do.

Beg him as you come.

Beg him as you grip onto his arm, eyes screwed shut. A scorching heat taking over your body. Rendering you stiff and limp in his grasp. Your head feels hazy, dazed, and blissful.

Joel grunts a string of curses and "that’s my girl, that’s it, that’s it, just like that." As you grip and tighten, and plead, around him until he’s spilling into your aching pussy.

After he’s pulled out of you, your body still hot and sweaty against his; his fingers move through your wetness. Smearing the evidence of both your arousals along your core, coating your clit with the rotation of quick fingers that makes you hiss and jolt from oversensitivity. His fingers dip inside of you—to gather more, to follow the pattern he just followed, you expect.

The coated pads find your mouth instead. A wordless demand tapped against your lips obeyed as they press against your tongue. Lathering your taste buds with the bitter taste as you suck and lick the mixture of you and Joel off of his fingers. Of what you begged for.

What he needed.

"Happy birthday to me," he grins.

#joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller one shot #the last of us smut #joel miller fanfic #the last of us fic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal fics #joel miller drabble #tlou fanfiction #thots !

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todorokies · 10 months

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jjk characters as male thot jobs

including: satoru gojo, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, kento nanami

contents: sfw but very suggestive, jjk men acting like sluts, gn!reader but there is a fem term used once

a/n: you might not consider some of these as “thot jobs” but im here to hypnotize you ouuuuhhh *wiggles fingers around* .. this is so silly but i had a blast writing this one

☆ . . . since gojo’s brain is hardwired to find teasing others amusing and quite the pass time i could see him as a dentist. you go to your local clinic for a annual deep cleaning and this man purposely goes out of his way to make things seem inherently sensual but still manages to do his job professionally. he’ll coo and praise you for following the most regular orders “now open real nice and wide for me … that’s righttt, good girl.” and “bite down on this … mhm yes just like that, you’re doing a great job.”

he’d definitely be like the annoying ones who still try to have a conversation while knuckles-deep prodding in your mouth. “i can tell you haven’t been flossing as much as you should be, what’s up with that?” and all you can do is narrow your eyes at him. he always caress your jaw and cheek too even through the latex gloves his touches are so intimate and gentle at the end of your appointment you’ll be genuinely considering if you should fuck your dentist or not.

☆ . . . i had multiple options for geto but firmly decided on a ceramic artist. i can envision him owning a modern yet whimsical pottery studio —he wanted the modern look but nanako and mimiko insist on the whimsical interior.— he offers free beginner classes twice a month. omgg the way his hands knead at the clay and skillfully sculpts on the wheel with his fingers meticulously bending, making his veins more prominent while delicately morphing the creation into a vase. he annunciates his instructions with melodic calmness but still has authority present in his tone i swearrr his voice is like honey.

you catch his eye in one of his classes and offers extended hours free of charge to help you “better your form.” he sits behind you, cradling your forearms directing your movements but still making room for you to assist your own creation. his warm minted breath tickles the back of your neck causing goosebumps “make sure to sit close to the wheel and anchor your elbows tightly against your body…” the sultry in his tone doesn’t go unnoticed with him slightly moving to your ear next “don’t be afraid to make mistakes it’s all about trial and error darling.”

☆ . . . like the unemployed bum toji is, he seems like the type of man to pride himself as a ‘jack of all trades.’ which is why i see him in the freelancer field of work, specifically, a personal shopper. he has an app on his phone where he can either accept or deny requests. he’s quite picky with commissions when money isn’t running low, but don’t get him wrong, he’s willing to go the extra mile to please his clients. always prefers phone calls over text when discussing farther details knowing his gruff voice will have the recipient weak in the knees. he isn’t shameful to treat his full time employment as a part time hookup arrangement…if he’s lucky enough that is.

“here’s your stuff pretty.” the quite taller and muscular man at your porch hands over a brown bag containing your groceries. you don’t miss the way his hands graze yours in the exchange, his sharp eyes examine you like you’re his prey; awaiting for your next move in a game you involuntarily started playing. words of gratitude try to slither past your lips but ultimately couldn’t —you’ve officially peaked his interest— “hey, why don’t i help you unload your items?” at that you nodded making way for the sleazy man to enter your home and eventually your bedroom as well.

