#Pearl's Puppy Breeding
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BIRTHDAY BOY
(one shot)
PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x wife! Reader
WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff! Not proofread, clingy reader, no use of y/n, slight angst (Elvis thinks reader forgot his birthday), surprise party, kissing, pet names, the Memphis mafia been goofballs
NSFW WARNINGS: p in v sex, oral (m receiving), slight ball play ig?, light choking, hair pulling, daddy kink (duhh), cream pie, breeding kink, lingerie
sorry if I missed anything!! And happy birthday to the king of rock n’ roll<3
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The entire day you and Elvis’ Memphis mafia have been planning is birthday party. His dad even started helping out.
It was going to be spectacular. You’d ordered a large 5 layered cake with buttercream frosting and strawberries, and written on top in cursive was ‘long live the king’ with a little 25 under it.
The house was decorated in head to toe with gold and white streamers, balloons, confetti, and any other kind of decor you could imagine fit for the king of rock n’ roll.
Elvis Presley had been gone for a week, taking on an acting gig in Florida, Miami. You missed him dearly, but you knew he was coming home today. Every time he called one of the house phones who would always chat your ear off on how much he wanted to see you. You’d think he had separation anxiety (he does).
The warmth of his voice on the line brought endless smiles to your face, and his amazing voice made giggles erupt from your throat. Everything about him shined, inside and out. He was beautiful, and a very charismatic man.
He had a certain feel about him. In a way where everyone would stop what they were doing just to catch a glimpse of him. He could hold an entire rooms attention and keep it, and sometimes he didn’t even realize it. People looked at him as if he were a god, and hell, maybe he was.
Elvis was a giving man. If you knew him, then you’d know that he shined so bright, he made the people around him shine, too. And to Elvis, you shined the most. He adored you. Every little thing about you was imperfectly perfect to him in just the right ways.
Elvis was a good husband, despite what people in the press have said. He takes care of you more than he takes care of himself, and he does it with a smile on his face and love in his heart that he only holds for you.
Elvis always told you that you were his angel. You were sent by the heavens to watch over him, guide him and love him for all he is after his mother died. You healed him and changed a broken, distraught man into the brightest star.
But you knew it was the other way around.
You found each other in a hopeless state, but together you overcame it and helped each other. Elvis was always kind to you, even if you two had petty little arguments, he’d always make it up to you by showering you in kisses with little ‘I’m sorrys’. How could you not forgive him when he was the sweetest man you’d ever met?
He remembered every anniversary. Every birthday. Every Valentine’s Day. He showered you in gifts, attention, dates, and never shut up about you in the press. You were sure interviews were sick and tired of him ranting on about how ‘good of a wife’ you are like a lovesick puppy, but it filled you with butterflies knowing he held you in such high regards.
Elvis was your person, and you were his. You’d known that since the day you met, and the day he popped the big question on a Thursday night in Hawaii confirmed it. It’s been bliss since you’d known him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
But now, you sat nervously on the couch, biting down on your manicured nails nervously.
You hadn’t answered any of the 4 times Elvis has called you, and you knew he’d be worried by now. It was his birthday, and you felt bad because you didn’t want to upset him—but the surprise will be all worth it.
You wore his favorite outfit. A light blue, low cut dress that ended mid thigh, paired with black marry janes and white socks that sat a few inches below your knees. You also wore a white pearl necklace that acted as a light choker, and to top it all off, a silver chain sat secured gracefully on your neck that read ‘E.P’. A beautiful necklace your lover gifted to you for your 2nd anniversary.
But you wore a secret under your pretty little dress that Elvis would surely adore later tonight.
“Everyone, I just got word that Elvis is down the road, get in your places!” Gunner, a mutual friend of you and Elvis, shouted. You quickly took your place around the corner from the door, so you could be the first person he sees when he walks through the large entrance.
The lights were turned off and the room was silent as you heard booming footsteps come up the familiar stairs of Gracelands’ entrance.
You sucked in a breath of air as the door swung open, and you could already feel his suffocating presence in the house.
“Baby?! Where ya at?!” He yelled out, his voice laced with concern as he began to move towards the stairs, assuming you were in your shared bedroom. You giggled a little, and Elvis’ head snapped to your direction. You’d been caught.
“Surprise! Happy birthday, honey!” You yelled out, along with everyone else. Elvis let out a breath of air he’d been holding in for what felt like all day. No matter how many times he’s left home, weeks on end, you’d never gone not one day without calling him and tellin’ him all about your boring day without him around.
He drug a hand down his face with a groan, followed by a deep chuckle as your body collided with his in a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head, and finally, you’d felt his arms around you again. And it’s was as if all of his love visibly seeped into you.
“Was so worried, satin. Thought somethin’ bad happened to ya.” He huffed out with furrowed brows. You laughed as you cupped his face in your dainty hands. “Nothin’ bad happened, Elvis. Just wanted to give you a lil surprise is all.” You muttered as you brought his face down to your level, giving him the tenderest of kisses.
You tasted like vanilla on his tongue, mixed with cherry from the cherry lollipop you always had in your mouth. Elvis wasn’t sure how you hadn’t gotten a cavity from it yet. Your hair smelled like fresh rose water, and he knew it was from your annual bath-soakings full of the best rose petals money can buy and scented bath bombs.
You were warm against him, your small body molding and fitting perfectly against him. He loved you. God, did he love you. His baby. His love. His wife. The woman he plans to bear his children. He couldn’t get enough of you
“I got you a cake, Elvis.” You smiled up at him. You were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Your smile was contagious to him, as he felt a grin spread across his face. “Yeah, lemme see it, baby.” He said.
You clapped your hands together, exited to see his reaction of the large cake, decorated to perfection. You took his large hand in yours and dragged him to where everyone else was in the dining room. On the table sat the cake, and Elvis felt his eyes widen at the mere heigh of it.
“Woah, that’s a lot of sugar, honey.” He chuckled out as he walked closer to take a good look. “Look at the top, El.” You urged. Like a good husband, he obliged and a chuckle rumbled in his chest.
“I love it, baby.” He said as he walked over and tightly hugged you, slightly lifting you off the ground in the process. “I’m glad! I hoped you would.” You said happily.
He didn’t have a chance to respond before the Memphis mafia swept him away from you. “Sharing is caring!” They yelled with loud boyish chuckles as they went to the pool room. Elvis mounted an ‘im sorry’, to which you merely giggled.
All throughout the night Elvis was occupied with his family and friends celebrating. You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to admit that you felt kind of neglected. In more ways than one.
He’d looked so unbelievably handsome all night, and you couldn’t help but become all hot and bothered as the night continued. You watched him play pool with his friends, his arms were exposed and fit. Elvis was no muscle maniac, but he had just the right amount for your mouth to start watering like a bitch in heat at the sight.
You finally built up enough courage to speak up about it as you walked over to where he stood in all his glory. His back was now facing you as you lightly gripped his arm to grab his attention, making him spin around to look at you.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, his accent thick. You grew shy as his friends grazed in on the interaction, being nosy. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, and Elvis understood as he slightly leaned down is you could whisper into his ear. “M horny, Elvis.” You muttered, barely just loud enough for him to hear.
Elvis lightly hummed. “S that right?” He asked, and you nodded in confirmation. “Alright, don’t worry, sugar, I’ll take care of ya.” He stated.
“I’m done for the night, fellas.” He said as he tangled his fingers with yours, pulling you away from the group of men. They whistled knowingly, followed by a few hollers, making your cheeks flush red and bury yourself in Elvis’ side. He chuckled as his arm wrapped around you, walking up the stairs to your shared room.
He opened the door for you and flicked the lamp light on. “I got another surprise for you.” You muttered, shy under his gaze. He peered down at you. “Yeah? What is it, baby?” He asked, his breathing heavy.
You began to slide your dress off of your shoulders, below your breasts and down your hips before letting it fall to the floor beneath you. Elvis’ mouth watered at the sight and he felt his pants tighten uncomfortably, his slacks suddenly becoming too tight in his crotch area.
There you stood, in a baby pink lingerie set. Floral and lacy, nipples and pussy barely covered by flimsy fabric. Your thighs covered in garters with little pink flowers embroidered onto them delicately. What made Elvis go over the edge though, is when you turned around to show him your perky ass.
In cursive, sat nice and pretty was ‘Elvis Presley’.
He felt like he could cum in his pants right then and there.
“D-do you like it?” You asked, nervous at his silence. He scoffed. “Like it? Baby, i fuckin’ love it.” He said, spinning your around to face him before sliding his hands past your waist, down to your ass, tightly squeezing both of your ass cheeks.
You bit your lip as you looked up at him. “Yeah?” You whispered as his leaned down. “Fuck yes.” He muttered before his lips crashed down onto yours in a heated kiss.
It was sloppy as your tongues tangled with each other, you fighting for some kind of dominance that you knew Elvis wouldn’t allow. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him groan, biting your lip in retaliation. His hands squeezing the fat of your ass tighter, gripping you impossibly closer to him.
“Let me make you feel good, Elvis.” You breathed out against his lips. He merely clicked his tongue. “Hm?” He asked again. Your legs rubbed together, slick coating both of your inner thighs.
“Please let me make you feel good, daddy.” You repeated, more desperately this time. He groaned in satisfaction. “Good girl, go ahead, baby.” He urged.
You dropped to your knees and watched as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. You licked your lips at the sight of his leaking cock, standing hard and ready for you in any way you can take him. He was long and girthy, balls hung, seemingly painfully full. Your core ached to relieve him.
You licked around his tip before licking his slit that leaked slaty pre-cum, and his hiss was enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth. “Fuck!” He yelped out as you sucked harshly, before taking him deeper into your mouth.
You bobbed your head up and down, your hands reaching to fondle his aching balls. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was giving mind blowing, other worldly head. Your little mouth drove Elvis beyond crazy, wether it be for talking shit or having his cock in it.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you effortlessly deep throated his cock, and you felt him throb in your mouth. You gagged around him, making him throw his head back and let out a desperate moan.
“Yess, fuck! Just like that, honey. Suckin’ your husbands cock so well. Takin’ such good care of me.” He breathed out. You knew he was about to cum as his fingers found their way in your large hair, gripping tightly. “M gonna cum, baby. Shit.” He moaned out.
Your mouth moved to suck one of his balls into your mouth and your hand moved quickly to stroke his needy cock. Your hand moved fast, your fist tight around him. It was all too much, the way your mouth sucked his balls in like a vacuum and your hand stroking his hand at a quickening pace.
His cum spurted from his cock, and your mouth shot up just in time to get it in your mouth. You sucked his tip, milking him of all the cum he had stored away in his heavy balls. “Holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ good, soso good f’me.” He said, mouth hung agape as you released his tip with a loud ‘pop’.
You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him the cum that rested on your tongue. He licked his lips and felt his cock harden again. “Swallow.” He said. And like the good little wife you are, you listened..
“Good girl. Now, getcha’ lil ass on the bed n’ bend over f’daddy.” He said as he helped you to your feet, slapping your ass playfully as you passed by him to the bed, making you giggle.
You bent over, legs spread enough so he could see the thin string covering your pussy that was now a darker shade of pink from your juices. “Look at you, all nice n pretty. All this for me, sweetheart?” He asked as he slipped the thin string to the side.
You nodded your head feverishly. “Yes, daddy. M’only wet f’you.” You muttered as you teased your ass into the air, pushing it towards him. He swatted your asses harshly, once, twice, before he lined himself to your entrance.
He teased his tip into you, making you groan. “Please, please, please—“ you chanted like it was a prayer. His hand snapped to your hair, leaning your head back. “You take what I give you, wife.” He muttered as he tenderly kissed your forehead.
“Yes, daddy, m’sorry.” You muttered out, gasping as you felt his cock enter you without warning. His tip kissed your cervix, and your mouth hung open, throat going dry. “Shit, so tight. Grippin’ my cock so good.” He huffed out.
“E-Elvis!” You whimpered out, the sting making your eyes water. His heart ached at the sound of you in any kind of pain. He peppered sweet kisses along your spine and on your shoulders in reassurance. “S okay, m’ gon’ take care of ya, don’t worry.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed your head.
Your stomach felt like it was doing summer salts and butterflies exploding in it all at once. You loved him more than words could ever describe and nothing in the world would ever change the way he made you feel, even 5 years deep into marriage, he still makes you fall in love with him all over again.
A wave of pleasure consumed you as you felt him re-enter you, picking up his pace at pounding into your throbbing cunt. “Elvis! Fuck! Just like that!” You moaned out.
Every time his hips slammed into yours, you released little ‘ahs’. The sound was like music to his ears. Knowing he was making you feel good, made him feel at least 20x better. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was pleasing his woman in every way he could.
“Gonna fill this lil pussy, you want that? Hm? Want me to fill you with my babies?” He asked, his hands gripped your hips. “Yes, yes, please! Need your cum in me, daddy!” You groaned.
He pulled out of you, flipping you around before re-entering you. “Wanna see you when we cum, yeah? Gon’ see ya beautiful fuckin’ face, honey.” He moaned out as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.
He was pussy drunken and his mind was fuzzy as your walls squeezed him in a vice grip. He didn’t know how much longer he would last. “Daddy! M’gonna cum, fuck m’gonna cum!” Your voice high pitched, and your head thrown back. Elvis brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing your throat just enough to make you see stars when it was paired with his piercing cock.
“Need you.” You whimpered out, grabbing at his free hand. A thing you did that Elvis thought was the cutest thing, and adored so much, was that every time you came on his cock, you made sure to hold his hand. It comforted you and Elvis loved it as he reached his high. “I’m right here, satin. Gon’ fill this cunt.” He said, biting his lip.
“Oh!” You moaned out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, covering Elvis’ lower abdomen in your vile juices just as he painted the inside of your walls white with his seed.
He fucked you through your orgasm, and you could feel each time his cock spurted out a new round of cum inside of you. His balls tightening as your sweet pussy milked him, and all he could think about was how nice and round you’ll be with his babies. The perfect wife.
Your hand reached up to lovingly cup his face, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his bitten lips.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
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Im in love with your writing for MK ❤️ and I’m in love with Syzoth 💚 . So may I request Syzoth having a heavy breeding kink and desperate filling his human s/o to the brim with his seed also having a size kink .
tw: afab pronouns and anatomy used
Syzoth could truly not himself. He a sick man, one so depraved and foul. There no stopping it, however, he a slave to these compulsions that strangle him savagely. Guided by that which is written in his nature, the primal need he simply cannot deny, Syzoth is exceptionally wicked.
Blurred eyes of emerald stare at the figure so pinned beneath him. Her legs so far pushed and moved into the air as he has made her bend and stretch so that he may drive himself so deeply into her. He knows she is moaning yet the world so corroded with the sensation of her tight and sticky walls suctioning onto his long and thick length.
Never has sex felt so good since he discovered human intercourse. Such a warm place to sheath himself into. Oh so wet and sloppy it feels coiled around him. So warm...so warm...Syzoth loves her pussy wrapped around his cock. He could live within it forever and ever. What a heaven that would be to be blessed with breeding her pussy endlessly.
There's a deep growl bellowing around his throat as his cock continues its attack on her wet and sticky core. Syzoth is panting, trying to push more and more of himself into her but his length struggles. It thick and wide, how could she hope to fit it all?
"C-Come on..." Syzoth whispers into the air, hips burning and burning. "Take more...come on...!"
Moans burst to life from the depths of her lungs and he presses forward in his siege. Her defenses simply cannot manage, beginning to crumble apart into agonizing rapture. More and more she spreads for him, the seas of her parting for its master.
Such pathetic pants come from him, like an eager and overly excited puppy. Moans find themselves dancing together, tangled and unclear of which belongs to who. The sea is open to him, exposed completely and finally all of his length is surrounded in embers.
Green eyes cannot help but look at that outline etched into her pretty little stomach. Soon it will full of much more, so much more. He's leans over her, so close, so desperate. He wants to finish, he wants to finish inside her. Inside his seed will gather and mingle with her precious nurturing home. Through this wonderful gestation will be his brood, his kin.
His spine his curling and shaking with just the thought of filling her up with his offspring. How beautiful she will look so rounded with his child. Her breasts already so plush will swell and swell to provide for his child and for him. Syzoth must get her pregnant. He must...he must!
The grip on her morphs into power, fingers leaving bruises in her skin. Yes, that's it...she throbs around him so wildly, already trying to milk him dry. He'll provide, he'll give it all to her. Syzoth cannot stop himself, thrusts so brutally feverish; guided by that primal need to breed.
"Get pregnant..." he growls so close to her neck. "Get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant, getpregnantgetpregnant-"
Words bends and slur together until they become lost in the fog of groans and moans. From that fog a birth a pleasure is sprung upon them. So much...so warm and gushing as he delivers himself into her.
"Have my babies..." words are whispers on a voice most sore. "you'll look so pretty..."
Syzoth cannot be sure if he even speaking aloud or if these mere thoughts but it didn't matter. He stays so nestled within her burning nether. Such pretty pearls are poured into a womb most inviting and Syzoth's long and forked tongue curls around her neck so sweetly.
