#barely fuckin tasted it. did moan though
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we can act high and mighty all we want but i KNOW that after a longass day of running around getting shot at by crackheads and shrek knockoffs that that cold ass can of porn n beans hits like nothing else.
#not art#source: i just made gods most blighted grilled cheese after not eating all day and that shit was still like ambrosia.#barely fuckin tasted it. did moan though
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Servant who is in love with Sukuna and he finally gives her a "taste" of himself, but then she cums quickly and without permission and gets punished to overstimulation 😭 drabble or fic I'd be very happy either way
❤︎ ໋𓈒 sukuna punishing his favorite servant
warnings. fem! reader, size kink, spit, cowgirl, impact play, degredation, mdni.
“hmph. woman. come here,” he’d say in a gruff voice, two simple words and he had you at your very mercy. as you trod your feet towards him, the last thing you expected was for sukuna to give you a kiss. the kiss was passionate with such roughness attached to it, you moaned before feeling the king’s hand wrap around your throat. he was always so handsy too, especially with you. sukuna was merely fooling around, yet as for you, you were deeply in love with him.
stupid, perhaps. but you craved his attention.
it’d be simplistic things like that, it always started with a kiss. a kiss that never failed to leave you speechlessly dumbfounded.
his taste, you were entirely obsessed with it. a sweetness that forever lingered off his tongue. you couldn’t describe it into words, but it was purely appetizing.
as of currently though, you’d be sat on his lap whilst he’s manspread on his throne. it was awfully quiet, just the two of you.
you’re hovering over his hardened length before breathing in a single breath. “sukuna,” you’d pout, and he’s just blankly staring at you coldly—an unreadable expression, although he found your consistent pouting to be oddly amusing. humans were so fascinating to him. “can i touch myself now?”
“little girl,” he tsks, a hand going around your hip. your breathing hitches from his touch before you’re just hovering barely over his leaky tip now. “it’s sir to you. and what did i tell you about asking stupid questions, hm?”
“but ‘kuna,” you’d frown, and he loathed hearing you have the audacity to shorten his name. he told you to address him as something otherwise, and you completely steered clear from it.
quite the brat you were.
stupid stupid stupid…
but he secretly loved it, only you could get away with something like that. anyone else with the balls would find themselves practically dead. perhaps sukuna has somewhat of a soft spot for his servant, but of course he’d never mention that to you, not in a million years.
“but nothing,” he snarls, and you moan once you start to slowly sink yourself down into his length. so thick, you already started to feel your salivating. sukuna brings a hand to grip your chin, and he makes you stare right into his eyes. “touching is deserved. you gotta deserve it, get it?”
“no,” you grumble, and he smirks.
“well boo hoo, too fuckin’ bad,” he speaks in a raspy tone, and his words alone were enough to have you sopping wet.
it was embarrassing, you were embarrassing…
you didn’t care though, your arms wrap around his neck before you start to gradually grind yourself against him. his shaft stood tall, and for a split second you could feel him pulsate the further he deepens himself into you. your walls grip him tightly like a vice, and it makes him poke a tongue into his hollow cheek.
“mhmm,” he groans, the utter feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole always gets to him.
forever entangled with your warmth, you spot his fangs poke out with his maw slightly opened and it’s cute. you could just about make out a dimple or two on the king’s face. “don’t look at me, move your hips ‘n make yourself u-useful.”
a stutter, you merely giggle but you didn’t wanna test your luck. at least not just yet.
cruel darkened irises stare into yours the entire time, and it takes a good moment until you’re finally in. it makes him gnaw on his lip at how warm you were from the inside. already soaked and ready for him, he leans further back against the material of his throne before grunting.
“…move,” he sighs, gifting your ass with a mean abrupt spank. “you wanted to ride me so ride me, girl.”
you quavered, feeling your cunt twitch and spasm all from the way he sank into you.
it was so lewd, you buried your face into his neck and he just rolls his eyes before an awkward hand pats your head.
“s-so biiiig,” you’d whimper out, and whilst he���s going even further by filling you full of such thick sultry inches, you whine. the feeling of being split in two with your wetness—your love cave that had him addicted made you let off the sweetest gasp. he’s resuming to bury himself into you, and the minute you create up a swift tempo—your knees were ready to just about buckle.
it’s entirely cute, you felt him twitch from the inside and you couldn’t help but slump further into his broad chest.
sukuna snickers at your … interesting durability so to speak.
all the way in and not even moments later—you were fairly worn out. just about. “awh. tapping out on me already i see?” he purrs in a sly tone, a teasing gesture of his hand runs down your back. “and you were so confident earlier too. oh, how disappointing..”
“n—no, i can take you,” you mumble with glossy lips, and his touch against your skin made you let off repetitive soft spoken moans. a thumb of his strokes against the corners of your waist as you rutted yourself back and forth. your rhythm was purely hypnotic, entirely so that it makes him groan for a bit.
his fat tip prods against your slick outer labia and it runs against your entrance. he likes to do a certain motion—pulling out, only to stuff you right back full, he wants you to feel it. feel him and all of his inches, his girth that consumes into your cunt. as he’s stuffing you so full, you can’t help but drool a bit. a bit as in a lot. sukuna’s eyes linger towards you for a long time before he grips your chin once more.
“can you really…?” he hums, and it’s as if he’s challenging you. “or are you just saying that?”
you glare and he only returns with a subtle smirk, he liked getting under your skin. it was his favorite pastime, irking those cute nerves of yours. from the inside, he couldn’t get over how soft you were. such warm walls hugging all around him so tightly, it felt natural. your sopping wet cunt grips against him time and time again—squelch after squelch that it sounds like a melodic harmony.
a lewd melodic harmony.
he watches as your lips part, and you’re struggling to conceal those moans. you whimper from each thrust that it’s got your thighs growing numb in no time.
“f-fuckkk,” you’d whine, feeling sukuna’s cock briefly pull back from your wet folds. whenever he did that, it felt so good…. too good. sukuna’s hefty base thwacked against you in the process too, on loop, a constant salacious repeat. it had you dizzy, you’re grinding and swiveling your hips at such a hectic pace that you can’t even stop yourself. your mouth felt dry, just being sweetly stretched over nothing but a mere squeezing muscle from the inside.
it’s so hot tempered, your warmth had him kissing his teeth in such arousal, such pleasure.
“sukunaaa,” you’d whine once his dick runs against the corners of your inner walls, all throughout your canal. he reaches everywhere, he’s lengthy too, so there’s not a single spot that he misses. he slides in and out, and his base was so fat and thick, so full that it just mimics your movements of being hit against. “i— i’m gonna,” and you abruptly get cut off with a rough kiss.
your moans slither its way into his mouth as your hands ran down his ripped chest, feeling against his tatted body. the battle scars that perfectly painted his broad figure like a canvas, you return the kiss before he precipitously pulls away. a glossed string of spit departs, and sukuna glares at you. “wait, girl.”
and it sounds more like a warning than anything.
his tone being hidden with such baritone underneath it, you were even more soaked. whenever he pitched his tone to show his dominance like that, his authority—you felt yourself pulse for the umpteenth time.
he tells you to wait, but instead you do the exact opposite.
you don’t even realize you came all on his cock until he’s greeting you with the most livid glare imaginable—still, sukuna grabs your hips before muttering. “did you just cum? and don’t lie to me, woman.”
if you aren’t twitching as much as you were before, you certainly were now. the air felt thick, and whilst you straddled him, you shyly reply with a mumbling, “…sorry.”
you don’t mean to giggle after that…
but you do—the soft smile that curls against your lips meets his gaze and sukuna suddenly makes himself pull out. “so funny, huh?” and you’re taken by surprise the moment he makes you part your legs. his right thigh goes between your legs from underneath and you moan once he spanks you. “some fuckin’ audacity you have. ain’t no one told you to finish,” and he grips your chin, giving it a squeeze. “look at me when i speak to you, woman.”
he was so close you could just kiss him. your lashes were half-lidded, and you were so drawn into him that you don’t even realize that he’s shoved two fingers into your cunt. you moaned at how easily it goes in. he swirls his digits inside just briefly, taking it out before bringing it towards your mouth. “open your mouth ‘n stick out your tongue, brat.”
you were amused, aroused too but surely amused.
without question, you loll out your tongue in front of him, only for sukuna to shove his fingers right down your throat. you moan at the candied taste of yourself, so sweet. he remains with a glare on his face as you lapped up his fingers clean, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying that.
“such a disobedient girl,” he huffs, and that’s when he pulls out his fingers, a sheen stringy coat of your own saliva dribbles down your chin before he smears it all over your mouth.
“since you wanna be a impatient whore, that’s all the taste you’ll be getting today. ‘m expecting a thank you, little girl. go on, i’ll wait.”
#★vegasbaby.#sukuna smut#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x you#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujustsu kaisen x reader#anime smut#female reader
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animal (m)
synopsis. His jealousy has you choking on his dick.
warnings. pösèssïve jk, crüdè lângüágè, slüt-shámïng, dègrádátïôn, orál sèx (m!rêcèïvïng), kïssïng, bïtïng, mêntïôns ôf blööd, döm!jk, möánïng, hè’s süch ä dïrty tàlkèr dàmn. mdnï ând dèèpthröátïng, ëxplïcït, yándèrè.
note. send asks? ENJOY, not edited. ❤️❤️ also on my anime, focused blog @ttodorokiii bakugou’s version of this is available because I wrote it back a year ago, so check it out and this is jks version. Let’s welcome new jk and you can send asks for him too xx
Maybe you shouldn’t have pissed him off so much.
Jungkook was a jealous man, he was territorial with you, but you’d never thought that a joke would get him so mad.
“fuck! Your slutty little mouth is a sin of its own,”
He growls, your eyes are filled with hot tears, you can’t see him clearly, your knees hurt but he’s merciless. He is shoving it deeper into your throat and you can’t do anything but to swallow.
The air supply is short, “you only suck MY dick!” He is being so cruel to you right now.
All you did was joke about sucking your friend off, while you now get was inappropriate, especially if you have a boyfriend, a very possessive boyfriend.
Jungkook loves you, very fucking much.
But he doesn’t get jokes, you love him very much too, he’s the only man you’ll ever love. you both have very opposite personalities.
But there is one big similarity between the two of you.
You both don’t watch your mouth.
“Fuck, it feels so fuckin’ good, I-I’m gonna cum..” he moans, you inhale a sharp breath, your jaw hurts, but he feels so good.
You want to make it up to him.
“Fuck fuck fuck… ‘m so close, make me cum yn.” He buries your face deeper into his crotch, by grabbing your hair and forcing it.
“My fuckin whore. Only mine.” He glance up at him, your hair is mess, your mouth is a mess and you can feel him shaking now, he’s turning into a mess too.
And you’re ready to take it.
All of him.
“Your fuckin’ pretty mouth is mine to fuck as I wish! Fuckin’ mine,” you can feel him bucking his hips, he’s close.
You feel close too.
‘M gonna fuck your mouth full, you want it, baby don’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, “mhmm..” you barely reply.
“My good ba-baby fuck take it all.”
You feel him spilling all over your face, you swallow like a good girl, you want him to forgive you and you’ll do anything.
“Ye-Yeah babe, jus’like that, fuck….” He exhales a loud moan, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Jungkook immediately picks your body up, grabbing your face by force and kissing you fiercely, his tongue is exploring every inch of your mouth.
“‘love you so much.” He moans once again into your lips, tasting himself.
“That’s the only taste that should be in your mouth.” He licks your lip and his teeth graze your lips, he bites it hard, you whine as the pain is too strong.
“How fuckin dare you say that to him?” He stops kissing you, you cry out as you watch a string of blood connecting your lips, his hands don’t give you a break though, travelling into your panties as he grabs and cups,
His fingers are cold on your burning core, your breath hitches when you feel him tease you, “he can’t fuck you though right, princess?”
“Y-Yes, koo!” You bite the inside of your cheek, he’s such a tease.
“now ‘m gonna fuck your brains out until the name you remember is mine.”
#jungkook smut#yandere bts#jjk smut#smut#yandere jjk#jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#jjk imagines#yandere jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook fanfiction#bts fanfic#bts x reader#bts smut#jeongguk smut#yandere x reader#yandere au#yandere male#jungkook angst#jjk angst#jeon jungkook#jeon jungkook x you#jungkook x you#jungkook x yn
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Can't Help Myself
Kinktober Day 28: Intercrural Sex
Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, Jackson!Joel, thigh fucking, that's right no penetration actually occurs, corruption kink, kind of innocent!reader, big dick Joel is back in town (w/c: 1.5K)
A/N: Alrighty! So this is something I started writing during Kinktober and I finally decided to just finish it, even though I did not completely finish Kinktober but whatevs. So here's a little mid-November porn for everyone hahaha
He can’t fuck you. Not right now, not fucking ever if he has anything to say about it. This has gone too far already, this ridiculous infatuation you’ve both developed.
No, for Joel, it’s become a downright obsession.
He should have said no the first time you pulled him into your home, into your bed. You’re too pretty, too innocent for him. You whine so pretty into his mouth whenever he kisses you, choke on your moans and cry whenever he pushes his fingers deep into your pussy in the dark of your bedroom, away from prying eyes and the endless rumor-mill of Jackson.
He should have said no the moment you pulled him to your lips, before any of this had gone too far for Joel to look back.
Ellie says that he’s stubborn as a mule, Tommy tells him that making small talk with him is like talking to a brick wall. Joel has known for a long time that he can be scary as all hell, not backing down for a damn thing and definitely not taking any shit from anybody.
Except for you.
For you, Joel is a weak, weak man.
Weak to your soft skin, weak to the way you writhe beneath him. He can’t help himself when he lays you out on your bed, strips you bare for him, tracing his thick, calloused hands over your body and watching you shiver with it.
God, you’re sensitive. You keen when he thumbs over your stiff nipples, gasp when he presses them through the seam of your cunt, gliding up, up until he can trace them around your needy clit and watch you squirm.
He’s broken so many rules already, so many times. He can’t help it, not when you taste so fucking good with his head between your thighs. Can’t help but fuck his fingers into you so brutally when you ask, relishing in the way you scream when his fingers grind up into that little spot so deep inside of you.
But he won’t fuck you. He won’t, he can’t, go that far, desecrate you even further than he already has. He’s done so much, let you have him every other way that counts, but fuck, he can’t bring himself to finally cross that last little barrier between the both of you.
Even as you beg and plead beneath him so pretty, even as his cock aches between his thighs, your cunt gushing around his fingers. He can’t do it.
“Fuck me, please, please, let me try, c’mon Joel, please,” you breathe beneath him, your chest heaving as he works his fingers into you. “It’d feel so good, please, need it so bad.”
Joel feels lightheaded, the sound of your voice and the obscene sounds of your pussy sucking in his fingers echoing in his ears.
“Darlin’,” he murmurs, “Doesn’t it feel good like this?”
“Wanna make you feel good,” you say, “Wanna feel you inside.”
“Sweetheart,” Joel groans like he’s been punched. Nobody affects him like this, nobody except you, and fuck, the change is intoxicating.
“Fuckin’ needy,” he mutters, but he knows it’s the exact opposite, even if he’ll never admit it. You’ve got to be some kind of fuckin’ siren, and Joel can’t help but succumb to your every whim.
He reaches his free hand between his legs to grip the base of his cock, pulsing and hot in his hand, desperate to feel you. He can’t help it, he has to fuck you, has to feel the hot clutch of your pussy around his cock finally, after fuckin’ weeks. Rules, reputation be damned, he has to-
The thought creeps into his mind nearly too late.
There’s a tincture that the Jackson apothecary sells, some kind of natural birth control that plenty of the ladies around town use to prevent bringing children into this fucked up new world. There aren’t any condoms, any other type of birth control.
And fuck, Joel knows that you haven’t taken it. Knows his own weakness; that if he sinks himself inside of you just like he wants, he won’t be able to stop until he’s pumped into you so fucking deep, filled you up with cum and owned you in the most primal way he knows how.
“Can’t,” he chokes, and pulls the leaking tip of his cock away from where it was so close to your gaping entrance. “Don’t wanna risk it.”
