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thexsilentxwordsmith · 5 months

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader

Summary: Simon is out at a stag party for Prices upcoming wedding when he comes how early with something important on his mind that he needs to see you to say. Is he just drunk or is it something more?

Word Count: 3.8 k

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Author's Note: I just needed a little more fluff smut, so here is this. I have some other things planned for variety coming soon soon.

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The ringing vibration of the front door opening and shutting with a bit of force caught you by surprise as you lay in bed, the phone in your hand the only light in the room as you bundled yourself under the covers to shield out the cold of that winter night. Eyes flitted up to the clock in the corner of your screen; you hadn't expected him to be home yet as you were sure there would be no sign of Simon until at least sunrise if past experience when he went out with the team was any indication.

Heavy stumbling footsteps sounded throughout the small apartment, getting closer with each passing second, before two distinct thuds of something weighted falling to the floor followed from Simon removing his shoes. The footsteps continued on a bit quieter now until they stopped just right outside the door to your bedroom. With a click the door was opened to reveal your boyfriend standing there, eyes searching for your form in the darkened room as he blocked out the light in the hallway from taking up the majority of the door frame.

Reaching up you flicked on the bedside lamp to illuminate everything in a soft yellow glow. Even with the dim light, brown eyes had to blink a few times to adjust as he propped himself up against the door frame until he could see properly. Setting your phone down on the bedside tabletop you gave him the once over as you untangled yourself from your sheet burrito.

“Is there any booze left out there or did you sorry lot clean out the entire stock?” you chuckled as you rolled over onto your back, eyes trailing him as he crossed into the room to stand at the foot of the bed. “Didn't think you'd be back so soon. Aren't stag nights supposed to go till the sun rises? I seriously doubt the boys were done yet.”

“Had to call it quits early,” he drunkenly strung his words together, accent thick and slightly slurred as the whiskey ran through his veins.

Odd. “Why? Something happen?” you questioned curiously as you watched him throw off his overcoat and rip off his thin balaclava, short, dirty blonde hair springing back up from being crushed under the fabric as he reached to the back of his neck and gripped the collar of his t-shirt to pull it up and over his head, tossing it to the floor so that he stood before you bare-chested in his dark wash jeans that clung to his sizeable thighs.

That bulky, broad chest was flushed pink in the center to match the staining through his cheeks, a product of his drinking mixed with the stifling warmth inside the string of bars the 141 found themselves venturing to in celebration of Price’s upcoming wedding. A playful grin crossed his pale lips as he stalked over to the bed and grabbed at the bottom edge of the bedding, pulling the sheets and comforter out from their place tucked under the mattress up so that he could climb in, letting them fall over him as he crawled underneath up towards you.

Parched lips weathered by the frozen air outside caressed your ankles and calves as that giant mass of man traveled up through the covers, taking his sweet time. Over your knees, thighs, and hips he peppered sloppy kisses along the skin as he went until you felt Simon’s rough fingertips brushing against the panties covering your pelvis as he tugged at the hem of your oversized sleep shirt, pulling it up so that he could shove himself inside it as far as he could go. Warmer kisses now made your stomach flutter where they were placed along your torso as his nose nuzzled into your abdomen until your warmth covered his face and heated his cold features.

“Nah, nothin’ like that. Fuckin’ needed to get home to ya is all,” he breathed those need-filled words into your skin under your clothes as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Had a fuckin’ ridiculous cravin’ to see my beautiful girl, so I made up an excuse and told the boys I had ta go.”

A large hand ran up and down the length of your right hip tracing pathways that he knew by heart, tempting smooth skin with his touch while his padded torso pressed itself over your thighs. He held on tight as if it had been days since he had last seen you in person. Over the years you’d been together you came to notice that whenever those arms were around your body you could pinpoint the exact moment when all the tension he always held in his shoulders would ease and his entire form would relax into you as if he had been holding his breath until the moment he touched you.

You shook your head with another chuckle; it was always a delightful surprise just how he was even more affectionate when he was drunk. “You weren’t even gone that long. Miss me that much?” you questioned playfully as Simon kissed in delicate circles around your navel, lips eventually trailing upwards over temperate skin towards your ribcage to caress the delicate underside of your breasts with his mouth.

“Always,” he returned, voice muffled by lips against your body.

Everywhere he went your skin lit up, reacting to the prickly stubble on his cheeks as his face glided over your body until you were entranced by the feeling of him. Your hands kneaded at the muscles in his shoulder as you writhed beneath him and he would have continued to turn you into a puddle, but there was something he needed to do first; the real reason he had rushed home.

Slipping out of your shirt he emerged from the top of the sheets, cropped hair tousled and cheeks even more pink. The scent of whiskey was on his breath, accentuated by the sting of tobacco and the frosty winter night. He moved up onto his knees between your legs, kneeling over top of you, sunset eyes drifting down your form from your face to your torso.

“What?” you questioned as he sat there, taking you all in with gentle eyes that softened the longer he gazed.

“It’s always been you and me, ya know,” he said as his hands wandered to find yours resting by your sides. Spreading them open with his fingers, he slipped his palms up against your own so that he could interlace those long digits between the empty spaces. “Through all the bullshit, all the long deployments and late nights, all the nightmares and the bad days. You’ve always been a fuckin’ rock for me through it all.”

Simon lifted your hands still wrapped in his and moved them up over your head as he laid himself over top of you until his face was mere inches from your own.

“Well yeah, I love you ya know,” you agreed, unsure of why he was saying such things now. “But where is this coming from, baby?”

“Conversations tonight got me thinkin’ things again,” he admitted.

You raised an eyebrow. “What kind of things, hmm?”

“Things I’ve been thinkin’ for a while now, just didn’t think I could make ‘em happen… or that maybe I shouldn’t. But maybe I can…maybe we can…” his words tripped over themselves with the quickening pounding of his heart.

“Simon, what are you trying to say?”

He paused with a smile on his lips, sighing contentedly. His inebriated mind had nothing but the truth to give him as a response and so he spoke the words he never thought he’d get to say to anyone, but he was surprised how easily they rolled off his tongue now. “I’m tryin’ to say that I’ve been thinkin’ about how I wanna fuckin' marry ya, luv,” he stumbled out, copper gaze lingering on your eyes shimmering in the low light. “Don't want no one else to get a fuckin' chance to snatch ya up before I come to my senses and make sure your mine foreva’.”

You laughed it off, caught completely off-guard by his words. They say that drunk words are sober thoughts, but this was more than you had ever expected from him tonight. It wasn't that you hadn't thought about the possibility of such a future with Simon, you'd been together for long enough now that it was something you had hoped for, yet whenever the subject was approached the few times it was before it was met with hesitation on his part. There was no question that you knew he loved you, that you loved him, but taking that next huge step had never seemed like a priority and you were fine with that. Hearing him say it aloud so assuredly made your stomach flip with anticipation.

However you also knew he wasn't in a state to be thinking clearly and you didn't want to get ahead of yourself just yet. Tomorrow he could wake up, head pounding, and not even remember you had had this conversation in the first place. Best to wait until he could sober up before discussing such heavy things in any more detail.

“You're drunk, baby,” you chuckled as your hand cupped against him and lingered on his face, thumb tenderly stroking his cheek. “We can talk about this later, okay?”

Closing his eyes he melted into your touch, so soft and silky against his rough face; it was like magic how you were his comfort. It was effortless, your love, and that was something he had never known. Everything had always been a struggle, an uphill battle that he had to sacrifice for, but being with you was the first time he had ever understood when people would talk about someone being their other half because you truly were his.

“Maybe I’m a little fuckin’ sloshed,” he conceded, “but I ain't gotta be sober ta know that I’m tired of pretendin’ I’m some kind of cold-hearted monster that doesn’t want ta have some type a life outside of my work; like I haven’t been wantin’ ta give ya the title of missus, maybe start a family with ya and all that. Things I didn’t think I’d be able ta have till ya came along and fuckin’ changed everythin’.”

Fluttering open his eyes they locked onto yours and there was not an ounce of apprehension to be found in their depths. “You’re serious?” you asked, watching for any subtle change in his face as you struggled to find air to fill your lungs.

