#tw begging

[rinhaler]

you don't have to if you don't want to but PLEASE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT!

Angsty and Smutty Stepdad!Nanami x stepdaughter y/n where they have to sneak around with each other while mom is at work. Y/N wants Nanami all to herself but nanami explains that they can't cause he married her mom. Then BOOM shyly reveals that we may or may not have a boyfriend soon right!? Riiight this send Nanami into a panic that leads to some begging, some angst, sparkle of romance BUT some heated sex.

okay so the reveal wasn't particularly shy 😭 thank you for this!! very very fun hehe 💕

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, stepcest, cheating, manipulation, begging, DDLG esque, daddy!kink, jealousy, vaginal sex, choking, dacryphilia, calls your pussy 'she'.

words: 1.3k

Nanami freezes outside of your bedroom door as he hears voices. You’re on the phone, no, a FaceTime call? He knocks on the door, slowly opening it before you say he’s allowed in. You spin around on your swivel chair to look at him.

“I’m a bit busy, daddy.” you speak, coldly, as you look him up and down like you’re sizing him up. You look over at your laptop when you hear your… friend, laughing. “Do you need something?” you ask him.

“I can’t believe you call your dad, ‘daddy’.” your friend continues to laugh, quietly.

It hasn’t escaped Nanami’s notice that your friend just so happens to be male. And he can’t deny the jealousy he feels. You can see the envy oozing from your step-father. You can practically smell it on him. He clenches his fists, though it isn’t malicious. He approaches your laptop and looks at the screen.

“I’m sorry, she’ll have to call you back, she’s grounded.” your father tells the boy as he hangs up the call and closes the lid of the laptop. You rise to your feet in a huff, snatching the laptop away before he can confiscate it. “What part of grounded wasn’t clear? Give me your laptop and your phone, now.”

“No! I didn’t do anything…” you pout, “You’re just jealous.”

“Jealous? Of what? I have my own electronics, I have nothing to be jealous of.” he tells you, lying with ease. You’re impressed, honestly, unable to believe how seamlessly he managed to fabricate a tale that wasn’t even there. “You can have your stuff back in a week, now—”

“You’re jealous of my boyfriend.”

“Y- boyfriend?!” he yells, a bulging vein forms on his forehead as he looks at you with anger. He’s furious. You’ve never seen him like this before. You can’t quite believe what you’re seeing, he’s always so cool calm and collected. But you’re actually a little scared, right now, he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you though… right? “What have I told—”

“Yeah, I know what you’ve told me ‘n I don’t care!” you shout back, standing up from the bed and getting closer to him. “I wanna be with you, daddy… b-but you’re married t—”

“Yes, I’m married to your mother. But that does not mean you can—”

“’m allowed to date and fuck whoever I want! If you don’t want me, I’ll find someone who does.”

You’re silenced as Nanami covers your mouth and pins you against the nearest wall. His breathing is heavy and his whole body shakes. All you can do is stare into his soft brown eyes as both of your chests heave alternately. You aren’t sure what’s happening.

He isn’t capable of hurting you, that’s what you always thought, anyway.

Though his eyes that you thought were brimming with anger spill tears. Your body relaxes and your eyes widen in astonishment. He’s crying? Why? He can’t be that jealous, surely. Was it something you said?

“You really think I don’t want you?” he asks. He lets go of you, freeing your mouth so that you can speak. “I love you, sweetheart. I- It’s just… God, I love you.”

“But you said—”

“I know what I said. Listen to what I’m saying now.” he interrupts you. He wraps a hand, softly, around your throat. You feel him squeeze the sides of your neck, and you can’t keep your eyes off him. Every ounce of focus is given to him as you wait for him to speak. “I don’t want you fucking anyone but me. I don’t love your mother, I love you. But I shouldn’t feel that way, so it has to be a secret. Do you understand?”

“B-But why can’t we be t-together…” you cry a little, not really getting why you can’t be with the person you love. Of course your mother will be hurt, but you don’t care. You want to be happy, with Nanami, so what is the problem?

“Because I’ve been your daddy since you were a little girl, yeah? So it will look very bad. And I don’t want to hurt your mother. We can be together, but quietly. You know I love you, yeah? Answer me.”

“I k-know you love m-e…” your breath hitches and hiccups as you keep crying. You hate that things will never be how you truly wish them to be. But what can you do? You can’t say no when it comes to him. You can’t resist him.

“Tell me you love me.”

“I love you… daddy.”

“And you want me, yes? You want me to love you properly. Tell me how much. Go on. Beg for daddy.” he continues. Tears flow down your face as you realise you’ll always be powerless to him. He’ll always be able to control you and manipulate you into doing as he pleases. You will never be able to date or love or have a normal relationship because you’re too fixated on him. “C’mon, speak up, sweetheart.”

“Please… please daddy. Need you… need you so bad.” you start, sniffling and shaking beneath his touch as he delicately rubs the tears from your cheeks. “Jus’ need you, daddy… n-nobody else. No one can fuck me like daddy does,” you finish, a small gasp escapes you when you feel Nanami grab your thighs and force you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He kisses you against the wall, and apparently you’ve said the right thing. You’ve begged pathetically enough to earn his favour. And it’s humiliating, but you don’t care. Not when you can feel your daddy’s hard-on grinding against your panty-clad crotch.

You’re soaked. But you were already soaked after he pinned you against the wall. Feeling how dominating he is always riles you up. You forget, sometimes, until you get these little stolen moments.

He carries you to your bed and neither of you can bring yourselves to break the kiss as he unbuttons his trousers. You keep humping against him like a needy little bunny desperate to be bred. Neither of you even see the little damp patch you’ve stained onto his trousers.

You mewl, cutely, as he moves your cotton panties into the crease of your thigh.

“I’m going to fuck your little princess cunt, now, baby.” he whispers against your lips, kissing you sweetly again. “Oh, sweetheart… you’re so cute. So needy, yeah? Always feel better when you get this daddy cock.” he smiles, smothering your lips with his own as he pushes his heavy tip into you.

He devours your moans as he splits your pussy open. Your lips swallow him beautifully as the sticky lewdness of your slick folds reverberates through the room.

His thick length slides in and out of you roughly, and you feel like you’re drowning. His hand finds its way to your neck again. He won’t hurt you, you still think. He loves you after all. But you’ve never felt him like this before. His cock bullying itself as deep as it can possibly go and your braincells feel like they’re detaching from each other.

“T-There she is. My girl.” he speaks, his undoing evidently nigh as he begins to struggle to speak as eloquently as usual. “I know what’s best for my little girl. Don’t I?”

“Y-Yes, daddy…” you squeak out through your restricted airways.

“Didn’t have to flirt w-ith other boys to get my attention,” he continues, his cockhead leaking as he feels himself losing the battle against his self control. “T-This is what you’re made for, sweetheart. And your pussy… I won’t neglect you again. Because she needs- she needs daddy’s milk. No one else can do this. Just m- fuuuuuuuuck. Fuck, fuck.” he pants, emptying his balls into you as he continues thrusting deeper and deeper.

You pant, too, pussy spasming around his length as he hits your sweet spot one too many times.

He collapses on top of you and shows no signs of moving. And you both hum in satisfaction. Proud, though a little ashamed, of what just transpired.

You can’t feel too guilty when you have your daddy like this, though.

He’s mostly yours.

You’re all his.

And for these bittersweet moments, nothing else matters.

© 2023 rinhaler

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[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Under the Influence •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Blame Chris Brown for this...Also...I blacked out when writing this. It was supposed to be 2k words max and ended up at 5.5 words of smut. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your best friend and plug, Itachi, always has the best supply and always shares it with you. His reward? Hotboxing in his car with you which always end up with your knees to your chest and him balls deep.

Warnings: Plug!Itachi, hotboxing, black-coded reader, thick reader-coded, shotgunning, dubcon (high sex), fingering, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstim, choking, nipple play, impact play (pussy slapping), creampie

Word count: 5.5k

Pairing: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!reader

Tags: @linpunny @sailewhoremoon @shockinglysubmissive @violxtbxbyy, @quaranweeb @bakugosbratx @sleepylilsquidbean @inazuman @tokyometronetwork

You pull your jacket closer around your body to ward off the chill of the nighttime air. Looking down at your phone, you checked the time. Where was he? He said that he would be here in  five minutes, ten minutes ago! Just as you were about to say forget it and go back inside, you saw the familiar black Maserati Levnate turn down your road.

The bass from the music playing from the speakers rustles your bones gently as the car’s engine purrs softly as it comes to a slow stop next to you. The darkly tinted window slid down to reveal your best friend, Itachi Uchiha, his dark shades hiding his eyes as he flashed you a smirk.

“Hey, there, pretty girl, you looking to buy?” He asked as he held up a small dime bag between his fingers. 

You pout as you reach for the handle of the car and open the door. “What took you so long, old man?” You tease as you lean over the console and peck his lips playfully in a greeting. You pull away a smile up at him as you rest back into the seat, the comforting scent of his expensive cologne reaching you. “So, what you got today?” You arch your brow at the small dime bag. “And I hope you got more than that.”

Itachi laughs as he tosses his arm over the back of your seat and puts his car in reverse. “Relax, kitty. You know I keep a lid on me.” He uses one hand to turn the wheel slowly as he backs out of the driveway. You live in an area that was too brightly lit for a smoke session. He drives to a more secluded area of a nearby park and stations his car in the shadows.