The way you whine in protest has his head spinning, has his hips bucking forward to slide the throbbing length of his cock through your folds. The head of it bumps against your swollen clit, and you gasp sharply, your hands flying up to dig your nails into his shoulders.
“Oh, pretty girl,” he can’t help the grin that creeps across his face as you gaze up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth. “Did you like that?”
You shut your eyes at the question, so Joel pulls his hips back just to fuck upwards again through the seam of your slick cunt, sliding into your clit again. You moan, loud and whiny and desperate, and it makes Joel want to fuck you so hard you see stars.
Instead, he pulls back, pulling your thighs up between you both, practically folding you in half, his cock pushed between the soft skin of your thighs and the hot wetness of your pussy. God, it’s fucking tight between these perfect thighs, fucking soft and soaked with how much you need him.
“Can I fuck you here, baby?” he murmurs, and you nod feverishly, whining high in the back of your throat.
“Please,” you whisper, and Joel is too desperate to tease you anymore.
He fucks between your thighs like he’d fuck you for real if he could, brutal thrusts of his hips that have the head of his cock jamming into your puffy clit. You’re fucking gorgeous to see, to hear, moaning like it’s the best you’ve ever fucking had.
Fuck, it might me the best Joel has ever had, the soft, slick skin of your cunt and thighs pressing around him so tight, so perfect. It’s fucking maddening to watch as his cock parts the lips of your pussy around it, so fucking thick compared to your tiny entrance.
“You want me in here, honey?” he murmurs, pressing his hand into your lower stomach as he shoves between your thighs. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”
“Fuck-” you choke on your own spit as he grinds his cock up into your abused, sensitive clit. “Please, please, need it so bad. ‘M so fucking empty, Joel.”
Joel groans, his head dropping as he tries to gain some sense of control again, but God, it’s fucking warm and tight and you’re so pretty begging for his cock.
“Gonna get you that stuff from the apothecary in the mornin’ baby, ‘n I swear I fill this cunt up just like you need,” he growls, and you moan so loud, so needy beneath him. “It’s gonna stretch you so wide, fuck, you’ll be all stretched out for me, nobody can fuck you like I can.”
“Yours, yours, yours,” you gasp, hips twitching with the orgasm building in your stomach, threatening to throw you off that peak.
“I’ll fuckin’ fill this cunt up with my cum over and over again, sweet girl. You’ll be fuckin’ dripping with me.”
You gasp, your eyes clenching shut and your mouth gaping open in shocked, overwhelmed pleasure as his words send you over the edge. You cunt clenches around nothing, painfully empty as Joel fucks between your thighs. Your clit feels fucking raw, overstimulated and so sensitive as Joel abuses it with his thick cock.
“Fuck, that’s it baby, that’s my good girl,” Joel says, his hips jamming forward again and again and again. Your thighs clench tighter together with your orgasm, the pressure so perfect and warm and soft around his cock that Joel can't help but follow close behind.
He grips your thighs so tight the tips of his fingers go bright white as he splatters cum all over the outside of your pussy.
The image makes him fucking lightheaded, the sight of you painted white. A sick sense of ownership floods through him, a sign that he’s in too fuckin’ deep.
And then, you gaze up at him, and giggle.
You giggle like he hadn’t just ruined you, like he hasn’t been ruining you for months. You giggle like pure sunshine beneath him, and God, Joel’s once cold, dead heart flutters at the sound.
He’s in way too deep. Too deep to ever go back, fuck, he’ll die before he goes back to a time he didn’t know you.
“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, pulling himself off of you, only for you to rise up with him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. You pull him into a kiss that is far too filthy for a sweet little thing like you.
“Why get cleaned up if we’re just going to get dirty again?” you whisper against his lips, and Joel grins in spite of himself.
“Got plans for me, darlin’?”
“More than you’ll ever know,” you say, and Joel can’t help but press you back down into the mattress, licking into your mouth until you fuckin’ melt beneath him.
#back on my corruption bullshit#i believe in dirty old man Joel supremacy#joel miller x you#joel miller x reader#joel miller smut#joel miller x female reader#joel miller fic#the last of us fanfiction#tlou smut#tlou fic
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'𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐞'
SUMMARY: merry christmas/happy holidays to all the chishiya lovers and alice in borderland fans.. here is my gift you/our tiny fandom.
WARNINGS: smut, oral sex, handjob, kinda ooc chishiya (i'd think he'd be more silent tbh but that's goofy), mirror sex, doggy style, choking, breath play, praise kink, dirty talk, protected sex ya'll!!, fem!bodied reader, ive been crushing on him since the first time i saw him two years ago but tbh.. he got even finer in season two (i think i just get in my bag writing wise when i don't worry about punctuation like the perfectionist i am)
~♤♡◇♧~
"I needed this.."
he stroked your hair and let his head fall back between his shoulders, silky blond hair falling with it.
"needed this so fuckin' bad.."
you looked up at him through your lashes, jaw muscles tightening and drops of tears rolling down your hot cheeks.
"oh shit," he groaned, rough hands forcing your head down further. you clung onto his thighs, gagging as he slowly thrusted his cock deep into your throat. "c'mon, c'mon m'close.. just a bit more, baby."
you dug your nails into his thighs, his thick cock in between your swollen lips muffled your whimpers.. he hissed, thrusts harsher and you were screwed your eyes shut. his balls slapped against your chin as a mix of his pre-cum and your drool rolled down it.
"that's it," he sighed, burying your nose in his dark happy trail as spurts of his cum shot into your throat. "that's fuckin it, baby.."
you whined as he thrusted a few more times before finally pulling your head off of his softening dick.
you coughed, some of his cum caught in your throat while some of it rested in your tongue.
"c'mon stand up," he tilted your chin up. "and swallow the rest of that f'me, won't you babe?"
you frowned, licking your lips and gulping down the rest of his thick cum.. it was slightly salty but nothing off putting.
"shun," you stumbled to your feet with a pout, your voice was raspy due to the pounding your throat had taken. "i hate you—"
chishiya leaned in with a smirk before cupping your cheek. he kissed you deeply, not minding tasting himself as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you moaned and ran your hands diwn the fabric of his black shirt, slipping your tongue in between his lips. he hummed in surprise but only pinned your body against the wall. the old paintings and candles rattling on the bathroom shelves.
you pulled back with a 'pop' and begged, "please fuck me, shun.."
he glanced up at you through hooded eyes, one hand wrapped around his semi-hard cock. "give me your hand," chishiya ordered and you did so, giving him both instead. "get me hard again, baby."
"m'kay, y'better fuck me good though.." you wrapped both of your hands around his cock and he held one of your hands as well.
chishiya guided you hands up and down, not that you didn't know how to give a hand job, he just wanted to feel you do it first hand. he wanted to feel your hand slid up the twitching base and pump it, tease his leaking tip. he wanted to understand how you understood his body so well when you've barely known him.
the sight of your swelled bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you pumped his cock until it was stiff and oozing pre-cum all over your knuckles and that sinful look in your eyes..
he loved it.
chishiya wasn't a horny fuck like most people in this new world. he could go weeks without even touching himself 'cause there were more important things to worry about (like figuring out what the hell was going on), but that look, that fucking lustful stare when you figure out how to beat a game— when you first stood next to him on that balcony as chaos ran rampant all around that apartment complex.
you were fucked up..
"damn," he kissed your forehead and you let go of his cock, licking your hands free of his pre-cum. "bend over the sink, i want you to see what faces you make when i fuck you.."
..and he loved it.
you giggled and pushed past him, stepping over your disgarded highwaisted tights. you gripped the edge of the sink, looking at yourself in the cracked mirror. your hard nipples peaked through the fabric of your tanktop and to be honest, you already looked like he had fucked you stupid.
you arched your back and stuck out your ass, chewing on your bottom lip once more as you heard the packet for a condom tear open. you stared down into the sink, water dripped from the broken socket.
chishiya pulled your damp panties to the side, rubbing his thumb teasingly over your drenched slit.
"hurry up, shun—"
you gasped, body jolting forward as chishiya sunk his fat tip into your weeping hole. you gripped the sink tighter, trying to supress your moans so that the others wouldn't hear what was happening from the outside. "shit," chishiya let go of your hip and rubbed your clit while he tried to fit the rest of himself inside.. "i knew i should've fingered you but 'no,' you said 'just skip the foreplay, shun!' now look.. can't fit my cock in your cunt.."
you wriggled your ass against him and whimpered, "I've just been so pent up.. just needed your fuckin' dick, shun, right now.. m'sorry.."
"don't apologize," he groaned as his girthy cock sunk deeper inside of you, splitting you open. "just thank me.."
your knees buckled when chishiya's cock finally rested in your gummy walls.. a long grunt left his lips once he bottomed out, your pussy drooling around his length. the hand that he used to guide his dick in found its way to your throat and he forced you to look at yourself in the mirror.
"number one," he squeezed your throat and you gasped, his cock sliding out and pushing right back into your cunt with much more ease. "you should thank me for saving your ass in games.." he chuckled as you choked on moans with each harsh thrust, your entire body moving foward (the edge of the sink and chishiya's stopped you from going too far)— allowing you to catch a closer look at yourself.
"th.. thank you," you mumbled, soft whimpers escaping your throat. "shun.."
chishiya kissed you jaw, the clap of your ass echoing from wall to wall of the bathroom as his thrusts sped up. his cock drilled into you with no consideration while he pinched and flicked your clit.. and your sensitive nipples rubbed against your tanktop with every bounce of your tits.
"mm shit.. number two," he continued, smiling at your fucked-out expression— eyes foggy, mouth stuck in a permanant 'o' whether your moans came out broken, loud, or slient, and droplets of tears clung to your lashes. "you should thank me for fucking you like i do.. this is a lot of work y'know.." he hummed, those last words more of a groan.
you could feel his heavy breathing tickle your ear and you whined as the tip of his cock plunged deep into that spongey spot in your pussy.
"thank you," you slurred, his grip on your throat now had you gasping. "thank— thank you s'much, shun! you fuck me s'good.."
strands of his blonde hair stuck to his forehead as sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. chishiya groaned, noticing you squeeze your eyes shut and scruch your nose. moans and gasps leaving your lips while you cried.
ah.. you were about to cum.
as cute as you were when making that face, he wanted you to watch yourself cum more than anything.
"eyes open," chishiya murmured, grip loosening to allow you to breathe. "look at yourself, baby.."
you reluctantly opened your eyes.
was the world was ending? yes.
so to get fucked should be on the bottom of your list of priorities, and it was, well until chishiya slid his dick in your pussy and made you look like that for the first time— the definiton of a slut. you didn't understand how he expected and managed to keep your relationship a secret when after every time you both were intimate it ended with you looking a mess.
"shuuunn! m'gonna cum.. let me cum please!" you whined, gasping as he quickly cut off your air intake with just a squeeze.
"number three," his voice was breathy and his thrusts had become sloppy. you both were close. the mirror had fogged up from his pants while you clawed at his hand, a smile curling from your lips. all you coud focus on was breathing and trying to reach your high. "thank me," he grunted as you began to roll you ass back against him. "for leavin' this pussy satisfied.. every," he thrusted deep. "single," he pulled his hips back. "time.."
chishiya buried himself deep inside of you while your entire body shook as your orgasm flooded through your veins. finally, he let you breathe, both of his hands now gripping your hips, as he continued to fuck into you messily.
chishiya hated messes.
but you creaming around his cock didn't count..
at least not in this moment, if this wasn't a quickie, he probably would have punished you for it.
"s'too much, shun," you moaned softly with a sniffle. "m'too sensitive.. can't— can't do it.."
"yes you can, c'mon m'almost there," chishiya hummed against your neck. "make me cum, yeah? only you can, baby.."
you shuddered as chishiya's thrusts came to halt, and he dug his fingers deep into your ass cheeks. then you felt it, the condom filling up with his warm release while he began to fuck you once again but slowly and far more gentle.
"congrats.. you did it," he rested his chin on your slumped shoulder and nibbled on your ear. ".. you look so pretty when you cum, don't you agree?" chishiya taunted you and he pulled out with a groan.
"fuck you.."
"ya just did," chishiya sighed while he watched your panties fell back in place, now covering your fucked-out cunt. "can you walk straight?"
chishiya tied the used condom off and tossed it in the trashcan next to the toilet, stuffing his cock back in the confinments of his boxers. he pulled up his sweats before laying your tights over the edge of the seat.
"your dicks' not that big.." you grumbled.
"answer the question."
"just barely," you replied and chishiya scratched the back of his neck with a frown before he gently kissed your forehead. ".. and that's not going to fix it, y'know."
"i'm aware, but in my defense, i only went that hard because your visa's still good for a while," he explained. "complain all you want but i know you enjoyed it."
"unfortunately for my arguement, as per usual, shun.. you fucked me good.. so,"
you spun strands of his blond hair around your index finger and smiled at him in the mirror.
with that sinful look that drove him insane.
"..thank you."
~♤♡◇♧~
#chishiya smut#manga#anime#alice in borderland#alice in boderland x reader#smut#chishiya shuntaro#shuntaro chishiya#netflix#aib season 2#aib#watch alice in borderland rn#aib chishiya#chishiya pick me#we can recreate that scene in the prison chishiya!!
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No thoughts, head empty. Just putting afab!Sanzu in a maid dress and inappropriate use of a gun.
I’m so sorry.
Author's Note: No need to apologize!! This is a delicious concept! I went way overboard though...my bad 💀
Warnings: Male!reader, mean dom/top!reader, sub/bottom/trans!Sanzu, gunplay, maid kink, CNC, hard degradation, humiliation kink, spanking, reader gets called 'master'
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Maid Sanzu who shivers once he feels the cold gun on the bare skin of his back, pressing into him so that he arches against your body
Your devilish smirk indicates nothing good, pushing him against the wall with a thud and holding the gun against his jaw
Maid Sanzu's breath hitches when you force your fingers in between his legs and roughly rub them against his cunt — he's forbidden from wearing any panties or undergarments with the maid dress
Maid Sanzu who's forced to hump the barrel. He refuses at first, until you flip him over and spank his adorable cheeks until they're as pink as his hair (and the maid outfit)
It's disgusting, the way his slippery pussy glides along the top of the gun like this...the way he fucking enjoys it. The way his hips are picking up speed, grinding on the firearm because, fuck- it actually feels really good and he just wants to cum now
Maid Sanzu who moans like some camgirl when he finally orgasms. Leaving a mess on the floor (and your hand, because he came so much and it got everywhere)
Maid Sanzu on his knees. One hand tangled in his silky hair; the other holding the gun right where your dick is. You tell him to “Suck it” and he shakes his head, pushing against your legs while you try to force his mouth closer
“I said suck it. 'No' isn't an option, bitch.” Reluctantly, Sanzu parts his lips, immediately tasting metal on his tongue. Choking and coughing while you fuck his mouth. “Mhm, gooood boy~ Does it taste as good as the real thing?”
He looks up at you through wet lashes, sniffling pitifully. “Hah...so pretty. Get it nice n' wet, whore.”
Maid Sanzu sprawled out on the bed; skirt forcibly lifted up and legs pried open. You stare at his pussy longingly for a moment, licking your lips. He assumes you're going to eat him out–
“Spread 'em. Open up that cute cunt f'me.” He's a bit surprised, but hesitantly complies. Using his fingers to shakily hold his pussy lips open; a little bit of slick drips out, making Sanzu shiver
Maid Sanzu who's even more surprised when, instead of your mouth, you press the gun against his cunt. His eyes wided — in both fear and realization. “No...no no no! W-wait–!!”
“Fuck yourself on it, Haru. Fuck it like it's just another cock stretchin' that hole of yours.”
Maid Sanzu with tears streaming down his cheeks. You cock the gun and sternly reply to his frozen state, “I wasn't askin' bitch.”