Again he leaned into you, capturing your mouth within a kiss that spoke volumes of love into you so that the synapses in your brain misfired the longer your lips danced and worked to make your body feel as if it was floating. “As a fuckin’ heart attack,” he breathed against your mouth. “I sat there tonight listenin’ to Price go on and on about not wantin’ to waste anymore time denying tha life he wanted and it made me realize I can’t keep bein’ afraid to take tha plunge. Ya deserve someone ta be better than that, sweetheart. And do ya know what it is that I really fuckin’ want?”

Speech failed you in that moment as his lips brushed across yours, electricity sparking over them as he took a deep breath to fill himself with your scent as his grip on your hands above your head tightened. It was so easy the way you could become consumed by him; his touch, his words, they cast their spell over you in an instant to fill your heart to nearly breaking. And yet all you wanted was more.

You swallowed to gain control of your vocal chords, finally finding your voice. “What?” the simple question barely audible under your breath.

“What I fuckin’ want is for ya ta be my wife.”

You stopped breathing completely for a moment, heart fluttering frantically as the certainty in his statement filled up all that secret yearning in your soul, the one that desperately wanted to be claimed permanently no matter how much you denied it didn’t bother you not to be.

“Are you asking me or telling me?” you stammered out in a whisper, afraid that this was all an illusion that would break apart the moment you got too loud.

“I am askin’ ya right now if ya want to be Mrs. Riley,” he answered with a smile. “And don’t fuckin’ say I don’t know what I’m doin’ cause I do, luv. I do.”

Releasing you from his grasp he stretched himself all the way over to the chest of drawers near the bed and pulled open the one that contained the lockbox for his pistol. Pressing the numbered buttons on the front in the correct order he opened it and grabbed something out of the inside that you could not see before he set the lockbox on the ground. Sitting back upright, he held out his hand and inside was something small and square.

You sat up straight in the bed and looked from the velvet box up into his face with a gasp as he flipped the lid open to reveal a ring. “Got it a couple months back,” he admitted, “just wanted it ta be the right time. Kept fuckin’ talkin’ myself outta it cause I thought ya deserved better than me. But I want ya, sweetheart, I wanna make ya mine so fuckin’ bad if that’s what ya want too.”

All you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat in your ears that drowned out everything else as one of Simon’s large hands cupped around your cheek. “Will ya marry me?”

“Simon,” you said his name so sweetly that it rendered his mind numb as tears pooled in your eyes and time seemed to stand still as he waited for you to finish your answer. “There’s nothing else I want more than to be married to you. Yes, my answer is yes.”

Simon’s reaction was visceral as he hurriedly leaned back down into you with back arching and crashed his lips upon yours, greedily drawing all the love from your mouth that he could as he captured your mouth over and over again. Unconsciously the ring box was discarded on the nightstand as his hands desperately needed to be filled with the being that made up his entire world; that was all that mattered.

“Whatever the fuck I did to deserve ya I hope I continue to do it to keep ya,” he moaned into your open mouth while he pulled you onto his lap and you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck to keep yourself steady as you sat down on him. “You’re the only thing I’ll eva want.”

You let yourself sink into his embrace as his hands kneaded at your hips and ran over the curve of your ass, overcome with so many emotions that it was impossible not to get swept up in them all. “I’m yours,” you responded in a moan. “Not going anywhere.”

The sound of your soft, breathy voice creating music out of the tender sounds as his fingers sent shivers down your spine made the collected and stoic soldier crack at the seams and any trace of the disastrous thoughts that had plagued him about how this interaction would happen fell away; a fire roared to life in his chest, spreading throughout his limbs until his fingertips prickled with desperation as he lost himself in you until nothing else existed except what lay inside the bed.

Simon was a moth drawn to your flame and if it killed him, then he knew now that he would happily burn.

His fingers went caressing along the lines of your body over your t-shirt as if he were ravenous, as if he hasn’t touched you in years: over hips and thighs, circling over the fullness of your backside, up and around to your back where he flattened his palms to run them up the length of your spine all the way to where he ran coarse fingers through your hair at the back of your head. A tangled mess of limbs and lips, raw and wanting, as his hands descended back down into your lap.

Grabbing the hem of your sleep shirt with his exploring fingers, he released your mouth for as long as it took to rip it off over your head and toss it somewhere onto the floor. “There she is,” he breathed before mouth was diving into all that newly exposed warm flesh. Simon’s mouth left your kiss-flushed face and traveled to your jaw, adorning it with his lips as he dragged them along the length and trailed them down to your neck where they meet his fingers who took over and followed down the line of your neck to your chest and around the soft tissue of your breasts.

Securing you to him with a strong arm around your waist, bare chest against bare chest, his hand rubbed across the length of your thighs until he decided to slip it in the crevasse between them. Up against your panty-clothed pussy he pressed his hand sending chills along your skin so that you’d buck against his hand and you could feel a smile grow on his mouth that now rested at the crook of your neck.

“I fuckin’ love makin’ ya feel good baby,” he groaned. “Christ, you’re so fuckin’ perfect… so perfect, pretty girl.”

Simon pushed his fingers up through the cloth until he was sure he had your petals pressed into your clit so that he could grind into it over and over until you began to ache something fierce. Your hips mirrored the work of his fingers as you rolled them over his hand, the excitement of the moment and the giddy feelings heightening all sensations so that the slightest bit of effort had you dripping.

Suddenly you pulled away from his mouth, leaving his lips missing your touch. “Take off your pants,” you said.

“Only if ya take off these tiny things,” Simon smiled as he pawed at your pelvis.

That was a deal easily made.

It was a mad scramble to remove the rest of the clothing that kept you apart, his jeans being ripped off in a flash as you pulled off your panties, but you were quick and resituated yourselves back in that intimate position of facing one another. His cock throbbed hard, the veiny appendage swollen and aching and ready to slide into you. With a firm grip he helped you situate yourself kneeling over his cock and then held onto you as you slowly lowered yourself onto the engorged tip.

Breathing strained and muscles tensed along his abdomen as Simon slipped inside, your body taking him all in down to the base of his cock. Your arms locked around the back of his neck to keep you from falling off his lap, delicate whimpers dripping from your lips as his cock nestled securely inside to stretch you good and full to the brim. The stretch of him was heaven, only slight discomfort that immediately gave way to ecstasy as it pulsed and throbbed against your walls like a heartbeat deep in your core, its rhythm making your body tremble to the cadence of a dance that only you two had perfected.

“I love you,” the emotion-laden words left your lips.

“I love ya too, sweetheart,” he returns without missing a beat.

There were no more words that could be said as you both devolved into beings created solely for the pleasure of the other, the sounds of grunting and moaning filling up the room. The longer you went the harder you ground your hips into his pubic bone to engage your swollen clit like you couldn’t get enough of the way it felt. Your fingertips tingled with the prickling sensation of them running over the cropped bottom of Simon’s blonde locks at the back of his neck as you rode him, every part of you from your head down to your toes in pure bliss.

Simon let you take the lead, so worked up that he was barely hanging on by a thread the moment he was inside you, the overwhelming sensation of love being shared the catalyst that drew you both closer to the precipice of release. Tender snaps of his hips upward into you helped to engage that region inside your core that felt divine. Mixed with the rubbing of your clit against him and you were quickly being made to come undone.

Head falling forward, your eyes closed as you moaned into his face. “Yes, mmm… yes.”

“Come with me baby,” he groaned as he leaned forward so that your foreheads were pressed tightly against one another, “I know you’re close. Come on, you and me, together.”

Your hands around his neck squeezed harder to match the feeling as his grip wrenched down on your hips, your mouth hung agape as you desperately focused on your breathing. The coil wound tightly in your abdomen pulled taunt, body vibrating with pleasure, your orgasm within reach. It wouldn’t be long now and Simon was straining to hold on till the end.

“That’s it,” he coaxed gently, keeping his movements at a steady rhythm. “Just breathe; we’re almost there.”

The coil of arousal compressed in your core finally snapped and with a shudder your orgasm rocketed through you fiery hot, making you whimper closed mouth into his face as your hips bucked harshly into his. And before you could even finish through a second of your ecstasy, Simon locked his mouth onto yours as he let go and came fast and rough, mixing his groans with yours in the space created by your mouths.

