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jongbross · 7 months

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kinktober: hand job (zhang yixing x reader)

pairing: zhang yixing x reader word count: 745 genre: smut warnings: description of sexual activities, semi-public sex, hand job, swearing a/n: happy birthday, zyx 🥹❤️

yixing was uncomfortably hard.

he tried his best to think about the most horrendous, disgusting things his mind could come up with - anything to get rid of that boner without having to get up and run to the plane's bathroom to release himself.

i mean, if they had put him in the corridor he gladly would, but of course he got the seat by the window. of course he had you and one of his crew members seated beside him. of course he had to get hard just when everyone was asleep around him.

his loosen sweatpants suddenly didn't feel so comfortable. he felt restrained, lower lip between his teeth as every time he tried to move some sort of friction happened and it just felt so good. but gosh, he couldn't moan - he wanted to, but he couldn't.

checking his phone, yixing's eyes went wide when he saw there was still three hours of flight to go. there was no way he could survive that.

'so this is how i die, because i couldn't handle a freaking boner', his dramatic ass thought.

suddenly, among what sounded like a groan he was trying to hold back, yixing felt a hand on his thigh. 'great, now i'm going nuts too'.

long fingers tugged on his sweatpants, letting him know that no, he wasn't imagining that. so yixing looked down, seeing a hand spread against his right thigh. he gazed at the hand, then the wrist, arm, until he met your eyes on him.

you looked at him like nothing was happening - and maybe you were just pretending that nothing was actually happening.

"babe!", yixing faked a smile. "you scared me. i thought you were asleep."

"how can i sleep when you keep moving all the time beside me?"

"guilty. i'm sorry, i just can't sleep. i'll be quiet though!"

you sighed, sitting a bit closer to your boyfriend, resting your head on yixing's shoulder.

"if you don't do something about that boner right now, i might as well take care of it for you, yixing", you whispered against yixing's ear.

he shivered, grabbing your hand and moving it away from his thigh.

"i don't know what you're talking about."

"yeah, like i'm blind or something", you rolled your eyes.

you put his hand again on yixing's thigh, but now a little bit higher, just enough to brush your fingers where your boyfriend needed the most.

"i can't sleep because you keep moving around, so think about this as a favor i'm doing to myself then."

"y/n...", yixing protested as your fingers found their way to inside his pants. "stop!"

"make me."

yixing was ready to protest again when you wrapped your fingers around his boner, cold hand feeling amazing against his hot, soft skin. yixing bit his lip once again, holding back what would surely sound like the neediest moan he ever let out.

you started to stroke him then, going up to his tip and pressing it with your thumb, and then down to massage his base. yixing closed his eyes, mouth slightly open as he thrusted his hips up to meet your movements.

"you're so hard, love", you moaned in his ear. "would love to feel it against my lips... you must taste so good."

"baby...", yixing whispered. "baby, don't stop..."

while yixing was lost in pleasure, you made sure to look around the plane, hoping not to catch anyone's eyes on you two.

so once you knew everyone was indeed asleep, you started to stroke yixing's dick harder, making him grab his armrests for dear life. he moaned, and at the exact moment, you faked a cough to cover up the sound.

"don't stop... don't stop...", yixing mumbled.

you smirked then, thumb once again playing with yixing's tip and squeezing it, until you felt yixing's release all over you palm. you went back to stroking him, letting him ride his high as he wished.

the both of you stayed still for a moment, then - yixing catching his breath and feeling relaxed, you fighting back the urge to lick your palm in front of yixing.

"thank you... thank you so much."

you laughed, getting your hand out of his pants and wiping it off on its fabric - ugh, what a waste.

"try to get some rest now, okay?", you said and leaned in to kiss your boyfriend's cheek.

let's just say yixing did finally get some sleep for the rest of the flight.

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byunstation · 1 year

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exo

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xotaemintol · 10 months

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 20

Edging/Orgasm Control - Lay

!dom Lay

You kick your legs in protest, fists balled in the sheets as you yet again are stopped from reaching orgasm. You have lost count now of the number of times that Yixing has cut you off, and each time is more painful than the last.