He flips open his middle console and pulls out his tray. “Take your pick, princess.” Pulling out three different strains of his best selection and a small stack of rolling sheets, Itachi smiles gently down at you. Watching as you bite your plush bottom lip, looking over the three options, he speaks up. “We can do all three if you want?”

Your eyes lit up when he said that. “Really? ‘Tachi, you’re the best!” You grab the rolling paper and a little bit of the weed and crush it into the roll. You struggled a bit with rolling it properly as usual, making Itachi chuckle softly.

Itachi gently takes the paper from you and rolls it up expertly. “Stick out your tongue f’me.” He whispers, his hand caraessing your jaw until you open your mouth for him. Your tongue slips out from between your lips and Itachi uses it to wet the end of the paper, sealing it with your saliva. “Good girl.”

Your cheeks warm at the deep rumble in his chest when he praises you. You shook your head, the beads at the ends of your braids crackling against one another as you try to clear your foggy mind. You hadn’t even taken a hit yet! Why were you feeling floaty from just him calling you a “good girl.”

“These are rather strong. C’mere.” Itachi grabs his lighter and lit the end of the joint, inhaling the fumes deeply. He lets his seat back and reaches for you to pull you into his lap. His hand wraps around the back of your neck and you instinctively lean forward, your lips parted to take in his long exhale. 

Breathing in slowly so that you wouldn’t choke, you could smell just how potent this strain was. It had to be dro or an even more potent level. You let the smoke fill your lungs, breathing in deep. The toxins slowly cloud your mind as you could feel your high slowly build. Holding the smoke in for a minute, you let it out in a soft exhale. The smoke fills the car, trapping the light sweet scent of the weed inside.

“It smells sweet.” You hummed, sitting your full weight down on his lap as you took the joint from between his lips, taking a few puffs of your own. When you didn't choke on it, Itachi smiles warmly up at you as he brushes his fingers through your braids. “Kinda smells like strawberries.” You mumble, smoke wafting from your open lips.

“It's a new strain I came up with. Had Shisui splice strawberries in with it.” His hand cupped the back of your neck as he pulled you in closer so that the smoke from his exhale entered your mouth. Itachi smirks when the whites of your eyes slowly turn red and you start to get more handsy. “Baby girl...” He whispers, lips brushing genely over yours..

You giggle as the weed fills your senses, making you giddy and floaty as you wiggle around on his lap. The joint had gone down to a nub by the time the rotation came back to you “ ‘Tachi, another one. This is really good shit.” You eagerly stuck your tongue out when he requested it and gave the rolling paper a slow lick, coating it with your saliva. You watch with heavy lidded eyes as he rolls up the second joint.

Itachi could feel his cock starting to harden the more you wiggle around on his lap, unintentionally rubbing your clothed cunt over his length. He draws in a deep breath, the sweet scent of the clouds of smoke refilling his lungs as he tries  to calm down. Placing the joint between your lips, he flicks his lighter so that a flame would light the end of it.

His dark eyes watched as you took a few deep puffs, holding the smoke in your lungs before his hands gently wraps around the back of your neck to pull you in close. Itachi parted his lips, so that when you blew out your smoke, it would enter his mouth and down into his lungs as he inhales. “Such a good girl for me.” Itachi’s voice was a low whisper as his eyes dart down to your glossy lips.

Tongue sliding out to wet his lips, Itachi’s hands grab your hips. The gasp that left your sweet little mouth plays in his head on loop as he barely stops himself from smashing his lips against yours. He watches as your throat bobs as you swallow, your dainty hands coming up to rest on his chest as your thighs straddle his hips.

The smell of weed was intoxicating as you took in deep breaths, thick clouds of smoke clouding your vision. “Itachi...” Your voice was hushed as you stare into his red rimmed eyes. Your hand twitches as you feel the muscles of his chest ripple under your touch. Your eyes dart down to watch as his tongue glides over his bottom lip as his hands tighten over your hips. Leaning down, you give into your impulsive thoughts and kiss his lips.

Itachi purrs when he feels your lips on his as his hands tighten around  on your hips. Parting your lips with his tongue, he slides it inside to flirt with yours. He moves you to roll over his cock, grinding your cunt down on the tent in his pants. Swallowing the soft moans that built up in your chest, Itachi bucks upward, thrusting against your soaking core. “Such a naughty girl, rubbing yourself on my dick like a cat in heat.”

A soft whimper leaves you when he breaks away from the kiss to whisper those words to you. Your hands tighten in his shirt as you look at him with teary, redden eyes. You needed him to sate this ache in your belly. Needed him to fuck you stupid like he always does after sharing his stash with you. “Itachi...please...” You rub your cunt against him, panties catching on your clit but not providing enough friction.

“Poor girl...” he taunts, moving his hand to the small of your back to push you flush against his chest. His other hand came up to tilt your chin up so that you were looking directly into his glowing red eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

A whine builds up in your throat. You didn’t want to use your words. You wanted Itachi to just touch you where you needed him to. To quench the fire burning low in your belly. Your head was swimming from the intoxication of the weed and from the lust building as you curl your fingers into the material of his leather jacket. “I...” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue “I want you to touch me. Please? I need it.”

Itachi tilts his head to the side mockingly as he whispers, “You need it?” The hand that was on your back creeps down to the edge of your top and slips his warm fingers under it to trace over the soft skin. A smirk curls at his lips at the soft whine that bubbles up in your chest from his touch. “How badly do you need me?” He chuckles when you pout and lean down to nip at the pale flesh of his neck.

“‘Tachi~” You whimper softly, running the tip of your tongue down the curve of his neck sensually. Your hips grind over his lap as the material of the short skirt you wore rides up your thighs. “Fuck...” You moan out when his erection catches your clothed clit, giving you a delicious friction, but it wasn’t enough. “I need you s’badly. Need to feel your fingers all over my body. Want to have your cock down my throat, your tongue on my pussy. Want you to be balls fucking deep.” 

Your intoxicated words sent a rush of blood straight to Itachi’s cock as he quickly reaches for the lever under his seat to side the chair back as far as it would go. Pushing you down onto the floor, he unbuckles his belt and pops open the button. He watches with heavy lidded eyes as you lean in to capture his zipper between your teeth and tug it down. Itachi pulls out his throbbing cock, the wet tip tapping against your bottom lips. “Go on, kitty. You said you wanted it down that pretty throat of yours.”

Wetting your bottom lip with your tongue, you stare at Itachi’s dick, admiring it for a moment. It was long, thick, and had a single vein that throbs on the underside of it. Wrapping your hand around the girth, you tested the weight of it in your palm. It didn’t matter how many times you had him in your mouth, tasting him on your tongue, Itachi always was heavy on your tongue.

Slipping the wet pink muscle out between your parted lips, you tap it against the swollen tip, flicking it lightly and tasting the pre-cum that drooled from the leaky slit. Feeling Itachi’s hands against your braids, the beads clack softly as he lets the plaits fall between his fingers, you run the tip of your tongue down the long vein on the underside of his dick.

Itachi’s fingers tighten in your braids as he watches your pink muscle gliding down the length of his cock a shudering grunt leaving his throat. “Stop fuckin’ teasin’ me, Kitten.” He purrs, grabbing the base of his length, pressing down on the top of your head to push the thick tip past your lips. He tosses his head back when your warm, wet mouth envelopes his cock, his hips bucking up into it to gently fuck your throat.

You wrapped your hand around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth as you let Itachi have his way with your throat. Guiding you in the rhythm he likes, you hollowed out your cheeks and gave the mushroom tip a hard suck, swirling your tongue along the shaft. You let out a moan from his flavor hitting your tastebuds. Pulling up for air, you stroke his slick cock as you look up at him and speak. “S’good, ‘Tachi. Want to taste you cumming on my tongue.”

A low groan leaves him as he reaches for the reclining lever of the chair, pushing it back before reaching for you. Pulling you back up into his lap, Itachi immediately turns you around so that your legs were straddling his head. Sliding your panties to the side, his red eyes glowed with lust at the sight of your glistening pussy. “I can say the same of you, kitty. Cum on my tongue for me.”

Itachi leans up and licks a long stripe through your slit, gathering as much of your essence as he could on the flat of his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” He moans against your pussy as he pulls at your hips to make you sit on his face as he ate you like a starving man devouring his last meal. Two of his slim fingers press into our entrance, scissoring them to find the soft spongy spot deep inside you. Itachi bucks his hips, the tip of his cock nudging at your lips as he groans, “C’mon, suck my cock while I eat you, pretty baby.”

Your head was fuzzy, from lust or the intoxicating smoke you weren’t sure but when Itachi’s words reached you, you felt your hole clenching around his fingers as his tongue swipes over your clit. Fuck. You part your lips and sucked his length back down your throat, bobbing your head and moaning from the feeling of getting your pussy eaten out. You took as much as you could without gagging down your throat, whimpering a bit.

Stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, you rock your hips back into his tongue and fingers as he fucks you with them. Muffled cries leave your throat when Itachi speeds up his pace, his palm grinding against your swollen clit as his tongue flicks over it. “Fuck, Itachi!” You scream out, his cock popping out of your mouth as you throw your head back.

Itachi didn’t stop. The need to feel you cumming and drenching his face in your cum sparking a fire in his chest. His licks become more desperate as his lips close over your pulsing clit and sucks harshly. He hums in response to each broken sob you let out as you desperately try to keep sucking his cock despite the overstimulation of your cunt.