Both of them are panting now. So tired, so worn and yet Syzoth begins to move his hips again. Her moans are a wanton cry, still so sensitive but he cannot stop yet. Not until each precious drop of his seed finds a home inside her womb.
im such a nasty fucker for lewding syzoth like this omfg
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౨ৎ babydoll || CHOI BEOMGYU
pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: drabble; fluff, smut
summary: you spend the evening of valentines day watching barbie with your sweet boyfriend until he makes a dirty joke. you may need to rewatch the last half of the movie again later.
wc: 2.2k
a/n: this is my 2/2 entry for @matchaxmatcha's valentine's event <3
warnings under the cut!
warnings: pw little plot, established relationship, physical affection, they're just giggly :< beomgyu's silly and says a dirty joke, switch!service top!beomgyu, switch!leaning subby!reader, quick oral (fem!receiving), nipple play, intimate but messy sex, light biting, PRAISE PRAISE PRAISE, petnames; (baby, doll, princess, good girl, my girl, honey, my good boy, pretty boy, mommy, sweet cheeks), beomgyu takes a dirty picture, indirect breeding kink, not proofread >//<
he dim lights from the lamp shades situated in each corner of the bedroom had set the mood for the rest of the evening—movie in bed with your beloved boyfriend who agreed to watch the barbie movie with you.
it was easy to get comfortable after a long day, as long as yours and beomgyu's skinship is present, then you'll get huddle together with ease in no time. you're positioned leaning your back against the headboard and he's between your legs—his head resting on your lower abdomen like his personal pillow and his broad shoulders under you legs while he watches intently.
that is, until he said something that caught you completely off guard.
"baby, wanna hear a joke?" you could hear the smug smirk on his voice through his tone.
"go on then."
you let him continue speaking while your fingers loosely played within the strands of his hair, watching his strands slip through as he turns his body around, propping his weight on his elbows and lifting his chin above your lower abdomen.
you notice the way his eyes dilate while looking up at you, making you just as intrigued to hear what he had to say. you just knew it was nowhere near pg-13.
his hands find their way to your hips from under your things, massaging his thumbs ever so lightly on the area. a soft smirk plays on his lips before he speaks.
"let's play dolls. i'll be Ken and you can be the box I cum in." his voice was deep and it lingers.
you'd usually slap his shoulder or playfully shove him off of the bed had it not been for your core throbbing just from the thought of being filled up by your beloved.
you never turned it down because you knew you wanted it just as bad. you're down if he's down.
"you're too smug about that one, honey." your breath quivers from the sensation of beomgyu's fingers lifting your baggy tee, exposing more of your skin on your tummy.
"it was good though, wasn't it?"
he looks up at you with puppy eyes, waiting for some form of a definite answer from you.
"c'mon then, you gonna be my good boy? thought you wanted to cum in me." a mischievous smile gradually appears on your lips as you hold eye contact with the beautiful man between your legs.
the movie had been long forgotten, the volume turned down a little so you could hear how you would react to each other's lingering touches. subtle lights shifting and illuminating your face for him as the scenes behind him continue.
beomgyu had already pulled your shorts down your legs and threw it aside to land on a random spot on the floor. having your cunt bare in front of him had the both of you blushing, regardless how many times you've fucked.
"oh baby, your pussy's so pretty." he coos, swiping a thumb through your folds then retracting his thumb and watching the string of your arousal stretch until it disconnects.
you hear a moan in the back of beomgyu's throat. his eyes were glued onto the sight, ultimately fascinated every single time. he repeats the action a couple more times, brushing against your clit a little higher each time to spread your slick around your pearl, still maintaining his feathery touches.
"f-fuck, beom—" your breath hitches in your throat and your fingers toy with the top of the comforter. "it tickles."
beomgyu huffs, amused at the sight. "yeah? want more tickles baby?"
you nod your head, pouting your lips with your pupils blown out.
"wan' your tongue," you whine, "always makes me feel good."
that was something your boyfriend always loved to hear. he thrives off of pleasing you, wanting you to feel good. and you giving him the green light turned a switch in him to dive into your pussy like he's been starved.
you take your shirt off, head thrown back a little once his lips latch onto your puffy pussy, having your chest heave as his tongue works slowly on your clit. you feel his thumbs stretching your lower lips, lifting his head and you watch a dollop of spit onto your core, feeling it trickle from your clit to your hole.
you loved that beomgyu was messy with you, that's one thing you never get tired of. the sounds of his saliva mixed with your slick paired with the sensation of his tongue messily lapping up and repeating, spitting again until you're all lubed up with a mixture of both your bodily fluids.
"you taste too good, but imma fuck this pretty pussy until it's molded for my dick, hm?" beomgyu sits up with his lips and chin glistening from where the light hits his face,
after he's pulled his shorts off he's immediately fisting his shaft, the head of his penis passing as a matching accessory with his lips, glistening in the dim lighting.
"yes gyu, my pussy's only for you." you gasp when he prods your clit with the head of his cock, sliding it against you. the warmth made your head hazy, just wanting him to bury it deep inside you.
"you've been a good girl for me haven't you?" he coos, hovering above you as he planks his hand on the space by your shoulder.
"'m always a good girl, can you be a good boy and fuck me now?" you place your thumb and index finger beneath his chin, guiding him to your lips you give him a chaste kiss.
though beomgyu's fisting his dick, he slows down as it throbs in his palm from the pet name. as much as he loves his dominant side, all of that crashes when you coo and praise him.
he loves being your good boy.
"fuck, mommy, gonna make you feel so good." beomgyu whimpers.
his mouth latches onto your nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened bud while your hand is cupping and squeezing the other. he lets go with an audible pop making the both of you giggle together until he trails up your chest with wet kisses, letting his teeth nip your sensitive skin by the crook of your neck.
"shit gyu," you shakily exhale.
he was too far gone with skimming his teeth over areas of your neck, nipping and lightly sucking those areas for you to admire the marks when you look into the mirror in the morning.
"don't worry princess, just admiring your body before I fill you up." his voice a little gruff by your neck and he kisses your lips, biting your bottom lip for your tongue to meet his. you could taste remnants of your arousal on his tongue and it has you smiling.
you love how filthy your boyfriend is, lucky that you were able to spend valentine's evening with the man you call the love of your life. it took you so long for him to open up to you, in terms of getting comfortable with your sex life.
once he found out how much of a freak you are in bed, he never held back in making you feel so good, giving you that princess treatment because you deserve it.
beomgyu sits back on his knees again, back to slowly stroking his dick, aligning the head with your sweet hole that's been squeezing nothing for the past few minutes.
"wan' you deep inside me beommie." the call of his nickname has him plunging deep into your pussy, sliding in nicely after doing a good job slicking you up.
"fuck, so wet and warm f'me," he goes back to littering kisses by your neck. "you alright?"
his pants were contributing to how wet he was making you, the lewd sound of his hips slapping the back of your thighs had your eyes rolling back.
"can feel you deep inside me, shit." you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him close to kiss him.
"'m making you feel good, doll?" he mumbles by yours lips before capturing your lips and swallowing your moans.
"mhm, harder gyu." you moan against his lips, "making me feel so good."
another praise, another rush of adrenaline has him thrusting harder and picking up the speed and drilling into you until the sound was consistent. he had your whole body jolting upwards while he had a hold on your hip and the other behind your neck.
"ugh princess, you're clenching me already?" he teases, pinching your hip lightly.
he makes you laugh then it morphs into a moan when he bucks his hips particularly harder at a random point.
"you feel so good inside me baby, oh– just wanna be full of your cum."
that almost tips your lover over the edge. you turn your head so you could kiss the area just by the corner of his jaw, behind his ear. you reciprocate the skinship kisses, leading a trail along the column of his neck and nipping and sucking here and there. it'd be a shame to not leave a single mark on his beautiful skin.
"keep talking to me like that," he moans, throwing his head back with is dampened bangs sticking on his forehead.
"mm, my sweet, sweet baby's gonna give me his big load, isn't that right?" you coo directly in his ear, teeth ever so lightly grazing on the shell of his ear.
"yes, yes, yes~ gonna fill you up 'till you're leaking throughout the night." his whimpers sends chills down your spine, words cannot describe how obsessed you are when he switches.
"yeah? you close?"
he nods desperately, doing his best as he pistons you without faltering.
"do it, cum in me like you said baby. my pretty boy's gonna give me his big load." you egg on his orgasm, and it only took your praises and sweet talk to push him over the edge.
you could feel his cock pumping his thick seed inside you, refusing to still his hips and make you cum too. he shudders as he continues to thrust into you, knowing that he'd hit your precious sweet spot when he heard you gasp and your moan cut off in your throat.
beomgyu's back to kissing your neck and shoulders, this time more tenderly, but still sloppy and wet. he'd look at you for a second, admiring the way you're glistening in the dim light.
"god, you're so perfect aren't you, pretty girl?" he's fallen in love with you again. and he'll continue to love you regardless.
"fuckkk, beommie, gonna cum, gonnna cum!"
you whine, feeling the tight sensation in your stomach about to snap. beomgyu's overstimulated and your pussy clenches down on him tighter than before, milking his dick with his second load that night,
"shit baby, 'm right there with you. that's my girl."
both of your moans are in perfect harmony, his arms wrapping around your torso with no space left between your sweaty bodies. heard in the room were ragged breaths as he slows down, noticing the way your legs shake from his shallow thrusts.
"dick's so good it almost had me crying." you brush your hair away from your face, wiping one eye dramatically.
"then maybe next time I should fuck you harder until you're sobbing, how about that?" beomgyu has a stupid smirk on his face, but you love it so much.
"you already know, sweet cheeks."
you pull him down to you again, hand at the back of his neck as you give each other a tender kiss, separating with an audible smack.
the sensation of beomgyu sliding his softening dick out made you shiver, watching the way he reaches over to the bedside table for his phone.
"wanna keep this as a memory," he says, opening up his camera app and switching on the flash. "gonna keep this in my wallet and look at you when I'm having a hard day."
you hear the camera shots, and he takes pictures with his tongue sticking out slightly, concentrating on getting the best angle to see your bare body, legs wide and his cum mixed with your fluid leaking from your cunt.
his words made you blush, though this wasn't the first time you and beomgyu have taken filthy pictures together, this one had more meaning held with it.
"the picture's temporary, baby, but just know I'll be here to make your hard day even better." you manage to sit up, despite the ache between your legs, and wrap your arms around his torso to give him a side hug while you both examine the photos together.
"I love you princess, I love coming home to you every day." beomgyu says softly, putting down his phone to hold your face and kiss your temple.
"I love you too gyu," you briefly squeeze him, "but I'm gonna have to rewatch barbie again, properly."
"I wanna know what happens too." he pouts, almost looking offended you didn't include him.
"no baby, I won't concentrate and you'll end up fucking me again." you imitate his pout and whiny tone.
he chuckles, biting back a grin. "yeah, but you'd love that."
you join him, nudging him and mirroring his grin that he's holding back.
"always. always gonna love that."
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A SLICE OF PARADISE — (MDNI.)
satoru gojo
CONTENT ; soft + needy!gojo, horny!reader, breeding, creampie, overstimulation, a lil bit of hair pulling
"t-toru," you whimper quietly, words almost drowned out by the wet squelches of his dick lazily fucking into your cunt. "'s not enough, 'wan more please."
you attempt to thrust up to relieve the taut knot in your stomach, but he holds you down by your hips, keeping your figure still between him and the mattress.
satoru grins and ignores you, too invested in your needy whines and failed efforts to fuck yourself up onto his dick. the teasing smile he grants you fails to mask his mirth-struck eyes — satoru licks his lips. "you needa be patient, honey, we barely even started."
your legs are wrapped around his waist and, in another fruitless endeavor, you dig your heels into the small of his back and pull him in. much to your disappointment rather than surprise, your boyfriend doesn't give into you; his hands are still tight on your hip bones, stubbornly keeping you in place. you squirm.
"baby, please," you stress. looking up at him through your diaphanous lashes and pouting, round puppy eyes stare up at him. his dick inside you twitches as he feels you clench around his length.
his shield falters because of you — his head collapses into the crook of your neck, hissing. your gummy walls swallows him in, the wetness between the two of you making it easy. "f-fuck—!"
you take this as a sign of weakness and completely devour him under your spell. once more, your velvety cunt squeezes around his girth as if it demands to remember the imprint of his dick.
his pants are hot against your skin. it tickles your spine and sends shivers down to your fingertips. he continues with his languish thrusts; his heavy cock settles in deeper and deeper into your womb until you can his happy trail against your puffy clit. and with every drag of his dick, there's a moan that escape you that pleads more and satoru can't help but give it all to his girl.
he adjusts himself: slotting his fingers with yours and stapling it right beside your head. with his other hand, it moves from your side and to your clit, circling his thumb on the deprived pearl.
static courses through your skull as you can feel your orgasm approach.
satoru licks and suckles the vulnerable skin of your neck, dragging his warm tongue along your collarbone. he purposefully kisses and sucks sloppily in some areas longer than others. he wants to claim you — not in a possessive way, but rather in a affectionate way. you were his, and not some figment of his imagination to help him cum when he jerked his dick like a horny teenager. you were his and he was yours.
"satoru," you exhale. the sound of his name on your breathless lips makes his dick twitch.
he hums, sending vibrations across your sensitive skin. the fingers that roll on your clit unceasingly picks up speed and you're unable to respond for a while.
"what wrong, honey? does that pussy of yours want more?" his mouth leaves your neck and ventures to the shell of your ear. you try to worm your way from him. he taunts you once more, "c'mon, you can tell me. tell me what your pussy wants, i can't read her mind."
"wan' a — mmph —!" your whimper cuts off your words. his tip deliciously rubs against the one spot in your cunt and your back arches as a result.
"one more time, hun, whadduya' want?" fucking prick.
you want to punch him. he's doing it on purpose.
it nearly takes all of your strength to muster up the jumbled up words that are caught in your throat. "i wan' a kiss."
"and a kiss my girl shall get."
his lips crashes onto yours and you feel yourself melting under his touch — a heavy puddle of arousal and contentment. satoru swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, nonverbally asking if he could kiss you with it. your mouth parts ever so slight and he consumes you.
he kisses you so passionately — so gently — that it physically hurts. you are unable to reciprocate the fervor he rewards you with, moaning against his cherry lips and combing your free hand through his hair.
your fingers rifle through his soft, white locks, and as your chest aches for a breath, you tear him away from your face. a long string of saliva connects you and him.
satoru's thrusts become needier and faster, a telltale sign of his rapidly approaching orgasm.
"'toru." you draw out your plea. his skin is hot while the ravenous fire in your stomach scorches on. "gimme it, baby … know yer close too."
he drunkenly nods, hips now snapping against yours. the hand that is interlaced with his starts to cramp while the other drags him back to you for another kiss. he manages to mumble against your mouth. "pussy's so fuckin' good for me. so fuckin' good, hmm."
"'m close, baby, 'm so fuckin' close." you feel the familiar waves of pleasure about to wash over you, its crest high above your head like it was taunting you. you are so close. the peak of your orgasm advances nearer and nearer and you can feel your face flushing.
satoru increases the pressure on your stimulated slit and that sends you over the edge. your orgasm comes crashing down over you; your eyes roll to the back of your head while your mouth falls into an open 'o'. you convulse underneath satoru while he repeatedly pistoled into your tightened hole.
a guttural moan tears itself from your throat as overstimulation takes possession of your figure. you writhe and wriggle but you don't tell him to stop. a litany of his name floods out of you like a player.
"where d'yah want me, baby?" he sounds breathless — tired even.
"inside!" the imagery of his cum making your cunt sticky makes you feel all hot and bothered.
"oh yeah?" he cooes condescendingly. "and what if i pull out, hmm?"
the fantasy in your brain is reduced to ash when his words register. you roll your pelvis against him as you did before. the fingers in his hair involuntary tighten. "no no no! satoru, please, ohmyfuckinggod, don't pull out—! don't you fucking dare pull out, 'toru."
your bold command draws out a winded chuckle. "gonna fill this fuckin' pussy up — sh-shit — gonna fill her up just for my girl, yeah."
he relentlessly fucks you into oblivion, groaning as his hips stutter. he's close and your pussy clenching on his dick only egged him on.
"you gonna take all my cum, baby? you gonna watch me fill you up like the good girl you are—? oh fuck meee."
with one last thrust and whiney cry, white spurts of his cum flood your pussy. warmth envelopes your womb and spreads to the rest of your body. his dick twitches as the remnants of his orgasm eases to a halt.
satoru's arms are shaking, strained to the bone. with the last amount of strength that he had, he flipped the two of you over so that you were on his chest. he was almost sure that if he hadn't adjusted positions, he would have collapsed and crushed you.
you yelp at the sudden movement, arms wrapping around his neck. "satoru!"
his soften dick slips out for your abused pussy and you sob at the loss of being stuffed. you feel globs of his cum slip out and soil the sheets.
he pepper kisses all over while leaving a feathery touch along your spine. satoru grumbles into your skin. "you were so good for me, baby, so fuckin' good."
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just seen this random post come across my feed abt the men who whimper or moan a lot and I am now feral bc they so would!
cw: squirting, overstimulation, choking, back-shots, breeding
imagine him gripping your waist, tugging you back against him with each stroke..your soft, round ass ricocheting off of the bone of his pelvis and chiseled v-line. It’s the most beautiful view he’s ever seen, honestly; only rivaled by that of the pearl colored cream emitting from your warmth, slathering his shaft. His fingernails pressed into the soft flesh intersecting your hip and thighs as he relentlessly slams his cock inside of you..