“Yixing,” You whine, “Please… I give in.”

He smiles up at you from in between your thighs. His lips are glistening with your arousal after how long he has spent down there. You really hoped that admitting defeat would be enough for him, god, you are praying for it, as he lowers his head again, tongue connecting straight to your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry out, your fingers knotting in his hair as he begins to work you perfectly, “Please, more.”

Yixing moans into you as his hands hold your thighs steady, your body so desperately wanting to move. The pleasure is overwhelming, uncomfortable, burning as your peak ascends once more so quickly. You are close, closer than before, and the involuntary muscle twitches give that away for you, no matter how hard you try to hide it, hoping that Yixing won’t notice and you can get there before he stops.

Though of course he does, as soon as it starts to feel too good, and you feel as if you are mere milliseconds away from release, he pulls away and glares at you with a warning to obey.

“But,” You protest, “Come on, ge, I’ve been so good.”

Yixing kisses up your body slowly until he reaches your face. He is tender in the way that he cups your cheek with one hand and leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips. He uses his other hand to support him up, but you try your hardest to pull him down, you really are a desperate mess at this point.

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, “You have been so good to me, I know, it really hurts doesn’t it?”

He laughs as you attempt to grind up into him, feeling his cock as he lets his body rest on yours a little. He knows exactly what he is doing, he has himself positioned in just the right place so that when you flex your hips, he hits the bundle of nerves that he just teased to almost oblivion with his mouth just before.

“Really hurts,” You whimper, “I need you, I need you to make me cum, please?”

You are close to tears now, as Yixing tantalisingly grinds into you too, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, and at knowing that he has gotten you to this state. You really are so close to breaking, to tapping out and giving up, hell, you have already said it, but he knew that you had more in you.

“How many times have I stopped you?” He asks, “I stopped counting… but surely you know.”

It hurts you to even think right now, your mind is so clouded with the build up of release, but you attempt to obey him, mouthing out the numbers as you recall each one. Becoming so distracted as you count, that you don’t even notice as Yixing moves his hand to his cock and lines himself up with your hole, so wet and ready for him that it isn’t even a stretch as he moves his hips forward to begin to enter you.

“Eight,” You gasp, just as he thrusts in all the way, “Fuck, don’t stop again.”

The man has stamina, and god, are you grateful for it. He finds a steady rhythm so easily, and you take each thrust harder as if your life depended on it, because truly your sanity does depend on it now, needing release as if it were fucking oxygen.

“I think nine is perfect,” Yixing murmurs, his breathing is even, as if he weren’t performing at all, but he fucks so fucking good, “I think I’ll let you cum this time.”

You roll your eyes at him, with another broken moan as he grabs under your thigh to direct you to put your leg over his shoulder. He hits so much deeper like this and you are seeing stars, as each second it gets harder and harder to breathe, to resist, you are so close and you are slipping.

“Please, ge,” You stutter, “I’m— I…”

Yixing leans forward again, his sweat-beaded forehead pressed to yours as you will your tears away, body shaking with the force of the orgasm you are going to have, unable to hold back anymore.

“Cum for me,” He orders, “Now’s your chance.”

Words cannot begin to describe the feeling, the pleasure is so intense that you almost pass out. You release with force, pulsating as Yixing’s thrusts do not slow, pulling you through it with an ease that only he could possibly master. You become almost standstill, unable to move as your high lasts longer than you think it ever has, an orgasm so much better than you ever thought they could be.

You forget the pain of the edging that had been inflicted onto you for the last hour, instead only able to focus on this. His own release follows at some point after, though you barely even notice, in the state of fucked-outedness you have ended up in, it feels so good, and you are sure that you will sleep well tonight afterwards.

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minheeskitten · 5 months

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EXO Masterlist!

Nsfw blog! MDNI!

None yet!

#exo smut #xiumin smut #suho smut #lay smut #baekhyun smut #chanyeol smut #kyungsoo smut #kai smut #sehun smut

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htauwu · 5 months

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Abt me !

– call me raya !