Remembering what started this all he stretched his arm over to the nightstand and reached for the ring inside the box, taking your left hand to place the delicate band around your finger. He held up your hand before you both to admire the look of it, watching the gem glint and gleam in the light as he turned it back and forth. Never in his dreams could he imagine something so perfect being his to keep.

Simon’s hands stayed locked to your hips as a natural rhythm rocked you both back and forth through your high, just breathing until you could both come back down. He didn't want to let you go and you were more than content to stay nestled in his arms for as long as possible just to feel him. Eventually his heart rate slowed enough that he could breathe normally again and as he did he eased you both down to the mattress, you resting atop his chest. Your finger drew lazy patterns through the hair along his chest as the pair of you clung to one another.

Simon brought your hand to his mouth and placed gentle lips to it. “Can’t believe I get to ‘ave her as mine for the rest of my life,” he said as he pulled you into another toe-curling kiss, as happy as one person could be.

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luvrxbunny · 8 months

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he offers to take his gf’s virginity but cums too fast because he underestimated how good she’d feel

random guys i love under 🤭

this wasnt supposed to be so long but I'm ovulating so

includes: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Joel Miller, Bucky Barnes, and Miguel O'Hara

eddie munson - 0.2k

he’d be super cocky abt it. he’d tell you about how good he’ll make you feel, how you’re gonna be crying on his cock, that he’s gonna stretch you so wide that you’ll be able to feel it for weeks after. He has it all planned out in his head too, how slowly he’ll work himself in, how he’ll fuck you for hours and you’d love it.

but he’s got half his dick in you and he’s already throbbing.

your eyes are on his but they keep unfocusing and crossing as he works his way in. he has to turn away from you to stop himself from cumming as you whine about how big he is. he’s frozen inside you for a while, you’re gripping his arms, begging him to keep pushing into you and he had to cover your mouth to shut you up as his dick starts to twitch inside you.

he pushes himself in fully and immediately cums at your shouting moan from under his hand. he’s burying his face in your neck and grunting into your neck angrily as his hips uncontrollably twitch into your unbelievably warm pussy.

afterward, he’s angry at himself and a little distant from you cus he’s embarrassed asf but you comfort the shit out of him and guarantee that you loved it

steve harrington - 0.2k

he's almost as nervous as you are, he hasn’t had sex in a little while because he’s been with you, and he’s never had sex with someone he loves so he doesn’t know if it’s different.

he tries to eat you out, getting a few licks in before you pull him back up and tell him you already stretched yourself. he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the words, at the mental image and he needs you. it takes a while for him to fully enter you because he’s fucking huge.

you keep whining at him every other second, pressing your hand to his pelvis to stop him from sliding in because it hurts too much. he feels bad, ofc he does… but you’re so tight he can barely breathe. his eyes are shut as tight as possible and his hands are crushing your hip bones until you're whimpering at him for more.

you're finally able to take all of him and he’s cumming. he’s looking right at you, a hand in his hair and a look of complete shock on his face as his orgasm ripples through him, prolonged by your frantic grinding and his erratic thrusts.

he's thoroughly embarrassed afterward and tries to explain to you that it’s cus he’s “never been with anyone who felt as good as you”, that in the sea of women he's been with he's “never felt anyone as warm, wet, or soft as you.” he fingers you as an apology, letting you cum in his lap as many times as you'd like.

marc spector - 0.2k

he actually doesn’t really want to. he thinks it’s too important for you to give it to him, he doesn’t deserve it and all his martyrdom but you’re able to convince him to do it for you.

he eats you out first, to open you up a bit and to calm his nerves before actually getting to it.

you’re on top so you can control the pace a bit more, his hands on your hips in case your legs give out. the position is already a little too arousing for him, then with the added thought that you trust him enough to give him your virginity is messing with his head.

he’s louder than usual from the start, eyes already fluttering shut when all you’ve taken is his tip. his hands are shaking where they rest on your hips and repeated curses fall from his mouth. he starts rambling filthy words and praises by the time you’re halfway down and by the hilt, he’s begging you to let him fuck into you before he cums.

he’s frantic with his thrusts after you nod at him but he only gets maybe three full thrusts in before he’s stuttering and apologizing as he empties his balls into you.

he’s angry at himself and distant afterward, feeling like he’s ruined your first time and being dramatic asf. talking about maybe he’s just not good enough for you and yadayada but you convince him otherwise ofc.

steven grant - 0.2k

he’s flustered and so honored. he plans a whole thing, a whole date beforehand, and gets your room all prettied up for when he takes you to bed. it’s super romantic, he's poured his heart into the whole ordeal.

he’s super soft w you, very slow. he fingers you first which is probably where he went wrong, he was throbbing in his pants the whole time. your moans and begs for him to just ‘put it in already’ have his head spinning.

you end up more desperate than he is and you take him much much faster than he had anticipated.

he basically slides right in. his eyes cross once his hips press into yours and you can hear him muttering random things; begs with himself not to cum, random facts that he’s rattling off in an attempt to distract himself but it doesn’t work.

you squeeze down on him at the whole scene, his hot breath on your ears and he whimpers your name pathetically as he fills you to the brim, more cum than he’s ever produced, spilling out of you and soaking the sheets.

he apologizes profusely for about an hour and promises that you guys will re-do everything. he fingers you again afterward, wanting to make you cum. he’s whispering apologies and praises in your ear the whole time.

joel miller - 0.3k

he doesn’t want to, thinks he’s corrupting you and he doesn’t deserve it blah blah. but once you convince him he couldn’t be more honored. he’s doting on you the whole week leading up to it, making sure you feel comfortable, constantly letting you know it’s okay to change your mind. you never do.

he’s so nervous when the day comes, timid with you throughout the whole day, checking up on you every hour until nightfall.

he fingers you slowly, languidly, working you up gently and helping you fall into a comfortable, relaxing orgasm that opens you up to him. he wound himself way too tight in the process. listening to your sweet, soft moans of his name, feeling your frantic hand grip any part of him you can hold, seeing that loving, thankful look in your eyes as you fall over the edge, almost dragging him with you.

you’re too much for him from the second he’s inside you. too wet, too warm, too tight, and too fucking perfect. you’re taking him insanely well, he’s working himself in faster than even he can handle and you’re still begging him for more.

he stops 3/4 of the way because he’s pulsating. he’s holding you down, pressing your hips into the bed because you won’t stop grinding on him. it doesn’t help much because now you’re just moaning, whining, and whimpering his name on repeat. he starts muttering for you to be quiet, to stop saying his name like that but it just has you fluttering on his cock, coaxing his cum from the tip.

he’s grunting out blame on you as he cums like; “i told ‘ya to shut it” and “i fuckin’ tried, baby” he continues to blame you afterward telling you that he’s an old man and you’re too sweet for him. he’s embarrassed but tries not to show it, burying himself between your legs instead. he makes you cum two more times as an apology.

bucky barnes - 0.5k

he can’t even believe that you’re a virgin, let alone the idea that you want him to change that. he’s a bitch abt it ofc, much like joel. denying it at first, trying to get you to change your mind but feeling incredibly special when you don’t.

he hasn’t been with anyone since being iced so he’s basically a virgin as well. he can remember some things but is very scared that women don’t even like the things he knows anymore.

he jerks himself off through the whole day. he’s rendered useless with the thought that he’ll be taking your virginity tonight. he can't stop thinking about how pretty you'll look on his cock, moaning for him, screaming and cumming for him.

he’s already hard from the moment you come home but tries to pretend he isn’t, tries to pretend that he hasn’t been thinking about making love to you since he woke up but you know him. you decide to take him as soon as you get in, right there in the living room, on the couch.

he’s stuttering at you to stop, that you guys should go to the room, take it slower, and so on but he’s doing nothing to stop you, actually he’s helping you pull your pants off as he says it. he’s already leaking onto his thighs when you take his boxers off.