“Baeeee!—fuck..”
the words escaped your lips but didn’t resonate to his ears. In fact, he was so far lost..immersed so deeply in the sensation of your sex. So much so, that his eyes are squeezed shut, head tossed back and mouth agape.
his hands are enclosed around your wrists; pulling both arms back while he’s drilling your shit. Those big, full balls are slamming vehemently against your spasming hole; this motion speeding up along with those deep strokes he keeps feeding that sopping pussy.
there are so many noises..so many mellifluous sounds filling the bedroom but they all pale in comparison to one in particular:
“Oh shitttt!—‘feels so fucking gooood!”
the high pitched, guttural moans escaping his throat, growing louder by the second. His Adam’s apple moving in reaction. You would’ve never guessed that such a sound even came from a big, muscular six foot something man but being buried hilt deep inside of that slippery, slick filled cunt for almost an hour was taking its toll.
the two of you had been going rounds; fucking like absolute animals in every position possible. Tearing the room up with your ravenous lovemaking. The bedsheets are soaked in puddles as a result of him making you squirt like a fountain.
even after all that dick he’s giving you, you’re still gripping so firmly..
“ ‘S so fucking wet..oh my—you just keep creaming on my dick like that..”
by this time, he’s even fucking his own cum out of you after filling you full of nut for the second time only fifteen minutes ago.
needless to say, you were at your limits; damn near overstimulated at this point but it’d be a cold day in hell before he stops fucking you! It feels too heavenly to even dream of pulling out.
he wants to stay in it..live in that pussy if it were possible. But for now, burrowing himself over your entire frame, falling into collapsed back-shots would have to suffice. You can’t even let out screams anymore, forced only to make contorted faces and let tears fall but to him, they are still so beautiful.
not to worry though..because he’s making enough for the both of you! This grown man whimpering like a little puppy as he finally loses his rhythm. He can’t even keep up anymore. That tip consistently poking at your most sensitive spot, prompting you to bury your face into the pillow.
this seems to be his motivator for the final stride..and of course that amazing arch you’re somehow maintaining.
knowing how much you despise having your hair pulled and messed up, he suffices by clutching his fingers across the front of your throat. Tugging you back up with drool seeping from your mouth whilst he fucks you completely dumb.
there’s not one single thought coming across your mind right now and he’s pretty much broke your brain and body.
you’re practically begging and pleading with him to come so you can both have relief but you know it’s futile to even suggest such a thing.
“I-I can’t stop, baby! Gotta..come in this fucking pussyyy.”
his words slurred as if he was intoxicated but he’s merely only pussy drunk; obsessed and immersed deep in the mixture between your thighs.
but sadly, he can no longer maintain his pace and you feel that pressure in the pit of your stomach begin to throb as well..before you know it, those sweet moans begin to sound like full blown cries and unbeknownst, droplets swollen from his eyes on each side of his face fall.
he’s finally done it: fucked himself to literal tears! But it wouldn’t have been possible without your fat, tight and gushing center cradling him for this long. So it’s only right that he rewards you properly..
“GAH! SHIT—(y/n)..BABY—“
you feel that intense pounding come to a halt and his grip on the small of your back become a lot tighter.
giving him that final push to finally stop, you cry in a faint voice of your own, able to tilt your head up in his direction:
“…come for me, baby boy..put that nut all in my pussy..”
there was no need to tell him twice and with what was only followed by an ear shattering scream, he pours the remainder of his seed into that inviting womb. Not even thinking about it giving a damn about what may follow..he just wants to empty those balls and let you milk him for everything he has.
“Shit! Shit..“
he’s fully aware of how pathetic he may look or sound at the moment but you’re the only one who can coax this side from him and for that, he’s not ashamed.
collapsing atop your back, completely drained and flushed..he peppers kisses down your neck and spine, constantly telling you how much he loves you; even gracious for letting him have your body in such a way..
you’re barely conscious and so is he but he just has to tell you one last thing before your inevitable collapse.
you feel his tears dripping against your heated skin and his lips brushing your earlobe, whispering gently..the quietest you’ve heard him all night:
“..thank you for letting me be so vulnerable. Sorry I got so carried away.”
but he has nothing to apologize for because you wanted to hear and make him feel that good all the time.
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A/N: @lxvesickfxxl here's your other spicy request! (The text limit is making me nuts lmao) And I decided to add Gun, and a little bit of Goo, Samuel, and DG because I promised for UI Daniel x Reader and Gun x Reader smut but I still haven't done it yet (well here it is now as an advance Merry Christmas gift you horny mfs LMAO).
Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT🔞! (this post will only be accessed by older audiences), reader and characters featured are 18+ and older (characters have the same age as reader), consensual sex (consent is sexy & hot guys), cunningulus (oral f receiving), fingering, blowjob (oral m receiving), penetration (rough sex on some parts), creampie/breeding kink (reader is on birth control ; everybody use protection in real life when doing it), Danny activating UI mode during the deed, dirty talking/name calling ; slut, darling, honey, daddy (especially on the last part), spanking, use of toys, mentions of masturbation, begging. (I know it's a lot forgive me for being sus ; this post is unedited).
Sex with 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 is always soft and really passionate as he is really clingy to you. Your sight and voice alone is enough to make him worked up. Him jacking off on the shower and whimpering softly making sure to shut himself up since he's really embarrassed if you ever caught him massaging his own dick. Yet the thought of it alone just makes him even more aroused as he now pumps his cock as he felt his orgasm reaching, him waiting for his own finish.
But it's not about him today, it's about making you cry in pleasure as he continued to French-kiss you. You can feel him chuckle on your lips as he continues to roam his tongue into your own warm mouth. He then made his way on the valley of your neck, leaving soft nibbles creating a meadow of lilacs and irises as you continue to purr as Daniel continued to kiss further down south. Sucking at your now aroused bud as he squishes the tender flesh of your breasts making you cry out in surprise as you can feel your own body heating up. Now Daniel is looking up to you with those puppy-eye tactic as he asks permission to continue further. "Babe, is this okay?" him tugging at your black-laced panties as you shyly nodded in approval. He wasted no time in gently pulling down the undergarment. Daniel then spreads your legs to expose your drooling pussy. You gasped as the cold air hits your sensitive and now puffy clit before Daniel licks down on your core making you call for his name. Him continuing to make eye-contact as your cheeks flushed as he sucks at your pearl. Him tasting the sweet juices of your sex drooling down in your hole as you moan when he continues to give you those teasing kitty licks.
"Da-Danny stop teasing." you groaned while pulling his hair down to your sensitive area earning for more friction as you can feel him smirk against your hot and sensitive skin. It was unusual for him to act like this when you're making love all the time. If you pleaded him to eat you whole, he's going to do it without hesitation. But from the looks of it, Daniel may seem to be frustrated as he not only missed doing this. But he also missed you, like a lot since you're both busy with taking down the old man which makes him really agitated. "C'mon darling. It's been a while since I fucked you like this. Don't be pissed off about it." he murmured while rubbing your clit, his warm breath adding up to the familiar yet hooking pleasure as you arched your back when you feel him enter his tongue that your walls wrapped around the wet muscle. Daniel is not the type of guy who wastes everything. So he makes sure that every inch of you is sucked, kissed, tasted, and licked as he moans into your cunt like he's the one being pleasured when your velvety walls would clench around his tongue as he tries to bury his mouth deeper to reach your soft spots. And he doesn't care if he suffocates himself as the musky yet fragrant taste and smell of your pussy is making him insane right now. The tip of his slim nose would bump your now pulsing bud, making you blabber uncoherent nonsense as the bundle of nerves keeps getting stimulated by only his mouth. Your slick drooling down not only down to your pussy but now staining shiny of his mouth and some parts of his captivating face. And you know your vision isn't messing with you when you saw his eyes turning dark when you thought it only activates when he's focused in outside combat.
"Fuuuck! Da-Daniel Oh!" you cried when you're just about to cum but then he stopped. Him going up facing you as you gulped. You can see his silver irises glow and his sclera turn pitch black. Just when you are about to ask him if he's doing well, he pins your arms into the soft mattress as he gives you again another lip-lock. The movements of his tongue is faster than light as you whimper in pleasure at the sudden change of his aura. "Daniel, so good..." you would whisper as he smirks when sucking your neck and down to your nipples again while he bucks his rock-hard dick on your plush thighs. He continued to look up to you like he was again asking for your permission to fuck you up. "It's okay Dan. You have my consent." you softly replied as he gets up and then again spread your legs to expose your heat. The sight of your core even getting wetter makes the blood of his dick rose up as he pumps the base to prepare himself, yet you can see the end turning red as a drop of pre-cum drools down on his dick and even on the couch. Him grinning at your sight staring back at his growing member. He then pushes the tip and his whole member inside quite harshly as you cried feeling satisfied as the sting of pain mixes with the obsessing heat and pressure. Daniel continued to thrust in a quick speed as you continued to mewl and call for his name, your juices from before helps feel better against the building friction. He really likes the way your insides pulsates and tighten when he hits your spots that you yourself can't reach. From this speed, it doesn't take a while for you to feel your approaching orgasm.
"D-Daniel I'm close!" you can barely say as your juices and sweat combines with your entangled bodies and stains his torso. He then buries himself deeper as you shut your eyes as you can almost see the stars when he hits your g-spot. You can feel his dick twitch as he suddenly made you cum for the first time of the day. He's not behind though as after some rough thrusts his dick releases lots of his seed as his jaw clenches as his eyes flutter shut making his long and dark lashes shine adding up to the erotic yet romantic visual . You got to enjoy this side of Daniel, whimpering cutely as he paints your walls white and pulling out, him admiring your hole with the pearly glob of his seed and your own cum while rubbing your clit as he grins at your beautiful face and body. If you're guessing it right he's planning to overstimulate you (again).
"𝐆𝐔𝐍!" you hissed while biting your lip to minimize your sounds of pleasure when the sturdy man unabashedly shoves his slender finger. Your cunt squishes his fingers as he just inserted the third. Your pre-cum coating his knuckles with white cream as his scarred thumb draws circles on your heating clit making your eyes roll back from the sensation. Him chuckling how you look so dumb-fucked. "You kept begging me to stop when you even look more erotic than those women Goo pervs up in those magazines." he commented as you were about to protest that it's the way he fingers you that makes you needier for his touch. Just then the raven-haired male picked up his hand's pace as you moan loudly that you voice starts to get dry and hoarse when he's not even inserting his dick yet.
"Yes.. yes.. YES!" the words shamelessly rolled out of your tongue when Gun keeps pushing and pressing the rough and spongy spot deep inside that makes you feel like you're dancing in Cloud-9. "You keep telling me to insert another finger when you told me that I should hurry up and make you go limp with my cock right now. I can't understand what you really want. Tsk." he glares at your clumping hole as he keep pushing his fingers deep inside that he can probably touch your cervix if he wants to. More, more, and more as you bucked your hips, trying to sync with the lewd movements of his fingers as he chuckles then again with your desperation to cum as quickly as possible. "That's it. Ride my hand like a whore that you are. Good girl." he breathes heavily as he felt your walls release the rope of warm slick. His palms scissoring your pussy as you keep thrusting your hips riding your own orgasm as you closed your eyes as you drowned from the satisfaction.
Good thing that the bastard let you ease up before he slides inside. But despite having a quick break, the sight of your drenched sex from your fingering session earlier makes his enormous dick stand up ready to fuck you and himself. "We haven't even started yet and now you're wetter than before." he commented with a husky voice as you rolled your eyes from his teasing. "It's from before dumbass." you stick your tongue out to annoy Gun but the tactic doesn't seem to work as he just laughs deeply at your mannerism. "Oh yeah? Let's see who's going to beg later on to make this tight pussy cum all over again." he replied in a menacing yet attractive manner as his tip building with pre-cum rubs your vulva and your pearl. He hasn't even inserted the slightest inch of him yet you're already making sounds just by him playing with your outer area. "Hey can you quit it- AH!" you were about to protest from his annoying actions when he inserts his huge member inside your walls. You whimper in delight as you are already getting what you want, you not caring when Jonggun is going fast and quite sloppy right now. In fact the speed that he is going for is the exact way that you want it to be to fill you up.
"Gun! It' feels so good!" you muttered as you wrapped your jelly-like legs on his hips as he bends closer to your face to lean in for a kiss. You sticking out your tongue again as he slid his own into your warm mouth. Your tongues entangling into each other as you can feel him go deeper from your cunt. His dick rubbing your pussy walls as you tighten even more, not wanting him to leave as his tip would pop your cherry. Heavy balls clapping on your ass as he balances his weight, his arms gripping on the mattress just next to your pillow to not crush you out. His mouth devouring yours like a predator hungrily eating it's prey as you felt vulnerable for him. The good way of vulnerable as you felt so loved and pampered by the beast that everyone feared.
"You close?" he asked, pulling away from the kiss as a string of saliva connected from your wet muscles as you can see it on his face that he's closer to reaching his limits. But he wants to make you cum many times. And if you really know Gun well, he can last up into hours by staying in bed and making love with you like this. "So close~" you meowed as you moaned louder when his body would move in a rapid pace as his tip would kiss your cervix. Gun wants to spray his cum inside of you so bad but he's been trying to control himself lately since he didn't want to take care of a toddler yet after 8 months. "Tell me, where do you want me to cum? Should I do it on your mouth or on your tits?" he grinned as he felt so satisfied at your expression. Eyes rolling back on your lids as your tongue was fully out with some drool rolling down of your chin. His thumb cleaning off the spit as you captured his hand to suck it off dry. "Inside! Please inside! Cum inside of me please!" you stuttered as you struggle to speak with his dick making you close to your second orgasm as he pounds into you. "Ahh, so good. You're so fucking good." he hissed as after a few more thrusts he finally made you cum like he promised as he did the same. Your liquids mixing with each other as your legs fell down on the bed from tiredness. If you were not on pill, you're probably be inheriting his bloodline now.
𝐃𝐆 maybe exhausted from work and his endless schedules, but that's no stopping him to breed and fill you up with his cream. Yes, it may not be obvious but the pink-haired lad has the fantasy of spraying his seed into your pussy. He's just really hesitant with going along with it as it has many risks of actually making you pregnant and he doesn't want to clean up the mess. Which resorts to him pumping his thick length especially when you're not together, when he's in the office, or when he's in his own luxury bedroom. He may plan with making a family with you with the future. But he has other businesses to do. It's not only about his idol life and this major crews drama. He gonna make sure that you're having the best time of your life when you're down on the bed, ass up as your two wholes glazed with your own slick is calling for his mouth.
"Hah~ Mhmm James." you lewdly whimpered when his tongue would make contact and swipe at your aching slit. "Sh... I love your moans honey. But don't moan up my name or we would get caught." he scolded yet it has no signs or intention of offense as his tip would tease you as he spreads your ass for him to have access on the bundle of nerves that he's trying to stimulate (which successfully happens right now). You're going for a long hour now since you can't count the times that he made you cum. Him successfully squirting his seed like he wanted. On your tits when he rubs his length between your cleavage and those pretty chest, mouth when you gave him the most amazing blowjob ever, and most especially your tight cunt that squeezes his big cock really well even you have already done this sinful act for countless of times you're with him. With his dick, fingers, or let alone his tongue is enough to quickly finish. You shoving your lower part on his angelic face as you can feel him giggle at your motion, making heat rise up on your face and rose color dust on your cheeks. He continues to ravenously eat you up as he can taste the mixture of his semen and your juices on his tongue. He would travel on your clit that's been crying for his attention. Him capturing the precious and swollen bud as his slim fingers would easily go inside and rub your aching walls. "HAH~ FUCKKKK!" you mewled as you dipped your face on the white and plush pillows as you can almost feel your eyes tear up from the overstimulation.
Anticipation, love, and embarrassment are the feelings that are getting caught up with the obsessing touch of his as his fingers would press down into your G-spot as you continue to whimper and push your ass further into his face. Him spanking your peaches as you let out a cry of shock as the perfect mixture of pain and contentment spreads into your ass as he continues to eat you up like he hasn't eaten dinner and this would be his last.
"Ah, I can't even remember the times when you taste bad. You taste so fucking good for me. Such a good toy for me to release all of my stress~" the idol smirked emphasizing his sharp fangs as he licked his lips tasting his and your essence. His teeth softly nibbling your ass cheeks as you bucked your hips again while he pumps the third finger up in your cunt.
"Fuckkk~!" you mewled when the vibrator would make contact with you swollen clit as you humped on the toy to get the vibration that you want. You can see his lips curl into a shitty grin when he's jacking off in front of your slutty position, your ass was up as he continues to push the other toy in your other hole making you whimper while you can see his veiny cock throb as it needs to be touched, licked, and sucked. Him forcing to stop cumming as he squeezes the base since he wants to nut with you. He's always like this, 𝐆𝐎𝐎 is always a menace to everybody. Especially with you, his girlfriend as it doesn't matter if you're in public or both of you are in bed. Messing up each other not only your bodies, but also your minds as both of your erotic visuals is enough to make each other needy for sex.
"Mhmmm... yeah? You really like that? What a fucking slut you are." he grinned once again as he takes the vibrator off your pussy making you whine from the sudden lost of contact in your heat. "WHY DID YOU TAKE IT AWAY?!" you hissed as he slapped your ass for the third time. The hand marks on your skin is insane, your cheeks swollen as the painful sting surrounds the surface. "And why you're acting like a brat? Isn't this what you really wanted?" he mockingly questioned and you moaned in delight when he finally pushed it in. His veins rubbing your walls the way you wanted it to be, but he's so slow. Super slow that you want to take the matter in your own hands as you really want to ride his cock, if it weren't for his left hand that is strongly restraining your arms to move. "Goo, faster PLEASE!" you begged and sobbed as he chuckles while fixing his dark glasses when he can almost see your eyes tear up from the lack of stimulation that you wanted. Him laughing at your body movements when you would buck your hips to push his member more into you, you falling down in the pit of despair when he disobeys what your body really craved for. And you're sure that he's not letting you dominate him as he thinks it would kill HIS mood.