– black !

– 21 !

– infp-t !

– ults exo, nct, shinee, and riize !

– any pronouns are welcome !

– mainly dark content !

– will write soft or cute fics ! just ask ^-^

Masterlist here ! nct content here ! riize content here !

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w4yvz · 2 years

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Oi, amg 👉👈 você pode escrever algo pro Yixing? O que vc quiser hihihi

biquíni | lay

avisos: sexo na piscina e sem proteção (usem camisinha ok), dirty talk, edging, creampie, degradação (puta), pet names (princesa e gatinha) e exibicionismo.

★ oi!! espero que vc goste anom <3 (o yixing na piscina me deu altos gatilhos mds que delícia)

“esse biquíni ficou lindo em você, pena que vou ter que tirar.” yixing diz em seu ouvido, te encurralando na borda da piscina. desamarrando a parte de cima da sua peça, ele libera seus seios imediatamente os agarrando, deixando marcas por toda sua pele. você geme baixo, por medo de algum vizinho ouvir vocês dois.

“ah, princesa, quando eu te fuder aposto que não vai ficar quietinha desse jeito.” as mãos do homem vão para a lateral da sua tanga, desamarrando-a e inserindo um dedo na sua buceta. segurando nos ombros largos do chinês, você se delicia com a sensação, mordendo seus lábios tentando ao máximo ficar quieta. yixing aumenta a velocidade dos dedos, te deixando perto de gozar e quando estava sentindo suas pernas bambearem, ele para com os movimentos.

“por favor, xing, eu tava tão perto.” manhosa, implora com uma carinha triste.

“você vai gozar no meu pau, gatinha.” deixando um beijo nos seus lábios, ele te vira de costas, abrindo um pouquinho suas pernas e inserindo o pau teso na sua entrada. começa devagar, segurando sua cintura e suspirando por sua buceta ainda estar tão apertada. sem conseguir mais se segurar, você geme após sentir o pau dele te esticando toda.

“eu disse que você não ia conseguir ficar quieta.” ele levanta seu tronco, colando suas costas no corpo bem trabalhado. “agora geme bem alto pra todo mundo saber que você é a minha putinha.” acelerando os movimentos, você faz exatamente o que ele diz, geme alto e manhoso, conseguindo apenas pedir para ir mais rápido.

“goza comigo, princesa.” com mais algumas estocadas, você finalmente chega ao seu orgasmo junto com yixing, que não tira o membro dentro da sua buceta.

“já tá cheia de porra ou quer mais um pouquinho?” gananciosa, pede por mais. “você é uma puta insaciável.”

#zhang yixing #lay zhang #exo lay #lay smut #yixing smut #exo smut #exo scenarios #lay scenarios #exo x reader #lay x reader #pt br #w4yvz #📬 asks

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lilyrennifer · 10 months

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Always feel free to request! 😁

Please click HERE before you do for more information! Thank you! 🥰

🐰 Suho

Nothing So Far

🐑 Lay

Nothing So Far

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Nothing So Far

🐤 Sehun

Nothing So Far

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cambion-companion · 4 months

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Knot

Alright, it was put in my head that devils knot when mating/having sex. So...had to write this little ficlet.

Raphael x f!reader/Tav | SMUT | 18+ only

Scorching tension, the aching coil of your muscles as they stretched and clenched to accommodate him. Your fingers sought purchase, something to tether you to reality as ecstasy rocked with every thrust.

“Raphael.” His name tasted like honey, burnt like whiskey upon your lips. Your tongue felt leaden as he claimed your mouth, swallowing your pleading as he claimed you.

Amidst the haze and the heat, you noticed what a mess you were making of the cambion’s lush bed. “The sheets…” You murmured, attempting to sit up and regain some semblance of control.

Your hair stirred in the rush of wind the sudden beat of his wings created, the leather appendages stretching wide as Raphael pushed you by the throat back against the mattress. “Are replaceable.” Raphael’s sharp claws dug against the tender flesh of your thigh as he dragged your body closer to him, drunk on the sensation of you so pliable and wet around him. He grinned down at you before a rumble of pleasure dragged from his throat. “So willing, little mouse.” He leaned over, the skin of his wings turning the ambient firelight into a red haze. “Take all of me.”