There was a tightening in your belly as your clit throbs. Even though you couldn’t keep sucking, you wrap your hand around the thick girth and pumped in as you rolled your hips over his mouth. That hot coil winding tighter and tighter as Itachi's relentless tongue and fingers dig out your orgasm. Gathering a pool of saliva on your tongue, you let it drip down to his sensitive cockhead as you pump your hand faster. “M’g’nna cum, baby.”

The speed of his fingers and tongue increases at your warning as obscene squelching noises mixed with your saccharine moans filled the tiny space of his car and his greedy ears. He wants — needs for you to wet his face and let him drink up everything you had to offer. “Give it to me, Kitty, I need it.” Itachi draws out the letters for his name on your clit as he vibrates his tongue.

Your mouth falls open as you give one last jolt. Your walls clench and flutter, spasming around his thrusting fingers. “Oh my fucking god...” Pleasure washes over you as your essence leaves your body to pool in his awaiting mouth. “Itachi...” you moan softly as your chest heaves, your upper body giving out and your cheek falls to rest on his thigh.

His body gives a violent shudder at the sound of his name falling from your lips as he catches every last drop of your release on his greedy tongue. Itachi laps at your heat, licking and drinking everything you have to offer. Subtle, but feral growls vibrate in his chest as his eyes roll back as the taste of your orgasm settles on his taste bud. “One more, princess. I know you got another one in there for me.”

You whine as you try to un-straddle his head, but he locks his arms around your legs, flipping your positions in the seat. Itachi then pushes his hands against the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest and melting between your thighs as his mouth latches back onto your slick cunt. Each overstimulated whine you give only eggs him on even more.

Tears begin to burn at your eyes as the pain of overstim settles on your already throbbing clit. You push at Itachi's head trying to wiggle away when he pulls away and slaps your pussy with the flat of his fingers. A surprised yelp leaves you when he does it again and again, each slap with more force on your clit. “Itachi!” You scream out his name when his fingers press firmly against your sore little clit one more time.

“Don’t run from me again, princess.” Itachi growls before pulling on the thin fabric of your panties, snapping it off your body as he returns to his feast. Your body was shaking by now, quivering with the approach of your orgasm. His tongue slides over your clit once last time before a stream of hot clear liquid pours down on his mouth, which he eagerly drinks up. “There it is. Squirt of my tongue, baby."

Your thighs were trembling as your clit twitches from the over stimulation, “Fuck...” You body feel weightless as you squirt, your hot juices spraying out of you in an almost violent stream, what he didn’t catch soaks the leather material of Itachi’s car. Your chest heaves as you feel his tongue gently swipe your folds, cleaning you up from the sticky mess he made you make.

Itachi watches you with hungry eyes, all fucked out and drooling — a pathetic writhing mess under him and he hasn’t even put it in yet. He loves seeing how your eyes roll back until they were damn near white, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth as your body trembles from the aftershock of your orgasm. His hand rubs your cunt gently as you’re slow to come back down for your high. Itachi knows that he should feel bad for overstimming you, but he doesn’t. He always gets what he wants.

“I know, baby...” He leans up and kisses you, tongue pushing past your lips so that you could taste yourself. Itachi slaps your thigh lightly. “But I’m nowhere near done with you, kitty. Get that pretty ass in the back seat.”

You pant as you slowly come back down for your high, whimpering softly at his words and the slight sting of his hitting our outer thigh. You’ve always known Itachi to be a bit sadistic, always making you cum back to back like this. You were still trembling as you try to regain your focus and steady your breathing. Eyes widening at his words, you say, “Itachi...baby...wait...”

His ears are deaf to your pleas as he picks you up around your waist and tosses you into the back seat after he lets the front seats back up. Spreading your legs as wide as they would go, Itachi strokes his cock, tapping the fat tip against your clit and watches as your jolt a bit from the contact before sliding it down to your entrance that clenches around air. “You can take it. This is my payment for letting you smoke.”

Itachi begins to slowly push inside you and has to pause for a second as his mind grows fuzzy from the feeling of your welcoming pussy surrounding his cock, both sucking him in deeper and trying to push him out. Your hands find purchase on his biceps, nails clawing at his skin. The tip just slips inside, but that was nowhere near enough for him. Your sweet little cunt felt too good.

“Fuck...” You whisper as he slides in deeper, stretching your walls out to accommodate his girth and length, His thumb ghosts over your clit, trying to help you relax more so that he could slide in even easier and causing you to shudder. Your back arches off the leather interior as you draw in a quick intake of breath, eyes rolling back and letting out a breathy moan of his name.

You couldn’t help yourself. Even if you had just cum twice, you were greedy for more. Your mind was too far gone, lost in the painful pleasure. “Oh god...” you moan out, nails digging further into his biceps as he continues to push in even deeper. Your hips move of their own accord, trying to pull him even closer. “More....” you whisper, staring up into his dark red eyes as one hand comes to cup his face in your palm. You want — need more; you need to feel him moving thrusting deep inside you.

His balls tap against the curve of your ass as he finally bottoms out with a drawn out exhale, his eyes locking on the spot the two of you were connected. Itachi withdraws his hips slowly to find his cock shining with your slick. With a feral growl, he snaps his hips back into you, fucking inch after inch into you. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

Your nails drew red crescents into his skin as your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Itachi knew all the right spots to hit as he thrusts hard and deep, his balls slapping against you. “Oh fuck. Oh god.” You watch as he slides in and out a thick ring of cream forming around the base of is dick. Your hands move from his arms to hold your legs open, pushing them even further apart. “Feels so fucking good, ‘Tachi.”

Itachi’s fingers pinch and tug at your nipples, as he picks up the speed of his strokes. The tip kisses your cervix with each deep penetration, making you cry out louder and squeeze down on his dick. "That's it, princess. Clench down for me. Make my cock nice and wet, yeah?" The sounds of your moans and whines mixed in the wet sounds of his cock entering your gushing heat were like music to Itachi’s ears. And it made him greedy for more. 

You could only stare up at Itachi as he fucks into your sloppy pussy, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. The burning hot coil in your belly intensified as your moans became even louder, forcing Itachi to cover your mouth with his lips, swallowing and muffling your screams with his tongue. The windows fog up as the smell of sex mixes with the scent of weed, the car rocking gently from the force he was fucking you with.

Breaking away from his lips, you plead with him. “W’nna cum! Please, baby. Make me cum.” Your voice was a high pitch keen as Itachi thrusts in and out of your aching pussy, giving fast deep strokes. You could feel that thread pulling tighter and tighter but each time it was going to snap, Itachi would slow down, grinning down at you sadistically as he edges you. “Itachi, please, lemme cum on your cock baby. Let me make it so wet f’you.”

Itachi almost came right then and there from your dirty talk. Fuck, you were so sexy. Letting him go balls deep in your pretty little pussy like this. He places his hand on your belly, right below your navel and presses down on it. “Feel that. That’s where I am, right?” He purrs, watching your writhe under him. “”Go ahead, cum. Soak my cock in your cum, baby. Make it nice and wet f’me.”

When he presses down on the spot where you could feel him the deepest at, your pussy clenches tightly as your walls begin to spasm. Your clit twitches as your thighs tremble. “Oh fuck, m’g’nna...g’nna. Cumming!!” Your release leaves you in a gush of creamy liquid that creates a thick ring around Itachi’s dick, streaking down the length as he never stopped his thrusting. His thumb comes to circle your sensitive clit, wanting to extend your orgasm for as long as he could.

“Good fucking girl. Just look at the mess you made on my cock. Creaming it and making it so wet.” He watches as your chest heaves, trying to bring air into your lungs. Itachi pauses in his thrusting to give you a second to regain your composure. When you look up at him with those big, wet eyes, Itachi lets out a groan, sliding his cock out and pulling you up. He quickly turns you around so that your chest is pressing against the seat as he lifts your hips up. Leaning over you, he growls, “Don’t run from me, kitty.”

You knew that you would pull away from him in this position, you always do. “Itachi...” you whine, feeling him rub his tip along your soaked slit. “Baby, you know I can’t...” Your words end off in a choked moan as he gathers your braids in one hand, the other on your hip as he snaps his hips forward and sheathes his cock in your heat. Your back arches deeply for him as you reach behind you and place your hand against his chest.

“Too much, baby. Too deep.” You scream as Itachi gives you long, deep strokes that you could feel deep in your guts as he stirs them up. You cry out when he grabs your arms and locks one of his through them while the other wraps around your neck, pulling you back even faster on his cock. 

Itachi grunts as your pussy clenches down tightly on his, trying to milk his cock for his cum. “You take this dick like a good fucking girl.” He whispers in your ear, squeezing your neck gently as his teeth nip at your earlobe. The lewd wet sound of your ass meeting his pelvis filled the car as it rocks gently from the force of each of his thrusts. He relishes in the loud moans that fell from your lips as your pussy gushes around his cock in the most erotic of sights.

You could feel him rubbing your walls in all the right ways as his fat tip presses snuggly against your cervix each time he enters your weeping hole. “ ‘T-tachi...” You babbled out, your nails digging in the palms of your hands as your hands ball up tightly. You could feel your high approaching quickly, too quickly. Trying to press your hands back against his abdomen to slow down the ferocity of his pounding, you cry out. “Baby, m’g’nna cum again if you don’t slow down!”

High off the suns of your screams, Itachi’s hand leaves your neck to smack your jiggling ass as he speeds up even more. “Go ahead and cum for me again. You got plenty in you, right? Give me another one, pretty one.” Sweat glistens on his skin as he pulls another blunt between his lips and lights it up, inhaling the smoke deep into his lungs. Grabbing you by your braids again, he gently tugs on them until your back meets his chest. His hand moves to cup your jaw and turns your head so that you were facing him. 