☆ . . . what differentiates nanami from the rest is that he’s unaware of how insanely attractive his profession as a baker is. he truly doesn’t understand the appeal of a man in an apron kneading dough and decorating pink frilly cupcakes. he co-owns a bakery with haibara !! they even enrolled in culinary school together. the interior is quite morden with wisteria and other succulent plants hanging from the ceiling; most of the time he’s clueless to very clear advances from others or kindly shut them down saying how he’s “not looking for anything serious” which is a lie he himself started to believe.

but on a faithful sunday autumn morning you stroll in just salivating at the thought of warm dewy chocolate filled croissants, fresh from the oven, when you see him; clad in a bulky knitted cream sweater tying a black apron around his slim waist whilst his becipes bulged slightly through the thick material of the sweater. “good morning, what can i get for you today?” one thing lead to another making you leave with not only a croissant but the blond man’s phone number —due thanks to his cheeky younger coworker, yuji, who wrote the number on your receipt including a note that read: ‘he’s soooo into you :)’—

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satoruhour · 8 months

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omg T i have a thot omg omg omg

imagine before nanami proposes idkdkfkf he has like fantasies where you wear the engagement ring he has bought a few days ago like one happens right when you are stroking his dick and his eyes are locked onto ur hand esp ur ring finger which he plans to put the ring on and omgggg imagine the grin he'll have on his face 😭😭 like he can barely keep the qn in his mouth and like you're just like "is this feeling too good this time what is it? and he's like "nothin...." IWJDKRKFKKRKFKFK i love that mannnnn

a/n: DUDEEE ROSEEE OH MY GOOODDDDD???????????????

warnings: oral (m! receiving), handjob sort of, fantasising about marriage, praise, pet names, brief unprotected sex, n*sfw under the cut

nanami has a penchant for anything that you do. especially when it’s when you push away his hand and take the lead in the bedroom, wanting him to relax after such a tiring mission. the curse he was up against didn’t stand a chance, but it still gave him a difficult time with its regenerative tendencies.

it’s one of the things that nanami loves about you: you resist against the norms of him taking care of you, because as much as you love being pampered by him, you also know that a relationship is meant for two people. it’s part of why he can’t wait to book a date with you, open that velvet box and probably forget all the lines he practiced. nanami lets you push him onto the bed, stripping his jacket and shirt off of him and tugging at his underwear. he lets you palm his bulge and praises him for doing such a good job on that mission.

“you did a good job today, kento.” you mumble, thumbing at his clothed tip that is so quick to slip out some pre-cum. his blue boxers darken from the liquid, responding to your fingers easily.

your boyfriend laughs, “you weren’t even there at the mission, my love.”

you shrug, smiling when you see his dick twitch from your hot breath, “don’t need to be. the fact that you made it home safely to me is praiseworthy enough.”

nanami sighs when you peel off his underwear and the cold air hits his cock, immediately contrasted with the hot breath from your mouth as you hover over his sensitive length.

“you spoil me.” your lover sighs when your lips first descend onto his dick, suckling at the sensitive tip that’s so angry and red. it’s begging to be put in you, yet you shut him up by bobbing your head and nanami’s groans go straight to your core. your hands stroke the places you can’t reach, feeling the mushroom head hit the back of your throat occasionally.

in a feat of confidence, you draw out a choked moan from your boyfriend when you bury your nose in his pubes. he bottoms out in your mouth, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes before you come off of him with a big breath.

“you take cock so well, sweetheart.” nanami mumbles breathlessly, eyes trained on the strings of saliva drooping from your mouth. it shifts from your warm mouth to the hand that’s playing with yourself secretly. they go past your pyjama pants and right to your folds. and then his eyes are shooting back to your hand lazily stroking him.

you’re giving his tip little kitten licks, and nanami wants to put a ring on you. there are way more reasons — from the way you have to do nothing, stress leaving his body once he takes a look at you, to the way you help him to tie his tie even both of you know he knows every step. he loves your caring demeanour and the 180 switch up when you hear people talking shit about you.

even when your hand’s squeezing at his cock, his eyes are hazy and glossy, possibly hallucinating over how there seemed to be a ring on your fourth finger and it’s almost scary, the grin that appears on nanami’s face.

“does it feel too good, kento?” you ask, a little worried at the smile that looks borderline insane.