"You want me to go serious for you? Remember when I did, you can't walk for three fucking days?" the blondie scoffed as you shut your eyes when he goes deeper hitting your spots that begs for attention. But he's still not going rapid, not only because he's worried that you can't make him his coffee in the morning later on. But at some point he's worried that you can't go to work with your legs not functioning properly if he ever goes crazy on you. But you didn't care about it when his member is filling you up. The steady pace with the cavernous penetration makes your mind hazy since it's enough to give you your third orgasm. Your walls squelching as the sound of his balls makes contact with your clit and your liquids staining his torso is enough to make him insane. "Damn, is this really enough to make your legs shake? You want more?" "Yes, want your cum~" you weakly replied as his tip would poke your cervix. You feeling sleepy yet your pussy is still up for another round as your slick would stain your newly washed sheet just after your past bed sessions. "Okay then, if that's what you want." he groaned as he pushed further down as you gasped in shock when your walls would wrap around his cock.
You might need to purchase a wheelchair on Amazon next time :).
"You look so fucking ridiculous right now, can you hear me?" the bulky tattooed man spanked your ass for the hundredth time leaving red colors on your flesh. Him smirking since he's so proud to make you go dumb-fucked as your eyes would close from the overstimulation. Your body was filled with love bites, hickies, and his cum everywhere. His cream is all over your face, your chest, your thighs, and all over your destroyed cunt that you begged him to mess up as you don't care if your co-workers would here you on the office late at night. His semen was all over his work table, and if you're not mistaken some important papers are also stained with his cum all over. And the fact the thought of them hearing the scandalous squelch of his enormous cock pounding deep in your pussy turns you on more as everybody would now that you're only his as he's only for you.
"𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋~" you called for him as he scoffs at your face. You look so ethereal yet pathetic at the same time as he can't help but to think that for a woman like you, you would approve him to have public sex. And most especially in his own company. But the way you screamed and begged for his dick, the way you would perfectly tighten around his immense member, and the countless times you orgasmed just by him using his expert fingers and mouth just boosts his ego making him feel proud of himself. Jake and the other crew members maybe the best and the strongest men in Korea, but can they make a woman cum like this? To make them bend as their holes flutter in excitement just to get properly destroyed? Guess not.
"What is it that you want? C'mon don't be shy~." he purred while massaging your butt cheeks up into your hips while stroking the base of his shaft. Thick veins were growing on the base as the building pre-cum drops on the floor from his now red tip. "Wanna pleasure you~..." you muttered as he raised his eyebrows in slight confusion, but seeing that you're insisting to take the lead makes him a bit hesitant since he's supposed to be the one who will dominate you. The one that who will make you feel good. "Really? How are you going to do that?" he mocks you as a method to even make him feel superior than you. But seeing you smirk and get up using with all of your remaining strength sends him a different kind of butterflies in his stomach as you smooch his pale yet soft lips. Him opening his mouth as you slid your tongue inside of his as your wet muscles danced as he lifts your body and you locking your legs on his hips. With his immeasurable strength, he manages to carries your body to pin you on the marble wall. Him hungrily eating your mouth as if he's a wolf starving for a meal as he pulls you closer to his before he broke the kiss. A string of saliva connects your tongues before you kissed his tattooed neck. Admiring the designs and markings as you nibbled on the stiff flesh and kissing further down south releasing a grunt from Samuel as you made your way into his torso. You pumping the enormous base of his cock as the veins continued to pop up because of his aching erection.
"Hah~ Fucking hell, where did you learned this? Are you so horny that you learned how to eat a dick big like this?" he muttered when you continued to give him those kitty licks with those teasing doe-like eyes. And just when he's about to scold you, you pushed the whole thick and long cock of his on your tight mouth. Him groaning as you bobbed your head up and down and testing your gag reflex while you play with his heavy balls. "That's it... that's right... Fuck so good..." he whimpered while closing his eyes as he pulled your head forcing you to take him whole. Saliva and his pre-cum drooling down on his base as your tongue continue to swirl on his member and his veins and up to suck his tip while your hands plays with his balls and pumping the base. It doesn't take long for him to shoot his load on your throat, you giving pecks on his lower shaft and rolling your tongue on the end of his cock. "You said that I'm weak and can't take your whole thong right? Well look who's crying in pleasure right now." you commented while sucking your fingers clean and swallowing his seed as he scoffed in embarrassment.
A/N: FUCKKKKKKKKkkkkkkkk I"M DONE DOING THIS SHI I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
And Cheonliang arc is coming LETS GO (Lightning Choi might be dead and I don't want James Lee to be Charles' second body WELP)
And another note, which one should I do after the other requests?
#lookism x reader#lookism x y/n#lookism x you#daniel park x reader#lookism fic#samuel seo x reader#gun park x reader#dg x reader#james lee x reader#goo x reader#lookism smut#daniel park smut#park hyungesok x reader smut
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30 Fun Dog Facts
1. The Labrador Retriever has been on the AKC’s top 10 most popular breeds list for longer than any other breed.
2. A dog’s nose print is unique, much like a person’s fingerprint.
3. Forty-five percent of U.S. dogs sleep in their owner’s beds.
4. Speaking of sleeping … all dogs dream, but puppies and senior dogs dream more frequently than adult dogs.
5. Seventy percent of people sign their dog’s name on their holiday cards.
6. A dog’s sense of smell is legendary, but did you know that their nose has as many as 300 million receptors? In comparison, a human nose has about 5 million.
7. Rin Tin Tin, the famous German Shepherd Dog, was nominated for an Academy Award.
8. Dogs’ noses can sense heat and thermal radiation, which explains why blind or deaf dogs can still hunt.
9. The French Bulldog was first named the most popular breed in 2022.
10. The name Collie means “black.” (Collies once tended black-faced sheep.)
11. Yawning is contagious — even for dogs. Research shows that the sound of a human yawn can trigger one from your dog. And it’s four times as likely to happen when it’s the yawn of a person your pet knows.
12. The Dandie Dinmont Terrier is the only breed named for a fictional person, a character in the novel “Guy Mannering” by Sir Walter Scott.
13. Dogs curl up in a ball when sleeping to protect their organs — a holdover from their days in the wild, when they were vulnerable to predator attacks.
14. The Basenji is not technically “barkless,” as many people think. They can yodel.
15. The Australian Shepherd is not actually from Australia. In fact, they are an American breed.
16. … And the Labrador Retriever is originally from Newfoundland.
17. Human blood pressure goes down when petting a dog. And so does the dog’s.
18. There are over 75 million pet dogs in the U.S. — more than in any other country.
19. A person who hunts with a Beagle is known as a “Beagler.”
20. Dogs are not color-blind. They can see blue and yellow.
21. All puppies are born deaf.
22. Dalmatians are born completely white. They develop their spots as they get older.
23. Dogs have about 1,700 taste buds. We humans have between 2,000 and 10,000.
24. When dogs kick backward after they go to the bathroom, it’s not to cover it up, but to mark their territory, using the scent glands in their feet.
25. A study shows that dogs are among a small group of animals who show voluntary unselfish kindness towards others without any reward.
26. The Norwegian Lundehund is the only dog breed created for the job of puffin hunting.
27. Greyhounds can beat cheetahs in a race. While cheetahs can run twice as fast as Greyhounds, they can only maintain that 70 mph speed for about thirty seconds. A Greyhound can maintain a 35 mph speed for about seven miles. The cheetah may start out first, but the Greyhound would soon overtake them.
28. The Bloodhound’s sense of smell is so accurate that the results of its tracking can be used as evidence in a court of law.
29. According to Guinness World Records, a Great Dane named Zeus is the world’s tallest male dog. Zeus is 3 feet, 5.18 inches tall.
30. What about the shortest dog? According to Guinness World Records, the shortest dog ever recorded was Pearl the Chihuahua. She measures 3.59 inches tall.
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kinktober day 11, part 1 - degradation (steve x reader)
ao3 | masterlist
summary: after misbehaving at a halloween frat party, steve takes you back to his place to put you in your place.
contains: gender unspecified reader; costumes (reader wears a skirt and choker); frat boy!steve; mean!steve; degradation; pet play (steve calls reader puppy); ball play; breeding (mentioned); oral (steve receiving); brief rimming; shoe humping; desperation
word count: 1.8k
minors and ageless blogs dni!!!
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“You’re embarrassing,” Steve grits, pulling you along the sidewalk towards his apartment. The cold October wind whips against your thighs as you struggle to keep up with him in the heels he’s chosen for you. Your entire costume was very carefully curated by him to make you feel lesser - to put you on display for both him and everyone else at the stupid frat party you agreed to go to.
Steve was so mean, and that was part of the appeal for you. He was so good at making you feel like nothing. Keeping you beside him while girls came up to flirt with him, to rub against him. And he would flirt right back as if you weren’t standing next to him. He’s so good at teasing, too. So much so that you became impatient and grinded against his leg - which is what got you here.
You can make out Steve’s building from a block away. A nice apartment his parents paid for with plenty more space than your dorm. Plenty more privacy. More freedom for him to do whatever he deems fit to show you your place. You can hardly wait to step inside.
And when you are inside, Steve shoves you against his door, nostrils flaring. You can feel his swollen cock fighting to escape his jeans. He likes it when you disobey him. It’s part of the game. “Did you seriously hump my fucking leg in front of all of those people?”
“You were ignoring me! I just wanted you to pay attention -“
“You were acting like a fucking dog,” he fumes. But he’s not really mad, he’s just insanely turned on. “You want to act like a puppy? I’ll treat you like one.”
Your brows furrow as he saunters away from you, ripping off part of his own costume (the same Tom Cruise one he’s worn the past four years) before looking over his shoulder at you. “On your knees at the end of the bed.”
You do as instructed, falling quickly to your knees on his hardwood floor. Steve returns to you in a black tank, black pants and shoes still on. He stares down at you for a moment before tucking his pointer finger behind the choker you’re wearing, using it to pull you into his clothed crotch. It’s hard not to kiss at lick at the denim, but you wait for instruction, rubbing your nose against his length.
“Should get you a leash,” he mumbles, still tugging you in against him. “Hands behind your back. I don’t want you to even think about touching me.” Once you link your fingers together behind you, he continues. “You were really bad tonight, don’t you think? Making me come home early because you couldn’t wait another second?” You nod. “Well, bad puppies don’t get rewards. They have to earn them. You know how you can make it up to me? You can do tricks.”
Steve lets go of your choker, pushing your head away to unbutton his pants and let his cock spring free. It’s furiously red and swollen, leaking a pretty pearl at the tip. “We already know you can sit. What else can you do, huh?”
He stares at you in silence, waiting for an answer. You really want to ask him what the fuck is up with all the dog talk, but it’s starting to really turn you on, so you go with it. “I - I can play?”
“Play with what?”
Jesus Christ. You can even say it. You just look down past his shaft and to his fuzzy sack before looking back up at him. Steve smirks widely, petting your hair. “Wanna play with my balls, huh? Go ahead.”
His finger is grabbing you by the choker again and pushing your face into him. You immediately relent, sucking gently on them, running your tongue over them. They’re huge, pent up, swollen. Just one of them fills up your mouth. You suckle on them while Steve stands stoically above you, trying hard not to whimper. “That’s right. You’re not worth my cock yet.”
Steve’s free hand comes down to stroke himself, his thumb swiping away the precum pooling at his pink tip. He watches you through hooded eyes and lashes, biting his tongue when you bury yourself past his balls and to his taint. “Bet you love that. ‘s all your good for. Using that tongue to get me off. Kn- know you wanted this all fuckin’ night. Could smell you. Ever- shit - everyone at the party could smell how horny you were.”
His cock is so heavy against your forehead. It’s almost certainly dripping onto your hair, getting it sticky and messy. You don’t care. You’re so unbelievably, embarrassingly, pathetically turned on with him towering over you. You move back to his balls, gently sucking on them, whining and moaning. You want to touch yourself so badly.
As if Steve could read your mind, he says, “Bet you want to fuck yourself, don’t you? Wanna get off while you taste me?”
You nod and whine, looking up at him with shiny eyes. You could cry. You’re so horny it hurts. You aren’t expecting any sympathy, but Steve suddenly maneuvers one of his loafers between your thighs and presses it against you.
“Fuck,” you pant, pulling back in a moment of ecstasy and resting your head on Steve’s thigh.
“Did I say you could stop? Thought we were still playing.”
“Sorry, Sir,” you moan, moving your lips back to his sack.
“Puppies don’t talk. If you want to get off so bad, hump my shoe.”
And god, do you. Grinding on it obsessively. The leather is so smooth underneath you, your underwear the only thing keeping your skin away from it. It gives you the perfect amount of friction, more than your hands or even Steve’s cock could give. It feels so sinful and good and you can’t stop moaning into Steve’s skin, hands clenching and unclenching behind your back.
Steve can’t stand the sight. He’s going to combust. Your chin is spit slick and your eyes are blown out and almost empty - the only thing filling them up, other than stray tears, is your pleasure. He grabs your hair and feeds his cock down your throat in one fluid motion, groaning and trembling when you gag around him.
“Shit,” he hisses, fucking your throat with abandon, wet balls slapping against your chin. “You look like a bitch in heat. Fucking acting li- like it, too.”
You moan around him, trying to remind yourself to breathe through your nose as the thick tip of his cock mercilessly slams into the back of your throat.
“Bet you would have done this in front of everyone,” he growls, “Couldn’t stop yourself from trying to fuck me.” His knuckles dig into your neck as he pulls you forward by the choker again, pulling it so hard that it breaks, falling right between your thighs. “F-fuck, look what you made me do, puppy.”
Your mascara runs. You’re not crying over the choker - it wasn’t even worth a dollar. You’re crying over his cock bullying your throat, over his words, over the feeling of yourself rubbing back and forth on his shoe. Nothing but his puppy. The word echos in your head and gets you closer to coming.
“Really gonna have to buy you a collar now,” Steve grits. “Make you wear it to class. Let - make everyone know you’re mine.”
You whine loudly around him, trying to signal that you’re about to cum. Steve can get the hint - he feels your hips staggering against him. He pulls out of your throat, smiling widely at the messiness of the action. “Beg.”
“Steve, please.” Your voice is thick. “Please please please let me, feels so good, wanna be your puppy forever, wanna fuck your leg til you let me come every single day, want you to breed me like a bitch!”
Steve’s face is red, his arms tensed as his hands rest in your hair. His pupils are blown and black with lust. He almost looks like he’s been drooling. “God,” he pants, thrusting messily against your lips until you suckle the head of him messily. “Good puppy. Just like that. Let - let me -“
His head rolls back, shallowly thrusting into your mouth as he chases his orgasm. A thick vein rubs against your sore lips as he fucks your mouth again, and you make sure to run your tongue along it. Steve’s hands grab at your hair for support, and then he shoves himself into your throat again, right to the hilt, doubling over and clutching you to him as he cums with a loud fuck!
Your hips move again, fast, harsh, gagging and choking around him. It feels like your mind is blank at the pleasure, forgetting to breathe and swallow around him like he’s taught you. Your vision is fuzzy when he pulls away, shaking as he pets your hair - and then he moves his shoe and gently kicks you to lay down on the floor.
“Open your legs,” Steve urges, and you do, skirt sliding up to show off your swollen and wet core. He presses the bottom of his shoe right down on your sensitive spot, pressing it so perfectly that your eyes go cross. You grind against it, hands grasping at the hardwood for any kind of purchase, fucked out and desperate.
“Cum,” he begs, voice cracking. “Cum for me, puppy, soak my fucking shoe.”
And you do, euphorically, with a loud moan. Steve’s eyes are wild as he watches, hair a mess, lips parted. He keeps the pressure on you perfectly until you can’t move your hips anymore, collapsing fully onto the floor and finally resting. Steve moves his foot away from you, a hand rubbing over his face as he looks down at you before he kneels over you.
“You okay, puppy?” he asks, warm hands running up and down your thighs.
You nod, reaching out for him and letting him pick you up off the floor. Your center hurts from all of the exertion - and the stiffness of his shoe. Steve helps you onto his bed and combs your hair away from your face. “You did so good. So good for me, such a good puppy.”
“Shut up,” you moan, falling back onto his plush mattress.
“You don’t like that now?”
“You’re such a freak,” you sigh, staring up at his ceiling, still feeling your post orgasm bliss. “You think any of those girls at the party would let you do this to them?”
“Probably,” he grins cockily, laying down beside you and propping his head up on his hand. “But none of them would ever look as pretty while doing it.”
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Other diseases/illegal breeds
Woobification- Can affect any of them but is most common in the dsmp class and dsmp bench trio. Symptoms are self-pity, crying a lot, developing puppy dog eyes and others around them slowly becoming more like caregivers than they are normally. Fatal because the woobie will eventually stop eating out of fear something bad will happen
Villainification- Most common in DSMP Wilbur. Symptoms are red eyes, becoming meaner than normal and being feared by other MCYTS. Fatal if the villain self destructs
Parentification-Common in older MCYTS such as Philza, Mumza, Puffy and Awesam. Symptoms involve younger MCYTS becoming dependent on them, becoming softer and more parental, and over protective of younger MCYTS. Is related to Fridging. Is not fatal but does alter personality and can disturb younger MCYTS so should be taken to a doctor
The Crimson- WARNING:HIGHLY CONTAGIOUS. QUARANTINE MCYTS WITH THIS DISEASES IMMEDIATELY. Commonly originates in DSMP Bad, Skeppy, Ant and Hannah but can easily spread to other MCYTS. Symptoms are hostile behavior, cult like behavior, drawings of eggs and red growths on their skin. Not fatal but a cure has not been found at this time
Double Life Syndrome- Two MCYTS who share lives due to a genetic defect. Commonly happens in the Hermitcraft class and if they are born near each other. Results in both MCYTS sharing lives. Common pairs include Grian and Scar, Pearl and Scott and Soliditary and Tango. Must be very careful with these ones.