Itachi blew the smoke that was in his lungs out to fan out over your face as he fucks into you. He could feel you clenching and quivering around his length and a sadistic smirk crawls onto his lips. “Gonna cum for me? This is what? Number four for you and I haven’t even come yet.” Itachi shook his head as the hand that was cupping your jaw slid down the front of your body to circle your cute twitcthing little clit.

He continues his quick snaps of his hips, heavy balls slapping against your flesh as his fingers work your clit. All the stimulation was too much for you as you feel your walls convulsing around his cock and you toss your head back. You came hard, creaming and squirting as your chest heaves. “Itachi...no...” You swallow, pussy fluttering - twitching from overstim. “No, more. I can’t...”

That sadistic smile never leaves his lips as Itachi lets go out your arms, watching as your chest falls to meet the leather interior of the back seat. Taking another drag from the joint, he lets out an exhale that fills the car with more of the intoxicatingly sweet smoke. Stamping out the lit end on the tray, he pulls you up by your arm and into his lap, your back to his chest.. “Yes, you can, kitten.  Just one more f’me. Then I’ll breed this sweet little cunt like I always do. Such a good girl you are, kitty.”

You whimper out when he lifts your hip easily, tapping the tip of his cock against your entrance. His words were like silk to you - soft and velvety as they caress your ears. His praise warms your skin as he slowly brings you back down to sit on his cock. You rock your hips, grinding against him as you take in inch by delicious inch. “Oh fuck...baby...” you whined out as he stretches your sore walls out once more. Fingers slips past your lips to press down on your tongue as his other hand grabs the fat of your hips and fucks up into with slow, deep thrusts.

“Good girl.” Itachi purrs as he feels you immediately suck on his fingers as he bottoms out with a low grunt. “Such a tight little pussy no matter how many times I fuck it to the shape of my cock.” He could feel his high approaching as he bounces you over his dick faster, his hips meeting yours as his balls slaps against your cunt. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re gonna milk me so fucking good.” He took his fingers from your mouth, trailing the strings of saliva that clung to them down your belly to your swollen clit. 

Wrapping his free hand around your throat, Itachi locks you in place when your jolt and try to squirm away from his deft fingers on your clit. His mouth finds your pulse point and his lips close over it to suck a his marks into your flesh. “Gotta cum f’me, pretty. Only then will I fill this sloppy pussy up to the brim with my cum.”

You let out a loud whimper of his name as he fucks up into harder, faster as your arm come up to wrap arons him from behind you. “Fuck, Itachi! ‘S too much.” Your eyes waters as he tightens his hand around your throat as you could feel him swell inside you and you knew that he was close. Turning your head so that your lips were to his ear, you moan out sensually. “Daddy~ Fill me up, please? Wanna cum together with you.”

The name triggers something in Itachi as his hips stutter, cock twitching as his fingerrs work over your clit to bring your to your oragsmic hih once more for him. You knew what you were doing — calling him that name. “Cum with daddy, princess.” Itachi thrusts into oncem twice, three more times before he came, spraying your insides white with his sticky seed. He groans when your own release hits you as you squirt hard, the hot liquid drenching his fingers and pools underneath you in his lap. “That’s my girl.”

Your breathing comes out in quick pants as Itachi slowly brings you back down from your high, kissing your shoulder gently and rubbing his hands over your breasts soothingly. His hips rocks gently into yours, the mixture of his and your cum spilling down his softening cock. “Fuck...I love smoking with you, Itachi.

“You love smoking with me or me fucking you as payment.” He chuckles as he lifts you off his length, hissing slightly at the movement. Pulling his pants back up and tucking himself back into his boxers, Itachi places you on his lap and titls ur head up with his index finger. “So, when are you gonna drop the act and be mine, kitty?” 

A small giggle leaves you as you lean in closer, your lips brushing over his. “Buy me some new panties to replce the one you ripped off of me and I’m yours, old man.” you let out a small shriek when he slaps your ass in retaliation. “Ow!”

“I take it back.” He laughs as he helps you to the front passenger seat of his car. Before he slips back into the driver’s side.  “I’m not asking you anymore. You’re mine.” Starting to car back up and rolling down the windows to let the trapped smoke finally escape with the heavy scent of sex, Itachi turns on the radio and laughs at the song that starts playing through the speakers.

Baby, you can

Ride it, ooh, yeah

Bring it over to my place

And you be like

"Baby, who cares?"

But I know you care

Bring it over to my place

“You coming to my place?” Itachi teases even as he pulls back out to the road, knowing that he was bringing you back to his apartment for another round.

#nymphomanic♡ #itachi smut #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x you #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha smut #uchiha smut #naruto smut #uchiha itachi smut #uchiha itachi x you #uchiha itachi x reader #black writblr #blackblr #black reader #tw smoking #tw spit #tw choking #tw biting #tw begging

[serickswrites]

Sorry I've Been Gone

I thought I would catch up, but the holidays this year were extra, extra busy. (On the plus side, most of my house is super clean). I'm trying to get back into the writing groove, so please bear with me.

And for my tardiness on Whumpcember, please enjoy a seven prompt spree!

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, video recording, forced to watch, begging, crying, knife, stabbing, stab wound, blood, wounds, bleeding out, collapse, unconsciousness, hospital, bedside vigil

Caretaker struggled uselessly in the chair Whumper had chained them to. They had been struggling for hours, but to no avail. They couldn't escape the chains. They could only watch the screen in front of them and the horrors that befell Whumpee.

When Whumper had first wheeled the TV in front of Caretaker, they were confused. They weren't sure what Whumper was up to, but they knew it couldn't be good. Whumper said nothing, but flicked the TV on and left the room.

Static crackled on the speakers and the screen was blank. As far as torture went, Caretaker was relieved. They could deal with this. This wasn't painful. And if this is what Whumper had in mind, they knew Whumpee would be ok in whatever room Whumper put them in. Caretaker felt some relief for the first time since they had been separated from Whumpee.

Just as Caretaker relaxed, no longer struggling in their chains, a blood curdling scream blared from the speakers as the screen came to life. Caretaker's mouth went dry. Whumpee. Whumpee was screaming.

"PLEASE!" They begged someone off screen. Caretaker knew it had to be Whumper. Knew that Whumper had to have sliced Whumpee's arm open. Knew that Whumper had drawn blood and enjoyed watching Whumpee beg and cry.

"PLEASE!" Whumpee shrieked as a figure lunged from off screen. Blood sprayed from a wound in Whumpee's thigh. "Please," they sobbed, "I'll do anything. Anything, please. Just stop."

Caretaker continued to try and break free from their chains. They uselessly tugged on the cuffs, trying desperately to break free and get to Whumpee.

Tears trailed down Whumpee's tears as they sobbed. Whumper had cut them a few more times. Whumpee begged and pleaded, but Whumper never stopped. Never spoke even.

"Caretaker," Whumpee croaked.

Caretaker froze. They looked around. Was there a camera on them?

"Caretaker," Whumpee said again, "close your eyes. Don't watch. Don't look at this part. Please. Don't look, Caretaker."

"I want them to see your suffering, Whumpee," Whumper hissed, breaking their silence at long last. "Caretaker, keep your eyes on the screen, or I'll slit their throat and be done with it."

"NO!" Caretaker roared, unsure how Whumper could see or hear them. They wouldn't risk Whumpee.

Whumper smiled wickedly. "Very good." And they stabbed Whumpee in the abdomen and pulled the knife up.

Blood poured from the wound and Whumpee sagged forward in their chains. "C-C-Caretaker," they whispered as their eyes drooped closed.

"NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T. I DIDN'T LOOK AWAY! WHUMPER!" Caretaker roared looking for a way to free themself.

Whumper stared at Whumpee. "They're not dead yet, Caretaker. You still have time. If you hurry." The screen went black and the cuffs clicked open.

Caretaker stumbled out of the chair, collapsing to their knees before they righted themself. "Hold on, hold on, hold on," they chanted as they ran, searching each room they passed for Whumpee.

Caretaker almost missed the door that Whumpee was behind in their haste. But they found it. "Whumpee!" Caretaker shouted as they hurried to Whumpee's side.

Whumpee was coated in blood and completely still. "Please, Whumpee. No. I'm sorry. Please," Caretaker sobbed as they checked for Whumpee's pulse. Caretaker gave a cry of relief as they felt the faint, thready pulse that told them Whumpee was still alive.

"Hold on, I've got you. Hold on." Caretaker grabbed the key to the cuffs from the wall and quickly freed Whumpee. "Hold on. I've got you, Whumpee. Hold on."

Caretaker wasn't sure how long they ran for with Whumpee in their arms. They weren't sure how long it took them to find help. All they knew was that the world grew hazy as voices surrounded them. And then blessed oblivion swallowed them.

When Caretaker came to, they were in a hospital bed next to Whumpee's. Whumpee was still alive. They were both still alive. Caretaker sobbed with relief. Whumpee didn't stir as Caretaker sat up. "Whumpee," Caretaker whispered urgently.

Only the hissing and whirring of machines answered Caretaker.

"Please, Whumpee. You have to wake up. Please. For me." Caretaker said as they slowly eased themself into a chair at Whumpee's bedside. They took one of Whumpee's icy cold hands in theirs. "Please. I have you. Wake up, Whumpee. I've got you."