His eyes flick down between his legs — to the weapon that's sat waiting for his walls to envelope it. “O-ok...okokok–!! H-haah!” Sanzu cries, pushing against the gun until it pops inside
Maid Sanzu who can't hold back his filthy moaning anymore. There's a gun fucking his hole; thrusting in and out as if this is a normal thing to do. And Sanzu likes it! That's the part that really has him caught up...it feels good and he can't help bucking his hips
Meanwhile, you don't bother to bite back your own noises. Emitting deep groans and all sorts of dirty talk as you watch Haruchiyo mentally struggle with this. Shamefully letting you use the gun like a dildo, degrading him, and using his body to get off
Maid Sanzu who cums around the gun multiple times that night. You'll ask, “Did it feel good?” and Sanzu mewls a ‘yes, master...’ through tears
Your degradation pulls another orgasm from your precious maid, spitting a cruel, “Hah. Of course it did. You're a such a fuckin' whore, anything I put in that slutty pussy of yours would feel good, right?” Next thing you know, Sanzu is arching his back and cumming from your words (and the subtle thrusting of the gun)
#my writing#thirst#tokyo rev smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers#tokyo rev x reader#sanzu haruchiyo#sanzu smut#sanzu x reader#sub sanzu#trans sanzu#male reader#dom reader#top reader#scenario#requested#tokyo rev x male reader#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev x you#sanzu x you#dark content#dark fic
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thinkin abt messy audible sex w stiles
It’s like your senses are heightened, the ability to take in absolutely every single thing happening around you a new addition to your usual life. Maybe, if you weren’t in these specific circumstances, you would be a little freaked out. Heart racing for another reason, a different type of overstimulation seeping into your body and sending you running instead of chasing the sensations.
But with Stiles above you, left hand pressed into the pillow under your head, right hand gripping your bare hip like his life depends on it, you’re able to use your enhanced-like senses to your advantage. You’re able to smell the remnants of Stiles’ cologne and your perfume as your combined sweat washes it off, replacing the traditionally pleasant scents with untraditionally aromatic smells of sex. You’re able to feel Stiles’ silky soft hair under your fingertips, and the easy way his cock slides in and out of your welcoming walls. But most of all, you’re able to hear the sound of you and Stiles together, the wet squelch of your cunt taking his inches with each thrust, the near silence of the refusal to let him go as he pulls back.
When you’d first started a couple of orgasms ago, you could barely hear all of that, your moans and Stiles’ praises drowning the sound out. Then after your third orgasm, you’d gone silent, your euphoria rendering you speechless, soundless even. It’s then that you could hear it all, Stiles noticing first as he shushed you with a just as audible kiss.
“Listen to that. You hear that?” He waited for your response, amber eyes flickering between each of yours. When you did hear it, mouth dropping a little as your eyes hazed over, he smirked, a curt amused chuckle falling from his lips before he kissed you once more. “Making fuckin’ music, baby.”
Usually, Stiles fucked you with as least some sort of percision, some technique that he'd picked up which always made you mess. But you were already a mess, and Stiles' style of fucking you tonight was messy. Uncoordinated thrusts that had you wanting more and less. Fingers added along with his cock, the slightest stretch having you seeing stars. Circling your clit and spitting on it and even fucking speaking to your cunt. He's like a different person.
You were fucking gushing around him, a product from the first orgasm Stiles had given you with his fingers, then the second with his tongue, and the impending third from his cock. You’ve been in a position similarly to this one before, but your abundance of arousal was unusual, probably an effect of Stiles’ new haircut and particularly cocky attitude today.
Both had you wanting him more than usual, trying to keep your hormones subdued even though it made them worse. Pretending like you didn’t want Stiles eventually had you pressing yourself against him when you were alone, close to begging for him to touch you but you’d never have to beg Stiles, he thinks it’s a privilege to have you like this.
To him, his form of heaven is bringing you to the edge again and again. It’s why he’s bolstering right now, chattier than usual as he praises you for even being this wet for him. It starts off as praise, and it starts with him talking to you, but then you feel as if he’s talking more to himself.
“So, so good for me, sweetheart. You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Think about you all day. My girl. Letting me treat her like a little slut. Don’t even know what to do with myself most of the time. Can’t do anything but jack off, thinking about how good you taste, how good you feel.”
And as much as you like hearing Stiles talk, you just need to hear what the two of you sound like a little more. So you bring him down to you, nails digging into his scalp to silence him even as you push your lips to his. Then, you pull back enough to speak to him, a commanding, “listen” let out into the air.
Stiles smiles against your lips, and then he listens.
#stilesworld!#I feel vulnerable putting this out there erm#but likeeee tehe#inspired by that one post#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski x you#stiles stilinski smut#celeste writes misc
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dreamin'; miguel diaz
pairing: miguel diaz x f!reader
summary: "miguel waking up w morning wood 🫠🫠🫠"
word count: 600 (yes this is short i knowww)
warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut, MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, underage sex, penetrative sex, choking, dirty talkish, and porn WITHOUT plot there is no plot just fuckin like almost immediately
a/n: i got the urge to write this at 11pm and finished it in like an hour i hope it's not terrible
Miguel woke up from his sleep, hot and sweaty. He caught his breath and then reached down and felt his hard-on. He bit his lip to keep from moaning. He had a very intense dream of you sucking his dick. One he had frequently, actually.
You were peacefully asleep. You were laying on your stomach with both of your arms under your pillow. You had your left leg hiked up. And you were wearing a tank top that was riding up your back and that was it. The two of you fucked before going to sleep, like you did most nights. You fell right to sleep after Miguel made you come about 4 times.
Miguel was obsessed with making you come. Anyway he could. He loved the way you tasted when you came on his tongue. He loved the way you shook, the way you moan his name. How sometimes it’s too much for you so you start to babbel as you come all on his dick. He ate it up. Miguel loved to give and please.
Miguel felt precum leak from his tip as he stared at your bare ass. He remembered how you had talked about wanting him to fuck you while you were asleep; what a better time than now to make your wish come true.
He immediately pulled his dick out of his boxers and crawled over you. He pushed his cock through your exposed lips, letting out a little moan.
Miguel heard you let out a barely-there hum. That spurred him on more as he kept rubbing his cock up and down your exposed slit, hitting your clit every now and again. He slid his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed in.
“Miguel!” You breathed as you felt your cunt engulf him while he entered you. A perfect fit.
He smiled down at you as he pushed all the way in, eliciting a gasp from you.
“Oh my-.”
“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered in your ear seductively. “I just can’t enough of you.”
Miguel started fucking you like his life depended on it. Like if he didn’t come, the world would fall off its axis.
The room was filled with moans and grunts and your whining. This angle was so good, soooo fucking good. He was hitting your G-spot repeatedly. You were losing your mind. Miguel was kissing the back of your neck. He shifted all of his weight onto his right arm and wrapped his now free left hand around your neck, and started fucking you harder.
“You gonna come for me, hm?” He asked between grunts and groans. Your pussy felt so good around his cock. Miguel knew he was close, and he wanted you there with him. “Don’t hold back. Let it go mi corazón. Come for me.”
You got wetter, and all you could hear was his hips hitting your ass over and over again and the squelching of your pussy milking his cock.
Then out of nowhere, Miguel let out an obscenely loud and hot moan as he came and filled your cunt up with his come. He didn’t stop fucking you, though. His thursts may have stuttered a bit, but he never stopped.
You choked on a gasp when you felt him come deep inside of you, and your release took over your body. Miguel fucked you through your orgasm till you were both spent.
“Fuck, Miguel.” You mewled. “I want you to wake me up like that every fucking day.”
He laughed in response as he pulled his cock out of you. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
#miguel diaz#xolo maridueña#miguel diaz smut#miguel diaz x reader#cobra kai#miguel-diaz-smut#miguel diaz x you#miguel diaz fanfiction
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ㅤㅤ﹕ ꒰ ྀི 🧁 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑!𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ー ♡
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who clams up and starts to sweat when she spots you in the same room as her. tries to act like she’s all cool and hip, but how can she when you’re smiling at everyone, and making conversation while she’s just slumped in the corner of the room, blushing furiously because you’re here so close yet so far from her, and are oblivious to the fact she’s got a raging crush on you? and to make it even worse, for her . . you’re always catching her staring at you, and that fucking smile you offer her, makes her weak in the knees.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who fidgets relentlessly the first time you place your hand on her shoulder, as you try to move past a group of people. aware that it wasn’t intentional but she couldn’t stop the way her face flushed, hands began gripping her thighs tightly the longer you were touching her. thankful that her hair was covering the side of her face, so you couldn’t see how bright it became at the small touch. but god did you smell good. hints of flowers and something sweet that she couldn’t fully put her finger on. almost passing out when you whisper a small “hey” in her ear.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who shamelessly stutters the entire time when you finally sit down and talk to her. you though, being oblivious as usual, aren’t aware or noticing the way she’s got her fingernails digging into the chair or the way she has to stop looking at you and making a fool of herself as you talk about your day. It’s hard for her, you’re the prettiest thing she’s ever seen and she didn’t want to fuck it up by randomly blurting out you’re hot or fuck me. or simply has to bite down on her lip at the sound of your sweet, soft voice. she was utterly fucked.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who does indeed let her mouth get the better of her, and before she can stop herself she’s already rambling out “you’re just really pretty, why are you talking to me? There are more less awkward women here for you” and for a second, she’s scared you’re gonna up and leave her mid-conversation. instead, she’s blushing madly, bashfully nervous when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and a small “you’re more interesting than them, Pink” comes tumbling out your lips.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who ends up falling over a shipment of boxes at work when you surprise her, your hands barely doing any damage when placed on her shoulders, but you make her so nervous that she’s bound to fall over something and make it more embarrassing on her part. constantly and nervously chewing on her bottom lip the longer you just . . . stare at her with that fuckin’ pretty smile of yours. “was just wondering . . . do you wanna go on a date with me? that’s if you want to of course, Pink” to which she stutters a nervous “v..violet, my name . .” let’s just say it took her a solid 10 minutes to realize you were dead serious about a date.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who spends the entire first 30 minutes just gawking at you. she watches the way your fingers trace the wine glass, the way your nose crinkles up when you’re focused on reading the menu, and how the corner of your lips twitch upwards when spotting a group of dogs walking outside the restaurant. she still had no idea how to act cool around you, because watching, sitting there looking all elegant while she just stared like a damn perv, was nothing but cool. It’s your fault for being so pretty. pretty girls, especially you, are her weakness.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who outright almost whimpers and has to clench her thighs together tightly when you let out a soft moan, the taste of whatever food you ordered, she doesn’t remember honestly, hits your taste buds. how can someone even moan all pretty? she doesn’t fucking know but all she knows, is that she wants to hear it again, amongst other sounds, she’s dying to get you to make. she felt gross, thinking about you this way and imagining the way you would look, makeup ruined, tears staining your face as she buries her face between your thighs. would you run your fingers through her hair, tug and pull until she felt light-headed? would you damn near suffocate her with your legs? she would let you do anything, but if you keep moaning like that, she’s gonna burst.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who forgets how to speak or function the minute you somehow end up on her lap after eating. Shit, you aren’t really sure how you ended up sitting on her toned, hard thighs but you weren’t complaining. Violet, on the other hand, was panicking. her fingers were twitching, she could feel the sweat on her forehead trickling, and her throat was so dry because she you were so close to her, also didn’t know where to fucking put her hands. on your hips? on your neck? hell, in your hair? girl was so lost in her own gay panic that she didn’t feel your hands pulling her arms around your waist until you pat her on the head, placing your own on her shoulder. “you worry too much. you can touch me” don’t give her that fucking idea.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who for the first time in her life, is burnt like a tomato and insanely shy the minute you go down on her. she’s got one hand over her mouth trying to conceal the pathetic whimpers and moans, the other tangled in your hair. Your hands are gripping her hips for dear life, creating crescent moons in her soft skin, fucking hell— she doesn’t even know how long you’ve been between her legs, lapping up at her cunt like a starved woman. all she knows is that she’s on cloud nine. the feeling of your nose bumping against her clit, and the way your tongue feels between her folds is enough to have her panting like a dog. until of course, a sharp but gentle slap lands on her cunt, a needy whine slipping from her lips. “take your hand off your mouth, and let me fuckin’ hear you, yeah? can you be a good girl and let me hear you?”
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who is so loser by her 3rd orgasm that she’s touching you every with such a need. gripping your tits, pinching your nipples, kissing and sucking your neck. occasionally switching to your jaw, but always coming back to your neck, leaving pretty purple marks as she goes. hearing those moans and whimpers in her ear is another plus.if she could record every sound you’ve made tonight and make it on a loop, she would have done that hours ago because to her, you sound so angelic that she needs to hear it more.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who is obsessive when she hands her hand in your back pocket, keeping you close to her when someone gets too close and personal with you. she’s really not afraid to show people you are hers, and no one else’s. although she does panic a little at the thoughts of maybe she’s being too clingy or being way too possessive towards you, but it’s when you hold her free hand tighter, damn near breaking her fingers, that she calms down and can finally breathe.
꒰ ♡ ꒱ loser!violet who finally without a doubt, will steal your underwear, no matter if it's before or after sex or you are getting ready for the day. she will with no shame just take them out of your hand after you just picked out which pair you want to wear, and stuff them into her pocket. that smug grin on her lips when you looked at her, mouth open and eyes wide, hair still unbrushed and sticking out in different directions. “what? I’m taking these because you’ll be working and now i won’t miss you as much, if i have something to remind me of you, Sweetness”
#loser!violet#is this even loser behaviour? we will never know#vi x reader#vi x you#arcane vi x reader#vi imagine#vi arcane#vi smut#violet arcane#arcane violet#vi headcanons
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“ BABY MOVE YOUR HIPS, DON’T BREAK IT ”
synopsis: they can’t handle how your hips move the way they do.
pairing: various x fem!reader
warnings: mature language, MDI. descriptions of sex, use of vulgar words (cunt, slut), biting, hair-pulling, mentions of alcohol, public sex/exhibitionism, and i think that’s it - feel free to let me know if I’ve missed anything!
notes: wheee some smut for your timeline - hope you enjoy! <333
“Shake it from your waist down.”
Getting to watch his resolve crumble with every nasty swirl of your hips was hands down your favorite part about riding him. No matter how badly the ache in your thighs begged you to take a break, it’d be drowned out by the sound of him begging you not to, even though minutes ago he was so adamant on finishing his game.
If you even slowed down for a moment, he’d buck up into you desperately, pawing at your supple thighs for more of your tricks. Controller long discarded on the floor, game reduced to mere background noise, a teasing grin adorned your face at the complete delirious and love-struck expression on his, borderline entranced without anything else in that empty head but the feeling your snug walls, sucking him in so deep it made his toes curl.
“jesus—fuck.. jus’ like that..j-jus’ like that baby, shit.. use me, c’mon, fuckin’ use me!”
His mouth hung open long enough for drool to slip out the sides, moaning like a bitch when you switched up the rhythm on him out of nowhere that sent those watery, unfocused eyes to the back of his skull. His arms wrapped tightly around your middle like a lifeline, legs spreading wider to force him deeper into your gushy cunt as he buried his face in your neck, biting down on the sensitive spot to control his pathetic whines. You hissed, eyes fluttering but grabbed a fistful of his hair in retaliation, yanking him back. He keened, dick doing somersaults in your guts from both the sting and the searing look in your eyes.
You scoffed. “Don’t remember.. giving you—uhnshit!…g-giving you permission to hide your pretty sounds from me, slut..”
Ineligible apologies flowed out of him, as did the tears down his face from the intense feeling, bits of your name in the mix of it somewhere. It’s not until you ascended off his dick painstakingly slow before stilling at the tip to pulse around the sensitive head, nearly making him sob, then slamming back down does he let you hear it all.
Especially when you repeat the motion again and again and again.
“Oh, f-fuck! Fuckfuckfuck,wait..wait baby, g-gonna—hah!”
Without much choice he came prematurely, thick, hot cum filling you so deep you could’ve sworn you tasted it in the back of your throat. You cooed at him, racking your fingers through his hair as you fought back your own moans as he rode out his orgasm with strong, quick thrusts that would certainly have you walking funny later, milking him dry for all that he’s worth until he got worked up again for another round.
It was always a gamble with you in this position, never knowing how long he’d last; hips too lethal.