Hardcore-MCYTS specifically bred to have one life instead of the usual three or unlimited. It is now illegal to do this. Can happen to any MCYT however nowadays Hardcore Philzas are the most common. This is due to a Philza’s already high survival tendencies making them perfect for fighting arenas and have bets placed on. Must be treated with extreme care and a hardcore Philza is required to have a comfort Mumza or Technoblade with him
@demonadelem here ya go I added one more :D
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so we can all come to the general consensus that levi is a classy, boujie ass man. We all know he despises messes and making them even more. Everything must be spotless..
that is until it comes to fucking you..and then he becomes the nastiest man alive.
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themes: black !fem maid reader, dom levi (with hints of ocd) thigh riding, degradation (use of slut and whore) pet names (kitten, princess, sweetheart) spit kink, throat fucking, use of sir and daddy, mentions of anal sex and masturbation, there’s a lot of other stuff too. Minors, you’re not welcome.
📝: not sure of the word count but this is a little drabble because levi is on my mind heavy.
oh yes, (y/n), his gorgeous little housekeeper turned personal whore, who he fucks at will and abandons all of his neat freak tendencies for. The absolute vision of beauty strutting around his huge estate with those long legs, plump ass and perky breasts swaddled up in that cute uniform. A skirt about three inches too high…
just barely covering that backside. Enough for him to daydream about bending you over and breeding that pretty pussy as he worked away at his desk.
damn you and the urges you drummed out of him. It was so unbecoming of such an accomplished man. Having vivid wet dreams about his help like a prepubescent teen? It was embarrassing! But not shameful enough to stop him from enacting on said desires..calling you into his office and answering with quite the request when you so sweetly asked:
“Is there something I can do for you, sir?���
and indeed it was. Waving you over with a finger, the normally stoic stock broker, who had amassed millions from his trade, requested for you to join him as he looked over some paperwork. It was no secret, at least to you how Mr. Ackerman felt;
all but obvious when you caught him one night in his study, stroking his cock and moaning your name..loud enough for you to hear him from the other side of the door. It was so fucking hot! This multi-millionaire, busting a nut at the sheer thought of you.
god, he must’ve sounded so pathetic but he could care less. He was sexually frustrated…having been long time single and not looking in the slightest. Granted, he could pay for it if that’s what he chose but purchasing pussy wasn’t really his style. Especially when he had it in house.
being the dutiful and diligent employee that you were, you’d gladly come and assist. How so? By letting him use your slutty mouth as a flesh light and draining his cum down your throat. It was such a mess; that warm nut splattering his bare thighs and your exposed tits. Mixed fluids all over the carpet and chair…but you’d be happy to lap it up.
if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn he saw heaven that night. So naturally, it couldn’t stop there. When the other staff were away, you two would play: having the nastiest, most disgusting sex ever. Complete polar opposite of his public image.
just like that very moment: when you’d obey and come sit atop his lap. That ass brushing his crotch and your clothed cunt slowly straddling his thigh like a helpless puppy. As busy as he was, he needed a distraction..only the kind you could provide. “Kitten, I’m just feeling so fucking tense right now. Work’s got me stressed. ‘Think you can help me out?”
uttering that precious pet name he had adorned you with. And like always, you’d fulfill his wishes with bells on. Once you had worked yourself into an aroused frenzy; dripping through his black slacks and wetting his skin. Practically whimpering when he hoisted your shirt and began groping those beautiful breasts.
even deciding to shove a hand in those panties and press against that swollen pearl..tracing tiny circles and massaging it.
“Y—yes. Whatever you want, sir!” And what Levi craved more than anything was to put you atop that desk, fold your legs behind your head and pump you full of dick until you came everywhere. So fast forward and that’s exactly what came to fruition..
papers and whatnots shoved to the floor, pushed to the wayside and your body was the only thing that remained. Rocking back and forth as he stuffed that sweet spot, stretching it open. “G-ahhh. That’s it, just take this dick, sweetheart…your only job right now, it’s what you’re best at. I don’t even need you to think..” Not to say you didn’t do exceptional work at the other duties but something about the way you tightened around that cock was something special.
gripping at the sides as he jolted you around, making you toss your head back and release a yelp when he so casually decided to shove his all of those thick inches into the deepest part of your throbbing heat..even pressing down when he started bulging and touching your cervix with his tip.
“Hhhngh! It feels so good, sir. Oh shit!”
“You’re making such a mess on me, kitten. Surely you’re going to clean this up, right?” referring to the milky puddle of cream spilling from your little hole, onto his shaft and the mahogany wood underneath you. Mocking the fact that you couldn’t help your body’s reaction..it was all but inevitable to nut all over his dick when he fucked you this good.
but it’s when you don’t answer his question fast enough, because you’re too busy screaming that he snatches (y/n) up by the center of those beautiful curls and forces your head up; making you meet his gaze. Oh, he turns into such an unhinged feign when he’s inside of you. Unable to control himself and ends up pounding your pussy like a brutish animal…so damn hot.
that’s when Levi shoves three of his perfectly groomed digits into your mouth and begins finger fucking your jaws, turning you to a drooling mess..that dumb, slutty expression on your face making him lose it. The trail of saliva trickling down your chin and chest filling his mind with all types of filthy, perverted ideas. “You answer me when I speak, slut. I hate being ignored..”
it’s then that he reluctantly pulls out and goes to the front to fuck that throat. But not without drumming out some of your squirt with him and letting it splatter his barely buttoned white dress shirt. You’re getting your fluids all over him and his workspace…it’s so disgusting, so nasty…and exactly what he wanted!
“I’m sorry, sir..I just—“
but your excuses are of no consolation to him. And instead, he fills your mouth with his dripping erect. Immediately pumping it between those pretty, plump lips of yours. But not without lubricating the inside with his own trail of saliva.
he’s so conflicted…on one hand, he hates the idea that his office is now in disarray. He’s the type that needs to maintain a spotless environment at all times..on the other? Watching you taste the sweet remnants of yourself as he sloppily throat fucks his little slut; strings of saliva bubbling and dangling all over the place. Not to mention the way your nimble fingers toy with that clit because you’re just feigning to feel him inside of you again…
it was the most divine thing ever and he didn’t give a fuck how filthy things got..it was a mess well worth it! “Oh fuck, kitten…I swear you bring out the worst in me. I know it’s not right but I just want to keep pounding this throat until you suck me dry..I want to do all the nastiest things with you, babe. Daddy just wants to give you all of his nut..in here, in that beautiful pussy..”
mindlessly rambling as he tosses his back onto his shoulders, trying to regain a semblance of self restraint. The ever so poised Levi Ackerman has never spoke so vulgar and vile words to anyone but it’s something about you. He’s gently stroking your cheek as you gaze up at him with those big doe brown eyes and fluttering lashes, suckling on his tip like a piece of candy. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll train that cute little ass next. How’s that sound?”
earning him a fateful nod. “That’s my good girl..always doing whatever the fuck I tell you. Exactly why you get whatever you want from me..” his cock twitches once more when you squirt all over those fingers and display the dripping mess mid air. Feeling the vibrations of your moans around his base.
raking a hand through his hair, he proceeds..sucking his teeth and trying to maintain his composure but it’s fading fast. In all honestly, he’s losing his goddamn mind. Like a feral creature in fucking heat, Levi just keeps thrusting upward, getting faster until sweat begins to head around his forehead. As with the rest of his sheen slicked body. He can’t believe that you’ve both been going this hard. Losing track of how many times he’s watched you climax now but it was damn sure time to add his own to the mix.
those heavy, full balls colliding with your hairline were just begging to be emptied and of course, with the assistance of those warm jaws, you were bound to taste his cum in a matter of minutes, if that. Releasing one of those heavy, loud grunts, the normally less than vocal businessman coiled his thumbs around your throat and palms to the back of your neck and fucked your skull with all he had. You could see how desperate and deranged he was..
“C’mon, princess. Swallow this nut for me, okay? Suck this cum out of me like I know you can. Just drain me already..fuuuck.”
never having seen him so vulnerable like this. All of it: the language, the filthy dialogue between you two and the disgusting mess of bodily fluids..it’s all your doing. Only you could drum up such a scene from him. But none of that matters now, and with your tongue scaling the underside of his shaft, you grant his wish sooner rather than later.
with one final twitch, breath catching in his windpipe..Levi releases an extremely loud groan as well as those sought after strings of semen. Pouring every last drop of his warm liquid into the back of your welcoming throat. “Ohhhh, fuck! Take it..take it all from me, baby..” Bubbles and escaping droplets are pooling down the sides of your face and after a full minute of pumping, he finally pulls his sensitive, overly stimulated cock out of your mouth. The tip is practically glowing red, emitting all types of mixed fluids from it.
at that moment, he’s so delirious and spent but feeling prideful all the same. You’ve just swallowed every drop of his cum as if it were nothing..a sign that he had trained his little whore very well. “C’mere..” When you finally come to, you’re greeted with a peck to the forehead, followed by a deep, sloppy kiss from your boss and lover. He has no shame shoving his tongue inside of your mouth after just getting the nastiest head possible.
“You did great, kitten..thank you for clearing my head up. I needed that…” making you grin from ear to ear, your cheeks burning and face twisted into a smile. That white and clear liquid painted all over that beautiful brown complexion like a canvas and undoubtedly, you were his work of art.
chuckling, you’d find the strength to make it onto all fours, teasing that ass in the air; subtly twerking. You were really something when you got going. “It’s my pleasure, sir. Always..” muttering so sweetly as you leaned down, akin to the pet he had been calling you, and lap up your own puddle of juices; gliding that tongue pad across the surface before glaring back up at him..who was already hard as rock once again and in awe of how utterly slutty you got for him..and decided that one round wasn’t going to suffice!
“…matter of fact, let’s just take the rest of the day off. I think we could use a little more time together.”
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How this all began:
Min (Mini-Molly) arrived in my life late August 2020, so as a pandemic puppy (1).
Pandemic puppies describe pet dogs acquired during COVID lockdowns, when people purchased or adopted dogs because they could (all the extra time not going to work or school). In the US alone, 9 million dogs were welcomed into households in 2020 according to one Guardian article (https://www.theguardian.com/news/datablog/2022/jan/21/pets-ownership-pandemic-dogs-cats).
Plus the emphasis of minimizing COVID spread meant people were also directed to stay away from other people (remember social distancing?) But let's face it - people were lonely. And a dog was more than a distraction - they offered comfort.
I personally didn't get Min for those reasons, but in the months preceding I'd had to send 3 senior dogs over the rainbow bridge. I was grieving, and I needed a distraction. What better distraction than a puppy? But because of the lockdowns and uncertainty about COVID transmission, I had to delay getting Min into my household until she was almost 9 months old.
The lockdowns and social distancing protocols meant Min’s exposures to life were sub-optimal. Generally, puppies between 7 to 16 weeks of life are recommended to be exposed to social phenomena. The social phenomena included interacting with different humans, different dogs, and tactile experiences. Which was suggested for setting her up for behaviour problems such as aggression and excessive fear of new things in her environment (2, 3).
As a researcher and professional dog trainer, I recognized I needed to intervene and offset the predisposing factors she had been exposed to. I didn't want her to experience negative health outcomes nor did I want other people to. Given Min's breed, anecdotal evidence and past experience as a veterinary professional suggested she could be a bite risk (as in more likely to bite than other breeds). Because of all the risk factors (5-8), and being a scientist, I became determined to make Min a statistically significant exception to the stereotypes. As in p < 0.05.
Sources cited
1) Brand, C. L., O’neill, D. G., Belshaw, Z., Pegram, C. L., Stevens, K. B., & Packer, R. M. (2022). Pandemic puppies: demographic characteristics, health and early life experiences of puppies acquired during the 2020 phase of the COVID-19 pandemic in the UK. Animals, 12(5), 629.
2) Flint, H. E., Coe, J. B., Serpell, J. A., Pearl, D. L., & Niel, L. (2018). Identification of fear behaviors shown by puppies in response to nonsocial stimuli. Journal of Veterinary Behavior, 28, 17-24.
3) Flint, H. E., Coe, J. B., Serpell, J. A., Pearl, D. L., & Niel, L. (2017). Risk factors associated with stranger-directed aggression in domestic dogs. Applied Animal Behaviour Science, 197, 45-54.
4) Nieforth, L. O., & O'Haire, M. E. (2020). The role of pets in managing uncertainty from COVID-19. Psychological Trauma: Theory, Research, Practice, and Policy, 12(S1), S245–S246. https://doi.org/10.1037/tra0000678
5) Westgarth, C., Brooke, M., & Christley, R. M. (2018). How many people have been bitten by dogs? A cross-sectional survey of prevalence, incidence and factors associated with dog bites in a UK community. J Epidemiol Community Health, 72(4), 331-336.
6) Ozanne-Smith, J., Ashby, K., & Stathakis, V. Z. (2001). Dog bite and injury prevention—analysis, critical review, and research agenda. Injury prevention, 7(4), 321-326.
7) Woodward, L., Milliken, J., & Humy, S. (2012). Give a dog a bad name and hang him: Evaluating big, black dog syndrome. Society & Animals, 20(3), 236-253.
8) Baxter, I. L. (2006). A Dwarf Hound Skeleton from a Romano-British Grave at York Road, Leicester, England, UK, with a discussion of other Roman small dog types and speculation regarding their respective aetiologies. Dogs and People in Social, Working, Economic or Symbolic Interaction, 12-23.
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I just had an absolutely absurd encounter.
I was walking my dog, and he wanted to greet an old lady, and she wanted to greet him, so we went over and she cooed over him and petted him and I gave her a treat to give him and she was all heart-eyed, and then she asked what breed he is.
"A Borzoi." I said, because so far we're lucky if one person per day knows what he is.
"Oh? Never heard of." She said, and cooed some more over him.
"It's a Russian breed, not too common in Sweden." I said.
And this old lady immediately took a step back, frowned, wiped her hand, and said:
"Oh." In a very displeased voice and I just...
Ma'am, he's a dog, he's fifth generation Swedish bred, and I can promise you with one hundred percent certainty, that he had no hand in starting or participating in the war against Ukraine. I can assure you, I can draw charts and send you articles about dog behaviorism that concludes that they are not able to participate in twisted (or any) politics. I promise that my fifth generation Swedish bred, eleven week old Borzoi puppy did not stand next to Putin when he decided to be the manifestation of a human cesspit and gave him his approval.
Ma'am, would you blame a Shiba Inu for pearl harbor??? Are you placing blame on American Bulldogs for the multiple wars the USA have started or engaged in??? Is a German Mittlespitz a Nazi???
Ma'am, please recognize that dogs do not, as a general rule, commit crimes against humanity, and if they do, they are aided by humans in the first place.
Ma'am, you have won the award for the most absurd opinion I have encountered this year, and I'm pretty much chronically online, well done.
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Bubblegum boy's he♡rt.
ㅤ— minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 3K.
ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: switch!haruchiyo, unprotected sex, mention of blood & death, slight breeding kink, nicknames, violence, humiliation kink, cunniligus, blowjob, face sitting/fucking, fmf, overstimulation, choking, mindbreak, fingering, manipulation, monsterfucking¹, slight gore, dark content.
ㅤpairings: sanzu haruchiyo x tomie!f!reader.
request. ┊ tokyo rev. masterlist!
¹ = only because tomie is not human in the original version of junji ito's story.
"My friend died... And her dead body was found in various places all over Tokyo, in lil’ pieces."
"And there were so many pieces, I don't think they've even found everything yet!"
There was a huge murmur and a big mess of low voices that eventually became loud because they were all together.
It was your funeral.
I mean, not yours specifically. Because you felt more alive than ever when you walked through the gates of the university the next morning, the last time you were there was before the school trip with the college group that apparently liked you too much. Liked you enough to cover up your murder and also cut your body into small pieces to be thrown in random places in Tokyo that should not be discovered.
In addition, your real heart stayed with your only friend in the room, since no other girl actually liked you very much.
But now your heart was in perfect condition beating quietly in your chest beneath your white social blouse, unlike the horrified faces of your classmates when they saw you walking down the hall and waving cheerfully.
The pearl-studded tiara on your head that was your most obvious signature since the first class of your first year of college made it obvious that you were the same old; same old girl who should be dead.
The same girl who made women jealous and boys want to kill for you.
And Sanzu Haruchiyo was one of those boys, besides he was one of the few who didn't join the big gossip wheel to slander you after your death in the virtual group room and also one of the few who followed you up and down, almost like a puppy.
The news of your death shook him to the point that he thought they were lying about it just to see him cry himself to sleep last Saturday.
Poor Haruchiyo, he is as sweet as milk chocolate. And you are as poisonously toxic as Belladonna.
Your colleagues, especially those who killed you and felt close to their fingers your flesh being cut open with a sharp knife and the blood beginning to drip on the grass that day, looked at you as if you were a ghost.
But, ghost? Oh, Tomie was not one, she’s just a normal girl. Perhaps extraordinarily beautiful, owner of silky soft hair, delicate skin and a strange leadership making others kill for her.
And yet Haruchiyo felt his chest fill with life as soon as you walked through the auditorium door with a small smile on your lips and walked among the seats to take yours.
Your ears could pick up a few distressed, frightened, surprised comments and you remained indifferent waiting for the class to begin.
"Wasn't she dead?”
"Man... I literally cut... her fucking chest open, must be a twin of hers..."