“w—what?” nanami’s stupor is broken and he’s brought down back to earth and the big shining ring on your fourth finger is gone, “it’s nothin’ . . baby.”

nanami’s voice breaks again later when you ride him, breathless pants leaving both your lips as you bounce incessantly on him. “can’t wait to become your wife, ken . .” it was a passing remark, a statement made drunkenly as your boyfriend’s cock fills you up so well and you gasp at the confession.

nanami only grunts at that, arms wrapping around you and trapping you instantly — “what was that? didn’t quite catch that, sweetheart.” just as he plants his feet into the mattress and snaps his hips up into your drooling cunt.

you collapse into his embrace, a small smile tugging at your lips. “wan’ you to put a ring on my finger and fuck me all day long.”

“yeah?” nanami grins, planting a soft kiss onto your lips which turns sloppy soon enough, matching the obscene way and speed at which his cock impales you.

“i’ll do just that, baby. just watch.”

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reveluving · 1 month

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But just, imagine Graves is suuuuuch a hard ass to you in front of his men and a total ass (almost more than he is to his other men) so it doesn’t seem like he’s giving you favoritism and doesn’t make it obvious that you two are doin’ the dirty dooooo. But behind closed doors Graves gives you whatever you want. Want to go on a specific mission? Sure. What a shiny new gun? Absolutely. Want him to bed you over in his office and just devour you(I imagine this mans is such a giver)? Fuck yes. Wanna blow him under his desk while he’s on the phone with Shepherd? He’s already rock hard and ready. AHHHHG It’s just Warren’s Graves’ damn smile. 🫠

WARREN'S GRAVES’ SMILE MAKES ME INSANE TOO, BABY! I FEEL YOU 🤲🏼😭

Includes: mentions of s~mut; oral s~ex, both m & f receiving (minors DNI!), sugar daddy-ish Graves (but he loves tf outta you), this man is a GONER.

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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Pray for this man because Phil knew he was done for as soon as he first saw you ✋🏼😔

Him being extra hard on you (in more ways than one) isn’t necessarily in terms of raising his voice more than the authoritative tone he already uses, but more so with an intense stare, or a deeper tone, you know? A stare which I feel like it takes everything in you not to do anything embarrassing as you stand with your team, be it a moan or a slight indication of you rubbing your thighs together.

And it takes everything in him not to express his satisfaction the way he would behind closed doors.

No doubt you can take whatever he gives as a commander, just like how he treats the rest of his team—you were a soldier before you were his, after all. But as soon as you and him get together, he has some sense of not letting his ego take charge in a disrespectful sense just to prove a point in front of his company.

Listen, he’s not a relationship guy. He’s had his fair share long ago, only to opt for one-nighters with his line of work.

But now? He wouldn’t even dream of being in anyone’s presence (and bed) other than yours.

You may as well mistake a Cupid’s bow accidentally shooting him each time the two of you are in private; raising your hands to his lips with a warmer look in his eyes, tugging you by the hand to sit on his lap as soon as you lock his office door, personally tending to your injuries. Or if the wound needs further medical attention, he'll come to check up on you once the professionals have settled their part.

Picture this: on your day off, you and him in bed after ‘sexc time’, cuddling in bed while looking out of the gigantic hotel windows, though really, Phil’s just looking at you and how the city lights just shine on your skin.

But back to buying you shit!

Whether you’re the kind to react to his exorbitant gifts bashfully or immediately thank him by showering his face with lipstick-stained kisses, there is nothing in the world he wouldn’t get for you. Even with a mere glance at an item as you window shop, don’t be surprised to find it under your pillow or suspiciously slipped into one of your bags at the barracks. So, the second he notices your eyes linger on something, he will buy it, with or without your knowledge.

This is just my two cents, but most, if not, all of the blorbos I've written for have a deep passion for you in red lipstick, and Phil is no doubt a part of that list. Even if you can't wear it all the time for obvious reasons, he wants you to keep it with you at all times.

Because there are days when the two of you can't be in the same team together, much to his dismay, say, because of speciality differences, so one of you is needed elsewhere.

So, when one day, you surprise him with a little gift before his departure by leaving a pretty red kiss mark on a piece of card, handkerchief or even on the glass of his watch, just know it'll be an always-thing. A habit, if you will, even if you're on the same team at that moment.

Missions, too, even if he downright hates your choices. Again, your respect over his own ego. He won’t stop you, and he has no right to, but expect to be in the same regime/team as his. Should anything happen to you, and he prays to God nothing does, he’ll be the first to find you.

When days off seem so far, though, his office is where the ✨️ magic happens ✨️.