(tr) takemichi, kazutora, chifuyu, ANGRY, HAKKAI (hq) nishinoya, atsumu, BOKUTO, kenma<3, tendo, MAKI (mha) deku, shinso, DENKI KAMINARI, kirishima (for sure bites)
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“Margarita got a bitch on ten.”
Should’ve known better than to leave you alone for this long.
With the liquor flowing through your veins, club lights painting the room crimson, and the beat of a song you frequently fuck to blaring through the speakers, it’s no wonder when he laid eyes on you again that you’d already be grinding up on someone else, shooting him a sly look as if it wasn’t his attention you were vying for in the first place. And he had about five seconds before you used this sorry loser to sedate your insatiable appetite, one he’s been ignoring since arrival in favor of his work.
He’d kill everyone in the vicinity before letting that happen.
Barely got off the dance floor before you pulled him to a stop, pressing up against his chest with a leg teasing up his thigh as you gestured to the vip area. It was secluded, but still open for onlookers to walk by and see everything going on behind the velvet rope. He raised a brow in question, you merely wearing that look he knew all too well. Leaning up to whisper in his ear, nothing could’ve prepared him for what you proposed he do to you.
“Let’s do it on the couch over there. Wan’ everyone to see how good you take it when I ride you, pretty boy…”
Maybe it was the tequila that made you request something so bold. But, who was he to deny such a tantalizing offer?
His arms rested behind the couch, granting you majority of control to set the pace, and god were you doing a fantastic job of that. It sent his brain into a fog, hooded eyes watching your every move from your heaving breasts, all the way down to where you connected, gaze intently focused on the white ring forming around the base. He groaned at the sinful visual, abdomen clenching with every drag of your sweet pussy, occasionally leaning forward to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss that was all tongue.
The audience you’ve accumulated were fascinated, appalled even; but they couldn’t look away. Others did their best to ignore it, but as things progressed, the two of you growing more shameless, it was hard not to tune in after a while. Eventually, it turned into a group effort, some club-goers cheering the two of you on while others threw money, requesting tricks for you to do while on his dick—A spin, riding it reverse style, spelling a long word with your hips with them chanting out the letters, edging him in the process and leaving him looking like a complete mess in front of all his patrons.
Until, he inevitably loses composure, and fucking you hard on the table covered in Benjamins—A whole performance.
God bless Margaritas.
(tr) mikey, IZANA, sanzu, shion, BAJI, smiley :)) (hq) kyotani, iwa<3, terushima, mattsun (mha) shigaraki, dabi, hawks!!!, sero, shindo
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The taste on your tongue (m)
synopsis. he’s a possessive person, you should know better.
the request: Hi hiii!! Your works are so interesting t read! I badly wanna read about Bakugo watching Y/N play valorant or any games similar to valorant with their friends and he hears you say "hey, (friend name) if you clutch, I'll suck your dick!" But Y/n only said it as a joke and then their friend actually clutched and she bursted out laughing along with her friends but after that, Bakugo forces you suck his own cock until he cums, telling you that she should say that to him and him only before he also fucks her stupid
warnings: possessive!bakugou, crude language, slut-shaming, degradation, oral sex (m!receiving), kissing, biting, mentions of blood, dom!bakugou, mentions of moaning, he’s such a dirty talker damn. mdni.
note. send asks? ENJOY, not edited. ❤️❤️
Maybe you shouldn’t have pissed him off so much.
Bakugou was a jealous man, he was territorial with you, but you’d never thought that a joke would get him so mad.
“Fuck! Your slutty little mouth is a sin of its own!”
He growls, your eyes are filled with hot tears, you can’t see him clearly, your knees hurt but he’s merciless. He is shoving it deeper into your throat and you can’t do anything but to swallow.
The air supply is short, “you only suck my dick!” He is being so cruel to you right now.
All you did was joke about sucking your friend off, while you now get was inappropriate, especially if you have a boyfriend, a very possessive boyfriend.
Bakugou loves you, very fucking much.
But he doesn’t get jokes, you love him very much too, he’s the only man you’ll ever love. you both have very opposite personalities.
But there is one big similarity between the two of you.
You both don’t watch your mouth.
“Fuck, it feels so fuckin’ good, I-I’m gonna cum..” he moans, you inhale a sharp breath, your jaw hurts, but he feels so good.
You want to make it up to him.
“Fuck fuck fuck… ‘m so close, make me cum yn.” Bakugou buries your face deeper into his crotch, by grabbing your hair and forcing it.
“My fuckin whore. Only mine.” He glance up at him, your hair is mess, your mouth is a mess and you can feel him shaking now, he’s turning into a mess too.
And you’re ready to take it.
All of him.
“Your fuckin’ pretty mouth is mine to fuck as I wish! Fuckin’ mine,” you can feel him bucking his hips, he’s close.
You feel close too.
‘M gonna fuck your mouth full, you wan’it baby don’t’ya?” Bakugous tone is sickly sweet, “mhmm..” you barely reply.
“My good ba-baby fuck take it all.”
You feel him spilling all over your face, you swallow like a good girl, you want him to forgive you and you’ll do anything.
“Ye-Yeah babe, jus’like that, fuck….” He exhales a loud moan, “you’re gonna be the death of me.”
Bakugou immediately picks your body up, grabbing your face by force and kissing you fiercely, his tongue is exploring every inch of your mouth.
“‘love you so much.” He moans once again into your lips, tasting himself.
“That’s the only taste that should be in your mouth.” He licks your lip and his teeth graze your lips, he bites it hard, you whine as the pain is too strong.
“How fuckin dare you say that to him?” He stops kissing you, you cry out as you watch a string of blood connecting your lips, his hands don’t give you a break though, travelling into your panties as he grabs and cups,
His fingers are cold on your burning core, your breath hitches when you feel him tease you, “he can’t fuck you though right, princess?”
“Y-Yes, katsu!” You bite the inside of your cheek, he’s such a tease.
“now I’m gonna fuck your brains out until the name you remember is mine.”
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Arachnophilia: (Part Twenty-Four AU)
Threesome Edition
Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)
Chapter Masterlist 🕷️
Content: Threesome (M/M/GN), Jealousy/possessive fighting, Spitroasting, Size difference, Oral sex (reader performing & recieving), Swallowing, Double penetration, PinV sex, Anal sex, Breeding kink, Humiliation kink, Creampie, Aftercare.
Word count: 11k
Notes: Alright you fuckin degenerates HERE YOU GO! I DID IT! Alternate version of chap twenty-four which ends with a bit more s p i c e, aka Miguel is no longer a dumb virgin.
You barrelled into the elevator with Mig at your back. Neither of you could even stomach waiting until the doors were closed; the moment you hit the floor he was pinning you down with his lips and biceps, tonguing your mouth with furious, pining little moans. The doors closed on a handful of curious if horrified onlookers.
‘Mm- mm, come here’ he hissed between kisses, furiously petting your body.
‘M-Mig—’ You barely even got his name out of your mouth before his tongue was back down your throat. The soft ‘ding’ of the elevator, a reminder of the professional, clean-cut environment you were in, was drowned out by the sound of Mig grinding you into the floor.
You dug your nails into his back as you smothered you with his human torso. It was hard to breathe. You felt your lungs expanding in your chest as his muscled chest crushed your ribs. No air could hope to break through the bond he’d made between your lips, that halo of saliva and venom, allowing him to taste you in the most perverse way. His flat, hot tongue was curious as it brushed your own. You felt so delicate. So small. He wanted to eat you up.
You were getting lightheaded.
‘Mm—MM—’
It was right then, as Mig was sliding his tongue down your throat, that a deafening bang filled the elevator. You spun in unison to see the unexpected interruption.
The doors to the elevator had been yanked apart, revealing a tall and imposing shadow in its maw. You both watched in a state of panic as their face came into view.
Miguel’s cold, tired pout stared back at you and Mig from the elevators entrance.
For a moment all three of you went silent. You were too shocked to say a word, as was Mig, and Miguel seemed too exasperated to get a word out. He simply ran a hand down his face and furiously rubbed at his eyes.
‘Ay coño—’ he murmured beneath his breath.
You felt your heart sink into your chest. Oh god. You’d been tricked. Of course, this was all a ruse, wasn’t it? Miguel had set you up, made you feel safe, and now he was going to show you off to everyone. You could faintly see the curious spiders moving about the lobby behind him, all of them in the perfect position to see you beneath Mig.
You locked gazes with Miguel as he stared down at you with cold, red, disdainful eyes. You silently pleaded for him not to do whatever he was about to do, even though you knew it was likely pointless. His eyes narrowed.
‘Everything okay Miguel?’
Someone from outside called to him, and you braced for him to reveal you and Mig in your compromising position. But Miguel didn’t do that.
‘It’s fine! Lyla spotted something off about the elevator. I’m going to check it out’ he said, and before anyone could reply he used his own web to slam the elevator doors shut.
You were too shocked to even get up. ‘You—Miguel, where did you—’
‘Why… did you not USE A PORTAL TO GO HOME?’ he hissed in your face. You stumbled back as Mig pushed his way forward, his teeth defensively bared. The two butted foreheads so hard that it let out a violent cracking noise.
It took you stumbling to your feet to stop them from breaking into an all-out war. Your skin-tight suit had been soaked with slick just from Mig’s sweet kisses, and the smell seemed to have a physical pull on the two men. You stood, sodden and abashed, beneath the joint glow of their eyes.
‘I….’ Miguel grunted and coughed, forcing his aggravated expression back on like a mask. ‘I said, why did you two not make a portal and go back to your universe. Why did you go into the elevator?!’
‘I, ah—I, wasn’t, thinking straight’ you blurted. ‘I just… I needed, to—’
‘Eres estúpido—’ Miguel paused midway through his angry rant to breathe. You watched in real time as he forced that instinctual rage down. ‘I know’ Miguel grunted. ‘I know. God, you both—stink. Just— alright, stand back’ he barked. You hated how you still obediently followed his orders.
Miguel held up his watch and created a portal on the far side of the elevator. He gestured for you both to jump in. ‘Here. Sneak out while you can, I’ll divert the people outside.’
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. You wanted to ask what his deal was, where he’d gone, why he was suddenly helping. You had a million questions for this man, though you quickly realized they’d have to wait, as Mig was tugging you towards him. The spider hadn’t blinked since Miguel entered the elevator, and his body was shaking with an innate desire to tear his rival to shreds.
Miguel stared back with cold eyes.
‘Go, now. Out’ he said. Mig bobbed his head. He checked quickly that you were safe and stable at his side, and with his foreleg around your waist he leapt through.
You dove through the portal and stumbled back out into the old woods, your feet right on the verge of your homely little hole in the ground. You let out a low groan as you hit the grass.
The heat was still burning low and strong in your core, thickening with every minute that passed. You’d settled it a little by letting Mig grind on you, but it would soon return. At least you’d be able to quell it at home.
Mig took a moment to collect himself on the grass before grasping your nape between his teeth, his favourite method for carrying you in a rut. It was pleasurable to grasp you in his maw, to show off how small you were and how strong he was. You didn’t need words; his warm, affectionate breath on your neck was enough, as was your willing acceptance of his grip.
You hung limp and allowed him to carry you down into your shared nest. Through the rounded door, down into the dimly lit earthen tunnels where the candlelight danced across your skin. Your belly knotted in anticipation. You knew where he was taking you.
Sure enough, Mig went straight to the bedroom. He widened his jaw and let you drop into the soft, sweet silk covering your shared bed, all of it smelling like him. You breathed in his scent as he began rustling at your back. He was doing his little mating dance, rhythmically shaking to earn your favour.
‘Mi tesoro’ he whined. ‘Mi hermoso tesoro, te necesito.’
You coyly glanced over your shoulder at him. That temptation was bubbling in your gut again, the heat prickling beneath the skin. You wanted that pretty spider to have you.
‘Mm… Mig, come here—’
You rolled and held out your arms, ready to take him in, only to lose sight of him in an explosion of light.
Your arms flew to your face as Mig dived on your body. You could feel him trying to shield you, but from what you didn’t know. You tensed and prepared for some kind of attack.
But nothing happened. Seconds passed without a change in the air, spare for the light you could see dancing beneath your closed lids. When Mig also failed to move or speak, you opened your eyes.
You froze. Miguel was standing in the middle of your bedroom, his silhouette framed by a shifting portal, the culprit of the sudden explosion of light. He ignored you both as you gawked in shock, instead fixing his sleeves as the portal collapsed in on itself.
‘Miguel?’ you blurted. He glanced down at you and froze. He could smell the heat on you even here. That fragrant, tempting musk, the scent of slick dripping from a body ready for him to breed.
He was like a starving man on the brink of death being taunted with an overripe peach; all he wanted to do was tear into that soft flesh, and taste whatever was inside. He bit his tongue to stop flushing.
‘Really? The moment you got back, you start—rubbing on each other again? Not a second to waste? God you are both—’ he paused to hiss beneath his breath. ‘Degenerado. Cochino’ he emphasised as he glanced at Mig. The two locked eyes.
‘You’ Mig hissed, venom bubbling at the corners of his teeth.
‘Cochino’ Mig repeated coldly.
The two jumped at each other before you could even think of stopping them. They went for the throat, teeth gnashing and claws flying, snapping and pushing on each other’s shoulders like dogs. You yanked at Mig’s fur in vain.
‘STOP! MIGUEL, STOP!’ you cried.
After the initial burst of rage Miguel did force himself back. He stumbled away and panted hard, leaving you to grip Mig’s side so he didn’t finish the job. It was clear that the hormones in the room were simply too much for them.
‘Get OUT, OF MY NEST!’ Mig seethed. His body let out a rustling sound like a snake, a fools attempt to scare Miguel away. His variant let out a violent hiss, and you tensed in preparation for another attack, but to your surprise Miguel instead relented.
He drew back and shook his head from side to side, physically smacking the left side of his face with his palm. He continued this pattern until he seemed to have calmed. ‘Look, I—I came, to talk. I need to talk to you both’ he said.
‘You are not welcome in my nest, nor even in this forest’ Mig said, his lip curling with distaste.
‘I just—I need to talk to you!’ Miguel replied cryptically. Mig was having none of it. He stamped and reared his front legs in a territorial display.
‘I have nothing to say to you, spare perhaps that I’m disappointed to see you didn’t—’ Mig froze. He wanted to say ‘die’, but as it reached his lips it petered out into nothing. That wasn’t the truth. His raging, stallion hormones were pushing him into anger unbecoming of himself.
He was, deep down, glad to see Miguel alive. Nothing could quell their past, nor his fundamental morals. He valued life. He valued this man, even if he hated him for what he’d done. Mig swallowed hard and struggled to regain his commanding tone.
‘You… What do you want?’ he barked. ‘If you want them—’
‘Idiot. I’m not here to hurt you, or to touch them, or—anything of the sort. Look, if you’re that paranoid, you can… tie my hands together. You’re a freak, you should enjoy that, right?’ Miguel replied spitefully.
Mig narrowed his eyes. ‘If our shared insecurity taught you anything, it should be that you are not my type’ he said slowly.
Miguel narrowed his eyes back. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a grim half-smile. He let out a chuckle. It was just one soft noise, then two, then three. ‘Mhm. Funny. Funny. Just—can we talk? …Please?’
He said ‘please’ like it physically hurt to say, but he said it. Mig glanced around his shoulder at you, and you glanced back.
You weren’t sure what to think. Miguel so far had done three things that surprised you. He’d filed the paperwork so you didn’t get in trouble, which at the time you suspected could have been a secret ploy to ruin you later, but now he’d been given the most perfect chance to embarrass you both in front of the society and he’d instead saved you again.
‘If you wanted to talk you have a funny way of going about it’ you said coldly, nothing the fresh cuts on Miguel’s arm. He sneered at you. He clearly wanted to argue back, but just like before he shook his head until his eyes were a little clearer. It was as if he was physically fighting some demonic possession.
‘We’re—spiders. It’s what we do’ he said in response, only to fold at the sight of your disgusted, disbelieving expression. ‘I mean—the, rut, it… I’m sorry. I will hold my tongue’ he said instead.