you position yourself over his cock and his breathing is already speeding up and stuttering. you take a little while to get him in, having to adjust to his girth, and moaning about how good he feels the whole way down. his eyes roll back and his metal arm groans with how hard he’s gripping the armrest, leaving indents in the wood underneath.

your hands are in his hair as you grind on him and his head is thrown back. he’s moaning your name and incoherent praises as his stomach tenses rhythmically, his thighs shake and his mumbles become a bit more frantic. he holds his head back up to make eye contact with you and he mutters out that he 'can’t', that 'you’re gonna make him cum' and he 'can’t hold it.' you can see the desperation in his eyes, the honest panic in his voice and it makes heat pool in your belly as you pussy chokes him.

he fills you. pumping rope after rope after rope of cum inside you and moaning like a slut. his hips thrust into you so forcefully that you fall forward onto his chest, feeling the breath from his moans on your ear. he's barely enjoying it, too distracted by the embarrassment that is flooding his body... until you’re squeezing his dick like a vice and moaning his name. his eyes roll back again with a guttural moan, ripped from his chest as he feels a fresh load shoots into your trembling pussy.

he’s still embarrassed after though. that he came before you AND he came twice while you only came once but you assure him it was one of the hottest things you’d ever witnessed

miguel o'hara - 0.5k

he would take forever to accept. he'd tell you that it's too precious for you to give to him, that you should save it for someone more deserving but you want him so he caves.

he tried to treat the day like any other but he gets hard every time he looks at you, visions of you all laid out and pretty for him, his thick cock abusing your poor virgin pussy as you whine for him. he cannot get the thought out of his head, no matter what he tries to distract himself with.

so when he's working you open, fucking you as gently as he can. it's not as romantic as he would've hoped, you're laying stomach down across his lap as he fingers you but it's only because you wouldn't stop moaning in his face when you were straddling him. he couldn't handle it.

you're doing the same thing now though. it's just how he imagined except he's not fucking you, he's got maybe half his dick in you and you're already moaning and writhing under him. begging him for more, telling him how happy you are, and that it feels 'so fucking good'.

his arms begin to shake, unable to hold himself up with how weak you're making him. you keep clenching on him, he keeps asking you to stop and you respond with a helpless "I c-can't help it." that has him twitching inside you. he tries to think about something- anything other than how you're sucking him in. he's almost to the hilt and your hips are lifting off the bed, trying to take more of him.

he lets you. watching as you moan at the way he slides in, rubbing along your sensitive walls. he watches you look down at where you both meet, where your pussy is absolutely devouring him, he watches your mouth drop open in a silent moan and your eyes trail up to meet his before rolling back into your head as you collapse back onto the bed. he can't handle it.

he's groaning- pulling your hips to him, forcing himself deeper as he fills you up- before you even hit the pillows. his breathing becomes erratic as he thrusts into you, every muscle tensed and shaking. he can't seem to shut up either, he's moaning your name out more often than he's breathing. he can hear you whining in response, and he can see you playing with your clit and it makes it worse.

he doubles down and fucks you through his orgasm, ignoring the painful pleasure that shoots through him from his cock in favor of making you cum. he keeps going until you've cum around him twice and he's released a monstrous amount of cum into you.

he's embarrassed and guilty after. he wishes he hadn't cum before you and feels like it was all too much for your first time. he doesn't stop apologizing for the rest of the night, no matter how many times you tell him that you loved it, that it was more perfect than you could've imagined. he only shuts up when you beg him for it again next week.

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⋆｡˚ ♰・dan heng imbibitor lunae x afab! reader

┈─ ・(ex)plicit, mdni. dragon fxcking, breeding, cervix kissing, horns stim. not proofread.

"higher elder, are you certain you want to do this?" a doubtful query rises in the midst of shared, saccharine, heated kisses, the higher elder continues to roam his slender fingers on your belly, teal hues fixating on your worry painted features.

he cracks a sheepish smile and lays a gentle touch on your cheek, fingers now extending to your brows, gesturing for you to peel your eyes open— to see him clearly. "i may not be the person you knew eons ago, but given that your warmth exudes that of a familiar makes me yearn for more."

your heart rate picks up and a squirm slips out once he applies more pressure on your pelvis, signaling for you to rock your hips on him faster . . . and harder as he could no longer contain his urges. it was evident from his beetling brows and heavy breaths.

dan heng never breaks the intimate eye contact in spite of the raging temptation coursing through his body, he just persists until he reaches his limit, finally ripping your sheer clothes with his power to wield crystalline waters - an enticing sight welcomes his vision the next second. "h-higher elder!" you were unsure what could a mere calling of his title do in this situation, but all you could deduce was it fueled his lust even more so than before.

your body trembles from the glacial wind blowing upon your dewed skin, glistening from faint aureate lights emitted from the higher elder's palace. dan heng was quick to catch on as he grabs ahold of your wrists and leans forward in, closing the gap slowly between your lustful bodies.

as he does so, pieces of the past flash in his mind like it was a puzzle - the face in front of him now being the very same one he used to share an intimate past with. he could envision everything, from the first moment he laid his eyes on your figure to the very last time the both of you locked gazes when he was exiled.

it has been a very long time.

dan heng glances at your features once more, focusing at every detail of your appearance that the past him had come to adore. "i apologize i kept you waiting for too long." his apologetic tone soothes your aching heart. "i've told you before that no matter what you do, i'll accept you back into my life with open arms."

there was a faint hesitation displaying over dan heng's expression. "however, i am not dan feng anymore. would that be alright with you?"

an action as a response would speak louder than words ever could, you thought. a burning kiss presses on his lips right after, tongues coming next as the dyad tangles in sync, relishing each other's flavors tinged with undying love despite of how many years have passed.

as if your bodies had come to a mutual understanding, basking in pleasure never felt better than before. dan heng flips you around, your naked back facing him now while he rises from his seat, a hand clutches the frame of your waist.

in frozen frames does he flick his wet tongue on your body, tracing lines depending on what earns the most satisfaction judging from the mewls continually slipping out of your lush lips. your knees shake underneath his feathery, light touches — it was clear as a day that he's enjoying your reaction, savoring how you're incredibly sensitive with minimum efforts.

"hah . . d-dan heng . . not your tongue." you protest in the midst of the teasing but as anticipated, he doesn't halt. if anything, he goes deeper down your body, eventually reaching the peeking folds from your ass cheeks. a foreign sensation wells inside you, a searing flame burns bright within.

your body stature wavers, he wanted to see more. the male then gives kitty licks on your flesh, a muffled moan escapes the margins of your lips, he wanted to hear more. he proceeds to prod two digits into your slit, goosebumps ride on your skin. he wanted to feel more.

cloudy white liquids glaze his fingers at the very last thrust while you gasp for air, unable to keep up with the events unfolding. as you were getting lost and tangled in your own thoughts, something brushes past the soft surface of your damp skin. it was long and textured, its temperature the similar with your heating region.

you look back at the higher elder only to be welcomed by his erect dick, twitching in intervals, aching for it to prod through your entrance. your eyes widen into two full moons but little did you know the male was delighted to see you bask at the sight of his cock.

"raise your ass up." a singular order was all it took for you to obey like a second-in-command. you follow suit to his request and bent yourself over on the table across, perking your cheeks in the air - waiting for it to be accompanied.

dan heng inches closer and rubs the tip of his dick right on your sopping wet slit, meriting you his melodic mewls of pleasure and muses of fascination. "let's take it slow from here on." a part of you begs to disagree but you were already drowning in a cesspool of satisfaction. you could no longer form any coherent thoughts but just let out lewd noises alongside him like an animal in heat.

with what minutes felt like light years, he finally slips it in— with ease and intense yearning. the male grits his teeth as he pulls out and pounds back in with force of a tenfold, your body twitches and look back at him with confusion painted all over your expression. "i-i thought we'll take it slow?"

as unbelievable as it is to hear him let out a hoarse chuckle in this situation, "i underestimated my restraint. i keep wanting for more of you." he responds with composure and jackhammers into your pussy at this point in time, emitting naughty, splotching sounds everytime his cock meets with your walls.

every time he kisses the far ends of your cervix, your walls clench around his shape, remembering every detail that undoubtedly drove the higher elder crazy. "hah . . i'm feeling too good . . you tighten up when i do that." he mumbles under his hot, deep breaths.

dan heng proceeds to fill you up until there's no more of anything that can disrupt your rhythmic pace shared alongside him. he persists to thrust in and out of you faster than ever, but something feels rather amiss. something feels different.