Your eyes widened, feeling the flush of heat and heady lust his words aroused. Your body became taught as a bowstring seconds before the kill, his name spilling from your panting mouth, sweet to the taste.

Raphael fought to keep composure, failing spectacularly, burying himself deep within you, his sinful orisons of pleasure echoing your own cries. You felt his seed spill, the painful heat of it overshadowed by the pleasure as your body drank him in.

Your skin stung and broke as Raphael’s teeth pierced where your shoulder and neck joined, marking you as his own outside as well as within. He continued rutting into you, stretching you as the infernal knot took hold. You whined and he silenced you with his fingers pushing into your mouth.

Hellfire eyes found yours, your foreheads pressed together in a semblance of twisted intimacy as you nearly choked on his long digits. “Good, little one. Take me.”

You wanted nothing more than to give in. To whatever end. Pain and pleasure mixed, your whines muffled around his fingers until he withdrew them only to replace the void with his lips and tongue. He was anchored inside, the languid thrusts of his hips sent spasms along your spine as Raphael pressed your legs down against your chest.

The two of you remained interlocked, twin flames made one, until Raphael was satisfied you’d been properly mated. When he finally withdrew, he dragged a single nail down your chest to your navel, pressing almost until he drew blood over your womb. His tail flicked against your side as he gave you a lazy, self-satisfied smile. “You’re the image of sin, my dear.” His palm flattened against your abdomen possessively. “Now, go clean yourself. I will join you shortly for a thorough examination of your progress.”

#raphael #bg3 #raphael x reader #smut #raphael fanfic #raphael x tav #raphael x you #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #raphael bg3 #drabble #ficlet #had to throw the tail and wings in there #also look at Tav in that gif #just laying there like a dry fish

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diejager · 4 months

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more eldritch:konig X his darling mermaid, please & thank you

Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.2

Pairing: Eldritch Horror!König x mermaid!reader

Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, breeding kink, protective König, hunting, oviposition, tentacles, eggpreg, stomach bulge, forced breeding, forced pregnancy, possessive behaviour, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.6k

You hadn’t seen the sun in a while, neither had you gone hunting, nor seen your parents. You missed the freedom you had, swimming and racing the others mers your age through the coral reefs, that mundane, but fun activity you did once in a while when everyone gathered at the same spot.

“Please, König, I just want to lay in the sun!”

“Nein, the outside world is dangerous, Schatz, ” his tone seemed apologetic, eyes cast down, avoiding your tearful eyes that gleamed beautifully from the bioluminescent plants, “I cannot.”

That was what he always told you, his words repeated on themselves, overlapping in your mind without holding much intent of substance to it. Why would it when all he told you was no? His excuses were getting old, they rarely changed over the few months he kept you in his cave, the little haven you grew to love now became a prison, a pretty cage to keep you locked away from the world you were born into. They always had an aspect in common: danger. He would say that it was too dangerous for you, that there were horrors living around his cave and wandering too closely to the edge you found him, the precipice of light and darkness that he stalked you from. If it wasn’t that, he’d push strongly that you could be taken away from him, caught and eaten by another Eldritch Horror that didn’t have the same obsession and favorability for pretty things like you.

He slowly approached you, arms reaching out towards you to embrace you, his fingers finding the softness of your hips. Kneading the line between your skin and scales, thumb smoothing over your opalescent scales, the smooth surface of it that helped you swim as swiftly as you could. You were a quick, little mouse, able to outrun him if you put enough effort and intention in it to escape his limbs. You shuddered against him, looping your arms around him for comfort that he never kept from you, often reminding you that he loved you and that he would do anything for you —except give you back your freedom.