‘Do you promise to just… stand, quietly? And not, attack my partner again?’ you asked.
‘Yes. I will- stand here, and not attack. I promise’ he said, and even waved his wrist web mechanisms aside. He held up his hands in surrender.
The distaste in Miguel’s eyes was what you wanted to see. If he’d had something planned he’d have looked cool, collected, perhaps smug even. Right now, he looked angry. He looked annoyed, even, that he had to do this. He was doing this against his will, meaning either someone was forcing him to help you, or he was forcing himself to do this.
You gently patted Mig’s back, urging him to lean around and face you again.
‘Let’s hear him out’ you said. Mig instinctively looked disgusted at the idea, almost betrayed that you’d even suggest it.
‘He—after what he did—’
‘I’m not asking for anything other than to hear him out’ you insisted. ‘If he makes a move, you can kill him. Though, only if I haven’t killed him first. But twice now he’s helped us out. He was given the perfect chance to actually get us kicked out and he rejected it.’
‘He— It’s a, ploy. It has to be’ Mig hissed. You shook your head.
‘No. If he had a plan, he wouldn’t be so angry that he’d done it. He knows he’s getting nothing out of this.’
Miguel raised a brow as you spoke. He seemed begrudgingly impressed at how perceptive you were.
‘Argh…. Very well. Arañita, ask what you must’ Mig grumbled. ‘Just don’t let him stay too long. His- stench is disgusting.’
Miguel opened his mouth to argue back, but a murderous side-eye from you forced his mouth shut again. He curled his lip with petulant disdain as you faced him.
‘Alright. Look, we don’t have much time, unless—well unless you plan to watch again, so let’s be quick. Up front, what do you want?’ you spat. Miguel widened his jaw and snapped as he spun, his body betraying the mannerisms of a cornered animal.
‘I wanted to—apologize.’ He grit his teeth on the word ‘apologize’, and he refused to make eye contact, but he did at least manage to get it out. You paused.
‘You—You want to apologise?’ you said incredulously. He grit his teeth so hard they cracked.
‘Y… Yes. Yes. I want to apologize’ he repeated.
You maintained your pause, your eyebrow slowly raising. Now this was interesting. Interesting enough for you to briefly push your heat aside. ‘Okay’ you said, ‘go on. Do it. Apologize.’
Mig let out a dangerous purr at your back as he watched the man with unblinking eyes, as did you. Miguel felt that gaze like a spotlight.
‘I’m—sorry, for how I acted’ Miguel said. The words seemed to weigh in his mouth like hot coals. It looked like agony. ‘I’m sorry. I am, genuinely, sorry, that I let my distaste for you personally impact their safety.’
‘What about Mig’s safety?’ you pushed.
Miguel bared his teeth. ‘I was getting to tha—uh. Yes, I am sorry that I impacted on your safety too, Miguel. You—whatever issues we have, you were under my care, and… you are one of me. The only one of me I still have contact with. I should have kept you safe.’
‘I don’t need your protecting’ Mig sneered. He reared himself for the second time, fully gripping the roots of the ceiling with his claws to show off his enormous side. Miguel stirred with discomfort at the display. He tried, against all the impulses in his body telling him otherwise, to stand still and finish his apology.
‘I’m sorry I tried to approach you so aggressively while in rut, I—am, disgusted in myself for that. I grabbed you and that was wrong. I’m sorry I acted unprofessionally in trying to tear you apart. I truly, believed, I was doing what was right, that you were in danger in his care, but I—I was wrong’ he said, grimacing on the word ‘wrong’.
‘I know I was wrong. And I hate it, because I can’t afford to be wrong, but that—that isn’t your fault. I just—I am sorry, for how I pushed both of you. You… didn’t, technically, do anything wrong.’
Mig listened in silence. When he spoke, it was cold.
‘I don’t care. I don’t want it.’
‘Mig—’
‘I don’t need, nor want, his apology’ Mig cried, both at you and Miguel. ‘And you shouldn’t either. He is a lying snake!’
‘I can’t—lie! O’Hara’s can’t lie!’ Miguel argued, his hands now clasped to his chest. Mig spat venom at him for the second time.
‘You are not an O’Hara. You are a snake. You are—’
‘YOU’RE being unfair! I apologized, I—I did the thing, this is not my fault anymore!’
Mig let out a sardonic laugh. ‘After all you’ve done? You pathetic, grovelling, creature, begging for my mate, begging for attention—’
‘I’M SORRY’ Miguel blurted. Mig reared himself up to instigate a fight, but this time you held him back. You grabbed a thick fistful of his fur and tugged him back down to the bed beside you.
‘Miggy- stop—’
You heard their teeth clashing above you. You hated, internally, how your hot little body throbbed at the sound. You were still instinctively excited by their violence.
‘YOU ARE A SNAKE—’
‘I’M TRYING—TO FIX THING—’
‘YOU ARE A MONSTER!’ Mig cried, his mouth barely a cm Miguel’s.
‘YES! YES, I AM!’
Miguel’s wailing filled the room as the two fell apart, and for a moment you all paused. He let out another broken sound as he paced back and forth across the dirt floor of your bedroom, his head now hanging in his clawed hands.
‘I am! I am! Why do you have to remind me!?’
Mig paused. He was trembling with the unfulfilled need to fight, coursing with adrenaline, but that noise ruined everything. The sound of a man wailing. He didn’t know what to do with that.
‘You… After, all you’ve done—’
‘Yes! I know! It’s why I--- It’s why, I’m trying’ he whined through gritted teeth. You could feel Mig tapping his feet in discomfort.
‘Is that what—do I have to stand here, and be berated, to fix this!?’
‘Why should I not be allowed to speak to you the way I want?!’ Mig snapped.
‘Because it—GOD, It’s so easy for you!’
‘What do you mean, easy for me?!’
‘Because despite what you are, you—grotesque, beast, you get to be—’ Miguel paused again. Through all that anger, through all that disgust, you thought for a moment that he looked sad. ‘You get… you get…’
He looked pitiable, lost, alone. It flashed over his eyes for just a second before he blinked it away.
‘I have seen, every version of myself’ Miguel said. His voice had dipped now, reflecting that internal sadness you’d sensed. ‘Every. Version. They are all… miserable. They all lose someone, if not everything. Do you know how many Peter Parkers there are, that are happy?’
You shook your head awkwardly, and Miguel let out a sardonic chuckle. ‘Almost 60%. Do you know how many versions of me, are happy?’
Again, you shook your head. You saw that little flash of self-pity again.
‘It’s just… him’ he spat. He raised a claw and pointed it at Mig, who stared back with sombre eyes. ‘It’s just, him, now. The only one happy, and it wasn’t even with someone from his own universe. He’s all that’s left. The only other version of us who got to be happy was the one who wasn’t changed, who got to have a child, but he died before he got to really raise her. Everywhere I went, I was alone, or dead, or a monster. Do you know, what they DOES to a person?’
You felt your body growing small in the face of his spiel. You felt Mig shuffling uncomfortably.
‘You don’t. But he does.’ Miguel pointed again to Mig, who refused to meet his gaze. ‘He knows. He knows what it means to be alone, and for that I needed him.’
For some reason, that sentiment bothered you. ‘You treated Mig worse than anyone else’ you blurted. Miguel didn’t deny it.
‘Because I know why we’re alone! It’s—us! As beings!’ Miguel lamented. ‘It’s the spider in us, this, monster, this animal, with no morals, just—eat, fuck, sleep, kill. I wanted to believe I could be good. That I could be better. But I keep…’
He paused again to let out a long breath. ‘I keep, fucking, up. I keep hurting people, like you. But he fucked up too. I justified, myself, because… well he fucked up too. It must be all of us. But he… You, stayed with him, so long. You ignored peoples disgust, you—ignored his body, and you, stayed. I couldn’t comprehend why. I thought—he had to be using you.’
‘I stayed because he’s good’ you insisted. ‘See, you’re so—cruel to him, just for looking this way. He’s only ever been kind.’
‘Ah. Yep. And there it is.’
You blinked in confusion as Miguel smiled sadly.
‘There it is, that’s what drove me so mad. Like he said. I am—a jealous, man. Why did you care about him, why did you want him, and not me?’
‘I—’
‘It doesn’t matter. Does it? It doesn’t matter why you picked him. All that mattered, to me, is that you didn’t pick me. I… hate, what I am. I despise it. And I just—I wanted, someone, to want me. Even a part of me. I wanted someone to prove me wrong. But they never did.’
‘But, your friend—’ you started to say, until Miguel interrupted you again.
‘Pity’ Miguel grunted. ‘It feels like… pity, when he touches me. It’s why I can’t stand it unless I have to. He’s a good man, but… Nobody touches me because they want me.’
‘How sad’ Mig cruelly noted. Miguel let out another sad laugh, and you noticed then that his red eyes were wavering. They were swimming, like the setting sun over an ocean scape. He was crying. He was trembling as he fought himself.
‘You stood by his side. You stood by him through everything, and I…’
He paused and wiped a hand down his face. ‘I have no excuse anymore. Something is wrong with me. I don’t know what, maybe—it is, the spider, maybe its potency is more in me than him because its hidden, I don’t know. I just know that, he’s doing something right, and—I don’t know what it is, but, I want to know.’
He turned to face the wall, seemingly to hide his emotion. ‘I’m sorry’ Miguel said slowly. ‘I am, sorry.’
Mig took a minute or so to slow his breathing, using your warmth and presence as a comforter to soothe his violently beating heart. His body began to relax as he leant against you for support.
Bit by bit, the tension in the room burnt out. Soon all that was left was the smouldering remnants of a very complicated relationship, lingering within all three of you at once.
‘I… don’t, know, how to trust this’ Mig hissed. ‘I don’t know how I’m supposed to trust you.’
‘I will prove it’ Miguel said over his shoulder. ‘I will. I want to, help.’
‘Help with what?’ Mig pushed.
Miguel let out an exasperated sigh. ‘We mentioned, ages ago, that the reason you needed to be sanctioned was due to the unknown factors around people from different dimensions having children. Right?’
‘Yes. I remember what you used to keep us apart’ Mig hissed.
‘I…’ Miguel opened his mouth to deny it, but he had to stop himself. He knew it was true. ‘Yes, I did. I used it as an excuse to shame you away from each other. But—it wasn’t, untrue.’
‘What wasn’t?’ you asked.
‘The issue of, inter-dimensional couples’ Miguel explained. ‘That. That is the issue. People from different universes have different DNA, we’re coded to the universe we came from. As far as we know, it’s not changeable. It’s why, without that watch there, you would de-stabilize and your DNA would crumble in another world.’
You blinked, and glanced at the watch on your wrist. As you contemplated what he was saying, you started to feel a little sick. The reminder that you weren’t welcome here, that you were hanging by a thread in this world, it hurt to realize. You and Mig weren’t from the same universe. You were never meant to meet.
‘Because of that, the idea that—well, the possibility of breeding between dimensions, it’s never been touched before. None of our members have tried, until… you, two. There is a very real fear that it could cause an anomaly, or—kill you, one or both of you.’
You were drawn to look at Mig, and he was drawn to look at you. He looked horrified. The intrusive memory of Dana, dead on the ground, filled his head. The idea of that being you, of you dying in an attempt to bring about offspring for him, it made him his heart palpitate.
‘Arañita?’ he whimpered. You touched a hand to his flank to help keep him grounded, and internally you stiffened yourself. He needed you to be strong for him.
‘We… yeah. We know that’ you said slowly. ‘I mean—even if it wasn’t true, we accepted that we might not be able to have kids. It’s fine. I’m happy with him.’
‘That’s fine, but… If we could know for sure, would you want to know?’ Miguel asked.
‘I… I mean, yes, but, how?’ you asked, still in shock.
‘I’ve done some research into this area before. I haven’t conducted anything regarding the creation of new life via different universal donors, but, I think my previous research may be useful. I just—I need help to do it. I wasn’t good enough, on my own, to do anything successfully. I’m too- busy.’
He cracked his knuckles as he spoke. He looked angry to admit it, to acknowledge his failure. You watched his full display with wide and curious eyes. Something in him had undoubtedly changed.
‘You’re, asking for help?’
‘Yes. I need—more of me’ Miguel explained. ‘I will do the bulk, since I’m the only one who can do it, but I need assistance, and the only one who can help is another version of me.’
‘And, you’ll help us find out if we can, stay? Together? Why?’ you asked.
Miguel grunted, his lip curling into a slightly sarcastic smile. ‘After all the failures I saw, I gave up. But… I have convinced myself, perhaps stupidly, to do this one more time. To try, one last time. Maybe I can still prove I’m a good person, maybe—’ Maybe I could love something, he thought, though he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Maybe he could be happy. Maybe, he wasn’t doomed.
Mig grunted at Miguels proposition. He didn’t look pleased, but deep down he had regained some of his sympathy for his variant. This arrogant fool had ruined himself, and now he stood here crying, asking for help.
It felt good to see him so low. It also felt bad. Mig could so easily see himself in his place. He’d done so much, and yet he just kept forgiving him. Perhaps he was stupid for that.
Deep down he did want to regain his connection to Miguel, as the only two people in the multiverse who understood each other. How could he not? But the water was so murky now, he didn’t know if it could ever be fully cleaned.
The hormones certainly didn’t help. While he instinctually wanted to submit to you, in turn he wanted to submit this man. He’d beaten him in a fight, he’d won your favour, and yet it wasn’t enough. He still felt unfulfilled. What more could he need? What could he do to even them?
Either way, what mattered is that Miguel was making an offer that meant the world to him. The chance to be with you long term, to consider having a family, to be a unit. It was all he wanted.
‘Very well’ Mig said slowly. He began to lower his tensed spider legs back to the floor as a sign of clemency. ‘I… accept your proposal. I cannot accept your apology, but I accept it as a… start.’
Miguel gave an awkward nod in response. His eyes betrayed a conflicted admiration for his counterpart, though it was still tinted with self-loathing and jealousy. Mig sighed. His own eyes betrayed the same.
‘Yes, I um—I don’t know if I can forgive, yet, not until I’ve seen some change, but… I mean I appreciate the apology. I do’ you said.
‘Oh, god—don’t pity me too’ Miguel scoffed.
You let out a little sarcastic laugh through your nose. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t. I—’
You opened your mouth to add something, only to double over with a low groan.
You’d forgotten. In the thick of shock you’d forgotten the heat, still lingering deep within your body, begging for release. Against your will it reared its head, that primal urge bursting forth into your blood. It was hot. It was tight. It was BEGGING.
‘Ah…. F-fuck, ah—’
‘Are they okay?’ Miguel blurted. Against his better judgement he moved to help you, only to get a nose-full of that smell. The sweet, rich musk of your body, the smell of pheromones calling to him. He almost stumbled.
‘Oh… Oh. I—’
He caught Mig’s eye as you whined and shuffled in the sheets. The spider was glowing with dangerous intent. His eyes were wide, red, bloody and smooth, and he was slowly moving to cover your body. He refused to blink as he dragged your little body towards his own, his teeth sinking into your suit to pull you closer.
Miguel felt that usual flood of confusing, conflicting emotion. He felt jealousy, lust, disgust. He wanted to run, to flee, and yet he wanted more than anything to dive in, to bury himself in that mattress and plead for your favour.
‘I see you are—busy’ Miguel said through his teeth.
You managed to look up at him as he spoke, your misty eyes struggling to fixate on his face.
Just as he could smell you, you could smell him. As you breathed in his pheromones you came to a sad realization.
Miguel was still infected. He was still rich with pollen, still rutting, still burning up with heat, and he had no other outlet. You’d needed sex almost ten times a day to soothe your shared rut, but theoretically, Miguel had received nothing. No relief, no saving, just that agonising itch he couldn’t scratch.
Your saw his eyes lingering. He was sniffing, subtly, breathing in the smell of warmth and sex and musk. You saw his fist tighten and noted the subtle squeak of straining leather as it did so.
‘I… I should, go—’
‘Wait.’
You spoke without thinking, ordering him to stay. He did as told, his eyes lingering on your face. You held that gaze.