It’s a common meeting place for the two of you, be it for sharing food you snuck out of the kitchen or letting him take his frustrations out by smothering his face in between your luscious thighs while you lay back on his desk. His office just has more life whenever you arrive. The reports can wait, he’s (mostly) his own boss, after all. The time you both have is more precious.

And the part about you blowing him under his desk while he’s on the phone is so real of you.

He’s able to drone out Shepherd’s voice on the other end of the call because he knows the general’s just repeating what they’ve discussed days or hours prior. Phil’s more focused on your glassy eyes, struggling to encompass his sheer girth in your pretty little mouth, all while attempting to smile behind your tears. Looking up at him as he tilts his head back onto the office chair and occasionally bucks his hips while he disguises his moans with mindless grunts as if he had been listening to Shepherd yapping in the first place.

“Mhm, right, right…” His jaw clenched, eyes lidded and a lazy smile worth making you whine around his cock as he stared down at you. His phone was pressed in between his shoulder and ear as he rested his forearm on the head of the chair. The other hand brushed your hair back, enjoying the way your cheeks became just a tad more prominent at his gentle touches.

“Yeah, I’ll call you back about it,” He wanted to roll his eyes, initially at the thought of having to face him again, only for it to drag into a groan when the tip of his touched the back of your throat. He tossed his phone as soon as the call ended, a smirk returning to his face when he could finally focus on you. “Sorry, pretty girl.”

You choked a little when he gently pushed you to take him even more.

Oh, he wanted to hear more of that sound.

“You can take more o’me, can’t ya?”

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

Bonus:

Have you guys seen this video with the guy testing out a pink gun with a teddy bear keychain? THAT. Is most definitely the kind of gift that he’d definitely get for you at first sight. Deadass would twirl my hair if he got that for me.

I imagine that if your team learned about the pink gun (whether or not you added that Phil bought it for you), I just find it hilarious that they’d think it wouldn’t have a strong recoil since you didn’t seem to have a problem with it. And as soon as they give it a try, they just jerk back so violently, and Phil’s watching with the most infuriating smirk on his face since he’s seen you play and pose with it when you shoot, taking the drawbacks like no problem 😭😭

» gorgeous rose divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics ♡

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caroldantops · 6 months

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I HAD THOTS, DARK ONES, AND THIS IS ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT LISTENNN..

pretending to still be asleep for a few nights in a row though you’ve woken up to sweet gf vanessa who has only ever been gentle and caring with you and she’s just whimpering mostly incoherent ramblings to herself, touching herself pressed up behind you and getting off to the thought of raping you because she’s just so needy when you look so compliant “baby i’m trying so hard not to hurt you but you’re just too pretty”, you think it’s just a fantasy that maybe she’s too ashamed or embarrassed of to talk about and that she would never really wanna hurt you so you ignore it..

until she does finally fuck you in your sleep, panting “i know it hurts, i know but you’re such a pretty little slut i knew you could take it, be a good bunny for me” into your ear when you wake up from the roughness, pinned down under her so you can’t move

warnings: darkfic, smut (18+ only), noncon (rape), somnophilia, breathplay, masturbation, vaginal penetration (reader receiving), pet names (baby, bunny)

vanessa can't help herself.

you look so peaceful, so sweet, so innocent as you sleep next to her. it makes her want to kiss you all over, worship your entire body until you're dazed with pure fuzzy bliss.

and it also makes her want to take that sweet innocence and absolutely ruin it.

she kisses your shoulder softly from behind, spooning you as she does every night, listening to your steady breathing. she imagines what how your breathing would stutter if she were to wrap her hand around your throat, silencing any complaints as she eased her fingers or her strap into your wet cunt.

god. that cunt.

always so fucking wet for her. dripping. she's so sure that even if you were pushing her away begging her to stop, your pussy would still be soaked for her. even if you ever forgot that you were hers to worship and fuck and torture, she knows that your cunt will remember.

the image of you struggling underneath her makes her ache, and she sighs as she slips her hand between her thighs. her panties are wet with her slick. she pushes under them, two fingers stroking her clit as she presses herself as close to you as possible.

her breath becomes labored as she works herself to a slow climax, staying as quiet as she can. she mumbles under her breath, "fuck, baby, you make me insane." as she comes down from that high.

this keeps up for weeks. she makes love to you, all soft touches and sweet nothings, and then after you fall asleep she gets off imagining forcing herself on you instead. telling you how pathetic you look as she has her way with you, completely powerless to stop her.

one night she finally breaks. you go to bed wearing one of her shirts and nothing else but a cute pair of panties underneath, and she can't stop herself from running her hands up your body and groping you.