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[whump-about-it]

It Will Hurt Like Hell

@febuwhump Day 3: “Bite down on this.”

CW: cave in, begging, description of injuries, field surgery, implied amputation

Medic ran their hand through their hair as they took in the nightmare in front of them. The whole team had known there was a risk of cave ins in these old mines, but none of them ever expected it to actually happen. That sort of never actually happened. Right?

Medic let out a groan at their collective stupidity. The injuries were numerous. Even Medic was sporting a gash on their head that was leaving their ears fuzzy. But they didn’t have time for that now. Not to be injured. Not to be angry. Right now they had work to do.

Most of the injuries didn't seem life threatening. Lots of nasty cuts and bruises. One or two broken bones. Team Leader had also been hit on the head and it was already clear they were nursing a bad concussion. For the most part, all of the injuries were things the rest of the team could help each other muddle through. All except Whumpee that is.

Whumpee had been standing right under the support when it had given out. By some miracle, the broken beam had protected their head from any of the proceeding rockfall. Unfortunately however, most of the larger boulders had instead landed on their arm, leaving them pinned to the ground and screaming in pain.

"Doc! Help me! Please Doc. Oh my God, it hurts! It hurts so much!"

Medic knelt down next to Whumpee and shoo'd a team member away who was trying to move some of the rocks off. It only took a cursory glance to know Whumpee's arm couldn't be saved. It was completely crushed under massive rock debris all the way up passed the elbow. The bones would be pulp underneath it, and Whumpee was bleeding profusely.

Medic continued to tune out Whumpee's cries and began to pull off their backpack. They took out their medical kit and proceeded to tie a tourniquet around their arm.

"Okay Whumpee, I know it hurts. We're going to get it taken care of in a moment. I need you to take some deep breathes for me and drink this, as much as you can swallow."

Whumpee nodded and swallowed the last of their screams before taking some deep breathes and letting Medic tip the contents of their flask into their mouth. A few seconds later Whumpee was coughing, the agonizing pain of their arm seemingly forgotten for the moment.

"God Doc! Tequila?"

"Gin. And it's all I've got for painkillers right now. Do you want more?"

After a pause Whumpee nodded and Medic gave them another large swallow. While Whumpee was coughing again Medic sat up and and removed their belt.

"At least buy me dinner first."

"Glad to know the gin is working. Now, bite down on this."

Medic folded their belt in half twice and held it in front of Whumpee, who's eyes grew wide.

"W-why?"

"Whumpee I need you to do it quickly. You're loosing blood fast and I'd rather not wait until you go into shock."

Whumpee's face drained of what was left of it's color as they realized what was about to happen.

"Doc... Medic, please. Please don't do this. Please don't cut off my arm. You can save it. I know you can. You're a good doctor. Please don't take my arm."

Medic sighed and leaned close to Whumpee.

“Whumpee. I understand this is hard for you, and I won’t expect you to take this well. But you are loosing a lot of blood, and you’re going into shock. I’m a good doctor, but not a miracle worker. I can’t save your arm. We’re going to have to take it off eventually. And I’d rather it be when you’re properly sedated too, but there is no way we are going to be do that. Some of these boulders are too big to move even with all of us trying. Now, I'm about to do surgery on you with only alcohol as an anesthetic. It's going to hurt like hell, and you're going to bite something, unless you want it to be your tongue, bite down on this."

Whumpee looked at Medic with large eyes that were slowly glazing over. They appeared to falter a bit as though their conscious was wavering, but after a few seconds they leaned their head forward and bit down on the belt.

"Thank you." Medic whispered. "I promise I'll make this as quick as possible."

#whump #febuwhumpday3 #bite down on this #whump drabble #whumblr #whumpee #enviornmental whump #tw begging #tw amputation #field surgery

[fuwushiguro]

It's The Way You Wear Your Emotions On Both Of Your Sleeves

Chifuyu Matsuno x milf!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: I have a silky/lace pink vest n it makes my boobs look cool so I was inspired to write this <3333 Warnings: 18+, milf!reader, chubby!reader, love-making ♡, pining, body worship, appearance insecurity, fingering, praise, vaginal penetration, possessiveness, begging, soft dom!fuyu, mommy!kink, use of 'mommy' once, age gap. Words: 2.4k

This was bound to happen. You can’t deny otherwise. He hasn’t been subtle with the way he’s been looking at you; he knows you’ve noticed. Maybe it’s because you sympathise. In some regard, it’s basically your fault.

Chifuyu Matsuno has always had a penchant for big breasts.

When he heard you were pregnant, he knew this was a possibility. But he never thought you’d turn into his dream woman. And you’re even more perfect after giving birth.

How was he meant to control himself?

Seeing the clothes you walk around in. Little vests to give your baby easy access to their much-needed milk. For him, it’s the way you don’t wear a bra. The vests you wear are pre-pregnancy clothes. Much too tight for your large chest, these days. He admires the way your flesh bulges because of your tight clothes.

That’s what brought him here.

What was meant to be a simple question turned into him making himself at home in your bed. And he did knock. It’s not his fault you were so sleepy after feeding your baby. It’s not his fault your skimpy little vests couldn’t conceal your modesty.

He salivated at the way your supple skin was spilling so sensually over the tiny pink lace you were wearing. It was too good to be true, he thought. You, lying perfectly like this, splayed out so beautifully for him.

Surely there’s a catch.

“Mm, Fuyu,” he’ll replay that melody on constant loop in his mind. You’re so sensitive, but he’s not surprised. Your baby has a few teeth, now. You must be so sore, and his touches are so gentle. Have you forgotten how it feels to be touched so delicately?

“Perfect,” he mumbles against your lips, not quite kissing you, “so lovely and perfect.”

He takes things further, making his intent clear. Your lips connect, slotting perfect against one another. Until you pull away; the desperation to gasp in surprise was too overwhelming. His hand cradles the back of your neck, bringing your lips back to his once more. Your eyes close instantly and only open again when you feel his lips curve against yours.

What’s so funny?

His eyes are still closed, but he can’t stop smiling as he tries to focus on making out with you.

“Fuyu… why are you smiling?” you wonder. You moan softly as his lips travel to kiss your earlobe, nibbling slightly before leaving sloppy, romantic kisses on your neck.

“Jus’ wanted you for so long.” he whispers. His hand carefully guides your face to look him in the eyes. He stares into them for an uncomfortable amount of time, and still, you can’t help but feel complete and utter calm.

You aren’t sure why, but part of you is fighting back tears.

Except that’s a lie.

You know exactly why you’re close to weeping in front of Chifuyu.

Never in a million years did you think anyone would find you attractive anymore. You’re a mother. A recently divorced woman, to boot. And you look so tired all of the time since you had the baby. You throw on anything that you can find, not caring in the least about your appearance.

But here’s Chifuyu, making a move on you, unable to mask his want for you. It doesn’t harm your ego either that you’re probably older than other girls he could be interested in. All of those pretty young things and he’s most interested in you.

You let him guide you down onto the bed, your back flat against the mattress. You were ready to turn in for the night, not expecting to see anyone for the rest of the day. Hence the ill-fitting shorts and vest you were wearing as he walked into your bedroom.

He rolls up your vest just enough to expose your stomach. The primal grunt that evades him when he looks down at your body makes you acutely aware of how drenched you are.

Pathetic, really.

Dripping wet shorts from a little making out, like you’re some kind of teenager.

He kisses the soft skin under your belly button, your skin flowing between his fingers as he takes a firm hold of your hips.

It’s unbelievable.

How loud the sound of small, chaste pecks on your tummy are deafening. You can’t hear anything else in the room. And then it hits you like a rock through a glass window.

He’s kissing your stretch marks.

And now, you can’t help but sob. Something you hate so much about your body is being worshipped by Chifuyu. Every single inch of your body is so dreamy, to him. And now, having your body beneath him and under his touch; he thinks he might love you.

But the minute he notices you’re crying, his lips return to yours as he strokes your sodden cheeks with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” he wonders, eyes piercing yours once again.

“I— I’m just… thank you. T-Thank you.” you nod in response, smiling through emotional tears as you search for another kiss, he’s all too happy to return.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he tells you, the most confident sentence he thinks he’s ever spoken.

“Tch, yeah.” you scoff, wiping your eyes to clear the watery blur impairing your vision. “Am I a ‘milf’? Just something to check off your kink list?” you ask him, sincerely. If he says yes, you can already feel your heart sinking at the thought of it.

You yelp as you feel him wrap his arms around your thighs, pulling you further down the bed. His fingers hook into your shorts, removing them slowly so that he can truly admire the sight of your drippy cunt.

And he’s practically salivating when you immediately open your legs for him.

“Always wanted you,” he confesses, “Never thought I’d have a chance.”

“Why?”

He lies on his stomach, hoisting your legs over his shoulders so that he can bury his face in your soaking heat. His tongue lashes over your clit a few times before he slowly plunges a finger inside of your dripping walls.

“O-Oh, fuck… f-fuck, Chifuyu…” you struggle to speak, you feel so much adrenaline charging through your body as he pleasures you. It’s fear, almost. Worrying if someone else might come in unannounced and catch you like this.

“Don’t give a fuck if you’re a lil older than me,” he informs you, focussing solely on pushing another finger into you and curling them deep inside. “I like women, not girls. I like you, no one else.”

Hearing such sweet, dedication to you and nobody else is giving you butterflies. You feel them fluttering in your stomach where he’s pressing down with his other hand. It’s all going to your head, you want more.