"And I even felt her veins rupturing, bruh, impossible... I guess I'm kind of crazy, imagining things..."
"I was told this bitch was dead, the fuck ‘s she doing here today?”
"Tsk, she’s wearing the same red lipstick as always... not even after death she becomes a normal person!”
Ironically, 80% of the comments came from girls.
If before Haruchiyo's eyes admired you as an angel, now they stared at you as if you were a goddess, the pupils dilated and the bluish color seeming to vibrate like the falling waters of the Babylonian hanging gardens.
You are alive, he had been lied to. Again, he had reason to live again, his heart nearly piercing the ribs was proof of that.
Your eyes rose from your notepad and locked with Sanzu's, his cheeks tinged red and you nodded slightly in his direction.
And he thought you were greeting someone who was behind or beside him, so he looked away and when he faced you again, he nodded back shyly.
Your hand gestured with your index and middle fingers calling him to sit next to you in the auditorium and Haruchiyo didn't even wait for you to put your hand down to gather up all his things and walk clumsy toward you to take the seat next to you.
— How are you today, Haruchiyo? — Your voice was a melody to him, Sanzu felt in heaven. — Did you miss me this weekend?
— Oh, yes... yes! Very much! — He chuckled embarrassedly, looking up at you. — You look... flawless, angelic almost.
— Almost? — You took a lock of your hair and ran it through your fingers and he swallowed hard, following the movements with his eyes.
— You always are, but today you are a lil’ bit more! — He gave you a warm, almost silly smile. — Today you look worthy of being a movie star.
— So why ‘m I not seeing you with a camera to make a movie of us?
It was fun. All this wordplay with the men who stood at your feet and it was even more fun to watch Haruchiyo trying not to have a fit while answering.
He was so cute, with his gum pink hair always neatly arranged in a well-made mullet. It was almost painful to use him to kill other men.
— I-I can buy one... if you want! — He fought the urge to add: "I'd do anything for you, Tomie”.
Speaking of Tomie, you had been given this nickname since the beginning of your classes at the university, perhaps because you were able to calmly captivate, little by little, any man who passed your way, like a river. Or maybe because someone spread a rumor that wasn't exactly just a rumor of having seen you having sex with one of the college professors near the Shakujii River.
— I want something else, actually. — You answered with a small smile, which would go unnoticed by anyone, but not by Haruchiyo, who had memorized your every feature.
— And I...
Oh, the professor has arrived. The conversation died suddenly and you turned to see even the teacher walking down the aisle between the seats, looking at you as if you were a haunting.
The hour passed quickly for Haruchiyo's liking, he wanted to spend some more time sitting next to you, after all, he had never been this close to you for the previous months.
He would kill just to sit by your side during an ordinary class on a cloudy Monday. But now, the boredom of the class was doing that to him, even though his eyes were going every second to admire your calm and carefree face.
When class was over, Sanzu didn't even want to leave the classroom to go to another; he wanted to spend the rest of the day, the week, the year, the life with you.
It was almost two hours before you met him again and almost like a stroke of luck, because he was in the university infirmary alone trying to take care of a knee injury that had been acquired when he accidentally twisted his foot on the stairs going to the laboratory and fell down.
A small smile appeared on your face before you decided that for the rest of the day there would be no classes. Not for you and not for him.
Poor thing, he needed someone to look after him.
— Haruchiyo? — You called out to him as you entered the infirmary and immediately pushed the door open. — What happened to your knee?
He felt his cheeks blush the same color as the living flesh on his knee, at least the blood had been wiped off.
— I just hurt myself going to the lab. — He shrugged and you leaned over to pretend that you wanted to see the wound a little better, but in reality you wanted to make your cleavage more obvious for him to see. — It's nothing serious!
— Uh? Of course it's serious! — You exclaimed, forcing an overly concerned tone before you knelt down in front of him, took the cotton pad from his hand, and began to swab it around the open wound on his skin. — If you don't clean it properly, it could get infected! And you’ll probably feel more pain than necessary just because of that.
Your body leaned a little closer against his leg, your tits brushing just below his wound and he swallowed hard because he felt guilty that he was starting to feel horny in a situation where you were trying to help him.
— But you... — Haruchiyo propped his hands up on the low bed in the infirmary. — Did it hurt? — You looked at him confused before throwing the cotton in the trash and picking up another to soak in the disinfectant solution. — When you... they told me that you died, Tomie, that they cut your whole body and even... — He wanted to tell you that they had even sent him explicit pictures, but lacked the courage.
— Oh, dead? Honey, I'm standing right in front of you, aren't I? There's no way I'm dead. — A gentle smile appeared on your lips and you returned to the work of tending to his wound.
— Your body doesn't hurt...? From all the cuts and... — You stammered.
— I don't have any cuts on my body, dear, look. — You stepped back and raised your arms, puffed out your chest, gestured to your legs. — I'm perfectly fine and you’ll be too.
In the minutes that passed, Haruchiyo started trying to ask about your private life, trying to forget about the murder, but in the end, he was your puppy and was trying to act like a future boyfriend.
— There! Brand new! — You exclaimed, interrupting his voice, as you finished disinfecting the wound and hands rested on his knees. Your eyes rose to look at his and his cheeks flushed slightly, the blood from his body going to concentrate in the middle of his legs. — Besides, Haruchiyo... remember what I said earlier today? That I wanted something other than a camera? — Your fingers sneaked up his thighs, you could feel every muscle flexing under his pants. — Wanna know what it was?
— Y-Yes... I do, I've been all day just... — His eyes fell on the hands dangerously close to his dick that was already starting to get hard. — Thinking about it.
— Oh, you did? — A small smile appeared on your lips and you moved palms away from his body to go and tuck two locks of your hair behind the tiara. — ‘M I always on your mind? — Haruchiyo swallowed hard, feeling like prey taking dangerous bait.
— I don't want you to think I'm some creepy guy, Tomie... — He whispered, too embarrassed to answer the question directly and your hands returned to his thighs, now his cock was fully hardened and forming a boner beneath the pants.
— I’d never have thought you were a creepy guy, Haruchiyo! — You nodded for emphasis. — You're so cute and handsome, I've never heard anyone say anything bad about you... — Your fingers brushed against his dick and he gasped, trying to bite the lips to stifle it. — And you always like to help others, don't you? — His head nodded in agreement, your hands going to unbutton his pants. — And you’d do whatever I needed, right? — He whispered "Yes, anything" almost automatically. — Everything? Absolutely everything? — His underwear was pulled down with the pants and your tongue ran over the lips as you saw his pink tip already dripping pre-cum.
— Yes, everything, every single thing for you! — Sanzu nodded desperately and grunted in frustration as you got up off the floor.
He thought you were going to leave him there to get off alone, but, in reality, what you did was lean toward him and take his lips in a slow, sensual kiss that took his breath away completely.
His hands came up to hook themselves in your social blouse to start opening its buttons, and the time to distract him with the kiss was perfect for you to use your own powers to make and materialize from the corner of the face a clone in your image that looked exactly like you. Perfect for reducing Haruchiyo to a drooling mess.
You pushed him back, making him lie on the bed, and knelt down again as your clone tangled fingers in his pink hair and pulled him in for another kiss.
Haruchiyo thought he was dreaming, although the touches of your delicate fingers on the swollen tip of his long, pretty cock seemed all too real. And even though he thought he was dreaming, he still brought hands to the clone's clothes to undress her body while you began to pump his dick gently.
In a matter of seconds, your mouth was around his shaft, up and down, up and down, and his fingers were sliding through the folds of the fake Tomie before she sat up on his face the way he had dreamed so many times.
And it was even more mind-blowing to think that you were feeling exactly the same thing he was doing to your clone. Every lick, every suck, every wet kiss on your clit, all making you moan around him and eventually a hand of his clamped down on your hair to try to force your face further against his groin, to make you swallow him until you choked.
You even let him force hips against your mouth and fuck your face, after all, it was worth having your mouth used if he was also indirectly eating you out and making your panties get wet in a mixture of saliva and slick.
You could even hear Haruchiyo's gasping moans being muffled by the clone's pussy and as lifting the face a little, he looked like a complete mess as soon as she got off his face and let you get a nice view of his wet chin, dilated pupils and reddened cheeks.
As soon as your eyes locked, his cock twitched against your tongue and you let it out of your mouth. He wouldn't cum anywhere but inside you.
— Oh, look at you, is two too many for you, Haru? — A cynical chuckle escaped you as you looked from his dick with a red circle at its base from your now smudged lipstick to his flushed face and your body rising up to climb over his.
And, yes, two was too much for him. But it was one ‘too many’ that he was willing to take.
— N-No, please, I need more and... — One of your hands wrapped around his neck and you sat on his groin, one leg on either side of his body.
— I know what you need, bubblegum boy. — An embarrassed, slurred groan escaped him as he heard you call him that, it's a nice nickname for a nice puppy. — I always know, don't I? — You rolled over against his cock and Haruchiyo's hands came down on your waist to make you rub yourself harder against him.
— Yes, y-yes mhm! Always, you always do. — He groaned again as he felt your clone's hands grab his hair and pull him into another more needy kiss.
After pulling your soaking wet panties aside and lifting your short skirt, you slowly guided his dick into your pussy and sat on him at once, unable not to moan as you felt every vein pulsing against your walls.
And, damn it, you had no idea that Haruchiyo was this close to cumming. He ended up dumping his first load of cum almost the same second your cunt swallowed him to the base.
The internal pressure of the jets made you almost lose your balance. It was so good, psychedelically good. Sanzu's hands on your hips held you still and he began to thrust into your insides enjoying the feeling of being able to fuck his cum into you and feel the overstimulation taking over his body.
A white circle joining the one made by your lipstick at the base of his shaft as it moved in and out of your tight pussy.
Your hands resting on his chest and head falling back each time he hit your G-spot and pushed you closer and closer to orgasm.
You took five of his ten fingers from your waist and brought them to the fake Tomie's dripping pussy to make him rub and press against her clit and then slide three fingers inside her.
The sensation was too much for your body, you were too full and felt as if your mind was going to break. Deep down, that's exactly what you wanted, but this came in the form of an intense orgasm that made your walls clench around his cock with enough pressure to almost not let go again.
Your hand, gripping Haruchiyo's wrist, forced him to keep fingering your clone and making you keep feeling full, your body going down on his dick and continuing to milk him. You needed to feel the amazing sensation of having the pressure of his cum jets again, even if it caused overstimulation.
All the while, he was busy sucking and licking the fake Tomie's tits until you tangled your fingers in his hair and forced him to look at you.
— Inside ngh, I want it inside again, got it? — You asked, and you could tell by his unfocused eyes that he wasn't even paying attention, the pleasure was already frying his brain and turning him into your complete slave. — All your cum inside me, that's what you wanted all this time, isn't it?
And his next climax hit his body full on as he babbled several "yes, yes" and thrust hard inside your pussy to pour his cum as deep as possible, filling you to the brim and making you moan loudly while your other hand went to the clone's neck to choke and suffocate her without caring about her fingers clutching at your wrist trying to stop you.
Now there was only room for one Tomie. And you were the most beautiful, the only one who deserved to live.
As her unconscious body fell beside Haruchiyo's, he looked at you incredulously, his breathing quickened yet.
Oh, it wasn't a dream after all.
— You said you'd do anything for me, didn't you, bubblegum boy? — You took his face in hands before kissing him and letting his cock pull out of you so that his cream was dripping down your thighs. — Then burn her body to ashes, ‘til there’s nothing left. — You whispered, lips brushing against his. — And then go home and change your clothes, preferably into ones that can be burned as well.
The people who killed you before had better lock their doors tight.
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the crimson shell (llll)
— pairing: jungkook x f!reader
— genre: mermaid au, yandere au
— w.c: 4.6k
— warnings: explicit sexual content! heavy dub-con touching/intercourse, forced breeding, oviposition, mentions of death/violence, general yandere themes
— notes: ah, here we finally are, the last part/finale to the story! please keep the warnings in mind, and don’t read this chapter if you’re uncomfortable with anything stated above!
Part I / II / III / IIII
You’re not sure how long you’ve been here. After the second week of just blankly staring at the never changing cave walls surrounding you, you figured there was no point in keeping track of it. What good does it do you anyway? It’s not like counting the days will miraculously get you out of here. While you might not know the number, you do know that it’s been far too many. Your skin has grown pale and gaunt from the lack of sunshine and warmth you’re so used to, and the diet of raw fish hasn’t exactly been very kind to you. The cave is tall enough for you to stand up in comfortably, so at least your circulation isn’t completely shot, but you honestly lack the energy to stay on your feet for too long. Escaping, even just back up to the island, is your only chance at survival. You don’t think you’re going to last very long down here. It’s already gotten to the point where you’ve begun looking forward to Jungkook’s short daily visits, even just the sight of something almost human enough to keep you sane.
You let out a heavy sigh, the noise echoing around the cave as you lean back against the stone wall. Over the last couple of days, the creature has begun to bring you little treasures alongside with your food. You’re not exactly sure why, but it’s nice to have something to do – even if it’s just tracing the patterns on the lockets and pendants over and over. You run your fingers over the small pile of golden jewelry by your side, trying your best to keep your thoughts away from the people it must have belonged to. Jimin might have managed to get away, but you doubt the rest of them did. Two of the pendants in your pile belonged to the crew Jimin brought with him, and you suspect that if you give Jungkook a few more days, he’ll bring you the remaining three. As if you summoned him with your straying thoughts, a small splash in the water alerts you of the creature’s arrival. You turn your head just in time to see Jungkook hoisting himself up on the ledge, another fish and a new pendant dropped at your feet. You silently scoot closer to the edge, offering up your hand to the creature’s expectant red eyes. Jungkook nuzzles into your hand with a happy thrill, rubbing his cheek along your palm. You suppress a shudder at the sound, ignoring the soft skin underneath your fingertips as you stare at the headless fish at your feet. Sometimes you wish you could share the same fate as your food.
You let Jungkook cuddle your hand for as long as he wants, knowing that denying him will only make things worse for yourself. If you look past the sharp claws and teeth, Jungkook is hardly anything more than an oversized puppy. He seems to crave constant affection and confirmation that he’s done good when he brings you food or treasures. You think you might would have found it sweet if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s keeping you trapped here – and that he’s a monster. There’s nothing sweet or innocent about the creature in front of you. You let out a small breath of relief as Jungkook drops your hand, but he doesn’t immediately sink back down in the water as he normally does. You watch in confusion as he pushes the fish closer, the gold chain around it rattling as it drags against the stone. You hesitantly pick it up, praying that Jungkook isn’t going to stay here and watch you eat it. The raw fish already makes you nauseous, and there’s no way you’ll be able to stomach eating it with an audience. Especially one that likes to punish you when you do something he doesn’t like. Call you crazy, but you don’t think gagging at the food he brings you will make him very happy.
You slowly unwrap the chain, putting the fish back down to turn over the locket in your hands. You suck in a harsh breath at the familiar design at the front, the intricate carved flowers making bile rise in your throat. You had this made for Jimin years ago, back when you were still best friends. You two stayed friendly even after you started drifting apart, but you figured he would’ve gotten rid of the locket by now. You can’t believe he kept it all this time. That he still wore it. Your hands shake as you gently pull on the clasp on the side, a strained sound leaving your lips as you flip it open. A picture of you and Jimin smiles back at you, your faces bright and carefree. Jimin has an arm slung around your shoulders, his eyes closed into little crescent moons from how hard he’s grinning at the camera. The pure happiness in the photo makes your heart clench. Despite knowing Jimin was the one who lead you here, you find yourself desperately missing him for a split second before you can catch yourself. God, maybe if you accepted that marriage proposal from the baker’s sleazy son last year you would’ve at least been safe. Home.
You’re yanked out of your thoughts as Jungkook tugs you closer to the ledge, a clawed hand quickly snatching the locket out of your grasp. He lets out a series of chirping noises as his red eyes drag from the locket to you, and Jungkook taps your smiling face in the photo before he does the same to your leg. You stare in bewilderment as the creature drops the locket back in your hands, his lips stretched into a nightmarish version of a smile before he lowers himself down in the water. You swear your heart stops the moment you see the rows of teeth lining his mouth, and it refuses to work again until Jungkook is fully submerged and swimming away. You hastily scoot back from the edge, the locket clutched tightly in your hand. A bitter smile graces your lips as it dawns on you that you’ve figured out how Jimin traded your life for his. The picture. While you can’t be sure of exactly how he managed to communicate with Jungkook, you’re sure that being stranded here for six months must’ve been more than enough time to figure out a way to converse without using actual words. With Jimin as living proof in front of him, the creature must’ve understood that it meant that you were real too. And that if he had managed to get Jimin, then there would be a way to get to you. It was probably easier for Jimin to trade your life for his when he had something tangible to show Jungkook, when he had proof in his hands that you were out there too. A part of you hopes that maybe Jimin tried to convince Jungkook to change his mind, to take someone else instead, but you have a feeling that even if he did, the creature wouldn’t have budged. From the time you’ve spent on the island it has become very clear that Jungkook is stubborn and used to getting what he wants – but you suppose that’s only natural for a creature like him. How can something tell you no when it has already been eaten?