"why does it feel like you're getting bigger?" you ask as you racked your head for any idea as to why. "you finally noticed." he responds, licking his lips in anticipation, watching on the beads of sweat racing down your naked skin. "—it's to prevent the female from escaping."

your energy begins to dissipate and as for your body, it felt lethargic and heavy that you could no longer keep yourself up, thus making you drop down on the glossy tabletop. fortunately, dan heng catches your figure before you meet your own fall, he turns you around, piercing ablaze eyes sharing a passionate gaze once again. "i understand, your body can't keep up anymore. just do as i say and everything will be okay." his words were laced with affection, the mien on his face looked sweet and serene.

he casts you a worried look but a lustful one all at the same. when suddenly, with one quick movement, your bare back now sinks in the soft cushions of a mattress — while your lover was atop your messed figure. his azure irises were beaming with intense fervor, "caress my horns."

you do not bother questioning but abided as always with his request as it has been like that since day one. your weak hands raise in the air to reach for the peculiar attributes the higher elder bore to which dan heng lowers his head to make it easier for you. slowly by slowly, you gently touch dan heng's translucent, turquoise gradient hued horns, gliding your fingers on the golden rings, and on to the shaft.

his hands wrap around yours suit, guiding your touch to where it feels the best to be caressed. the suspense was killing him yet it felt gratifying. "mm . . more." he muses and you obey— stroking his characteristics gently yet in a quick pace. your fingers coil around the small branches of his horns that stuck out, dan heng groans, feeling his climax nearing soon.

at the same time, he quickly lets go and fondles your bare tits, while his other free hand's digits fiddles with the clit. your back arches with pleasure to which the male accepts with gratitude, sucking your breast as he nestles the erect tips in between his teeth. he grinds his teeth and toys your hard nipples with his wet tongue in intervals, making your eyes roll far back from the foreign sensation welling up in your stomach.

on the spur of the moment, numerous strings of white cum sprawls out onto your body. the amount seemed rather bizarre as you looked to check . . . you saw two cocks from the same part, both hardened, erect as prominent veins adorn them both. "t-two?" you ask, brows furrowed at the unfamiliar sight.

dan heng pauses for a moment, feeling abashed at how your reaction. he heaves a deep sigh before responding. "yes, this is a state we enter when basking in incredible amounts of pleasure." he replies as a matter of fact, now cleaning up his own cum staining your body with his fingers and tongue. as he watches on you about what's the next course of action, a doubtful look lingers on your features. "what's wrong?"

"i don't think i can take it . ." the raven haired stops briefly to give you a reassuring smile. "don't worry, i'll be gentle until you can finally take all of me in." dan heng says, a dulcet tone underlying his sentence.

he presses a quick peck on your forehead and pats your head for a second, "this will feel good." dan heng leans forward to your body and strokes both his cocks with the help of his hands.

watching the male pleasure himself right in front of you: noticing his jaw tightening and supple thighs flinching, a sudden longing brews in the depths of your body to which your slit aches to feel more of his dick inside you, succumbing to your desires felt like the right thing to do. dan heng seemed so beautiful yet scary from what he can do.

and now here you wound up, facing his pair with a lewd expression carved all over your face. you poke your slick tongue out and brush it on his shaft, while your hands do the work on the other cock, caressing and stroking it in turns - earning dan heng's guttural moans bubbling from his throat.

his gloved hands then tangle themselves from the locks of your hair, he guides your mouth as you now lap all his length, bobbing your head up and down. your wet cavern provides the best makeshift of a vacuum sensation, he slowly rocks his hip, matching your pace, his tip eventually hitting the farthest places of your throat. "ah — okay, that's enough. . you did well."

the male cups your cheeks and makes you stop, the smeared pre cum and saliva over your lips makes the sight of you all the more endearing. he shifts his position and rests against the sofa's back cushions, helping you get up as well and place your slit adjacent to his two dicks.

as you grind your pelvis and guide his other cock with a hand to your other hole, with a slight push, both his erection were quickly clenched around by your two velvet walls. "ah! too big . ." you wail and rest your head against the chiseled plane of his chest, and dan heng pulls you into a tight embrace.

"it's okay, your body will adjust." he says, leaving another heating yet short lived kiss on your cheek. you remain still on your position, taking time to bask in the warmth both his cocks exude while sucked inside you.

there's no rush. after all, you have the night for yourselves to indulge in such carnal desires. as you expected, deeds like this indeed feel better when it's with your lover. a lover whose face you could only remember with the faintest memory, which now feels like complete victory as you two are finally reunited. you've long waited for this moment.

"i think . . i feel better compared to earlier. you may do so as you please now."

with a go signal, he clutches his hands on your arms and pounces into your pussy, once again meeting the far ends of your womb like crazy. your breaths become hitched and deep the longer the session continued, it's as if a switch is toggled in his behavior: you could point out the stark contrast between his instincts as a dragon and a human, a desire to care and protect and a desire to breed and devour.

but surprisingly, his sudden roughness always felt rather satisfying, dan heng is the equilibrium your life has looked for in a millennia. as you look at the higher elder, he was already staring brazenly at your lewd expressions and body, your mounds continuing to bounce up and down, as well as liquids of arousal seeping out like a maniac.

"you're too beautiful that i want to leave my mark on you . . you're way too beautiful that i want to drill into your womb who you'll only belong to." he says out of the blue, obvious thirst adorns his words.

"do it then, plant your seed inside me, do whatever you want to me."

his aquamarine eyes widen in surprise, incandescent pupils dilating. "are you sure? anything i want to do to you?" he reiterates and you nod in agreement. "yes, anything."

"i won't be as gentle as i was before."

#dan heng imbibitor lunae #dan heng x reader #dan heng x reader smut #dan heng imbibitor lunae x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x reader smut #dan heng

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hanasnx · 3 months

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dick grayson would fit given the whole acrobat thing and all. him taking advantage of you wanting to be more flexible and asking him to be your teacher thinking he would just teach you a few stretches…ends up stretching you out in a whole different way

-🍃

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: based on the porn i got off to last night

"All the way down." DICK GRAYSON directs, motioning forward. As an experienced instructor, you trust his judgement. Sitting on your knees, you crawl on your hands until you can arch your back towards the floor, reaching your arms out as far as they can go. Your ass in the air, you can feel the stretch in your entire body. It's good enough to ignore the compromising position you're in.

You don't think about it when the warmth of another presence slots behind you, and big hands clutch your hips, drawing you back. If you could see him, you'd witness how he's crouched, situating your ass at his crotch, staring hard at it while he moistens his lips. "There you go." he commends casually. Oblivious to the dirty ulterior motive to see what you'd look when he fucks you doggy style, you focus on how delectable it feels to be taken care of, that pleasant burn in your body either from how you stretch or the residual memories of what you were doing the last time you were in this position.

"You're so good at this, Dick." you tell him, more sultry than you meant to.

"Don't praise me just yet." he replies in a scoff, and you brush off your confusion. "Push forward." Two thumbs press into the fat of your ass, and you pick yourself up on your arms while you straighten your legs to form upward facing dog. "You want to feel it right here in the spine..." he muses, a large palm stamping onto your tailbone and canvasing the dimples at your lower back, commending you for your deep arch. "That's right, that's..." he trails off as he scans your posture, and the cushion of your yoga met dips when it's met with his knees. He straddles your thighs, and inclines over you, molding your body with his. It's safe to say his methods of instructing you are unconventional, but he's the expert. So when his pants nudge the crevice of your ass as he overlays you in upwards facing dog, you take your mind off of the bulge. He's so close his cheek kisses the side of your head, and his voice is right up next to your ear. "That's deep."

You try to suppress your shiver, but you're sure he felt it travel all the way up to your neck.

"Hold it right there." he tells you as he backs up, and momentarily you mourn the loss of his body heat. "Hold it... Alright—" You do as you did before, returning to balasana, but when you back all the way up, your booty shorts bump his pelvis.