“W-What else?” you mutter quietly, a little ashamed to be requesting to know more so egotistically. “What else do you like? A-About me?” you hesitate but it doesn’t stop you from being so bold.

His fingering doesn’t cease, but it slows as he kisses your lips again, his tongue searching for yours and you once again can’t help but moan into it.

“I like… what a good kisser you are.” he admits, kissing you again, trailing down your neck and to the valley of your breasts. He cups one, laving his tongue over your hardened nipples and finishing with a dramatic pop. “I love your pretty tits, feel so good ‘n soft. So big, jus’ perfect perfect tits.” he continues. Soon enough, your legs are over his shoulders again. He pulls back the hood of your clit and licks tight circles over and around it. “’n I love how sweet you are.”

The confidence that had been rushing to your head is now praise rushing to your core. He looks up, staring at your expression as he realises how close you are to unfurling. He didn’t think you could look any prettier than you do on a day-to-day basis. But now he’s seeing your gorgeously sweet ‘O’ face, he thinks you should be in an art gallery.

“God, ‘m cumming, f-fuck, Chifuyu!” you gasp, shaky hands searching for anything to grip onto as the walls close in on you. You want to scream, fuck you’d love to scream. But you can’t. You can’t wake the baby.

Chifuyu’s free hand searches for one of yours, fingers interlocking as you can’t help how gushy you are. And he doesn’t mind one bit, never tasted someone as sweet as you before.

“Kiss me, please,” you beg, eyes watery and desperate. How could he decline such a beautiful offer.

Soon he’s climbing above you and caging you beneath him. You wrap your arms around his neck, struggling with the fact you need him closer.

Closer.

But he’s as close as he can possibly be.

You wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get even closer, and he can’t help but smirk. He kisses your cheek, and your neck as he grinds his clothes crotched against your bare pussy.

“Wanna fuck you so bad…” he mumbles.

“P-Please,” you request, “Want you in me…”

“Yeah?” he growls, kissing your neck again. “Are you sure?”

“Please.”

If your begging didn’t confirm it, your eyes certainly did. So watery and desperate. He’s never been as turned on in his life as he is right now. He’s standing on his knees, undoing his belt buckle, practically salivating as he looks down at you.

You look s’cute. Wriggling and so eager to be touched.

To be filled.

He distracts you with a kiss as he removes his cock from it’s confines, pumping it a few times. You can hear little grunts of pleasure stuck in his throat and he pleases himself but kisses you at the same time. But he can’t hold them in much longer. Not when he’s pushing inside you inch by agonising inch. So slowly, so fucking slowly. He moans boisterously when he watches how you throw your head back into your plush pillows.

The further inside of you he gets the surer he is that this perfect pussy is made for him and him only.

You bite your lip as he slowly rocks his hips inside of your velvety walls. He pushes one of your knees into your chest.

Your beautiful chest.

His fingers sink into the silken skin of your plump thighs. The flesh so malleable and supple betwixt his fingers.

“You’re so perfect, so lovely to touch.” he explains, unsure if it sounded condescending after the words already came out. But he means it, he does. Lovely is the perfect word to describe how it feels to touch you.

So soft.

So gentle.

So real.

So human.

“You feel s-so lovely, too, C-Chifuyu,” you struggle to convey your thought clearly but you pray you made enough sense for him to understand. You can barely remember your own name with the way Chifuyu’s heavy cock-head keeps stimulating your sweet spot.

“This pretty pussy of yours, s-she’s so tight, gettin’ tighter t-too.” he giggles, lips search for your exposed breasts. It’s so embarrassing, the way he didn’t strip you of your vest. Your tits just peering out of places they shouldn’t be. But he thinks you look beautiful like this.

Just perfect.

He’ll never get tired of saying or thinking that you’re sheer perfection.

“’Cause I’m gonna c-cum, Fuyu, ‘m so close.” you whine, eyes screwing shut. Your lower lip is red raw from biting it, if you chew any harder you might draw blood.

“Cum with me, m-mommy,” he commands. He continues suckling on your tits as you feel him flood your insides.

And you aren’t far behind. Your heart rate is through the roof and you can barely believe he made you cum twice in such quick succession.

You cum together, moan together, come down together.

He collapses on top of you as you kiss, taking a tender moment together to settle down and understand what you’ve just done.

He rolls off of you, you share a glance before you both start to giggle.

“D-Did that really just happen?” he asks, smiling.

“Did you just call me ‘mommy’, Chifuyu?” you question him, a slight teasing tone to your words.

“U-Uh, yeah, I t-think I did. Sorry.” he apologises awkwardly.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “I didn’t hate it.”

You spend a little while talking before you both drift off to sleep. The two of you fell asleep cuddling. You became the small spoon and then somehow you woke up to find Chifuyu asleep with his head on your chest. The little giggle you emitted forced him awake, though. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and climbs off the bed.

You take the opportunity to fix your top so that your breasts are covered again. He quickly gets dressed, and you watch as he does so.

“I’ll show you out.” you tell him.

“Thanks.”

He gives you a weak smile as he heads out the front door. You feel deflated now that you’re alone. Of course, your little girl is upstairs sleeping soundly, but it’s still odd to be alone now after feeling such intense and loving feelings from Chifuyu.

He’s a nice boy, you’ve always thought so. Since he and his family moved in across the street, your households have been such good friends. You find yourself in the front room with a glass of wine. You light the logs in the fireplace, sitting on the couch to truly gather your thoughts.

A photograph on the wall grabs your attention. Your family and Chifuyu’s family all in one big picture. He’s so full of smiles, so happy. And then you turn your attention to the fireplace to see your favourite photo in the whole world.

Your eldest child holding the new baby. It makes your heart flutter. They look so sweet, so happy. But now you’re starting to panic. Chifuyu wouldn’t blab, would he? He wasn’t just saying all of those nice things to get you into bed and brag about it, was he?

Oh God.

You pull out your phone, unable to stop your fingers as you try and compose a text. What should you say? What can you say? Is it even a good idea? A text is more evidence to be used against you.

You: Chifuyu… please… please don’t tell anyone

Chifuyu: I won’t. Promise.

You: My son, he can’t find out.

Chifuyu: Don’t worry. I won’t tell Baji.

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[cupcakes-and-pain]

Whump Dialogue Prompts

A begging caretaker >:)

To Whumper:

“Please, they’re so young!”

“No! No, come on, make a deal with me. Anything but that, don’t do that, please!”

“Take me instead!”

“Just reconsider! If you do this, you can’t go back! Please, just think about it!”

“I’ll do anything, I swear.”

“I’m sorry! Hurt me, it was my mistake! Leave them out of this.”

“Please, I can’t let something happen to them. Not again.”

To Whumpee:

“You need to sleep! Please!”

“Come on, just one bite?”

“Please don’t be mad…”

“Whumpee, please, you have to believe me!”

“Just let me help you.”

“Please, I promise I’ll be better. Don’t do this, Whumpee.”

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[purple-heart-x]

A Trade- Chapter 12

Hello everyone! Long time no write! It’s a bit of a short chapter, but I really wanted to give poor Spite some comfort. :) Feel free to let me know what you’d like to see next! :D (seriously, i thrive on interaction or just random comments if you have any)

I’ll try and continue writing this coming week!!

-Joy

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Almost an hour later, the villain's eyes opened once more, immediately going wide and frightened when they landed on Aki and Isaac. Isaac stood first. "Hey, buddy... It's okay." When he received a terrified whimper, he just nodded and hushed the boy on the bed. "Shhh, I know. You can be scared if you want, that's alright. But I really need you to drink something. If not water, can you drink some juice?" he asked, holding up a bottle. Spite whimpered, back aching as he looked at the bottle. It looked closed- sealed. Shakily, he managed a nod. "Good, good. Here," he said as the bottle's seal cracked loudly open, "I'm going to hold it up for you. Drink as much as you'd like." Spite shivered leaning in for a tiny sip before cringing back. When no attack came, he hesitantly unfroze, squirming forward again to drink, eagerly now. Desperate, even. Who knew if they'd be kind enough to give him mercy again? Before he knew it, he'd drank the entire bottle. "Good. Good. You're okay now." He didn't dare meet the hero's eyes. Just nodded, keeping his head down. "'M sorry... Please don't hurt me," he wept. "No, no. We won't. We're here to help." He didn't believe it for a second, just shivered and nodded. Better to play along until they told him what they really wanted. "Are you cold? In pain? Hungry?" That was the other one. Yoru. "We want to help you feel better." He had to be joking. Everything hurt. Yes he was cold. And on fire at the same time, still, burning deep in his skin, in his spine. He shook his head instead. "I'm sorry," he mumbled again. "That's alright. You can get as much rest as you need. We'll be here to help you, okay? We won't interrupt except to check the wounds and make sure they don't get infected." "Y-Yes, I- I will. Please... D-Don't bring me back." his voice felt rusty, out of use. Something landed over him and he jumped. "Blanket," Crimson said gently. "You're not going back there. I promise, we're not here to hurt you." Spite shuddered, accidentally tugging on the restraints in an attempt to hug himself tighter. He only realized they'd noticed when he heard a faint zrrrrp sound and a flash of pressure on his wrist. Yoru was looking at him, holding the restraints. "We had to use these to keep you from thrashing and hurting yourself. Now that you're more lucid, we don't have to use them anymore. Right?" He nodded hastily. "R-Right, I- I promise, I'll be good, I w-won't do it again," he sniffled. He didn't understand why Yoru was looking at him with a touch of sadness in his eyes. "That's not what I meant, Spite." The villain didn't have time to reflect on what he meant. "Are you comfortable in this position? Do you want help to shift?" Spite shook his head again. It didn't hurt too bad now. He didn't want it to start again. "Um, c-can I please sleep? I promise I'll s-stay still..." Aki hesitated. "Here, hold still for a minute?" Gently, carefully, he laid the back of his hand on the villain's forehead. Letting out a hum, he nodded. "Better than before. Yes, you can sleep. Sleep as long as you'd like, Spite." Spite tried to thank him, leaning into the touch. Really, he did. But halfway through the words his eyes dulled and slipped closed, arms going limp as they pulled the blankets tight around him like a shield.