"pretty, so so pretty baby," she whispers too low for you to stir awake completely. she pinches your nipples, groaning as she feels them harden between her fingers. "fuckkkk, your body wants me so bad."

she moves quickly after that, unable to resist these urges any longer. she rolls you over, tugging your shirt up over your chest and wrapping her mouth around your nipples. you start to stir, so she moves quickly, hand pushing your panties aside.

she groans as she feels the wetness painting your inner thighs.

"just like i thought bunny, always ready for me..."

your eyes groggily blink open as you suddenly feel full. you look up, dazed and confused as you make eye contact with your girlfriend. "nessa?"

"shhh, bunny," she revels in how you look as you piece together what's happening, what she's doing to you. she shoves three fingers inside you. you jerk, not nearly wet enough to comfortably take that many so quickly. "you can take it. you'll take it."

"vanessa, what are you--"

"just let it happen baby, it'll be over soon."

#c: vanessa fnaf #blurb #silver writes #noncon tw #rape tw #somno #vanessa shelly x reader #dark stuff #darkfic #heyyyy

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starbabyg · 5 months

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Can you do a smutty jack Hughes (like juraj and arber) ??

Jack Hughes smutty thots

you don’t gotta tell me twice to write about my baby daddy!!

Jack has such boyfriend energy when it comes to sex

Like that boyfriend you have in college that you experiment with and the two of you have a lot of firsts together

He loves having sex anywhere and anytime

He’ll drag you into the locker room before a game

“Come on y/n, no one’s in here they’re all on the ice for warm ups. It’ll be quick.”

You’re always so hesitant but somehow he always convinces you

He spends a lot of time beforehand just staring at your naked body

Hands running down your chest and stomach, “Fuck, you’re just so perfect”

Ohhhh how fine he looks as he bites his lip

Sometimes he forgets foreplay, that horny boy just wants to get straight to fucking

So you talk him through a lot

“Am I doing it right?” He’ll ask innocently as he’s going down on you

He’ll always look up at you while he gives you head, always trying to make sure you feel good

The fingering and clit sucking combo he does is immaculate

Once he gets the hang of it he’s perfect

He hits juuuust the right spot with his index and middle finger while swirling his tongue around your rose bud

When you squeal in pleasure he can’t help but laugh while still attached to you, chuckles reverberating through you

Much more of a receiver than a giver, he’s selfish with sex (he’s such a spoiled brat but I can’t help but love him)

He just lovessss how good you look while choking on his length

Holding your hair in a ponytail, he nods in approval “mmhmm just like that. Keep going and I’m gonna cum babe”

I feel like his dick is so pretty

Like it’s cut and the tip is a cute rosy pink. It has a single vein that just runs up the underside.

He either keeps is nice and trimmed or has a small bush, not too much tho cause he’s a manscaper lmfao

He has a lil happy trail that leads from his v-line downwards

It’s not a thick happy trail but it’s visible

He’s a biter

He loves to leave sloppy kisses along your tummy that end in tiny lil bites

It just leaves shivers down your spine

I feel like he loves a good hair tug

you give him the slightest bit of pressure when you tug his locks, ouuu it sets him off

He’s a freak for public sex

Has a list of places he wants to do it. This includes a beach, the movies, while he drives, and on the private plane (which are all going to be smuts soon wink wink lmk which one to do first)

He also has a voyeurism kink,,

Like he loves to fuck your loudly while his friends are over

It’s like he wants all of them to hear you screaming his name

“Mhmm, let ‘em know who’s making you feel this fucking good”

He’s just always so horny

He has to fuck you like five times a day

He wakes up, wants to fuck, before practice, wants to fuck, right before bed, wants to fuck

It’s insane that his skinny lil body has all that stamina

He loves to cuddle afterwards

He keeps a rag/baby wipes by the bed so he can clean you up as fast as possible because he just wants to lay in your arms

He honestly just loves being [half] naked with you

Little to no clothes is his favorite

He loves when you just wear one of his t shirts and your panties

It’s easier to access, just bend you over and fuck you wherever you are

Sex with him is just fun and cute

It gets hot and heavy

But it’s like young love sex

It’s romantic and silly and something you just remember forever

God I’m getting heartbroken cause I can’t fuck him rn!!!!