Hot in the face, you look over your shoulder at him just in time to witness how he eyes you up, but when he doesn't mention it you're quick to straighten yourself out. "It's okay, happens a lot." he assures. His hands rest on his hips, and he throws his head back. "This is good though, I can feel you trying hard. Just hold that." A smile stretches onto his lips, and he picks himself up further into a taller kneel, raising his hips to yours as his hand fixes on your tailbone again to keep you from running away. You can feel something half-hard through his pants but you don't allow yourself to dwell on it. Especially not when the brush of contact makes your eyes flutter. "Definitely hold that."

For a second, you're frozen in place, afraid to do something stupid or unprofessional.

"Remember to breathe." he reminds you, and you expel a burst of air you didn't realize you were holding. "And... release." You move at a steady pace so as to not alert him to your embarrassment, slipping back into upwards dog for the second time. "That's perfect. You look perfect." A surge of heat blooms on your face again. "Turn to the side for me. Let's go ahead and raise this leg." You oblige him, and he lifts the aforementioned leg by your ankle. Two hands wrapped around the joint makes your foot look small.

When you bring it up, he inspects it, his eyes following the curvature intently. He's a very attentive instructor. "All the way up. Straighten the knee." You curl your other leg to support yourself, propped up on your elbow, all so it's possible to stand your foot into the sky until it's a tall pole. "Let's open you up here." Your gaze widens as he approaches you again, tucking himself into your space so he can palm your calf, and his crotch slides up against your exposed pussy. The constricting shorts you wore— regulation according to him— outline your cunt in a way that has it swell through the fabric, and here he is grazing against it like it's no big deal... You have to be reading this wrong. Gently, he forces your leg back, and a burn tingles in your ham string. It's not the only thing that tingles, his crotch now firmly pressed to yours. "You're still a little stiff." he notes, which takes your attention away from his halfie in his basketball shorts. It can't be though, it must be his phone in his pocket or something.

He splays his hands on either side of your waist, pushing forward so your ankle's on his shoulder, your knee at your nose. He exhales. There's not enough oxygen in the room, it's practically spinning, and your heart is pounding in your chest. He's so large you can't see his face as it reaches clear over your head and all you can look at is his pants, desperate to deduce the familiar shape of a boner. No such luck when all these limbs are in your way.

"Wow. Flexible, huh?" He grins wolfishly. Pride preens at the notion the acrobat noticed how bendy you are. "Let's go into bridge. You remember bridge?"

You swallow hard and nod, "Mhm," you respond uneasily, throat thick from the coating of silence. Giving you enough space to shift, your hips align on the floor, grounding your arms flat so you can raise your pelvis. It doesn't take much for his thighs to be under yours again, fooling you into thinking he's taking a constructive gander of your pose until his arm straps under you. Fingers curl around the handle of torso, and your eyes widen as he uses his fist on mat to pick you up. Briefly, your toes leave the floor when he adjusts himself to slot between your legs snugly. When he's satisfied, he holds his own hand over your hip, arm still secured under your tailbone, and arches your spine manually. "That's it." he praises, and splays fingers onto your belly, fingertips just brushing your ribcage. "Feel that now? In the core?" Timidly, you nod. "One more ought'a do it. Sit down for me." For me. The words resound in your head as you drop, and he reaches behind him to clutch your ankles, bringing them over his thighs to fold over your head. "Legs straight." he reminds you, and he curls your body for you, letting your hole get some air as it faces the ceiling.

Those huge fingers cling onto the meat of your thighs, digging into the flesh as your tits spill to your chin in your little sports bra. "Wow, you are tight, huh?" he muses and you jelly. Folded all the way over yourself, his hands slide to the inside of your knees to pin you in place and your shorts ride completely up into your ass crack, cheeks defined as his jaw hovers just above your swollen cunt. Can he smell you?

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jungwondazed · 8 months

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moonlight

description: sunghoon x reader // cream pie, eating each other out post orgasm

he was beautiful in the moonlight.

in the comfort of your own apartment sunghoon made love to you. that’s what he promised anyways. but seeing him so unraveled and relentlessly forcing his cock deep inside you made you believe this was more vulgar than you intended.

“i fit so fucking good inside this pussy don’t i baby?” he groans and you gasp from his foul language. his choice of words paralleled his elegant face and gorgeous frame. he was impossibly handsome even while looking down at you, his hair messily sticking to his forehead and nape, his body coated with the slightest layer of sweat. checking him out while getting your insides fucked out sent you into a whirlwind as he grabbed his hands on your thigh for more leverage.

“i wanna cum deep inside you baby, you’re so fucking good to me aren’t you?” he always asks questions after questions while your mind can barely keep up. he fucks so hard you can’t even grasp the words he spits out at you and it leaves you babbling and whining and it makes him chuckle and lean down to press kisses all over your face and chest.

“i just- i can’t hoon-“ you finally manage to string some words together and it only earns a deep kiss from him as he continues pounding into you over and over again. you feel so stuffed and overwhelmed, the heat of his mouth and the thickness of his cock glosses your eyes over with some tears because it was all too much. you’ve never been fucked so hard. you’ve never been fucked at all before hoon came into your life. he fucks you every night and to this very day you aren’t used to it. he tortures you with his tongue, making you barely keep up with him orally while you’re forced to feel him stretching you out at an insanely fast pace. sometimes when it becomes too much in this position you can’t help but wrap your arms around him and cry into his shoulders.

“don’t stop kissing me baby, i wanna kiss you through it when you cum around me” you let you arms go immediately and continue kissing him like you did before. it’s hard to hold back tears when you’re always overstimulated by him.

he pushes himself up with his hands planted on either side of your face. looking down at the way his cock pivets in and out and he lets out a breathy grunt, noticing the way your slick has coated all over him. stringy, wet, white cream squelches between the both of you and you feel him twitch inside and you know you’re almost there.

he lowers one hand to rest his forearm down and bring his face closer to yours, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips before breathing out another demand.

“let’s cum together yeah baby? let me cum inside you and kiss you through it. you can do that for me can’t you pretty girl” you whine at his praise and nod your head yes and force your lips to move in motion to his, you feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer. sunghoon picks up his pace and starts fucking you even harder than before and at this point you feel like you’re just sobbing.

“fuck baby i’m gonna cum, gonna cum so fucking hard” he nearly moans it all out and you feel your release too. mouth agape and face frozen you cum all over his cock and he milks the orgasm out of both of you.

“i’m gonna keep going until you see white baby” and he keeps his promise, you can’t recall when he stopped moving inside you until he collapsed by your side, leaving the both of you out of breath. you look down at his cock to see your wetness coating his entire pelvis, earning a groan from him once again.

“come lick me clean pretty girl” and who are you to disobey that, regardless of how tired you are. you slowly get up, lowering your tongue on his cock and licking it all up by yourself. sunghoon’s breathing catches up and he brings your lower body towards his face, earning a squeal from you.

“let’s lick each other both clean baby” you moan as his lips lick your core while you lick his tip. sunghoon likes to spread your folds while he presses his tongue against you, for more access, he likes to say.

you both clean each other up until you’re both dry. hoon helps you up again and pulls your body close to his. he kisses your shoulders and neck, and lastly your face. he’s beautiful post orgasm, tinted cheeks and eyes dazed.

“my beautiful girl, you’re so good to me.” he makes out with you one last time until you both fall asleep soundly, tired from the exhaustion.

#sunghoon x reader #sunghoon hard hours #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #sunghoon x you #enhypen smut #sunghoon smut #enha smut #enha x reader

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cosmicstarlatte · 8 months

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Havent made a request in a while so would it be fine if I requested:

MC punishing Belphie by giving oral to Beel infront of him?

-BelphiesMeanDom

Hi BelphiesMeanDom!! ^^ I hope you've been doing great!! ♡ I was so excited to do this one!!!!!!!!! 💕 tysm for the request! ♡

nsfw 18+ only mdni

Lessons // bj (face fuck), cum in mouth, cucking belphie lol, beel x gn reader

"This isn't fair! I'll be good! I'll do it next time!!!" Belphie whined, pact-commanded to sit still next to you & Beel on his bed. Belphie's throbbing cock stood tall & swollen, leaking pre-cum down his length while you continued to suck his twin brother off. You were nestled comfortably between Beel's legs, your knees cushioned by their rooms soft carpet.