Of course, Jimin had no way to be sure that you would set sail for Jungkook’s island. But, while there was no guarantee you would risk travelling that far, your old friend knew how desperate you were for money, and the lengths you were willing to go to keep your family afloat. You suppose he knew how easy it would be to trick you as long as there was a bit of gold involved, and Jimin was dripping in it when he came back. You just hope he at least had the decency to spare your family a gold ring or two after you left, considering he sacrificed you to go free. You toss the locket aside, not really caring where it ends up as long as it’s far away from you. You force yourself to take a few deep breaths, trying your best to quell the anger burning through your veins. Being mad at Jimin won’t do you any good while you’re stuck down here, so you allow yourself to whisper out a string of curses at the man before you lock away the heavy feeling of betrayal deep into your chest. Seeing Jimin’s smiling face has reignited your dwindling spirit, and you decide that you will get out of here, even if it is just to hunt Jimin down.
The next time Jungkook comes back to visit you, there are no more treasures. Instead, your eyes widen in surprise as the creature gently places a familiar shell and pearl down by your feet, next to your twitching meal. You’re certain you left them near your bonfire higher up on the beach, but judging by the scratches and roughed up skin on Jungkook’s arms, it seems like the creature probably dragged himself all the way up there to get them. You feel your throat run dry at the thought, at the fact that you weren’t even as safe on land as you had first believed. If Jungkook was willing to bring himself up on land to get them, then you’re sure they must mean something important. It can’t be a coincidence that both the shell and the pearl have the same deep red colour as Jungkook’s tail and eyes, and come to think of it, didn’t your luck begin to turn after you picked up it that evening before you left?
Jungkook lets out a chirp as you pick up the shell, the creature leaning forward to rub his head against the back of your occupied hand. You eye him warily as your mind races through what has happened ever since you left home. You really, truly, hope that you’re wrong, but based on how everything started after you picked up the shell and how the creature acts – how he provides for you, how offended he acts when you push him away and how affectionate he is, you fear you might have accidentally accepted a courting offer. You’ve seen similar patterns in animals before, and while you’re not entirely sure what Jungkook really is, you think it’s safe to assume that the same thing might apply for him too. What you can’t really wrap your mind around is why he waited so long. It took weeks before you left after Jimin returned, and you were down by the beach every night. The unexplainable fear you felt was probably something deep inside of you that recognized that you were being watched by a predator – by him – but you didn’t know enough to connect the dots. Jungkook had many chances to grab you, but he didn’t. Not until you accepted his shell. Convenience maybe? That this whole trade was easier if he made you come to him? Or maybe some weird kind of custom his kind has? He is half human, after all. But you can’t be sure. If anything, Jimin could’ve at least had the decency to teach you how to converse with him if he was going to throw you to the sharks, or rather, Jungkook. Either way, you’re sure Jungkook would’ve eventually found a way to get to you even if you didn’t leave on that boat.
You’re shaken out of your thoughts when the feeling of soft skin leaves the back of your hand. The clicks falling from Jungkook’s lips are uncharacteristically soft as he pulls himself up on the ledge, those deep red eyes trained on yours as he tugs you closer. It only takes one hard yank before you find yourself caged in underneath Jungkook’s arms again, legs on either side of his waist. Your pulse quickens as you’re reminded of what happened the last time – you’re not exactly eager to pass out again from being smothered by his weight.
You feel like you shouldn’t be surprised that Jungkook manages to carry his entire weight on one arm, while the other begins to roam across your body. After all, he did drag himself up on land and back, and the part you had on top of you last time was hardly anything. The weight of his entire tail must be extremely heavy out of water. You know the creature doesn’t like it when you don’t pay him attention, so you let your eyes rest on his collarbones, watching as a few drops of water run down his skin. Keeping eye contact is too intimidating, those deep red irises makes it feel like you’re staring right into the depths of hell.
You dig your fingers into your thighs as Jungkook’s hand dips under the torn fabric of your shirt, the unusual texture of the web between his fingers making you squirm uncomfortably as it drags over your skin. You’re very aware of the sharp claws hovering above your delicate stomach as he explores, but at least the creature knows to not let them touch. Jungkook’s hand trails over your sides, your stomach, all the way up to the underside of your breasts. You swallow thickly as a knuckle brushes against the soft flesh, Jungkook’s motion suddenly stilling at the contact. You’ve always managed to push him off before he’s gone any further, but you can feel the shift in the creature’s mood today. You know he’s not going to take no for an answer. But, that still didn’t prepare you for the sudden gush of wind brushing across your exposed chest, your shirt split clean in two with the help of Jungkook’s claws. Before you can scramble to cover up, Jungkook lets out an excited chirp, his hand quickly moving back to your chest. Your mind goes blank as he places his palm over one of your breasts, experimentally squeezing and massaging it as he watches you curiously. You grit your teeth as Jungkook plays with it, ignoring the little tingle of heat in your stomach whenever he does something your traitorous body likes.
You try to convince yourself that Jungkook is probably just excited to see parts of a human body he hasn’t seen before, that he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. Your breath hitches as the webbed texture between Jungkook’s fingers glide over your nipples, a soft moan falling from your lips before you can stop yourself. The noise only seems to spur him on more, Jungkook repeating the motion to hear the sound again. A harsh squeeze on your breast forces out another moan, your hands flying to Jungkook’s chest. Your fingers twitch against his skin, your head telling you to push him away, while the building heat in your stomach and the growing wetness between your legs wants him close to finish what he’s started. You settle for digging your hands into his skin, grounding yourself in his body, knowing that pushing him away won’t do you any good. Jungkook lets out a happy thrill at your touch, lowering himself closer to your body as his hand moves from one breast to the other. You can feel his eyes burning into your skin, your body growing warmer and warmer under his intense gaze. There’s too many sensations at once – cold water dripping against your overheating skin, Jungkook’s long hair tickling your face, the soft and rough skin of his hand squeezing and moving across your flesh. Your eyes glide shut before you can stop yourself, forgetting your own rule of never letting Jungkook out of your sight. It’s just .. too much. Your body doesn’t know whether to hate the attention or love it, your chest tight with disgust while your stomach swirls with pleasure. At least with your eyes shut, and as long as your hands stay on his chest, he feels human. Human enough to make this whole thing a little less horrible.
Your legs tense as you feel more of Jungkook’s weight against your body, his hips pressing down more firmly against yours. You don’t pay it too much attention at first, too occupied by the hand on your chest. At least, that’s until you feel his hips begin to slowly move back and fourth, grinding against your clothed core. Your eyes fly open at the sudden friction, head spinning as your walls clench with need. You’re sure the flimsy material of your trousers must be soaked by now, and the realization that this creature is the reason behind it makes your cheeks flush red with mortification. You stifle a gasp as Jungkook pinches your sensitive nipple between two fingers, another happy thrill filling the cave as he rolls his hips harder against your mound. You can feel the heat in your lower stomach building rapidly, the coil almost ready to snap when Jungkook suddenly stills. You push down the needy whine in your throat as Jungkook removes his hand from your body, the creature pulling himself up further on the ledge.
Your confusion dies as your eyes travel down a little further past his hips, the arousal you felt quickly washed away by terror as you notice a slit in his tail, and something extending out of it. You nearly choke on your own spit as it finally clicks, trying your best to scramble out from beneath Jungkook’s hold as his cock becomes fully unsheathed. Jungkook lets out a series of low, warning clicks at your struggle, his clawed fingers digging into your shoulders as his arms keeps you caged you in. You look down in horror as you feel him resume his grinding against your clothed sex. It’s nothing like you’ve ever seen before. His cock is slightly tapered at the tip, growing thicker down against the base. What you thought was just some misplaced curiosity is obviously more than that, because now, there’s no doubt in your mind that Jungkook’s plan is to fuck you. You ignore the pain as sharp claws dig into your skin, trying your best to twist out of his hold. Logically you know there’s no place for you to run to down here, and that was probably what he wanted all along. Still, your heart hammers painfully against your chest, urging you to at least try.
You don’t succeed in doing much more than twisting yourself over on your stomach, fingers clawing at the stone in an attempt to pull yourself away. You barely have time to process the hiss leaving Jungkook’s throat before the remaining fabric of your trousers are sliced clean in two, leaving you completely bare. The next roll of his hips sends his cock rubbing over your ass, your body trembling at the wetness that seems to be coating it. The scales on his hips are rough and sharp as they drag over your soft skin, and you don’t doubt they'll feel like tiny little razors if you move against them wrong. You’re still trying to drag yourself away when Jungkook’s arms comes under your body, one wrapping underneath your arm to hold the opposite shoulder, and the other curling around your stomach. The creature lets out another hiss at your squirming, pulling your flush against his chest. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, the steady rhythm such a contrast to the wild beat of your own as he once again moves against your body. The new position sends his cock gliding between your legs, the shaft rubbing along your folds and coating it with the same slick fluid you felt on your skin. You dig your fingers into the stone floor, but your body is locked up tight against Jungkook. There’s nowhere for you to go.
Jungkook lets out another warning noise before he rolls his hips forward again, the tapered tip of his cock catching on your entrance. You let out a strangled moan as Jungkook’s cock sinks into your heat, your walls stretching around him as he pushes in deeper. Your arousal from earlier combined with the wetness around the creature’s cock makes the slide painless aside from the uncomfortable burn of being filled too much, too fast. Jungkook’s excited thrill at finally being buried inside your heat rings in your ear from the close proximity, his tongue dipping out to flick across the sheen of sweat at your nape. The creature begins pulling his hips back, not giving you any time to adjust before he snaps them forward. You let out a choked moan as he fills you up again, vision growing hazy as he sets a brutal pace from the get go. You can feel the harsh slap of his hips against your ass with every thrust, Jungkook letting out a pleased hiss as he continues to slam into you. You can feel the tapered length twitching and pulsing inside of you as he moves, more wetness seeping out of his cock to mix with your own. Every thrust leaves you gasping for breath, and the hold Jungkook has around your body feels like you’re wrapped up in steel. You have no choice but to lay there and take it, but as the creature’s cock nudges over your sweet spot repeatedly, you realize to your own horror that you like it.
Lost in a daze of arousal and fear, you don’t even realize the creature has been moving the both of you backwards until you’re suddenly plunged into the cold water. You let out a startled gasp as Jungkook’s length disappears from your heat, and you thread the water forcefully to keep your head above the ripples as you try to figure out where the creature went. You feel his hands before you see him, claws wrapping around your waist as Jungkook pushes you against the ledge. You let out a pained groan as your back collides with the stone, your hands scrambling up to grip the edge of it. You freeze as Jungkook’s head slowly emerges from the water, those deep red eyes looking hungrier and wilder than you’ve ever seen before. It only takes a moment before you feel the creature’s chest pressed against yours, his cock slipping in even easier with the new position. It doesn’t take many thrusts before you’re forced to wrap your legs around his waist to keep yourself afloat, your arms shaking with the effort of keeping your head over water. Your fingers slip a little against the wet stone, your eyes widening as you seem to sink even further down on Jungkook’s cock. You’ve never been so full before, almost delirious as he picks up his pace. Jungkook’s hands are relentless as they glide over your skin, pinching and rubbing every part of your body.
“F-fuck,” You moan as your clit rubs against his tail, the roughness of the scales making a bolt of arousal shoot through your body. You don’t even realize your hips are moving against his as the tightness in your gut grows, the pressure building more and more until it suddenly unravels, waves of pleasure ripping through your body and making you see stars as you come on Jungkook’s cock. The creature lets out something close to a growl as your walls clamp down around him, and he fucks you straight through your orgasm and into oversensitivity with an animalistic pace. You whine as Jungkook’s cock begin to swell, grow, his hands stilling on your hips to pull you flush against him as he comes. He lets out a pleased chirp as the burning hot come floods your insides, a broken moan escaping your lips as Jungkook slows down the harsh pace. It’s done, you think, relieved. He’ll probably leave you alone now. So it confuses you when Jungkook’s eyes slide shut, soft clicks leaving his lips as he pushes you even harder against the stone behind you. He’s still working his hips in and out of your heat, and you realize that even though he just came, his cock is still hard and growing, still stretching your walls.
Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you feel something moving up Jungkook’s cock, a firm but soft sphere spurting from the tip and into you. It takes a second for your hazy mind to connect the dots, and you realize a little too late that the creature is laying eggs. Inside of you. Jungkook is breeding you. You desperately try to push against his chest as you feel the second egg travel up his cock, but Jungkook only tugs you closer, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as his chest rumbles. You stifle back a moan as the second egg joins the first, the foreign texture brushing along your sensitive walls. The creature purrs as he released another spurt of eggs, slowly grinding his cock back and fourth as he breeds you. You cling on to the ledge behind you, disgust and pleasure wracking through your body as another egg joins the rest. A deeper click, something almost close to a groan, falls from Jungkook’s lips as he forces the last egg into your tight heat. Your eyes nearly roll back as you feel his cock nudge against your cervix; Jungkook’s slow pace fucking the eggs around inside of you. If you thought you felt full before, it’s nothing compared to being stuffed to the brim with Jungkook’s thick cock, eggs and come.
You can feel Jungkook’s breath ghost across your exposed wet skin, the harsh puffs of air sending chills down your back. Your hands finally slip from the ledge, too exhausted to keep you up anymore. Before you can wrap your shaking arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, the creature suddenly detangles you from his body, quickly hoisting you back up on the ledge. You let out shaky moan Jungkook’s cock once again slips from your heat, your body feeling surprisingly empty despite the eggs still resting inside of you.
“Shit,” You hiss as you strain to push yourself up on your elbows, gliding a hand down to your stomach. You can feel them inside of you when you press down, little bumps gliding around under your fingertips. Panic builds under your skin – you have to get them out. There has to be a reason you’ve never heard of creatures like Jungkook before. You doubt you're compatible to carry his eggs, and you don’t even know what will happen once they begin to grow. And even if you were, it’s not like you want them. Just as your hand is about to slip down to your slick folds, Jungkook hoists himself up from the water, once again covering your body. He snatches your hand away with a series of threatening clicks, barring his sharp teeth as he lies down on top of you. You twist your head with a fearful whimper as Jungkook pushes your hand into his hair instead, the weight of his body not totally crushing, but still enough to make you feel lightheaded.
You squeeze down around the eggs without meaning do, bile rising in your throat as they catch on your entrance, too big to push out without any help. Your eyes land on the crimson shell and pearl pushed over to the side of the cave. Your chest feels tight as it dawns on you that while the shell were likely a courting offer; the pearl must’ve been a mating offer. And you had accepted both. Your eyes begin to sting as you feel Jungkook’s chest rumble against yours, the pleased purrs making you feel sick. You hesitantly shift your gaze back to him, curling your fingers painfully tight into the wet locks underneath your palm as you find those deep red eyes already staring back at you. A twisted rendition of a smile blooms on his face, the rows of sharp teeth glistening as he looks down at you. The message in his gaze is clear – you’re keeping the eggs.
And there’s no way he’s letting you go.
a/n: oh boy. hopefully only those of you that were okay with the warnings made it this far. because i know i’ll get questions: jk fertilized his own eggs when he bred y/n, and y/n will basically serve as an incubator (poor girl lmao) for a while. she’ll push the eggs out eventually and then the eggs will hatch on their own. and no – i have no plans of doing jk’s pov any time soon, and it’s up to you to imagine y/n’s fate.
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pearls
Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader
Genre: pure smut
Word Count: 3.7k
Summary: There’s something about Harry’s pearls that just get you going.
Warning(s): a fascination for harry’s pearls, oral (f receiving), slight degradation, he smacks her thigh one (1) time, unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool!!! (or make sure he wraps his!!!!), choking, breeding kink, aftercare
A/N: this is literally just smut!!!!!! reader’s discretion is advised!!!! read at your own risk!!!! anyway, i went completely in for this one please don’t come at me for my love of the pearls, okay????? it’s almost worse than the love for the rings!!! actually, who am i kidding?? it’s definitely worse than the love for the rings!!!!! the necklace is just so hot and it rests on his pretty little clavicle so fucking nicely like oh my god someone save me i cannot breathe!!!!! anyway!!!!! without further ado, here’s just a whole lot of filth!!!
also thank u to @glowunderthemoon for the visual and the ideas!!! also thank u to @strawberryystyles, @sweetheartharry, @soullikestyles, @lookupandseethestars, and @mindofharry for screaming about this with me <3 thank you guys for the ideas and the hype and for just being the way you are i love u guys or whatever
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Y/N’s been needy for Harry since he walked through the door. He came into their house in black designer dress pants and an extremely expensive white button up shirt that all but made her drool. She was sitting on the couch as she watched him kick off his shiny black boots and shrug off the jacket that matched his pants.
All of these things made her want him, but what really set her off was the delicate string of pearls that were perched so perfectly atop his clavicle. He’s been wearing them for weeks and there’s something about them that make her arousal pool in her underwear faster than anything else.
She hasn’t told him this, of course. She doesn’t really think that he’d understand her fascination with a piece of jewelry, so she just went about her search for satisfaction like she normally would.
Harry, however, had different plans. Sure, she hadn’t told him about the infatuation that she had grown to have with his pearls, but he had easily found out. He could tell by the way that her eyes got a little bigger and she gulped every time that he would run his finger across the beads and pull just a bit when he was stressed. He noticed the way that her thighs would clench when he took the necklace into his mouth and how, just once, she let out a gasp when he let it fall from his mouth and there was a thin string of spit connecting his lips to the beads. That’s really when he knew, because she hid her face and tried to push it off even though he could see the way that she was rubbing her thighs together.
So, when Y/N strolls into their room and comes up to Harry, giving him her signature pouty look, with her bottom lip jutting out slightly and her eyes wide, almost innocent, he gives in easier than she thought he would, but that’s simply because he wants to test out what exactly his pearls do to her.
He grabs the back of her head firmly and pulls her closer to him the second that she whispers to him, telling him that she wants him. He presses his lips to hers hungrily as soon as she’s close enough for him to do so. She immediately kisses him back with just as much fervor, loving the way that his mouth molds with hers just like they were made to be kissing each other. He pushes her back onto the bed as he swipes his tongue over her bottom lip, and she quickly opens up for him, letting him dip his tongue into her mouth to dance with her own.