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[raiha-storm65557]

Prompt #30

Tw// cheating, (very) implied injurie, violence, begging,

“Please! I’ll do anything.” Hero begged and cried on their knees, holding onto Villains ankle for dear life. She looked down at the pathetic form by her feet in disgust. Hero deserved this, they brought this upon themselves, cheating on their spouse was a mistake and they knew it. They knew it was wrong and still did it, even going as far as defending it when confronted about it. She warned them that Civilian would find out sooner or later but no, no one listens to the ‘filth of the city’. “I don’t want to die, Villain! I’ll join you if that’s what you want j-just-“, Villain interrupted them with a swift kick to the jaw using their other leg. Hero finally let go of Villain in order to catch themselves from falling face first into the sidewalk. Now the dirtbag was shaking and crying even more, could this get any more pitiful? “Look Hero, in your own words ‘people who do bad things need to be punished’ and you…” Villain pointed directly at Hero, “…you had an affair. This is your punishment decided by the person you have hurt.” Villain couldn’t shake this horrible feeling; she despises Hero but seeing them like this was unsettling. Villain always noticed how their eyes were always empty when thanking other, when smiling for the cameras, even when they proposed to Civilian, they were empty. But now those same eyes were looking at Villain with such desperation. This might be the first time she has seen genuine emotions on her nemesis’s face. And to think someone as that little Civilian made it happen…

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[inkwell-and-dagger]

[Amputation]

A/N: trying a new style- just some minor changes :3

CW:!!!!!!!! blood, begging, restraints, amputation with hand saw (no anesthesia, sedation etc etc), broken bones using a hammer, violence, potential gore. view with caution yippee!!

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Rayan had never expected the torture to go so far.

Sure, he could endure the constant violence from his captors and the pain that follows. He can endure being driven to an inch of his life — if that could even be said, considering he's immortal — and then be left on the floor until his wounds regenerate and heal. But this? This was a little too far, in his opinion. But obviously, his opinion didn't matter.

Staring up at a hand saw in Madir's latex gloved hand, restrained to the point that he was beginning to lose circulation in parts of his body, bound to what one could only assume was a table — he realized they finally knew they had to restrain him better — Rayan could only muster up a little whimper. It sickened him to his very core how clean the saw looked, how it gleamed and glistened in the light above his head.

"Enjoying the view?" Madir commented with a snicker, causing Rayan's gaze to snap to the latter's smug expression.

"What the fuck is this-?" He spat, thankful for the fact that his voice did not tremble. Madir responded at first with only a chuckle, before the edge of the hand saw came right down on Rayan's wrist — only hovering above the skin.

"I think you know."

...That was when the pain started. Pulsing, rhythmic pain, accompanied by the noise of metal cutting into flesh. And, of course, Rayan screamed. It was agonising — unlike any torture he'd ever experience. Blood began to ever so slowly pool around his wrist, and the saw cut deeper, deeper, and deeper again. He writhed and squirmed under the restraints, but he couldn't get very far, not with the agony slowly clouding his mind. But, soon, it finished. There was only a pulsing ache in his wrist, and as Madir forcefully grabbed Rayan's face and twisted it to the side to look at the wound, the latter understood why.

Rayan's amputated hand was dangling from a bit of flesh that was still intact — Madir most certainly got bored and finished it early. He managed a little whimper at the sight, his voice already weak and hoarse from screaming. Madir's voice seemed to ring in his ears, his vision blurred from tears he daren't shed in front of his captor.

"Let's do your other hand, hm?"

Rayan managed a frantic shake of his head, words slurring together. "N-no, no, please, go- go for my leg, break my leg instead, please don't-"

"Oh, if you insist."

...Rayan hadn't expected that to work. But, he immediately regretted his begging as Madir switched the now bloody hand saw for a hammer. Madir's grin in response to his frightened gaze made Rayan want to throw up.

"You've no clue how long I've wanted to do this for, Rayan."

The hammer was brought down on Rayan's knee, and he felt a sense of déjà vu come crashing down on his pitiful figure. It distinctly reminded him of his last escape attempt, when Foster stopped him from escaping by busting his kneecaps with a bat. The sickening sound of bones cracking bounced off of the basement walls, but was soon underpowered by Rayan's scream that promptly followed. His leg was hit repeatedly, Madir purposely going for the exact points Foster had gone for — most likely to make Rayan remember. To make him relive that hellish nightmare of an escape attempt but, seemingly to Rayan, tenfold.

He must've lost enough blood to let his body be encompassed by the warm embrace of unconsciousness, because the last thing he remembered, the pain seemed to stretch on for an eternity.

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[montammil]

Marshall found alcohol' request so good!! thank you so much for writing this! I would like to see the sequel or if you not interested maybe you could just tell what kind of punishment Marshall will get?

Thank you, I’m so glad you liked it!!

CW: Stockholm syndrome, mention of mentally abusive parents, alcohol mentions, locked in basement, begging, panic attack, parental whumper, mentions of violence

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"Ugh…" Marshall wakes up groaning. He forces open his tired eyes to see a light over his head. He winces and squeezes his eyes shut again. He sits up, seeing he's on the sofa. A faint memory pops into his head; the broken wine bottle… the piercing headache… the Disappointed Lawrence Stare.

Lawrence enters the room with a tray of chicken noodle soup, with crackers on the side, and a glass of water. He puts the food down, not making eye contact with Marshall yet. "This is good for hangovers. I want you eating all of this, understand? That includes the water."

Nodding, he picks up a cracker and takes a small bite out of it. After he swallows, his stomach aches and pains him, so he pours the cold water down his throat, hoping that it'll quench it. He glances up to see that familiar disappointed stare. "Are you still mad at me?"

"It's good to know you remember what happened, at least. That was very dangerous what you did."

"…It was just a few sips."

"A few sips, huh? Well, those few sips got you pretty damn wasted. Not to mention those."

Marshall meets his stare to see the bandaid on his leg. "It's just a small cut."

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Lawrence lets out an exasperated sigh. "Two small cuts. What if you got alcohol poisoning? What if you did something even more stupid? What was going through your mind? Did it never occur to you that I was bound to find out?"

"I'm just tired of you being on my back all the time," Marshall snaps back. "Can we talk about this some other time? I have a huge headache, and my stomach feels like it's on fire."

Eyes hardening, Lawrence says, "Well, maybe if you listened to me, that wouldn't be the case. I was worried sick! What do I need to do to make you start listening to me? Go ahead, tell me."

"You could give me a little more freedom for starters." Marshall smiles somewhat bitterly.

Lawrence scoffs. "I tried giving you more freedom, and you ruined that. I'm not making that same mistake again. Once you're feeling better, we're going over your punishment. I don't want to hear any arguing, there's no avoiding this."

Marshall's smile instantly turns to a frown. "Wait, what're you going to do? You aren't-- you aren't gonna... do what you did last time, r-right?"

"No," Lawrence sighs. His tone becomes softer at the younger man's suddenly frightened voice. "For now, just get some more rest. If I see you off the couch, it'll only be worse for you from here. Okay, Marshall?"

"Okay." Marshall doesn't like the nicknames Lawrence gives him by any means, but he somehow prefers it over his name. Lawrence hardly ever calls him Marshall, and when he does, it's always when the older man is serious. He gets a shiver down his spine.

...

Marshall feels terrified after a couple hours go by. He's barely heard Lawrence, but he can tell he's in the basement, getting something prepared. Though he doesn't know what, he knows the basement is not somewhere he wants to be. Though it looks nice for a basement, it's still dark and cold.

Lawrence reappears a few minutes later. He takes the emptied tray and glass and goes to the kitchen, then comes back out. "Get up. We're going to the basement."

Frowning in confusion, Marshall asks, "Why?"

"It's your punishment, kiddo. We talked about this."

"But you said you weren't gonna do what you did last time," Marshall argues nervously. He feels Lawrence grab onto his hand, and he doesn't have the courage to pull away.

Lawrence nods. "I'm not. Not completely."

"You're scaring me... please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, please don't."

"I'm not trying to scare you, bud, I'm trying to teach you. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Lawrence flashes him a small grin, but it's not very reassuring, considering how grim he still looks.

Marshall is led downstairs, and his frown deepens when he sees the basement. There's a mattress on the floor, chains sprawled on it, and a blanket, barely covering said chains.

He gulps, looking at Lawrence. He doesn't need to ask what the punishment is. "How... how long am I staying here?" Please don't be long, please, please, please...

Lawrence lets go of his hand to get the chains more straightened out. "I don't know, Marshie. Could be a few days, could be longer. It just matters on your behavior." He gestures to the camera on the corner of the ceiling with his free hand. "I want to see for myself this will never happen again."