You let go of Beel's cock with a small pop & glanced at Belphie, continuing to stroke his brothers fat cock, never losing rhythm. Beel whimpered quietly at the loss of your warm mouth.

"What's not fair is you making sweet Beel do my laundry when I asked you to do it. Seems like he deserves a reward." You returned your attention to Beel, running a slick tongue up & down his cock, eliciting a small groan from him. He instinctively pushed his hard large cock into your face wanting more.

"Beel what the fuck!" Belphie turned his attention to his brother, "You can't do this to me!" He spat shifting into his demon form, still unable to do anything as he sat frozen in place watching the lewd show in front of him.

Normally, Belphie didn't mind sharing you with his brother. Sometimes willingly choosing to just watch when he didn't fully feel up for tag teaming you. But this time was different; you paid him no mind whatsoever & he couldn't even touch himself. At least let him do that.

Beel hummed & spared a guilty glance at Belphie before your soft voice caught his attention once more.

"Beel, look at me. Not him." You batted your lashes up at him, fondling his balls with one hand, using the other to tightly grip & stroke his girthy cock. "You do want me to continue, don't you baby?"

He let out a content sigh as you ran your tongue along his slit, collecting the salty drops of precum that beaded at the top. Beel nodded as he gave in to you, grabbing his cock & gently smacked his fat pink tip against your swollen wet lips asking for more, "F-feels good...please."

"Hey, come on! " Belphie cried out.

"Ignore Belphie baby, you know he needs to learn his lesson," you cooed, massaging his thigh & pressing more kisses to his pretty pink tip, "just enjoy this okay?"

Beel moaned as you finally swallowed him whole again, warm wet tongue sliding against every vein, making his nerves jump with pleasure. He threw his head back & gripped the sheets as you bobbed your head up & down, cheeks hollowed taking his entire massive length. Your moans vibrated around him, making him feel dizzy from how good it felt.

"...So good...need more." He panted, placing a large hand behind the back of your head as he stood up from the bed, his cock slid further deep down your throat, making you gag & tears well up your eyes as your nose pressed against his pelvis.

"Mmffh—!?" your eyes widened in surprise & before you knew it he placed his other hand on your head & held you firmly in place. "S-sorry— can I — ?" He breathed out as he slid out your mouth before snapping his hips, pushing his cock back in & filling your throat.

"—haah!" Beel repeatedly bullied his cock into your mouth, grunting & losing himself at the sweet delicious warmth of your tight throat. You breathed hard through your nose as you looked up at him with hearts in your eyes, (pleasantly) being used aggressively by the normally sweet demon. The two of you completely ignored Belphie who continued to whine in the background, you both couldn't really be sure nor bothered with whatever he was saying.

"Ahh so close~ n-need to cum, please" his hips stuttered & your fingers dug into him, helping him push his entire length down your throat.

"F-fuck! I'm, I'm cumming!" He moaned & panted heavily as you felt his cock spurt warm ropes of cum down your throat. You eagerly kept bobbing your head up & down for more as he whimpered & continued bucking his hips into you.

"S-sensitive!! R-really good! Ah-! Cumming again!"

You felt Beel cum once more, emptying the rest of his balls. You gasped for air as he slid his softening cock out, watching as he groaned & shuddered falling back onto the bed. You licked your lips clean for any precious essence of his, just in case.

The two of you heard soft panting & glanced at a flush faced Belphie. His own milky release painting his stomach but his cock still furiously red with hints of purple, cock aching to be touched. You smirked, as he whimpered when you ran a finger along his swollen cock; coating both your finger & his tip with his precum before stopping.

"Next time, do as your told. C'mon Beel, lets get you something good to eat, I'm sure you're starving." You said as you fixed your hair.

Beel perked up at the mention of food & quickly buttoned his pants, fixing himself up. You latched onto his arm & started naming places to eat as the two of you headed out the room, but not before popping your head back in once again,

"You can move now Belphie."⬦

⬦You might also like: Choking Belphie︱Monster MC x Belphie︱Masterlist︱

#seriously i had so much fun w this one i got on this one so quick xD #obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me smut #obey me headcanons #obey me belphegor smut #obey me belphegor headcanons #obey me smut headcanons #obey belphegor x reader #obey me belphegor x you #obey me belphie #◇˖・ﾟ— › cosmic obey me . ⊹#✩ — the star: Belphie'sMeanDom!#obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel smut

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epic-arc · 5 months

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Summing up jaune's crossover ships

WARNING THIS POST IS FOR COMEDY ONLY! I'M NOT CRITICIZING YOUR SHIP OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT!

1-KnightLight

You liked the dynamics of the two and the first film of the RWBY x DC crossover, but you are very sad knowing that Jaune and his team wouldn't be in the sequel.

2-Heavenly knights (Art from @brokentrafficknight)

Arkos but if Pyrrha was a knight and had a giant arsenal of armor and swords. Joking aside and a good ship, the two characters match.

3- Dolphin Knight.

You like dragonslayer and final fantasy. This is a good ship I must agree and I love the jokes about Tifa being Italian with Jaune.

4- Early Moon Knight

You like white knight and you really liked the idea of weiss from ice queendom then it comes to your head ''And you take the idea of weiss from ice queendom to the extreme'' and boom there is this ship.

5- Frozen Knight

Remember what I said about the previous ship and the same thing for this one but instead of going to the extreme you thought beyond the limit!!

6- Usagi Knight

Congratulations you want jaune's pelvis to be broken!

7- Lightning Blade

Two things: You think Jaune is a person who likes cats. You want jaune's pelvis to be broken with speed.

9- Bad Luck Knight

I can fix her/i can make him worse.

10- Empress Knight

Yep, nora haircut tip for Jaune was so good that it made even the empress from another dimension fall in love with him.

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hi can u do peter quill x gn reader where the crew walks in on them two either like making out or something (if ur comfy with that if not feel free to ignore!!)

YES. I’ve seen a lot of these and sorry this took long❤️

Also I do tend to lean on more dom reader side so yuh

Peter Quill x GN! Reader

Warnings : suggestive actions, making out grinding etc.

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“fuck,” you had pushed Peter down onto his bed, he laid sprawled out with no shirt and just pants on. Extremely tight pants. You griped your own shirt and lifted it over your head, throwing it somewhere in his room.

You crawled atop of him and glided your chests together. The aching contact of skin on skin for weeks had finally come.

Peter whimpers in your ear as trail your bites and nics down from his ear to his neck. You grip onto the back of his thigh while grinding hard into him.

Peter throws his head back, which gives you more access to marking him. You lick up his neck smirking to yourself. Peter moved his hand to the crook of your neck, pulling you away from his abused and bruised neck, making you look into his eyes.

He smiles and pulls you in to a kiss. Your bodies collided along with your lips. The heat growing more and more in Quills room.

It had been an agonizing week of nonstop working around knowhere. You guys had barely gotten alone time and this was finally your alone time. You both had done everything needed (hopefully) for everyone settling in, and could blow off that stress. (Almost quite literally)

Your guys’ body ached for each other. Not having been touched in the slightest had made you feel so sensitive to it.

Yearning for the pleasure you both ached for, Peter grounded harder into you causing you both to moan, feeling the heat of each others breaths. You grabbed onto his hips allowing him to rock against your thigh slowly. His legs almost wrapping around your waist.

Peter had one grip on your locks, and one on your bicep. You looked down with hooded eyes as his face contorted into pleasure, craning his neck back, mouth agape.

Leaning back down, you went to his ear nipping and biting and soon going to his sweet spot under his ear. Peter moaned louder, the feeling of you marking him and pelvis to pelvis had never felt better.

Whispering sweet praises, you release the side of his hip and grab onto his neck, putting slight pressure making him whimper. You’re thumb move to under this chin and make him crane his neck even more.