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melodygatesauthor · 11 months

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Marc Spector - Venom Host Edition - Random Horny Thot #1 - Feral

I blame @guruan for planting the seed that grew these thots. (affectionate blame of course)

NSFW

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Marc comes home, breathing heavy, so much sweat covering his body it's as though he's been swimming. He slams the door, narrowing his eyes. They darken as he charges forward at you. He grabs you, pulling you close and slamming his lips into yours desperately, nearly drawing blood with the force your teeth hit your skin. The kisses are passionate, but also very...hungry.

You can't hear the thing that has corrupted his body, working its way into every cell like a parasite. Venom, it calls itself. 'Hungry,' it keeps saying inside Marc's mind. What it's hungry for, Marc doesn't know yet. It isn't interested in food at the moment, it seems to be only interested in you.

He gets his bearings and steps back away from you, eyes wide and full of terror as he looks you up and down.

"Go! Get away from me!" He yells, seconds before he loses control again.

Black stringy tendrils cage you into his chest, and he starts melting his mouth into you again, but this time you feel something long and wet snaking past your lips. It's like a tongue, but longer, thicker. You gag on it, trying desperately to get free from its grip. This isn't Marc, or at least, it isn't fully Marc.

He can't stop himself from feeling your throat with the new tongue he possesses. It's like he is tasting it, but he can hear the voice in his head tasting you too, commenting on how delicious you are and how it wants more. The creature uses Marc's arms to bring you to the bed, and you writhe in protest.

You shriek, and that pisses the symbiote off. It uses its amorphous body to make a limb that covers your mouth. Marc is hovering over you, black, shiny tendrils sticking out in various areas, and he looks terrifying.

"Marc, we want to taste her..." the creature growls inside of Marc.

"No! No we do not!" He yells back to Venom, but to you he looks insane, like he's yelling at himself.

The creature wastes no more time, it's ripping your sweats from your body like they personally wronged him. It uses its fluid figure to push your knees up by your head, all while keeping your mouth covered. Marc's face is brought, against his will (although he didn't mind), down so he's eye level with your cunt.

"Honey, why are you so fuckin' wet? Are you enjoying-"

"Yes she is enjoying this, lick her, do it!" The voice orders, and Marc listens.

He focuses on your clit, he knows what he's doing, having done it a hundred times before. He circles around the swollen nub, relishing in your delicious arousal over his tastebuds. You moan deeply, arching your back. Normally Marc has to use his fingers to get you to sound like this, but that's when he stops to look down and realizes...Venom's made a phallic shape with its body and is pumping itself into you while Marc makes a meal of your clit.

"Keep going Marc, she likes it, and it tastes good...I'm so hungry..."

"You better not fucking hurt her." Marc says lowly, but continues flicking his tongue over you despite his concerns.

It was right, you do seem to be liking the extra stimulation the symbiote can provide, and you do taste delicious. Marc doesn't know if the symbiote he accidentally adopted from the lab is a sexual being, but it seems keen on making you squirm. It runs two thin tentacle-like arms under your shirt and Marc sees them teasing your nipples.

You start groaning like Marc had never heard you before, body convulsing and trembling. Is his tongue even doing anything for you anymore? Venom seems to have it all under control. Marc stops again, and your eyes shoot him a daring glare.

"Of course she can feel what you're doing, idiot. Keep going, she's squeezing around me...I think she's close." It sounds eager, rough, and like it's excited to feel you come.

Like minds.

When you do come, you're grateful that Venom has your mouth covered, otherwise you'd be explaining something very awkward to your neighbors. It's deep inside of you, hitting your cervix with ease while Marc continues licking your sensitive bundle of nerves. It's too much, you're done coming and they both keep going anyway.

"I like those sounds she's making, what happens if we go faster?"

You're wriggling, trying to break free, feeling the build up inside your core that you can't shake. You're fighting to tell them to move, to explain to them that this isn't what they think it is. It feels like...like you're going to...

The pressure releases, and you see the clear liquid spraying from your body and there's nothing you can do. You're ashamed, but it feels too good to fathom. It's so messy, so wet, and it's everywhere.

"There, that's good." The symbiote says slowly, before Marc is finally given peace.

He's breathing heavily, a heap on the bed, still drenched in sweat, and whatever you'd just covered him in. You're no better, finally able to get the oxygen fully into your lungs, chest heaving while you lay on the bed.

"Baby," Marc says when he's finally able to crawl up to the head of the bed and lay next to you, "are you alright?"

You look at him and nod slowly, "I...I want more."

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