You sobbed, a heart-wrenching cry slipping out of your pout, your glossy lips pulled down while pearly tears floated upwards, the density of your tears weighing less than the heaviness in his cave, a closed-off ocean of horror he painted over with enthusiasm and comfort. He whispered sweet words to you, smaller tentacles slipping under his hood to cradle your face. They acted as individual fingers, holding your face as if they were hands holding your chin up, curling under your jaw and eyes with the smooth side of his limbs, keeping the suckers away from your pretty face. He touched you so gently, careful to never break your skin or dirty the angelic image he had of you in his sickened mind. He wrapped himself around you, his thicker limbs latching onto you with the intention of never letting go, curling and looping around one another. The messy bundles kept you stuck to him as you whined, crying out the frustration and sadness you felt throughout your situation.

“Hush, don’t cry, mein kleiner Schatzi,” he wiped away your tears, and collected them between the suckers of his arms, watching them gleam with an opalescent shine, much like those of black mollusc shells. They were a spectacle, a beautiful thing coming from his precious mate, “We can go out when it is safe, ja?”

You nodded your little head, closing your eyes and nuzzling against his broad chest, the softness of his scarred skin that easily moulded to fit your shape. It was strange how easily he changed to fit your liking, to answer to your whims despite your protest or your reluctance. You couldn’t hate him, you simply couldn’t after all the things he did for you and how well he cared for you. Perhaps you’d fallen for him, falling so deeply in this hole of unwilling darkness and strange affection —your naivety working against your betterment and with his mind, dark and wretched. Despite your wails and frustrations towards König, he was all you had, all you had known for the past months, so you sought comfort and safety from him, unknowingly falling into his plan.

You let him lead you away from the open entrance, down the wide gate of his - your - room to lay you down, unable to move from the confines of his many arms and the warmth he provided. König was warm, he’d always burned hot compared to the cold waters of the abyss, the swirling vacuum of freezing water that seemed to have no end and the surface that stayed cool despite bathing under the sun for half the day. You thrived on warmth, soaking it up to keep your metabolism going, to be able to function without crashing or slowing down, you needed it and you depended on König to keep you warm.

He pressed down on you, his broad figure looming over your smaller and fragile one, casting a dark shadow with his sole presence. He brushed your hair away, the tip of his tentacle tickling your ear as he murmured temptation, his wide palms leaving your hips to trail down the curve of your navel, teasing the dilated hole of your core, blinking and oozing out slick. He pressed a finger in, listening to you mewl and squirm in his tight hold, your tail twisting and turning before ultimately bucking into his palm when he slid a second one in. He watched your pretty lips part in a gasp, eyes rolling back in pleasure, your lashes fluttering so prettily for him. You felt him everywhere, he was inside of you and all around you, his many arms working as extensions of his presence, teasing you with his little suckers, pulling and biting at you.

“Let me ease your mind,” his mask rose over his nose, tentacles parting like curtains to kiss you. It was all teeth and aggression, his kiss turning into a sign of possession, marking you with his taste and scent. He didn’t have any lips, or lips similar to yours, they were flat, hidden by a moustache of tentacles, thinner and shorter than his other ones, “Help you relax.”

They easily slipped into your mouth as he pumped you, fingers curling into the softer part of your cunt. You mewled, rutting back, walls clamping down on his fingers, their thick and rough textures doing you in with the flick of your swollen nub once he coached it out of its protective sheath. He slipped the straps of your bra down your shoulder, letting the cup sag enough to show your pretty nipples, perky and glistening, tempting him to kiss and bite at them. In his rush, he snapped your bra from the middle by the girth of his tentacles, curling around your tits to knead and play with your little nubs, covering them with a sucker and he pulled, the ride closing around it and pulled. You clamped down on him, your slick sticking to his hand as you burst, eyes rolled back so far that all you could see was the white. König admired you, his eyes gleaming with glee at your climax, helping you ride it out with slow pumps of his fingers. He watched your pupils dilate, steadily coming down from your high with laboured breathing.

“You look so pretty like this,” he smiled under his hood, his eyes creasing in the low light. They roved over your face, over your hooded eyes and your parted mouth, down the slope of your neck and the swell of your breasts, and ending at your cunt, your labia closed around two digits, slick and throbbing. “You drive me crazy, Schatz.”