“Such a pretty boy,” you mutter into his neck and his back arches. You trail the hand down his chest, grazing his soft but hairy chest. The pads of your fingertips graze his harden nipple and you play with it as you bring him into another kiss.

Catching him off guard while playing with his sensitive nipple, your tongue slips through, passionately adding to the kiss.

Slowly but surely, almost hovering, feather light scratching, your nails run down his abdomen.

“Such a good boy,” you say as you look into his clouded eyes.

Unbuckling his belt, you slip your fingers right under the waist band. Trailing your pads and feeling his well trimmed happy trial, you continue to tease.

Reaching down farther you graze his tip and-

*SLAM BANG*

“QUILL, MANTIS KEEPS USING HER-”

You both stare wide eyed. It was a sight to be seen. Your hand halfway down peters pants, both of your guys shirts off, etc.

“Uhm,” you went to say something to drax but struggled.

Drax stood there and did nothing. To confused and traumatized. Honestly, thank god it was only Drax and not anyone-

“PETER. Do not listen to Drax he’s just-”

Mantis came barging in and had pushed Drax out of the way before looking up and freezing. Her jaw dropped and her already big eyes grew wider.

Before anything else happened, Nebula pushed both of them and screamed. “Will you both shut the-” Frozen as well.

Everyone was quiet. Unsure what the hell to do.

Peter suddenly irked, “well get out! What is with you people and just standing there?!”

They all scattered and Nebula was now pushing both of them out the door, including forgetting to close it.

“Close the fucking door!”

#peter quill x male reader #peter quill x reader #peter quill #the guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy #marvel #peter quill x gn reader #star lord #starlord x reader #starlord x you #peter quill x you

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foursaints · 4 months

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thursday snippet ♡

thank you for the tags my sweets @itsjaywalkers & @carniferous i got so excited to read yours when i saw the notifs...

“Stop swaggering around like a fucking— expensive gigolo.” Barty just nabs the soda can right from his fingers, slinging his arm over the back of the booth— over Evan’s shoulders— and lounging himself down in one contiguous motion, “Oh, you wish I was your gigolo. That’s why you’re bringing it up, yeah? Freudian, Rosie.” Evan tries for a chuckle that he hopes sounds wry but instead comes out tinged with a slight edge of hysteria. He can feel Barty’s hand where it’s brushing against his shoulder, the strip of his exposed wrist, “I wish you had a pelvis that, like, obeyed the laws of physics. Seriously, how do you even tilt it like that, when you walk? Do you practice in the mirror? Every morning?” “If you were buying me, Rosie, how much would you pay? Humor me— just, like, ballpark number. More or less than a two-bedroom house?” Barty pauses, Evan’s drink halfway to his lips, considering. His voice dips that octave lower, “I’d do you for free, you know.” Evan wrinkles his nose, recoiling, “It would actually have to be for free, because I’d probably actively pay you to stay away from me. Never in a million years would I—“ “You know what they say—” “—I swear if you open your mouth and it’s another fucking made-up, bullshit fucking folksy proverb—” “—Hyperbole is the bedfellow of sincerity,” Barty finishes undaunted with a flourish of his Diet Coke. Evan snorts, “Yeah, now if you could kindly point me to whatever fucking fake Ye Olde Horseshit Almanac you pulled that one from, it would be…” He finally trails off as he catches a sudden glimpse of Regulus’s face, jaw agape, a single french fry frozen in its path to his mouth. Evan realizes, with a sudden wave of humiliation, he forgot that Regulus was even there. His eyes are flicking between them like he’s watching a routine broadcast tennis match that devolved into sudden, horrific violence. “Oh, this is bad,” Regulus gapes, “How long has this been going on? This is, like, really bad.”

honestly this is such a long snippet but i Care Them sorry.. ofc i tag @static-radio-ao3 @pupmotif @casstration @grimsneverendingfuneral @sanguineerose and also autumn always @betaot4

#writing tag #SORRY ITS SO LONG LMAO IT WAS MAKING ME GIGGLE

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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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“ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘”

𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Black Fem Reader

Zoro Giving Body Worship Here

CW: Soft! Zoro, Zoro is a bit resistant, Sensual Massage Kissing, Oral, Praise, Talks of Zoro having an Insecurity

It’s not that he hates you. It’s not that he hates the attention, it’s just

When it’s Zoro’s turn to recieve the love you want to give back he isn’t sure if he should accept it.

“You don’t have—-“

“I want to…”

It’s so late in the night, his body is tired and slightly sore and all he requested was to call it in early with you to hold him, but you noticed how weak he was so you did get a little beside yourself to use it to your advantage

“Just relax please.”

Like the good boy he is he allows you, but still has his doubts.

You love his body and the scars that come with it. The love can get overwhelming to him sometimes so dont hold it against him when he retracts back to your touch.

You sit on his pelvis, both of you in the nude, you can feel his heartbeat go faster as you touch his chest, you smirk.

“I love you, Zo…”

You say it so often to him, yet he still flinches, wanting to tell you it back so badly, but he feels frozen. You know, you understand the dilemma and that’s why you peck his lips to confirm with him.

“You’re so loved…” Your hands massages his neck and his chest, you looked like an Angel. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he would become a believer if it meant you were the closest thing to Heaven. “And I know you know that, but it’s still nice to tell you.”

“Y/n….”

His tanned skin against your finger tips, glistening under the lamp from the oil you rubbed against him, you couldn’t help but to turn this massage naughty.

Which he knew from the way you suggested to do a simple activity naked, so he allowed it.

His hands firmly on the fat of your hips as you indulge yourself in kissing his neck, leaving pretty marks on him, surely he won’t mind. You pepper his pretty chiseled face, small huffs of laughter break from his nose feeling a little tickle from your feathered kisses.

“I love your body, Zo….so perfect.” You hold up his face for him to look at you, his cheeks as red as can be grows even redder when you softly kiss his eye scar, then down to his cheeks, back to his lips.

Zoro didn’t get choked up easily, but if he could think of a time he almost broke it would be now. His eyes slowly closing, basking in your touches and kisses, it was something he felt like he didnt deserve but loved to know he could get.

“Even with these scars I still find you so attractive.” You grab his much larger calloused hand, kissing his knuckles while staring at his low gaze before resting it on your breast. "I love every inch of you."

He smirks, caressing it giving it a light squeeze.

He knew he was an attractive man, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a bit less than worthy of being praised this much because of how he took care of himself. He didn’t mind getting dirty, getting scratches and marks. You were the opposite too, remembering how you had a meltdown just from a small bruise on your knee, which is why always treated you like glass.

“Y/N you—“

“Sh shs shhhh. This is about you.” You push him back down seeing that he was objecting to you grabbing his shaft giving it slow strokes, his spine arched a bit, feeling him grow harder in your hand you kiss his leaking tip, before taking him all in as much as you could while fondling his balls a little which always made him breathe out your name so deliciously.

Small whimpers of your name fall through Zoro's lips, cursing in his native tongue as you picked up the pace, the bitter taste of his skin and oil you still hum in delight for being able to be blessed to make a man such as him feel good.

Zoro groans in pleasure, his legs moving up and down the sheets anticipating of his first orgasm of the night, you of course don't mind, swallowing the cum that pour out and onto your tongue he reaches his hand out to you, having a sudden craving to kiss your lips again.

His strong arms holding you close you moan onto his mouth, grinding against him, there wasn't a blemish on his body you left unkissed and appreciated and your big swordsman didn't know how else to thank you.

Breaking the kiss, he holding your waist and hand and guides you down onto his tip, whimpering his name loudly it echoes in your shared room, feeling every inch slide inside you.

You try to let go of his hand, but he doesn't looking up at your beautiful brown body he kisses your tummy before allowing you to move.

It was a long yet passionate night for you both rustling against the sticky sheets. Moaning, crying, and screaming his name until the sun rose. Zoro didn't even mind you taking charge that night. It wasn't a common practice with you both but in due time he has learned that it's okay to accept the love you have for him.

#one piece #TimikosZoro #black reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x female reader #zoro smut #zoro #pirate hunter zoro #zoro x you #zoro x female reader #zoro x black reader #one piece x black!reader

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