O’Hara’s couldn’t lie. They could hide the truth, but they couldn’t distort it. You knew he was genuinely sorry for what he’d done. He wouldn’t sound so angry about it if he wasn’t. Whatever he’d done before, right now, he was tame.
You couldn’t forgive him so easily, but your brain was on fire. The heat had burned away all higher thought, and you just couldn’t cope with the need. You saw him standing there, alone, and you thought about when you were crushed during the fight.
You secretly relived that memory often. The thought of being penetrated on both ends, to be utterly subdued by two huge men with their snapping teeth and inhuman pheromones, it was too much to even think about. It made you soft. It made your insides clench around nothing, reminding you of your own need to be filled.
The final, filthiest taboo. The one peak, the one ultimate indulgence. That sweet, rare, unachievable gem.
As you looked up with misty eyes you saw the tension in Miguel. The need bubbling just under the surface, the accumulated denial of relief. That stupid, emotionally constipated man, denying himself the most basic touch, ruining himself for pride.
It was hard to not feel sorry for him. It was hard to not want to see him weep over the faintest touch. It was hard to not want to submit him yourself.
‘I think… I think, I know, how he can start showing, how sorry he is’ you murmured.
You felt Mig shifting above you. He was already hard, unabashedly so even in front of his variant, and he seemed too distracted to have heard you. He was panting while rubbing himself out against your thighs.
‘Uhn… w-what?’ he asked, his voice husky. You licked your bottom lip.
‘I… I know, how he can start, making it up to us. If he agrees’ you repeated slowly. You felt Mig rock to a stop.
‘What— What do you mean?’ Miguel hissed. He was feigning annoyance to avoid revealing how aroused he was, how the smell of your body was tugging at him like a physical rope. You licked your lip a second time, and this time, you bit it. Miguel’s eyes instinctively widened.
‘We made him watch us, that one time, right?’ you said slowly. While Mig purred at the memory Miguel looked away, clearly embarrassed. He must have assumed you were going to make him sit and watch again.
‘Yes, I remember’ Mig replied. ‘Do you—’
‘What if, we—did that again, but this time, we let him help?’ you blurted.
Miguel’s head snapped back to you, his eyes wide and hungry. He seemed confused. Did he think he’d misheard? Did he think his mind was playing tricks? You held his gaze steady, your own eyes starving for touch, and slowly his eyes widened with realization. No, he’d heard right.
‘He could… help us out, with easing the r—’
Mig growled hard, cutting off your proposition. You groaned as his talons sank into your back. He pinned you hard to the bed as he leered around your back, his eyes burning as they narrowed at Miguel.
‘Mine.’
‘No, Mig, I—’ you glanced up and tried to catch Mig’s attention, your eyes darting between him and Miguel. You were gesturing silently your desire, your interest.
‘What—what are you saying, arañita?’ he hissed. You bade for him to come down so you could speak with some semblance of privacy.
‘I… I, look, just hear me out. I’m suggesting, that… maybe, just, one time, it—fuck, this rut is so bad, and, if he owes us, it might help me, to… let him, get, involved.’
For a moment you saw concern flash over Mig’s eyes. ‘You… want, him?’ he asked. You shook your head.
‘No, no, not like that. I don’t want him. Just… what he has on him’ you whispered. ‘This is purely physical, I just… This all started, because—mm—we’re all, messy, hormonal, idiots, and you know that. I-I know, you offered to let him watch again, to—ease himself. I-I’m offering that again, just—different. As weird as it is, he owes us, and I want him—to make up for shaming us. How better than to show him for the hypocrite he is?’
In the corner Miguel was absolutely still. He was trying to cover up how he was almost drooling at the mouth like a starving animal, his venom glands working overtime as his rutting body trembled.
This was wrong, he thought. This was so wrong. He shouldn’t want this. He shouldn’t indulge this. Oh, but god, the idea of touching something, of being touched, it made him dizzy. Despite his brain screaming at him to go, he stayed.
‘I-I don’t want your, pity fuck’ Miguel hissed.
‘It’s not pity’ you hissed back, your own body now trembling. ‘I want—to use you.’
Those words drew him to pause. Being used? That meant being wanted, at least on some level, right? Suddenly all of his reservations melted, leaving only the burning, desperate excitement beneath. He’d be touched. He’d be wanted, even just as a donor. He’d be required.
Mig purred low. His eyes were narrowed, but he seemed curious. ‘You… Wish to, use him?’ he murmured. ‘But, the mating—’
‘No mating’ you panted. ‘Just- I’m proposing just the mouth, for now. No mating. I only mate with you.’
The mouth, Miguel thought with a tremble. He could fuck your mouth.
Mig grunted, his breath condensing in the air. The glow of his eyes turned his smoky breath red. He refused to let anyone else touch you, or inside you, but he couldn’t pretend something inside him wasn’t a little aroused by the idea of you using his counterpart for your own pleasure.
The heat was spiralling you all out of your usual depths.
‘You are, mine?’ he murmured. He spoke so low that only you could hear him.
‘I’m yours’ you whispered back. As if to prove that point you used his foreleg claw to slice your suit open at the crotch, smearing his fur with the seed he’d left dripping from your cunt. He shuddered a little at the reminder.
‘All yours. It’s just… It’ll calm him down, it’ll calm me down, and he’ll have to obey you. I’ll let you be in control of what he does. I think, that might calm you down, too.’
Mig glanced down at the little sticky white strings hanging between his fur and your inner thighs. He fixated on them as he tried to think through the haze of heat, through the violent throbbing pulsing of his cock.
The more he dwelled on the idea, the more it fascinated him. It felt deeply perverse but in this state it was feeding his pleasure. He was disgusting and horrified at the idea of you mating with his variant, or of being affectionate with anyone else, but what you suggested? Using him like a toy to bring him right down to your level, to humble him completely, keeping him in your joint good graces so he never messed with him again? It fed right into his need to assert dominance.
It was tempting. As was the idea of seeing you so desperate, so horny, all while taking his seed alone, it sent a little shiver up his spine. His abdomen rustled.
‘Mm… I will, be in control?’ Mig asked. You nodded.
‘And… you are, mine?’ he repeated. You nodded harder.
‘All yours’ you whined. ‘All, all yours. Always.’
Mig purred again. He let out a low clicking noise before raising his head, and with a neutral expression he gestured for Miguel to approach with one claw. Miguel obeyed.
‘You do not mate with them’ the great spider barked. ‘That is my right only. You do not touch this—’ he paused to gesture at your chest, your clit, and your entrance, ‘Or this, or this. They are mine. You will not speak nor receive any words of affection beyond appreciation for their- hospitality. That is for me alone. You will stand still, and obey, and they’ll do what they want with you. Understand?’
Miguel curled his lips. He seemed aggravated still that he had to tilt his head back to speak with his counterpart, but the need to be touched kept him rooted to the spot. ‘Yes, sir’ he grunted with a crack of his knuckles.
Mig purred. Their eyes glowered in the dark of the den. ‘Good’ he noted. ‘Then, mi arañita, you may show me what you want.’
You were shaking with anticipation as you nodded up at him. ‘O-Okay. Just—if, if anything bothers you, let me know, okay?’
Mig paused and admired how affectionate your gaze was, how big your eyes looked peering up at him from your precious position, bound and pinned on the bed by his huge hands. ‘Of course’ he purred. ‘Of course. Mi arañita.’
You nodded to Mig before letting him mount you from behind, instead turning your own focus to Miguel. ‘C-Come here’ you panted.
He approached with a slightly curled lip, seemingly annoyed that he had to take orders, but despite his cold face you could see his cock straining beneath his suit. The hologram was sparking at the tip with how hard it was trying to burst forth.
He stopped in front of your face, barely an inch from your lips.
‘You… Are you—a-ah!’ You squeaked and jolted as Mig tore your suit aside, leaving you completely naked. You could feel his tip probing at your cunt, smearing you with pre-cum. Miguel’s eye twitched as he fought not to show he arousing he found your pathetic, needy display.
‘Are you, ready?’ you asked. Miguel looked down at your wide, hot, pleading face, and for the first time, he looked almost shy. He slowly nodded.
You gestured for him to lower his suit. Miguel did so silently, his eyes fixated on your face as you waited impatiently. He waved away the suit at his groin, and you watched as his hefty cock fell free in front of your face. You squeaked at the sight.
You weren’t exactly surprised by the size. He was clearly huge, veiny and uncut, but you’d been rather ruined by Mig’s extraordinary size and structure. His plush, soft, squishy phallus was unmatched.
You were shocked just because you were seeing it at all. What a filthy thing to do. Part of you still wondered if this was wrong, if this was a good idea, but your brain had been melted by lust until it was all that remained.
As Mig angled himself and began coyly puncturing your cunt with just the tip of his cock, you widened your lips into a wet, inviting little circle.
Miguel swallowed hard. He put one finger beneath your chin and slowly moved in, letting his member sit upon your lips. He seemed afraid that at any moment he’d be bitten.
You let out a moan and started to tongue him. He tasted unnervingly different to Mig, clean but slightly sweaty with a faint metallic tinge lingering on the skin from his holographic suit. You flicked on the tip and let his pre-cum smear your tongue. Thick, warm, just a little sweet.
‘Ay, Dios mio’ Miguel whimpered. The stoic monster was already submitting.
You swirled your tongue around his member and gingerly started to suck on him. Immediately, your eyes rolled back into your skull. God it felt so good. You strained for more, hungrily trying to lap at his shaft. His hand flew to your head.
‘Ah, perfecto/a—’
Miguel groaned out loud only for Mig to hiss in his face, instinctively drawing Miguel to hiss back. You had to buck your hips to settle the two down.
‘You—you do as he says’ you panted up at Miguel. He glanced down and eyed up your face in turn, noting the way you were trembling and jolting with each gentle thrust from your partner. The sight made him weak. He swallowed his pride and ducked his head.
‘Yes, sir’ he murmured.
Mig purred low as he pumped himself inside you. He made Miguel wait as punishment, forced to watch you mewl and whimper as the wet sound of your copulation filled the air, but after seeing how horny you were he relented. Mig gestured for Miguel to continue before letting out his own low groan of satisfaction as he pushed in deep.
Miguel grunted and spread his legs for stability. He put his thumb on your smooth, wet lower lip, and slowly pulled it down. He eased your jaw open before pushing his cock towards you.
You tensed up, hard, and caught his eye as he pushed it in. You felt his cock enter your mouth and audibly whined.
He let out a sound like he was being strangled. The pure, inescapable relief, it was overwhelming. Fuck, he was inside your mouth. He was being touched. He was fucking something.
He started to move the moment he felt the velvety lining of your mouth squishing his shaft.
So soft. So wet. Your tongue moving back and forth on the base of his shaft, combined with the soft sucking motion of your lips and throat, it made him want to cry. That big man was reduced to an absolute mess.
His clawed hands flew to your head for stability, but a hiss from Mig forced them back. He put his hands behind his head and internally strained to stay standing as you sucked on him. ‘A-Ah—so, so soft, so soft—'
‘Soft’ Mig repeated. He was fully inside your cunt now, his cock squishing back and forth against your walls as they quivered and clenched. His entire abdomen was bucking hard with each thrust, and the motion was unintentionally pushing you back and forth along Miguel’s shaft.
You were truly spit roasted between the two, penetrated on both sides by those enormous men who could both break your back with ease.
Fuck, it felt so good. This was heaven, and every bodily fluid involved here was your mana.
As you sucked on Miguel, you felt his hips starting to move of their own accord. He started to gingerly pump your throat. He wasn’t as big as Mig, but he was still so much more powerful than you, so rough and strong. You caught his abs tensing as he willed himself not to cum too fast.
He moved one hand from his head to your chin so he could feel it moving in your throat. Your eyes unintentionally locked.
You still retained your distaste for the man, and his smug little groans were grating, but there was something really pleasurable about having him fuck your mouth. You kind of liked submitting to him. You kind of liked this asshole getting his way, especially like this.
As he watched you his lips parted. ‘You like that?’ he whispered, smugly flashing a fang. You moaned in response.
‘Yeah, they like it’ Miguel breathed.
‘Mm… Good arañita’ Mig purred. ‘Are you having fun, mi tesoro? Do you feel better?’
You moaned louder, your cunt unintentionally clenching him tight. Mig’s deep groan resonated through the entire den. ‘A-Ah-- Tú eres el major, aranita. Ah… Is that small thing giving you a mouthful at least?’
His subtle jab made Miguel hiss, but he was quickly humbled once more. Mig withdrew his shaft about halfway out just to measure up against him, forcing Miguel to see the sheer size of that plush red cock dripping in pearly slick. You whined and bucked your hips, begging for him to put it back, and with a smug grunt Mig returned to pumping.
Miguel bit back his desire to bite the man’s throat. He wasn’t used to being the smaller man.
He relented to just being grateful he was being touched. No matter what, he got to fuck your mouth. He got to watch your bratty, difficult little face while you sucked his cock, mewling and moaning submissively, and that was truly enough.
He did a little test by pulling out, and sure enough you whimpered and strained to get it back. He pulled out inch by inch, until just that sweet, curved member was resting on your lips, and only when you pleaded did he slide it back in.
‘Ah… there you go’ he murmured smugly. ‘There you go. I’ll give you what you want.’
He didn’t need to breed you. He just needed you to beg once. He needed to be wanted.
In this messy, tense threesome you all continued to indulge. Miguel remained rigidly still as you played with his cock, coyly sucking and stroking and teasing as you wanted, while Mig pumped in and out of your pussy.
Your home was saturated with a musk so thick you could almost see it, taste it. You were drowning in the smell of sex, the taste of skin and cum, and the obscene soundscape of your own body being ravaged while you choked on Miguel’s shaft.
The tension just kept growing. You were losing all higher thought, dumbifying yourself to be their little breedable catch, relishing in the submission. It had, somehow, breached the divide between the two men, as they fixated solely on you and your pleasure.
At one point Mig pulled out just so he could lift your hips to his mouth and slather you with his affectionate tongue, eagerly lapping at your swollen clit as you continued sucking on Miguel. Your moans vibrated through his soul.
‘Mm.. Tengo un hambre de lobos, arañita. Quiero comerte’ Mig purred between licks. When you bucked your hips for more he chuckled. ‘Mm. Do you like that, mi tesoro?’
Your reply was muffled by Miguel’s cock, but he replied for you. ‘They—mm, they said—y-yes’ he grunted.
Mig paused. An intrusive thought filled his head, and while it disgusted him at first, his hormones pushed him to ask. ‘They… How do they feel?’ he purred.
Miguel whimpered. ‘Ah… a-amazing’ he confessed. ‘So… fucking, amazing—’
Mig rustled with perverse excitement. He began to raise himself back up, his enormous phallus throbbing and twitching in the cold air. He turned and curiously watched you moaning and deep throating Miguel as he slowly pushed his cock back inside you. He watched you squirm, your hips shifting and adjusting to the size, your hands tearing at the sheets as you screamed.
He let out a little rustle of satisfaction.
‘Would you prefer to be sucking on me, arañita?’ he asked, emphasising each word with a slow thrust. You nodded aggressively.
Miguel felt his stomach drop a little at the embarrassment, but Mig wasn’t finished.
‘Are you having fun though, mi tesoro? With your new toy?’ he asked.
Again, you nodded aggressively, your lips widening as you slathered Miguel from base to tip. You allowed your saliva to hang and drip from his veiny cock down onto the silk below.
Miguel almost whined out loud. That’s what he needed. Fuck, it was humiliating, but it was so worth it.
He could be a toy. He could be your toy. He gripped the back of his head and started pumping into your throat again.
‘A-Ah… F-Fuck, I’m—close—’
To his own personal disgust, he looked at you and Mig for permission to cum. You nodded eagerly at the idea, and Mig simply waved his hand. He was too busy riding out his own pleasure to care right now; he was on the verge of cumming inside you, of filling your womb with his hot seed, he didn’t care about that pathetic toy squirting in your mouth.
Miguel sighed with relief as he was given assent. He grabbed your head and started thrusting hard.
‘F-Fuck, oh— más duro, haz que me corra—!’
Miguel came violently, unloading god knows how much pent up cum into your throat. You took it all with nothing but a shocked squeak.