He was panting, his body riled up with how much his many limbs were swaying, latching onto you and hungrily climbing over you. He mumbled incoherent words, his pretty blues turning a bright red, a bloody crimson that made you feel apprehensive, fear and anxiety spiking in your mind despite the pleasurable buzz. You peered down when you felt something nudge your finger-filled cunt, looking at a particular-looking tentacle. It was harder and slick, the tip cylindrical-like with a long shaft and covered in veins, much like the ones on his arm, bulging and throbbing. You were oblivious to its use, confused about the different shape, but once it moved, the leaky head enthusiastically dipping into you, you panicked.

You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, the engorged head of his arm pushing into you, guided by a hand, pumping himself to spread the slick and pre that gathered around his cock. You keened, head thrown back when he bottomed out, the veiny girth of his cock throbbing inside of you. His cock rocked into you, pulling out until his tip lingered, and your labia stretched around his thick rod before he rammed in so suddenly. It rocked you as a whole, your smaller figure jerked back with every hard thrust, your cervix feeling the brutality of his strength and devotion. You screamed, writhing in his restrictive hold, cunt battered by a hard, leaky cock with a flared tip, bulbous and smooth.

“Scheiße, you’re tight,” he groaned out through gritted teeth, feeling your walls stretch as wide as you could to welcome him despite his size and girth, your pussy becoming wet and sloppy with the amount of slick you produced. You pulsed around him, still sensitive from your last orgasm, clit and nipples swollen and twitching under his tentacles. He could feel everything, jolts sent down his arms followed by a euphoric sensation that ran through his mind, leaving him pussydrunk, mumbling out praises, “Du fühlst dich so gut an. Scheiße – so süß, so nass.”

You felt like you would burst, ploughed open by König’s cock arm, warm wall milking and sucking him deeper, coaxing him to fill you up with him. Your lover’s pace grew frantic, snapping harshly and deeply as if to leave a lasting presence in your innermost part, to mould your pussy into the shape of his cock and his alone, rendering you impossible to be pleasured by the sheer size difference between him and others of his kind. With a few precisely, but sloppy thrusts, he had you gushing around him, back arching - as much as you could with his strong grip - pussy clamping down on him as he fucked you into the soft algae-covered surface. You blacked out, euphoria filling your hazy mind, slick dripping down the sides of your tail and your nerves were set alight with blinding fires, burning through you so strongly.

König swore lowly, his chest rumbling against yours, his cock throbbed and his arm stuttered, pace growing unsteady as the whole length of his arm pulsed with a load of cum. He gave one last thrust, roughly slamming into your gummy cervix, before a rush of cum shot out of his tip, flooding your womb with hot, white cum. It clung to the wall of your womb like glue, coating your cunt in the same adhesive and warm substance. He groaned, nuzzling his face in your bared neck, falling victim to his wandering mouth, biting and lapping at your shoulder and throat. His whole body shook, laboured breaths kissing your sensitive skin as something travelled through the length of his shaft, small bumps varying in size, from small pearls to big grapes, steadily moving towards the flared head of his cock.

You sobbed when the first egg struggled against the entrance of your womb, breaking through the firmness of your soft entrance. It pained you, the forced pop into your virginal womb that wasn’t made to take in, but push out. Your cries were shushed by König, his reassuring words mixed with his heavy breathing that did little to dampen the pain he put you through. The first egg dropped into your womb, sticking to the walls, and another quickly joined it, plopping down beside it, weighing heavily by every egg, adding to the heaviness inside of you.

“You’re doing so well,” he brushed away your tears, his thumb gently cradling your cheek, groaning and grunting at the rising eggs and his flared tip unravelling to latch onto your whole cervix, “Just a few more, ja? I am almost done.”

His “a few more” were more so dozens than anything, stuffing you until you bloated slightly. You were exhausted, limbs as heavy as your stomach did, eyes fluttering through your hazy sight, dancing on the edge of sleep and consciousness. Perhaps if you closed your eyes, falling asleep in this moment, you’d wake up from this as if it were a nasty dream, finding yourself in your little cave near the surface of the ocean. Perhaps this was all but a nightmare made up by your anxious and paranoid mind from all the stories you’ve heard from your parents and the elders. You were tired after all, sleeping wouldn’t be so bad to regain all the energy you wasted, and you hoped - that if this was your reality - that König would take care of you for doing this to you, for enrapturing you with all his madness and devotion.