Gasping in panic, Marshall begins to shake, tears filling his eyes. "Please, please don't lock me here! I said I was sorry! Please, I don't wanna stay here!" He feels on the verge of having a panic attack.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Lawrence's tone completely changes into that familiar soft and kind, but all the same sickeningly sweet and patronizing tone. "It's okay. Come here." He pulls Marshall into his arms and rocks him back and forth, even if that's the last thing Marshall wants right now.

"Please no," Marshall cries. "I'll do anything you want! Just-- no more!" After his last experience with the basement, he doesn't even want to think of it.

"I know, I know. It'll be over soon, I promise." Lawrence presses a kiss to his forehead. "For now, just breathe. You need to breathe, bud."

He obeys what sounds more like a command than a gentle reminder, heaving for air. He hates himself for clutching onto Lawrence's shirt, and he hates himself even more for crying into his chest. He doesn't know why, considering he's the reason he's crying to begin with.

"Slower, kiddo. Take slower breaths. You're gonna make yourself sick..."

Marshall finally manages to breathe normally, but that doesn't stop the tears rolling down his cheeks and onto the floor. He sniffs. "I don't wanna do this."

Lifting Marshall out of his arms, Lawrence sits him on the mattress, then grabs a towel from the box under the sink. Marshall doesn't realize how he leans into the man's touch when he wipes his face.

"Please don't make me do this," Marshall repeats.

Lawrence pulls the towel away and throws it in the trash. "Sweetheart, do you think I want to do this? I'm just trying to teach you what you did wasn't okay. I don't want to think about what would've happened if you drank too much, or if the glass gave more than just a few cuts. This is to just teach you."

Marshall wants to insist he already knows, but that won't do anything. He stiffens when he feels the chains clasping around his wrists and ankles. He notices they have padded cuffs connected to them, so at least it's not that bad...

Oh, who is he kidding? This is literal hell.

"There we go!" Lawrence smiles. "They should be a little comfier than the ones I got when you first came home. Your wrists are so small, I decided to get new ones, just in case."

Marshall can't even hear what he's saying, at this point. All his words sound like static to him.

Lawrence presses one last kiss to the top of his head. "You're so brave, Marshall. Once this is all done, we can pretend like none of this happened."

Numbly, he watches as Lawrence walks away from him towards the door. Those words sound familiar and he hates it. He lays on the mattress, wrapping the blanket around himself with the limited movement he has. He cries.

...

As each day passes, he feels dread. Though he hasn't been stabbed, he sure feels like it. At least he has a mattress this time, but Lawrence usually does come by when he's asleep, like last time. Each time Marshall wakes up, he begs Lawrence to let him go... just like last time.

Marshall has never felt as big of a regret as he does now. Why did he do that? Why is he such an idiot? Why does he blame himself, when he should be blaming Lawrence?!

Each day, Marshall finds himself crying and begging to be let go. The silence is louder than last time, he doesn't know why. He hates the silence, but he hates the sound of his cries. 

He wonders if Lawrence is looking at him right now through the camera. Most importantly, he wonders if he feels sorry for him. Surely not, because if that were the case, Lawrence would let him out already.

Sighing heavily, Marshall rolls over to lay on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow he had gotten during his time here. He feels like he's in prison, in solitary confinement. He wonders where he'd rather be between the two.

But... the more he thinks of it, maybe Lawrence was trying to help him out. He is sure he scared the older man, judging how he almost never sees his face look so angry. What if Lawrence really does love him?

Marshall wants to hit himself. No! No, it doesn't matter if he loves him! That doesn't change the fact he's an awful person who kidnapped him.

That's when his mind drifts to his real parents. He can't even miss them, if they saw him crying right now, they'd mock him for it, he's sure.

Lawrence wouldn't do that.

Marshall can't even hate himself for thinking that, because it's true. Sure, Lawrence treats him like a glorified toddler, but... that's more love he got from his parents when he was an actual toddler. They were always too busy for him. Lawrence is... always there.

Except now, but he can understand why. His parents never showed him discipline, they couldn't care less if he drank himself to death or not, they'd just yell at him.

But... maybe this isn't so bad? Sure, it's not the normal version of disciplining your kid, but maybe that shows he does, in fact, care?

Marshall cries for a new reason now. Lawrence, his kidnapper, loves him more than his real parents. He's never cried louder that day.

...

Lawrence comes back almost a week later, creaking open the door to see Marshall sleeping. He watched all the footage and nearly cried himself at it. He unclasps the cuffs, whispering, "Hey, marshmallow. Time to wake up."

Wiping his eyes and sniffling, Marshall slowly opens his eyes. He blinks a few times, then sobs in relief when he sees the cuffs are gone. He wraps his arms around Lawrence's neck, afraid Lawrence will put the cuffs back on any second now.

"Oh, it's okay, honey, I got you." Lawrence didn't expect this for a minute, but he definitely isn't going to complain. "Punishment's over. You did so well."

Marshall doesn't reply. He's shivering, and Lawrence doesn't blame him, given not only is he obviously emotional, but it's cold down here. He hadn't even realized until now.

Lawrence picks him up with ease. "Let's get you a warm bath, and then something to eat. How does that sound, hm?"

Wordlessly, Marshall nods. "Thanks, Da--" The young man is quick to cut himself off. "...--Lawrence."

"Of course, bud." Lawrence has never grinned so hard, even if Marshall was quick to correct himself. He has a feeling this will be the last time he needs to punish Marshall like this.

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[rosewriteswhump]

Whump Wheel 14

Buried Alive

Cw: lady whump (whumper and whumpee), non-human whumpee, fairy whumpee, buried alive, screaming, begging, immortal whumpee, asphyxiation, sadistic whumper, hurt no comfort, implied gaslighting, friends to enemies, past emotional abuse, captivity, pet-whump

Summary: Marlie snaps and makes a snarky comment early on in her captivity. Alice retaliates with something Marlie would never forget.

It was another day of fighting the restraints whenever she was left alone, trying to apologize for ending the friendship, and resisting the constant insults blaming her for Alice's abuse.

Marlie had been holding in her emotions for a few months now, the bottle ready to burst as Alice refused to take any accountability for her own actions -despite being aware of the cruelty of them- and Marlie lost it after a dig at her sister.

"Wow real creative. Insulting Dawn for being better than you. Never heard that one before." Marlie's voice dripped with biting sarcasm as she rolled her eyes.

Alice went quiet, forcing a strained smiled before turning to leave. "You'll regret that, dear pet." she growled, slamming the door behind her.

The dehumanizing switch came out of nowhere, causing Marlie's anxiety to spike as she was left alone.

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The fairy was harshly shoved into a ditch, with truck loads of sand on the ledge. Marlie couldn't move, the ropes dug into her wrists, arms, and legs as she tried to undo them. A second later the trucks began to dump their load, rapidly filling the shallow grave with sand. Marlie would live, feel every aching nerve as her body shut down.

Trying to take one last breath was a mistake, as all she got was a mouthful of sand. Panic seized control over her weakened body, her struggles becoming weaker and weaker.

Help me!

Marlie felt her lungs burning as she tried to escape the sand, only able to inhale it as it slowly filled the empty space in her lungs. Everything began to slowly shut down, hour by hour.

Agony tore through her as her brain fought to keep her conscious, unable to properly function without air. Marlie felt her brain stop, allowing a brief period of peace.

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Alice's heel dug into Marlie's side, drawing blood before kicking her again.

Marlie gasped awake, coughing out sand and blood as she tried to take-in her much needed air. As the last chunk of bloodied sand left her throat, Alice kicked her in the ribs.

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[fuwushiguro]

Chifuyu Loves Big Tits!!!!

Chifuyu Matsuno x milf!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: I have a silky/lace pink vest n it makes my boobs look cool so I was inspired to write this <3333 Warnings: 18+, milf!reader, chubby!reader, love-making, pining, body worship, appearance insecurity, fingering, praise, vaginal penetration, possessiveness, begging, soft dom!fuyu, mommy!kink, use of 'mommy' once, age gap. Words: 2.4k

This was bound to happen. You can’t deny otherwise. He hasn’t been subtle with the way he’s been looking at you; he knows you’ve noticed. Maybe it’s because you sympathise. In some regard, it’s basically your fault.

Chifuyu Matsuno has always had a penchant for big breasts.

When he heard you were pregnant, he knew this was a possibility. But he never thought you’d turn into his dream woman. And you’re even more perfect after giving birth.

How was he meant to control himself?

Seeing the clothes you walk around in. Little vests to give your baby easy access to their much-needed milk. For him, it’s the way you don’t wear a bra. The vests you wear are pre-pregnancy clothes. Much too tight for your large chest, these days. He admires the way your flesh bulges because of your tight clothes.

That’s what brought him here.

What was meant to be a simple question turned into him making himself at home in your bed. And he did knock. It’s not his fault you were so sleepy after feeding your baby. It’s not his fault your skimpy little vests couldn’t conceal your modesty.

He salivated at the way your supple skin was spilling so sensually over the tiny pink lace you were wearing. It was too good to be true, he thought. You, lying perfectly like this, splayed out so beautifully for him.

Surely there’s a catch.

“Mm, Fuyu,” he’ll replay that melody on constant loop in his mind. You’re so sensitive, but he’s not surprised. Your baby has a few teeth, now. You must be so sore, and his touches are so gentle. Have you forgotten how it feels to be touched so delicately?

“Perfect,” he mumbles against your lips, not quite kissing you, “so lovely and perfect.”

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