He grabbed and pulled your hair as he slathered your mouth and gullet with that thick load. It slid down hard, and you were forced to swallow the entire time he pumped to stop it overflowing.
And then, right as you were choking on Miguel’s seed, Mig ejaculated inside you. You were thrown between them like a rag doll, like a true little cum dumpster, filled from every angle. Mig thrust hard to paint your cervix with his seed which pushed you forward onto Miguel’s shaft.
It was too much. Even without outside stimulation you managed to shudder into your own brutal orgasm. You clenched Mig so hard he rasped at the feeling, your little body shaking and spasming with pleasure. Your screams were muffled by Miguel’s shaft, but he felt your throat vibrating.
‘Good—good arañita, that’s it’ Mig panted frantically. ‘Good, good little arañita, that’s it. You enjoy yourself.’
When they’d both emptied themselves they slowed and slowly pulled out, leaving you to collapse into the sheets. You were immediately showered with kisses and praise from Mig while Miguel fell to his knees.
He was euphoric. The man almost fell into a full prayer position as he lulled in the sweet relief you’d offered.
You expected that to be it. You’d quelled the beast, you’d achieved a kind of stalemate. But it wasn’t over.
As you lay back and let Mig continue his gentle aftercare, you began to realize that the heat hadn’t passed. It was still in your veins. You continued whining, mewling, wiggling your hips for attention. The two men could feel that brief emptiness beginning to build up again.
It was as if there was a pressure inside their bodies that they had to expel, that they needed to unload into you. It was painful, weighty, a physical need.
The more sweet, wet little noises escaped your mouth, the more they seemed to involuntarily converge on you. You felt Mig at your back gently rustling his abdomen, and you felt Miguel starting to crawl towards your front. You felt their breath on your skin, their hungry eyes gawking.
You were spread out before them, naked and warm, your body coated in little beads of sweat. They could see the pearly strings of slick between your thighs. It was glistening, smooth. You must be so wet by now.
The tension peaked, like a jar teetering on the edge of a table. The two Miguel’s locked eyes.
The jar fell, and it smashed. They dove at you.
This time there was some snapping and scratching, some territorial hissing as you were tugged back and forth, but your desperate whining and their new-found pack dynamic helped to soothe their instinctive need to fight. Instead, you were grabbed and squished between the two of them at once.
‘Help me prepare them’ Mig barked, and Miguel obeyed.
Miguel held your hips as Mig spread your legs, lifting you up until you were in the right spot for penetration. They used Miguel’s webbing to hang you from the roots above, maintaining your weight in the air, and Mig used his sticky webs to keep your legs stuck to his abdomen. He trapped you in a bondage tie against him, just like when he’d soaked in you, and Miguel used his hands to hold your torso as he positioned himself at your back.
You felt Mig as he forced his cock back up inside you, squishing your overstimulated muscles aside, while Miguel began prepping against your ass. He used his webs to drag over a pot of that pain relieving gel you’d been prescribed. He smeared it over his entire shaft, so thick it dripped off the tip, and with a soft grunt he began lining himself up with your anus.
You let out a soft gasp. You were being distracted by Mig who was already busy slowly moving inside you, so you only barely noticed Miguel’s member probing at your rear. But he didn’t tease for long.
‘Can I—Can I penetrate, here, sir?’ Miguel panted. Mig nodded, clearly too preoccupied with breeding you to care. As you whimpered in their grip Miguel pressed his lips against your neck.
‘May I fuck you, little spider?’ he hissed.
‘Y-Yes.’
‘Has anyone fucked you here before?’ he whispered. Embarrassed, you shook your head.
‘N-No.’
‘Okay. Don’t freak out. I need you, to stay still for me’ Miguel murmured in your ear. ‘Stay still, and try to loosen up’ he purred, before pumping himself inside you.
You immediately tensed up at the sensation. You had to fight to loosen for him, even with that much lube, as his cock’s size was suddenly very noticeable. He forced your muscles to make room from him.
‘MM—mm, that’s it, that’s it, come on—’
He bottomed out with a desperate growl, his claws digging deep into your hips.
You felt everything. The sweat on his abs where they’d pressed into your spine, his muscular hairy thighs against your own, his heavy balls crushed against your ass, and his shaft, gently throbbing inside you. A desperate whimper escaped your lips.
You realized, in your lust, you’d just given your anal virginity to him. Miguel’s groaning let you know that he’d noticed that too. ‘F-Fuck… Fuck, so fucking tight—’
You gasped as his breath hit your neck. You could smell the hunger on him, the desperation, and the allure.
This stupid little spider, this whiny brat, now giving him a taste of what he’d craved for so long. He breathed in your scent and trembled; what a stupidly adorable little thing, he thought. Part of him just wanted to praise you, to berate you, to worship you.
But that part of him was quickly pushed aside. The higher mind was subdued, and all that remained was pure, primal, animal lust. He started to rut the moment he was settled inside you.
‘Uhn—f-fuck, finally—’
His voice peaked as he started thrusting. You felt the power in his hips as they started clapping you from behind, pulsing in and out of that tight hole. The feel of your ass bouncing each time he hit it made him almost weep.
‘Ah—c-careful, please’ you begged.
‘Mm—must, breed you’ he whined. Mig paused and hissed at him again, and this time Miguel willingly backed down. His lust was malforming, adapting to his subservient role just to feed itself.
‘Yes, sir’ he whined. ‘You breed them, sir.’
‘Good’ Mig snapped. He continued humping between your legs as Miguel gently thrust at you from behind. ‘They’re mine.’
The glow of their conjoined gaze was blinding. Red light pulsing in your vision as they skewered you, pumped you, smearing every inch of you with precum and sweat.
‘You want me to breed you, arañita?’ Mig purred.
‘Fuck- breed them good’ Miguel groaned. You felt Mig grasp your jaw in his hand.
‘You were made for O’Hara cum’ he hissed, utterly lost to pleasure. ‘You were made to be stuffed with these genes, arañita. My perfect mate. I want you saturated with it.’
‘You—craved it so much, you couldn’t stand having just one, huh?’ Miguel hissed in tandem, letting out a breathy laugh. You could feel them both crushing you from the front and back as they rhythmically pumped. You were small, helpless, frail between them. You rasped with each shaky moan.
‘Mi arañita’ Mig purred, ‘you sure you don’t want me to breed you for real?’
‘They want to be bred’ Miguel panted. You felt his lips near your neck, his claws on your hips. ‘They need it. I can smell it in them. Their body wants it.’
In the hazy mist of pure degeneracy the two men dissolved into moaning, thrusting animals, grunting and desperately kissing across your face and neck. Mig bent forward to tenderly brush his tongue against your own while Miguel nibbled and kissed your shoulder from behind.
They snapped at each other occasionally, but now even that was a form of sexual gratification. Miguel had lost all boundaries, and he was willing to be the beta if it meant he could vicariously breed you. They had the same DNA, after all, and he was still pumping you regardless.
He’d snap just to get Mig to bare his larger, more terrifying fangs, all for the thrill of backing down.
And you, in the middle, were struggling to even breath. You were being pulverised from both ends, stretched to your limits and fucked until it was all you could feel. Your legs had gone numb, your hands were tingling with pins and needles, and all you could focus on was the two, veiny, weighty cocks twitching and pulsing against your guts.
There was no coming back from this.
‘Can’t- believe, I get to breed with you’ Mig whined. ‘Perfect little spider—’
‘Let—let me take off the patch’ Miguel breathed. Mig purred loudly, his abdomen shaking with excitement. ‘Yes’ he panted, ‘yes, they need breeding properly.’
You squirmed between the two men as they crushed you. They both had elated, almost ravenous expressions, their lips drawn back into the same desperate, dreamlike smile.
‘W-Wait— Mmm, fuck—’
Your face was sweaty from their conjoined breath and the toll this constant movement was taking on your body, and you were struggling to get any word out.
‘We’re gonna breed you, pretty little thing’ Miguel purred, his voice husky as he blurted his most perverse thoughts. ‘Little brood mare, time to grow an O’Hara in you.’
‘F-Fuck—’ You squirmed harder and screamed with pleasure as they both continued to erratically pump you. They were feeding into each other’s delusional fantasies.
‘Mm—Arañita, don’t you want it?’
You were losing your mind like this. There was nothing but them, nothing but their pleading, nothing but the thick, primal drive between the three of you. You felt yourself going dumb.
‘Ah… y-yes’ you blurted.
‘You want to be bred?’
‘Y-Yes’
‘You want my cum in you, arañita?’
‘Y-Yes!’
‘MM—Fuck, give it to them’ Miguel snapped. ‘Fucking pump them—’
‘Oh I will’ Mig panted. ‘Come here, you beautiful little creature—’
The two started thrusting harder, rhythmically rocking your body back and forth between their own. You were totally crushed into stillness, your body moving without any input from you, leaving you to feel in perfect detail what they were about to do.
You could feel them pulsing in and out together, separated by the thinnest bit of skin, nudging at your insides as they quivered from the overstimulation. You could that your thighs were completely sodden at this point. You were dripping with slick, with cum, with pain relief gel, even with sweat, to the point that you looked like you’d just exited a pool.
You weren’t sure how much more you could take. You clung tight to Mig as he cradled and fucked you.
‘Shh, shh, here we go—here we go—you just take it, mi tesoro, that’s it, just take it—’
‘F-Fuck I’m close—’ Miguel cried.
In near unison the two men ejaculated inside you.
It was far too much for you to handle, but luckily they were in tune enough with your body and hormones to sense that. Miguel had the sense to pull out and keep only the tip inside you, instead pumping his cock with his own fist as he spurted each thick rope into that tight space.
Mig, too, pulled back a little to make room, and supplied you with short, gentle bursts as each squirt of seed pulsed up through his shaft. You were filled, yes, but not so much as to be unbearable. You were allowed to lull and enjoy the feeling of each fat cock gently expanded and throbbing that warm, soothing seed inside you. You could enjoy their joint, frantic breath on your skin, their pitiable whining and grateful kisses.
Once utterly spent the two pulled out slowly and cut the webs, allowing you to go back down to the mattress. Mig stayed with you, your body safe and cradled in his arms, while Miguel collapsed onto the edge of the bed.
The man fought to catch his breath. It felt as if every scrap of energy he had was gone, but as the fog on his brain cleared, he scraped together what willpower he could to glance at you across the bed. He noticed the patch was still in place.
‘Oh, thank, fuck—you idiot’ he whispered beneath his breath, letting out a sigh of relief. He hadn’t fucked up that badly.
At this point the heat had truly been subdued. He could feel the emptiness at last, the relief of that weight lifted from his shoulders. For all the weird, conflicted feelings he had about what he’d just done, the sheer relief trumped them all. He’d have done so much worse just for this. The feeling of being empty, of having mated, it was all he wanted. He lay back and closed his eyes.
On the other side, Mig was busy nestling your cheek. He was focused on keeping you comfortable, ensuring you smelled healthy and weren’t in any pain. He kissed your jaw and nestled into your hair, and in response you shakily put your hand on his cheek.
‘I-I’m okay’ you whispered. ‘I’m okay.’
‘Are you sure, arañita?’
‘Y-Yeah. I’m sure.’
You went quiet for a moment as you nuzzled each other, showing through affectionate that you were both okay and on good terms. His human hands pet at your waist, rubbing you with his calloused thumb, while his sharp nose nestled against your brow.
‘You are… mine?’ he whispered. You nodded. ‘Yes. Yes, of course. I’m yours, Mig. Always. Are you, okay?’
He nodded as well, his lips still parted as he panted. ‘Y-Yes. Yes, I think so.’
‘Are… are you sure?’
You couldn’t deny that part of you felt a little guilty for what you’d asked them to do, even if they’d gotten into it. It was strange. You felt like you shouldn’t have done it, but it’d felt so good it was hard to understand why you felt that way.
Mig hummed and looked from you to Miguel.
The man wasn’t making any moves towards you. He was laying on his back, breathing in the relief.
As strange as it was, he did feel like he’d found some state of resolution. They were both satisfied finally, which had by itself eased a large amount of the tension between them. He had, technically, followed orders. He had even broken and supported his desire to mate with you.
It hadn’t solved everything, but seeing Miguel wallow in acknowledgment of his hypocrisy, to have had him bow his head and support you both so strongly as to have participated in your copulation, it was definitely a start.
It still felt a little tense, and undoubtedly awkward now that the thrill was done, but it didn’t feel bad, and perhaps right now that was the best they could ask for.
Miguel must have noticed him looking, as he slowly opened one eye. The two locked gazes.
‘Ah…. Hey. Thank you’ Miguel said. Mig’s eyes widened. He seemed too surprised to even give a reply, so Miguel just let out a breathy chuckle.
‘I can think. Finally, fuck, I can think clearly.’
‘You… This doesn’t mean—’
‘I know. They’re yours’ Miguel said, easily catching Mig’s main concern. The spider growled. ‘I know they don’t want me, and I don’t need them. It’s fine. I just—I needed to stop that, fucking, pain—’
He ran a hand down his face as Mig’s eyes darted across his body. Bit by bit, he lessened the tension in his body. He didn’t need to fight.
‘It is… quite, painful. I still recall very well my seasonal ruts when I was isolated, it was… agony’ Mig replied, offering a branch of sympathy. Miguel took it with a similarly cold grunt. ‘It is… awful. Yeah.’ His eyes turned then from Mig to you, locking onto your exhausted eyes. For just a second, they looked soft.
‘Thank you’ he repeated. You just awkwardly nodded. How else did you respond? It was so strange, just lying in the bedroom beside this man you’d hated, who’s cum was now sliding in pretty streaks down your back after being pumped into your ass.
You caught him admiring your body for a moment, but you saw no hunger in him. He wasn’t starving for you. All you could make out was a kind of quiet gratitude, and maybe a little physical attraction.
‘Ah… Okay. I should go’ Miguel said. He rose to his feet with a couple of stumbling steps before phasing his suit back on, covering up any evidence of what he’d done.
‘You—you’ll still help us, right?’ you asked. Miguel nodded without turning his head.
‘Yes. I don’t lie. I stand by my word. Just, uh—avoid me, please, until your heats over. You could, set me off again, and… I like being satisfied, right now. I want to keep this.’
With those final words he drew up a portal and left you Mig’s aftercare, stepping back out into the cool dusk of Nueva York. He breathed in the empty, city air and sighed.
He wasn’t sure how he’d react. Now out of that haze, that mist, would be guilty? Angry? Unsatisfied? Jealous?
No. He just smiled a little to himself, and then made his way back inside. For now, at least, he was truly satisfied.
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day 24/31 of the august writing challenge
today’s word: sweatshirt
contains: steve x reader; nipple play (reader receiving); reader with breasts; gender unspecified reader; grinding; dare i say… very brief breeding/lactation mention 😳
“Did I say you could steal that?”
You smile from your place on the couch, laying down with a book. “Steal what?”
“This,” Steve says, moving to sit in front of you and the floor and tugging on your sweatshirt. “I believe this is mine.”
“Hmm,” you say, looking down at the navy blue shirt before looking back at him. “That’s why it doesn’t fit.”
“Not really,” he sighs, leaning forward so he can rest his chin on your stomach. He looks up at you, eyes big and warm like a puppy’s. “It suits you, though.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm,” he smiles, creeping his hand up to slowly rub along your chest. “Makes these incredible tits look even better.”
You gently hit him over the head with your book before throwing it on the floor and letting Steve crawl on top of you. He’s quick to meet your lips, chuckling while he kisses you. A hand gently gropes your chest, his thumb rubbing over your nipple until it hardens. “Yeah, look at that, honey. Can see you poking right through this thing.”
“You should do something about it,” you whisper greedily, eyes falling shut and back arching into his touch.
Steve maneuvers you onto his lap, wasting no time in pushing his sweatshirt up past your chest. He licks his lips as your tits come into view, bare and needy. After a moment of admiring them, he leans forward and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
You sigh, letting your head fall back. Your fingertips dig into his shoulders as his tongue swirls around the bud, making you see stars. Steve’s free hand moves to your other nipple, pinching and tugging, getting it hard too. “Oh, Steve….”