You still missed the sun, the warm rays when you laid beneath it, just over a rock, but it was a far memory, further than you were willing to confess. You’d already grown used to his overbearing presence, his lingering eyes and wandering limbs, keeping one wrapped around your waists, your wrist or on your back, you’d gotten used to ignoring him and his dark eyes, bleeding into your world like the blood that stained the waters when he caught a live fish to feed you.

He fit you in his schedule, a routine he practised on a daily basis without a fault. You would wake up with a wail, coming all over his tentacle at least twice before he left you alone for the morning. He would go hunting after making sure that you were comfortable on your little perch, returning an hour or two afterwards with enough food for the whole day and a few shiny trinkets to try to appease your sorrowful heart. They were pretty, shimmering and glinting under the bioluminescent light, similar to the pretty pearls and seashells you would collect. Despite his intentions, it only reminded you of a life long gone, one that you unknowingly and willingly gave up when you took his hand that fateful day, condemning you to a life of darkness and solitude.

Then he’d spend the day with you, caring for your round stomach, rubbing soothing circles on your aching body, gently working the kinks and knots out of you. He provided for you, feeding you, soothing your pains, courting you with gifts and loved you with the entirety of his sickened heart. Your every need was taken care of, your hunger fulfilled, be it shark meat (a rarity for your kind of mermaid), squid or tuna, and your excitement satisfied with his cock, fingers, tentacles or mouth, eager to stuff you full despite your womb being grossly swollen with his progeny. He was fiercely protective, letting you out once in your month-long gestation, giving you the freedom to wander close to the ridge with a long arm wrapped around your waist. He never let you wander too far from him and never without a piece of him attached to you, clinging onto you as if you two were a singular entity —you probably were at this point, his thoughts and words echoing in your mind against your reluctance to accept him.

“Mein kleiner Schatzi,” he called, laying his head on your shoulder, his hood hanging over you. He forced you on his lap, snuggling up to you as he curled - loomed - over you while he shamelessly let his hands rove over your swollen stomach, feeling the grooves and bumps of his eggs, “You are very round. One more month and we will have little Satansbraten.” [Mischievous child]

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decantingstxrs · 2 years

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this is for u @colognedecigarette , junmyeon’s can be found here <3

send me a member + a prompt!!

#6: “use your tongue”

#16: “if you want to come you better beg”

#25: “get on your hands and knees, right now”

"you. get on your hands and knees, right now.” yixing orders. you nod, assuming the position on the bed.

“and you. strip and get in front of her.” minseok nods. he takes his shirt and boxers off and walks over to you. he’s tugging himself to full hardness and stops when his cock is right in front of your mouth.

“suck him off till he comes. use your tongue.”

it’s so fucking hot seeing yixing giving orders like this. usually minseok’s the one giving you and him the orders, but thanks to coercion from you, he handed over the reigns.

your tongue works its magic on minseok’s cock. it’s not long till he’s ready to cum.

“fuck, i’m so close.”

“ah, ah, ah. if you want to come, you better beg.” yixing says. “beg her to let you come in her mouth.”

minseok whines and thrusts in your mouth. “please, baby, let me cum in your pretty mouth.” you hum, working him more till he spills in your mouth.

“good girl, now it’s your turn.”