As her back hits the bed, he maneuvers one of his thighs to slot between hers and he applies the slightest bit of pressure when he feels the warmth of her heat seep through the layers of fabric that are keeping them from each other.
Harry pulls away from her mouth to catch his breath and smiles at the way she looks so fucked out already. “Look at you, puppy,” he teases. “Already look so gone and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
She whines and leans up slightly in an attempt to kiss him again, but he wants something different. He leans down and begins peppering kisses along her jaw before traveling down and leaving open mouthed kisses to her neck. He stops briefly on her sweet spot, sucking and nipping at the skin until he knows that there will be a bruise for her to tend to in the morning.
She tries to control her breathing as she feels his lips dance across her skin, and she almost succeeds until the cool surface of his pearls fall onto her skin. A shiver runs down her spine as the beads trail everywhere that he goes.
He pauses his ministrations, teasing his fingers under the hem of her shirt as he looks up at her. When she nods her permission, he slips it over her head and haphazardly tosses it somewhere in the room. He looks down at her, tracing the skin that he just uncovered and licking his lips like he’s seeing the best thing in the world. And to him, he is.
He then resumes his descent down her body, making sure to lick at every inch of skin that he can reach. He stops his trail as he reaches her breasts, which are bare due to the fact that she had foregone a bra today, which Harry personally thinks is one of the best ideas she’s ever had, taking one into his hand to squeeze just as harshly as he knows that gets her going, but doesn’t hurt her. He immediately takes the nipple of one into his mouth and licks circles around the peak as he pinches and rolls the other between his fingers. He’s always been one to pay equal amounts of attention to both, so he repeats his actions on the opposite breast before kissing down her belly.
She arches her back slightly when he nips at the skin of her hip and the pearls fall directly against the part of her that needs him the most.
Looking up at her, he murmurs, “Can I take these off, doll?” He messes with the band of her sweatpants and panties, and he begins sliding them down her legs the moment that she lets out a breathy “please.”
Once they’re off, he throws them just as he did with her shirt and shimmies down until he’s able to press teasing kisses to her calves. He knows that he’s being slightly mean by not giving into what she wants, but he wants to let the chilly pearls slide across her heated skin to get her even more worked up before he gives into what he knows she’s aching for. So he leaves sloppy open mouthed kisses from her calf up to the soft skin of her thigh and then repeats on the opposite leg. By the time he’s at the top of her second leg, she’s squirming.
“Daddy, please, wanna feel you.” Y/N begs, lifting her head from the mattress to meet his gaze. “Please.”
And really, how can he say no to his girl begging him to touch her? There’s no way that he possibly can, so he spreads her legs further, wrapping his arms around her thighs to keep them open for him.
“Yeah, you wanna feel me, puppy? Wanna feel Daddy’s tongue against your pretty little pussy?” he teases as he leans down to lick a long stripe through her folds. She immediately arches her back, whining at the feeling of his tongue against her cunt. He smirks against your heat as you reach down and thread your hands in his hair, tugging when he circles his tongue around her clit before taking it in his mouth and sucking.
Breathy moans of his name fall from her mouth like a prayer and he traces patterns against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He pulls away from her and her hips immediately raise to meet his mouth once again.
He brings his palm down on her thigh quickly, smacking the skin just hard enough to get her to plant her hips back to the soft surface of the mattress. “You know better, puppy. You take what I give you, nothing more,” he chides, caressing the skin that was tingling lightly from his slap. “Are you already feeling that good? Does my tongue make you feel so good that it’s the only thing you can think about?” He shakes his head. “Such a dumb puppy, yeah?” He chuckles when she whines. “Don’t worry, baby, it’s okay, because you’re my dumb puppy, right?”
She immediately nods. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your dumb puppy.” She knows that he wants to hear her say it exactly as he did, so she does. It’s a bit embarrassing, but when a bright smile bleeds across his face and he buries his face back in her cunt, licking into her until her thighs are shaking around his head. She can feel the heat in her lower stomach start to spread throughout her body. She’s right there and just before she opens her mouth to ask him if she can cum, he pulls away. She holds back her whine, knowing that it’ll just get her in trouble, but she’s not sure how well she fends off the pout from cementing itself to her face.
If she’s bad at hiding it, though, he doesn’t say anything. He just stands from the bed and begins unbuttoning his shirt so he can have even less fabric between the two of them. While he’s busying himself with that, she slinks off the bed to sit on her knees in front of him. He looks down at her, eyes slightly wide as he takes her in. The sight of her eager below him makes him throb in his pants, and there’s almost nothing more that he wants than to use her pretty little throat to get off, but he’d much rather see her suck on something else. Preferably while he fucks into her so that he can see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she tries to keep her mouth closed.
So, when she reaches forward for the zipper of his pants, he grabs her wrists to stop her. “Not this time, puppy.” She pouts at his words and he moves one hand to caress her cheek. “I know how much you love having things in your mouth. Greedy little puppy always has to have something to suck on.” He chuckles darkly when she whines low in her throat. “I’ve seen you starin’ at my pearls lately, baby, why don’t you put those in your mouth instead?”
Her nod is subconscious, her head bobbing before the words have even fully registered in her brain. The only thing she really heard was ‘pearls’ and her mouth immediately watered.
She watches as he pops the button on his pants before dragging his zipper down. He lets his hands fall to his sides once he’s done. “Finish undressing me, puppy. You wouldn’t want to make me do all the work, would you?” he drawls, smirking down at her.
She reaches up and dips her fingers below the band of his pants and boxers before tugging them down his thighs. His cock springs free of the restraints and smacks against his stomach. The head is leaking precum, almost like it’s weeping to be touched. She yearns to smear her lips across the drippy tip but she knows he’ll be mad if she does, especially since he told her that he didn’t want her mouth around his dick this time. So instead, she leans forward to sponge kisses along his thighs as she pushes the clothing down to his ankles. After a few moments, she backs away to let him kick the pesky fabric off.
Once he’s completely bare, she lets her gaze meet his again. She takes in the way that he looks so powerful standing above her, like he controls everything in the room. And really, at this point in time, he does.
“Stand up,” he commands. She listens without a second thought, pushing herself to her feet to stand in front of him. He takes a good look at her before placing his hand on the back of her neck and pulling her forward so that he can smear their lips together. He fits her bottom lip between his two as he walks them backwards to the bed. Getting lost in the taste of her on his tongue, he lets them both fall onto the bed again. When she moans into his mouth, he pulls away to allow them to catch their breath.
He backs away from her, coming to rest on his knees in front of where she’s sprawled out on the bed. She looks up at him with lust filled, wanting eyes as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and gives himself a few languid strokes. His thumb swipes across his tip to gather his precum and slick it down his shaft. Her eyes train on his tip, the skin flushed a bright red. There’s already more precum leaking from the slit as he continues stroking himself. After a few moments, he bucks into his hand and she whines, spreading her legs for him.
“You want me inside, baby? Wanna feel daddy in your tummy?” he teases, continuing to stroke his cock as his eyes roam over her body. She nods and he chuckles, shaking his head. “Beg for it, then. Show me just how greedy my pretty little puppy can be.”
She opens her mouth before closing it again, she can’t just beg him for that! “If you don’t want to, I can always get myself off,” he warns and her mouth immediately opens again.
“No, no, please,” she whines. “Don’t want you to get yourself off.” She pouts.
“Then do as I said,” he groans, rolling his head back as hips buck into his hands once again, “and beg.”
“Fuck me, please, wanna feel you,” she begs. “Feel so empty without you, wanna feel full. Daddy, please.”
Harry gives into her begs, coming back over to her. He rests his hands on either side of her head, framing her in. He leans down, connecting their lips. It’s messy, all gnashing teeth and fighting tongues, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. She takes his bottom lip between her teeth and tugs slightly, causing him to groan into her mouth. He lowers himself onto his forearms so that he can take one hand down to his cock. Wrapping his hand around the base, he drags the tip through Y/N’s folds, causing her to let out a shuddering breath.
The head bumps against her clit, making her arch her back slightly to increase her pleasure. One stern look from him has her pressing back down into the mattress, though. He smirks down at her as she obeys him with nothing more to go off of but a glare.
He leans down slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to her nose. “Tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time, yeah? Just because I’m more on the harsh side tonight doesn’t mean I care about your comfort any less,” he reassures, looking deep into her eyes.
“I will, promise,” she murmurs, reaching up to grab onto his pearls loosely before tugging, causing him to fall close enough to her face so that she can ghost her lips against his. “Now, fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you for days.”
He groans, pushing his cock into her dripping pussy as he breathes out puffs of air against her mouth. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he chuckles at her, smirking darkly. “You like my pearls so much that you just can’t keep your greedy little hands off of them, yeah?” he taunts before pulling out until only the tip of his cock is still inside of her. He thrusts back in harshly, making her cry out in pleasure.
He sets a steady pace as he moves his face down to her throat, leaving sloppy kisses along her pulse. When he meets her sweet spot, causing her to let out a whimpery moan. He bites down on the skin there, letting his tongue meet the skin afterwards to soothe the skin. His hips stutter for just a moment when she squeezes around him. “Fuck, puppy you’re so tight for me, so fucking tight,” he pants into her neck. “Every single time we do this—fuck—you take me in so fucking snug, so right. God it’s like you were fucking made for me.”
She brings her hands to the side of his neck in an attempt to bring his mouth to hers. She grasps on to the string of pearls that are bouncing against his collar bone with every sharp thrust. He gives in to her whines and places a quick peck to satiate her need before leaning up and grasping her hips, positioning his own in a way that makes him hit even deeper. She cries out as his cock hits that spot inside of her that makes her a whimpery, whiny mess.
He smirks when her head falls back in bliss and her mouth forms an ‘o’. Gripping onto her hips so hard that she’s sure she’ll have grape sized bruises tomorrow. Honestly though, as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, she can’t bring herself to care about the marks.
He reaches down to rub circles on her clit, sending jolts of electricity shooting up her spine. She cries out, getting completely lost in the feeling of him fucking into her while toying with her bundle of nerves.
After a few moments, he moves his free hand to her throat, wrapping his hand around her neck as she meets his eyes. He tightly, enough to restrict her breathing. His fingers squeeze against the sides of her neck, making the blood rush through her. The feeling is amazing, each thrust pairing with his grip on her throat pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“D-daddy,” she rasps, bringing her hands up to wrap around his wrist. “Can—can I cum?” she begs, voice raspy due to his hand being pressed directly against her windpipe.
“You wanna cum for me puppy?” She nods, desperately whining. “Then do it, soak my cock for me, baby. Show me just how good my cock feels inside your pussy.”
She lets go, the bubble in her lower stomach popping as the euphoric feeling of her orgasm washes through her body. Every fiber of her being feels like it’s on fire as she squeezes around his cock, reaching up to bring his face closer to hers. He groans into her mouth, letting his mouth sloppily mold with hers as she whines, pulsing around his dick as she rides out her orgasm.
He continues rubbing against her clit as he ruts into her, helping her milk her high for everything it’s worth. Once it becomes too much, she pushes his hand away from her clit and peers up at him with a pout on her face.
“Will you cum inside me, daddy?” she begs, grabbing his shoulders and crossing her ankles behind his back to keep him close. “Please? Wanna feel full.”
“Yeah?” he breathes as she buries her hands in his sweaty curls. “Want daddy to fill you up? Fuck, you wanna feel me here?” he asks as he places his hand on her lower stomach and presses down lightly.
She nods, whining a repeated string of “yes” as he thrusts into her one, two, three more times before burying himself as far as he can and dropping his head to her neck, groaning as he releases inside of her, thick ropes of his cum painting her walls white. She whimpers at the feeling, loving the way that she feels so full of him.
He sponges kisses to her pulse as they catch their breaths. “I love you so fucking much,” he breathes into her neck.
“I love you, too,” she reciprocates.
He basks in the feeling of her snug around him for just a second longer before he gently pulls out. Both of them hiss at the loss of contact, but Harry’s quickly turns to a groan as he watches his cum drip from her.
“You’re so messy, puppy,” he teases before leaving the room to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom. While he’s gone, she lets herself relax on the bed as the exhaustion washes over her.
“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, baby,” he coos as he saunters back in with a warm rag. “Gotta clean you up before we go take a bath.”
He gently runs the cloth over her thighs before gently wiping through her folds. She hisses when he runs over her sensitive clit, and he automatically apologizes before pressing a light kiss to her thigh.
Standing back up, he takes his hand in hers and tugs her from the bed.
“Come on, baby, I know I fucked you so good that your legs are sore, but I need you to walk to the bathroom with me,” he taunts as she rolls her eyes. “On a serious note, though,” he begins as they’re walking towards the bathroom, “I’m glad you like my pearls so much.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, can’t wait to have you suck on them while I fuck you again,” he states nonchalantly as he leans over to turn on the water. When he looks over his shoulder and smirks, her breath hitches as she thinks about all the ways he’s going to absolutely ravage her later.
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#okay please tell me what you think :D#pearls#harry styles#harry styles x reader#harry styles fluff#harry styles angst#harry styles smut#harry styles writing#smut
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hey! okay first off, i’m LOVING your account! do you think you could do some general nsfw head canons for gundham, kaito, leon, and kazuichi? that would be amazing! all the love <3
THANK UUU!!!!! i appreciate that sm :)
and yes! all da love :3
NSFW Headcanons for Gundham, Kaito, Leon, and Kaz!
Leon
big ego. loves when u fuel it
loves when you suck his dick because he feels powerful
loves to dirty talk/degrade you. prolly dirty talks like guys in straight porn LMAO
not like kinky kinky but he loves degrading and being super rough w you
loves to cum on your face. sometimes takes pictures of it
pulls your hair a ton and likes when you pull his too
favorite position is absolutely reverse cowgirl. he’s absolutely an ass man. loves the view.
he also loves doing anal too bc you’re sensitive there
spanks you during sex a LOT and doesnt realize how much he does until after and you’re bright red
he gets nervous that you’re upset with him for how he acts during sex so he always apologizes a lot afterwards and makes sure you’re not upset with him.
but once you reassure him hes back to his regular egotistical self and laying back w u on his chest all smug hehe
Gundham
Absolutely has you call him master/my lord
Has such unique pet names (as from my other posts) like my pearl, gem, my flower, queen/king, etc.
Does the Gundham laugh whenever he’s pleased w you hehe
Has you “service” him, crawling around on your hands and knees for him and sitting at his feet
Loves to use a collar and a leash on you :3
Prolly into wax play tbh
Makes such sweet love to you!!! When he’s feeling romantic he’ll literally like. Spread rose petals and light candles and he’s so gentle with you and goes so slow but it’s HOT
Likes breeding you. Literally in the name man
gets off on the idea that you’re full of his cum
Doesn’t use toys very much and hates using condoms obviously heh
He does have fancy leather handcuffs tho. Loves to see you all pretty in them
ALSO HAS A THING FOR LINGERIE. he loves buying you lacy elegant stuff to wear for him and he treats you like royalty aaa
Kazuichi
Like I’ve said in the past. Simp. Will do anything you tell him in the blink of an eye
Switch asf. You wanna fuck him? He’s already bent over. You want him to fuck you? He’s already hard and waiting. He’s a simple man.
As long as it’s with you he couldn’t care what it is, he just wants to make you happy and feel good
He has his own fantasies too! And when you let him make them a reality he goes feral
Also feral during sex that’s a big one for me
Very hard to get him to slow down nevermind stop (obvi he would stop if it was serious)
He loves giving you head because he gets off on making you feel good and not feeling good himself. Absolute slave ngl.
I feel like he’d be into puppy play. He’d be so cute in puppy ears don’t touch me
Loves being stretched and taking big toys/dicks :D makes him feel like he’s super useful which is all he wants
Treat him like a flashlight and he’s cumming all over himself
Also cum. Said this before but he’d swallow all of your cum (if u have it) no hesitation. Also would lick his own cum off the sheets if you told him to/eat you out after he came inside you. He’s so nasty he would do anything
Kaito
My beloved. Himbo
Has a thing for fucking you in front of mirrors
Loves your chest/butt (whichever u prefer/are comfy with :D). He’s always squishing them/holding them during sex
Much like Leon, loves reverse cowgirl because he can look at ur butt :3
Has a very unique yet cute way of praising you. Always reminding you how strong you are and how good you’re doing.
A lot of the time he doesn’t realize the effect of the stuff he says to you. He’ll casually be like “I can’t believe you’re taking all of me in your tight little hole!” And you just dhcbfjbchc
Probably loves cockwarming tbh.
Loves to overstim u Bc he likes feeling powerful and watching you twitch hehe
Pins you to things constantly. He loves to just hold you against the wall and fuck you so hard you think you’re gonna go through it.
He also loves holding you in the air and just bouncing you on him with your legs around his waist. He LOVES feeling strong
If you kiss/lick/bite/etc. his abs/muscles he gets so turned on. He just loves when you worship him like a god
Ego :)
Loves to fuck you super slow and deep and just watch you swallow his thick cock up
Did I mention his dick is like a whole tree trunk.
Here u go simps <3 mwah
#drv3#dr1#sdr2#danganronpa#danganronpa smut#killing harmony#smut#Leon kuwata#leon x reader#kaito momota x reader#kaito momota#kazuichi x reader#kazuichi soda#kazuchi souda#gundham tanaka x reader#gundham Tanaka#gundham x reader#bottomshuichi asks#bottomshuichi req
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