“They taste so good,” he moans, and you don’t know how that could be. He sucks and you gasp sharply, grinding down on his cock. “You like me playing with you, that it?”
You nod, grinding down hard to reinforce his point. He chuckles into your skin, pulls away for a moment, and then reattaches himself to your other nipple. His hand makes it’s way to the one he had just pulled away from, and he tweaks it between his index finger and thumb.
They way he’s kicking reminds you of how he eats you out, and it makes your body hot. You’re burning up as he licks you, tongue swirling, lips sucking. You continue grinding, letting out little moans. “Oh, sweetheart….”
“That feel good?” he asks lowly. “Could suck on these tits forever. Never get fuckin’ tired of ‘em. Can’t imagine if they….”
“If they what?” you pant.
Steve clears his throat, takes a moment to think about it before saying it. Against your skin, he whispers, “If they were full of milk.”
“Oh, Jesus,” you hiss, “fuck me already.”
Steve’s blushing, but his hands keep groping you, his hips rocking up into yours. “I’m not done yet,” he murmurs, leaning back towards you, eyes blissed out and cock hard against you.
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pls pls write a mini lil smutty blurb fic thingy for your dealer chris series!!!
only fans
dwb! chris x reader
warnings: nsfw (don’t read if it bothers you) + mention of drugs, p in v, idk y’all it’s smut
this is based off of the dwb! chris series, the specific set of texts are here if you want to read !!
this def isn’t a blurb lmao 😭
hope you still like tho :)
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sure enough, when i opened the door chris was standing there. the look in his eyes told me that he had every intention to ruin me. fuck.
“so you gonna show me what your only fans viewers get to see?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
“chris it was a joke, i swear i don’t have an only fans account”
“you better not” he growled as he pulled me inside and closed my door.
“bedroom. now.” he said as i followed him to my room.
“get on the bed and strip for me like the slut you are” and without a word, i did exactly that.
his gaze was intense and never strayed from my body.
slowly, i peeled off my shirt and bra. my sweats and panties following soon after.
“fucking hell ma you’re so fucking gorgeous. every fucking inch of your body is beautiful” he said as he left kisses all over my body, getting closer and closer to my heat with each kiss.
chris gave a kiss to my clit, and shoved two fingers in me.
“chris!” i moaned out in total bliss.
his pace was relentless, i was barely even able to form any words.
“yeah? you like that? i know you do baby, making such pretty sounds”
he somehow picked up speed, making me cry out even louder.
“mmmm chris feels so fucking good”
he then curled his fingers, hitting my g-spot perfectly.
“oh my gosh chris”
“who else makes you feel this good baby? huh?”
“n-no one chris, only you”
my legs started shaking and i couldn’t focus on anything other than his long, slender fingers drilling in and out of me as though they were created to do only that.
i felt the familiar knot in my stomach and knew that i was getting closer and closer.
“fuck ma, feel you clenching around my fingers. go ahead, cum all over my fingers baby”
and with that, i let go around his fingers.
before i could even catch my breath, he leaned down and licked up all of my juices.
“fuck ma, you taste so good” he said as he planted quick kisses on both of my thighs.
“you have way too many clothes on” i tell him, realizing he is fully clothed.
“let’s fix that” i said as i quickly helped rid his body of the clothing.
“want me to fuck you into your mattress now baby? or did you want me to find someone else to do it? i know how much you love to joke that you’re gonna find someone else to fuck”
“no chris, just want you”
“hmm, i think you should get on your knees and fuckin beg”
“are you serious right now chris?” i asked with a roll of my eyes.
“if you don’t want me, you don’t have to baby” he said as he reached for his boxers.
“no no, please chris! please fuck me! need you so fuckin bad right now”
“there you go baby” he said before he grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach.
“did you want me to record this for your only fans?” he asked condescendingly.
“chris shut the fuck up and fuck me already “ i said, starting to get annoyed.
he pushed my head into my pillow, pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air.
“so fucking impatient baby” he said as he gave himself a few quick strokes and pushed his dick into me.
“holyyyy shit chris” i moaned out, surprised at his lack of warning.
“mmmmm fuck” he groaned as he bottomed out.
he then started moving at a brutal pace, again, without warning.
“fuck so good chris, fuckin love your cock so much”
“takin me so well baby, such a good fuckin girl”
he slid in and out of me so perfectly, like we were made for each other.
he leaned forward, his chest pressing against my back as he kissed my neck.
“think i should mark you up some more, make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”
“fuck yes baby, love it when you mark me up”
he began leaving kisses and leaving dark, purple marks along my neck and upper back.
he never once slowed his movements, instead picking up speed as we both got closer and closer to finishing.
“fuck ma, you gonna let me fill you with my cum?”
“yes yes, need it so fucking bad chris”
my legs start to shake again, and his thrusts turn sloppy as we approach our highs.
“fuck i’m gonna cum baby, cum with me” he says as he continues to pound into me.
as soon as i felt his cum shoot into me, i came on his cock with a loud cry.
“fuck chris”.
breathing heavily, he pulled and watched both of our juices spill out of me and onto the bed.
“so if i do start an only fans, will you fuck me like that again?”
“you’re not starting an only fans.”
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not to be cocky or anything, but why’d i kinda eat?
every single day y’all make me seem like more of a liar 😭 cause why y’all got me actually writing fics tf
lmk what you think <333
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interlock
recombinant miles quaritch x na’vi!reader
cw: nsfw (minors dni), sub!miles, dom!reader, gn!reader, intersex na’vi, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, mentioned rutting, creampie, mentions of tsaheylu, unedited, etc.
word count: 1147
For someone who’s been complaining all day, he’s sure quiet now.
You squeeze the fat of his thighs with your fingers, your mouth spreading into a toothy grin at the audible hitch of his breath. Though you like how his tawtute clothing hugs his body, particularly his backside, you like being able to touch his bare skin even more. You nibble at his hip, soothing the sting of the bite with your tongue, and untie the strings of his tewng to unclothe him. The article drops to the ground, revealing his hardening cock, but you’re more interested in putting your mouth on something else right now.
You experimentally brush your fingers through his wet folds, collecting the warm slick dripping from his hole. Miles exhales sharply, a hand gripping your shoulder, and his tail loops around your arm. He doesn’t shove you away like the last time you touched his cunt. Apparently, he didn’t have one before, the poor thing. You use your thumbs to spread him open, catching a glimpse of his twitching insides, and lean forward to drag the flat of your tongue over his opening.
“Fuck—” Miles chokes, and his tail tightens its grip, subconsciously tugging you closer. His pupils are round and wide, his ears swiveled forwards to give you his undivided attention. His hair, soft and curly, brushes against his forehead as he looks down at you.
You repeat the action with a purr of delight that rattles in your chest. He’s sweet and thick on your tongue, the smell of his arousal clogging your senses. You take greedy lungfuls of his scent, angling his hips into your face with your hands and tilting your head to push your tongue deep inside him. His cock jerks, a drop of precum oozing from the tapered tip, and he moans softly. Miles’ blunt nails dig into your skin, and his eyelids flutter as the soft walls of his cunt clench around the intrusion.
“Oh,” His ears tuck against his skull, and he swallows hard. “That’s good…”
Your tail sways slowly at his words, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, and slurp noisily at the juices dripping from his hole. He jolts with a gasp, as if struck by lightning. “Mm,” You pull back, just enough to speak, “told you.”
“You did,” Miles agrees, voice uncharacteristically breathy as you brush over his hole with your fingers again. This time, he bucks into your touch, and you slide one inside. It’s a smooth, troubleless entry with his walls all but sucking you deeper. You add another, stretching and curling them rhythmically. He’s so wet that his slick runs in warm rivulets down your arm, squelching wetly with every thrust of your fingers. Miles says your name pleadingly, rutting and bucking into your hand. “C’mon…”
You lean in to lick up the stream of precum sliding down the length of his erection, “What is it, yawnetu?”
Miles’ ears press flat against his skull, a helpless whine catching in his throat, “Rutxe.”
You ride to your feet and hoist him up, wrapping his legs around your waist to slip your hard cock inside him without further delay. Miles mashes your lips together, nipping and biting at your lips as he kisses you. His hands tangle in your braids, your beads clicking together as he tugs to tilt your head. You swallow his moans as he tastes himself on your tongue, his cock rutting against your stomach and leaving streaks of precum on your skin. You slowly pull out until the very tip rests inside him and swiftly thrust back inside.
His cunt spasms around you, and Miles breaks away from the kiss to tilt his head back against the tree with a choked groan. His tail coils around your thigh, the tuft of hair on the tip tickling you as it quivers in pleasure. “You were made for me, paskalin.” You sigh, giving another slow thrust.
“Fuckin’...” Miles gasps helplessly as the textured ridges of your cock scrape pleasantly against the soft walls of his cunt, the tapered head nudging against a spot that makes his toes curl. “Go faster.”
“Srane.” You purr deeply in response, quickening the pistoning of your hips until he’s bouncing on your cock. You thank the Great Mother for the soft moss covering the bark of the tree he’s jostling against, keeping his back from getting scratched.
Miles curses endlessly, clawing at your shoulders and back as your cock batters the softest parts of him. The smack of skin smacking against skin and your voices fill the air around you, drowning out the sounds of the forest with the sounds of pleasure. It’s so, so much better than desperately rutting your cocks against each other during the night. You fit together perfectly, interlocking you were meant to be one.
“Irayo si oel, Nawma Sa’nok,” You murmur a quiet prayer, dragging him into a panting, open mouthed kiss that mirrors the sinful pumping of your cock into that wet pussy that’s stretched taunt around you.
“Thank the Mama in the sky.” Miles huffs in agreement. His curls have started to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat. You can’t wait for his hair to grow longer so you can braid it, gift him beads to decorate them. You’ll gather feathers and polished river stones, bones and leather— you’ll craft him bracelets, armbands, necklaces… anything he wants. He will be one of the People. He will be yours, completely.
The thought alone is enough to push you over the edge.
You sink your teeth into the juncture of his shoulder, breaking the skin and drawing blood as your orgasm rolls through you. You bury yourself to the hilt, clutching him against you. Miles groans, his legs tightening around you while his own climax paints your stomachs and gushes over your cock. A muffled grunt leaves you, and you fill him up with cum to the point of overflowing. Once you feel the trembling of his body begin to lessen, you unlatch your teeth to suckle a bruise into his skin.
“Damn.” Miles says in between pants, looking worn out but nonetheless satisfied. You chuckle, lapping up the blood oozing lazily from the bite mark on his shoulder. Your ears twitch at the soft patter of your mixed fluids dripping onto the dried leaves on the ground. “If I’d known havin’ a pussy felt this good, I woulda let you go at it a long time ago.” He adds, pecking the crown of your head.
Your tail curls at the prospect, your kuru throbbing in time with your heartbeat. “There are other things that feel good.” You say mischievously, nosing at the curve of his jaw. Next time, you could make tsaheylu.
His cunt clenches purposely around your cock, making you hiss through your teeth at the sudden pleasure, “You got my attention.”
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| deal |
pairing | joel miller x f!reader [she/her pronouns used, written in 3rd person]
summary | In the beginning it was out of desperation to feel something. But it turned into a desperate need for each other.
wc | 977
warning | it's smut so 18+ only !
a/n | So I told myself I'd add my 'only AO3' fics to tumblr this year and here's one of them!
The sun hung low in the sky as day shift finally ended. The streets were filled with life as people hustled from one side of the road to the other.
Scanning the crowd, she searched for his warm brown eyes.
There, she grinned.
He was easy to find with that curly silver-black hair and scruffy 'hasn't shaved and won't' facial hair. Plus he was right on time.
“Heya stranger,” she called out.
Oddly with all of these people around it was quiet. Peaceful, even.
The tall man stepped up the curb to meet her.
“Hey," Joel murmured as he walked alongside the woman. They always plan to meet on this exact corner after Joel's shift. Curfew would soon be in effect for any non-essential workers but they intend to be off the streets quickly.
“…Busy day?”
She shook her head. “Nah, just the usual. How 'bout you? Got time for some dinner?”
He sighed, following her across the worn street. “Sure.”
That’s always how it started. Just two friends walking through the QZ making plans for dinner. But when the apartment door shut, and they evaded peering eyes, her fingers would already be tugging at his jeans as his mouth glued to hers.
His lips brushed against her skin. He couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted – the way she felt pressed against him.
“Yes,” she gasped as his bulge pressed into her clothed core. Her arms latched around his neck and pulled him in closer until there was no space between them. You feel so good, oh god, Joel.
Clothes always seemed like an afterthought. Joel had no time to fuss with fabric when all he wanted was to sink down into her—to sink down to the hilt after all her pleading and fuck her.
Sex was always rushed and heated like they couldn’t think of anything else but their bodies melding together. This time though, he managed to strip his jeans off before collapsing with her on the bed.
“Damn, baby.” He rocked forward, firmly pressing his erect cock against her. “You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” He was losing control. His patience was waning as he started to grind against her withering body.
She was soaked. "All for you," she squealed as his tongue trailed her jaw. "Take me, baby. You’re so fucking hard."
In the beginning it was out of desperation to feel something—anything.
She wanted to feel the heat of another man’s body on her skin. She ached for the constant waves of pain and pleasure twisting together like vines, giving her something to dream about when the nights were long and lonely.
He just wanted to feel.
But now, they sought each other out of need. Pure lust and desire fueled their choices but it was always worth it. Life felt empty without the other.
“Just like that.” Joel managed to unbutton her jeans. “Good girl,” he hummed against the curve of her neck. He wiggled her pants down as she lifted up.
Her cold hand brushed against his lower belly before grasping his cock. She squeezed, running her hand down his shaft. She watched his eyes dip and close with the strokes, mumbling praise alongside his gasps.
“F-fuck,” Joel gasped.
He leaned, hating that he was too impatient to strip her bare. He needed to do that next time. To kiss her chest, bite her breasts. He needed every inch of her.
“You’re, ah—” she watched her hands as she pumped him. He was close, she could tell. “You’re so talkative tonight.”
He moaned, “you said you liked it when I talked.”
She did—she loved his soft Texan accent. Deep and gruff but so comforting. She wanted the reserved man to talk all the time.
His eyes sprung open and his fingers yanked her panties to the side. Impatient, he cursed. But he couldn’t help himself. Not with her lying back against the scratchy linen sheets, spread open just for him.
He grunted, dragging the tip of his cock through her pussy. She squirmed, bucking up to meet him. But his teasing was relentless. She couldn’t get more than an ounce of air into her lungs before she was moaning again.
“Joel,” she whispered. “I can’t hold out.”
Without hesitating, he sunk into her. It was quick and dirty. Rough and yet so sweet. He lost control of his rhythm after a while. He got distracted by how she clenched around his length, how she couldn’t hold back her moans.
Their sounds—oh god. Joel would surely get another complaint from the neighbors, but he didn’t care. How could he when all he cared about was seeing her eyes widen just before her brows scrunched together in ecstasy.
Joel finished inside her like usual, leaving his cock throbbing in her cunt.
“Goddamn.”
“Yeah,” she breathed. She craved Joel; drawn to every inch of him.
Suddenly he kissed her with such force that if she wasn’t lying underneath him she would surely have toppled over. She breathed in as the taste of him washed over her tongue. Malt liquor and smoke. Her fingers dug into his scalp.
“Mm.”
Joel smirked.
Her fingers swirled and twisted his locks, pulling the salt-and-pepper curls towards her as their lips crashed together again.
The room was dark now as the moonlit sky hid behind the clouds.
Joel leaned back, resting his head against the headboard. The room was spinning. Fucking was great as usual, but it was getting late. He pulled her up into his arms, wrapping their bodies together in a tight embrace. Something overcame his usually cold shoulder and distant touch. He wanted her right beside him tonight.
“Stay over.”
She nudged him closer, “as long as you’re making coffee in the morning.”
“Mmhm.” He sighed, tucking her into his arms. “And you make the scramble.”
“Deal.”
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a/n 2.0: Joel might be a bit too ooc but whatever haha but I hope you enjoyed anyway! <3
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