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jongbross · 6 months

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Hii dear 🥰 I missed reading you but I’m back, also, I saw it’s hard hours now 👀

Oh listen, I don’t need anything else but Yixing… imagine his pretty fingers trailing on your skin, so gentle, then you whine for more, so he obeys and gives you the best orgasm ever

I just want to treat him right, give him attention and so much love 🥺 but, on the other hand, I want to make him feel good in that way too… And yes, I agree with you, he loves receiving but he also loves giving, he’s such a sweetheart <3

- Lay anon

hii! i missed you too <3

yixing would live to have you whining for him, the idea of just his slightest touch getting you like that would amaze him.

he's the best boy 🥹 <3

#exo hard hours #lay smut #yixing smut #zhang yixing smut #exo smut

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sunsetsimon · 6 months

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boyfriend simon nsfw cont..

simon 'ghost' riley x reader nsfw

okay the first part did okay so here’s what i cut off :) enjoy - sun

nsfw under the cut! mdni

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☼ at first, simon honestly had zero sex drive. he’s been through so much trauma around it, so it rarely crosses his mind. but once you and him become sexually active, he’s ready to go all the time. almost like a horny teenager, every time you cuddle for a while you’ll feel his cock hardening and twitching in his pants before he pulls away, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. he’ll need you to initiate at first, letting him know it’s okay and that you want him too.

☼ he thinks it’s so fun to tease you, dragging out the foreplay for ages until he decides to show mercy. he’ll kiss every inch of your body, caressing you with his rough hands, a hum escaping your lips. and when he finally feels ready to fuck you, he’ll drag it out even longer for his own torture, forcing you to wait with him. he pushes into you slowly, your pussy coating him easily, stretching more with each inch inserted.

he shivers, pushing deeper until his tip kisses your cervix, and then he stops… unmoving again as he leans down to kiss your neck and chest, ignoring the way you desperately try to move your hips on his for more friction. “si please.. ‘need you so bad,” you whine, shaking your hips to try and loosen his grip on your hips.

“shh.. just wanna feel you for a minute, lovie.”

☼ eating you out becomes a non-negotiable every time too. he won't fuck you until he's given you at least one orgasm with his tongue. simon loves when you ride his face. his arms will hook around your thighs, holding you against his mouth as he devours you completely, moaning at your taste. he loves when you get so desperate to finish, grinding your swollen clit down against his wet muscle, crying out as you finally cum. he doesn’t even notice his own hips bucking against nothing, so turned on by you that he can barely think straight. he laps up every drop from your little hole, pushing his tongue in to taste even more, as if he’d never get the chance again.

☼ sometimes he can get rough, loving to completely dominate you. his hands squeeze your hips hard, nails leaving red crescent indents in your soft skin. "fucking slut.. you're so tight," he hisses, dipping his head into your neck to bite the skin of your shoulder.

your thoughts are spiraling, unable to think straight with the pain and pleasure mixing. his name falls from your lips like a chant as you cum, leg muscles flexing so hard they almost cramp. simon fucks you expertly, desperate to reach his own release. your gummy walls squeeze around him, enveloping him in hot, wet pleasure. “gonna cum baby,” he breathes, milking his last thrusts to not finish inside, “where do you want me?”

☼ has a massive breeding kink after you let him cum inside. the first time is random, completely impulsive but you’re so wrapped up in pleasure that you just need this. “cum inside me… please, i need it,” you beg, dragging him out of his focus, his dark eyes staring down at you, your face shoved into the pillow, ass up in the air.

his huge hand makes impact with your fat ass cheek, slapping it hard before squeezing it, pulling it apart to watch his cock side in and out of your pussy. “fuckin’ you aint enough, huh? you just need me to fill you up? make you have my fuckin’ babies?” he asks roughly, spanking you again. he doesn’t even listen for your answer, completely pussydrunk and needing to fulfill your request.

simon moans your name, pulling you back against him as he releases, hot cum coating your insides in multiple spurts, his orgasm dragging. he holds you there, making you to soak up every drop he can give.

☼ can attempt to be submissive but fails every time because he gets so impatient he cant help but grab your hips and fuck your cunt hard and fast, easily working an orgasm out of you. he gets so needy, feeling so uncomfortable until he's back in your squishy pussy, filling you up with his seed over and over until you cum all around his cock. sometimes he feels a little guilty for not allowing you to have your moment, but he knows you love it anyways.

#i keep writing while laying in bed im sorry if its bad #its 11pm i had a bad day and i dont feel good so #.wbm #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod x reader #smut

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