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sickstag · 3 days
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Fuck I’ve never wanted to just mindlessly rut my dick into something so badly. Some stupid mutts warm wet mouth would be fucking perfect.
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hauntedfemme · 6 months
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what’s a girl gotta do to get tied to a fucking machine and overstimulated around here
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cigarettescraps · 8 months
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Praise your doms too. I wanna hear how good I made you feel fucking that pretty pussy of yours
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cockhungrycatboy · 2 months
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i am such a slut ive been fantasizing about girlcock for like 20 minutes. literally just laying here with my eyes closed
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sinn-bee · 4 months
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Sketch dump of an au that’s taken over my mind ٩( 'ω' )و
SY and LQG as dragons and Binghe as the very overwhelmed by how small he suddenly is third person in their weird relationship
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This is very self indulgent and pushes my Bingliushen monsterfuckers, size difference, and bottom Binghe agenda 🎉
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uhlunaro · 10 months
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SEEING STARS
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leon kennedy x afab!reader | 700 words
everyone says they want leon to choke them with his biceps. i actually wrote it. you’re very welcome.
warnings: 18+ (choking, breath play, fingering, rough sex, praise kink, dom!leon)
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A few days ago, you divulged your love for Leon’s arms, and it might’ve been the best decision you ever made.
He’s got you pinned against him, back to chest, feet balanced atop the muscle of his thighs. Spread wide open, bare and exposed, helpless in the way he traps your throat between bicep and forearm.
“This what you had in mind?” he asks, circles a wet finger over your clit, a ghosting touch that leaves your hips canting upward. Almost frantic, a silent pleading, but he traps you steadfast.
You’re a little light-headed, blistered beneath the skin, needy and fidgeting. Maybe you want him to hold you still, to fit you tight against him, to fight against your struggle—something carnal deep down that gets off on his strength, the power you know he can wield over you.
The button of his jeans digs into the curve of your ass, and you’re desperate to grind against him. You clench around nothing and the emptiness gnaws at the base of your spine, horrific in its yearning.
“Leon, come on—“
He wishes to tease tonight, but he isn’t heartless. Proven when he heeds your begging and slides two thick fingers into you, slicked up, lewd in sound. He squeezes tighter around your throat, presses a kiss to the top of your head, and curls hard against sensitive nerves. Over and over again in perfect rhythm.
“Like this?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. When you squeeze tight around him, stretch a hand over his forearm, whine low in your throat. “More?”
“Please.”
Your vision begins to speckle and fizz, and pleasure coils blinding hot in the pit of your stomach. At his mercy, desperate for anything he’ll give you—the helplessness breaks you apart, soaks you between the legs. The sound of his pumping fingers is filthy and slick, and your cunt sucks him in. Begs more than your mouth ever could.
“There you go,” he says, half-groan half-soothe. Makes room for the fingers you circle over your clit. A delicious overstimulation that tenses your thighs and leaves you arching your back against him. “There you go, baby.”
You meet each thrust of his fingers with a tilt of your hips, exhale a stuttering moan when he begins to grind the bulge of his cock against the curve of your ass. When he pulls you hard against his chest and whispers a string of praise into your ear.
So good for me.
So tight.
Feel that? Feel what you do to me?
Look how pretty you are.
You cum with a pitiful squeak, and he squeezes tighter around your throat, and you wish to die exactly like this: ruined and choking and deprived in a way that still feels like he gives you everything you need. Only him, though. God, only him.
“Up,” he says, tone jagged at the edges.
You’re still wracked with aftershocks, but his breath has turned heavy and low and you know what comes next. Pray that you’re right.
When you rise off of him and hear the zipper of his pants, you almost collapse. Knees weaken further—yes, god, yes yes—
The head of his cock slides over the sensitive swell of your clit, smears precum over hot flesh, and you fight to regain your bearings. Your ears ring, a muffled cotton fill that quiets his groan when you sink down onto him. A hand finds your hip, keeps you still while the other arm fits your neck inside its bend.
You could die like this. Happy. Content. Sated. Bless this man and his willingness to indulge.
He steals your breath and fucks up into you and steals your breath even more. Muscular hips pound against your ass, and he sighs and moans and whines into your ear, and all you can do is sit and take it and fuck you’ve never loved anything or anybody more in your entire life.
You reach for his hand, desperate in your longing, and he laces your fingers together over the swell of your hip. A bit of tenderness, an I love you amidst the rough treatment—a treatment you begged for.
He gives a wet kiss to the curve of your cheek and god, you love him, too.
Might love his arms the most.
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heliostick · 4 months
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Werewolf boyfriend, one that acts tough and puts up a front in public, protective and possesive when people are around but once you're in the bedroom? He's the most pathetic, whiny puppy for you. He worships you, literally at your feet nudging his muzzle into your crotch trying to get a taste of you, pretending like he's not humping your leg because he's trying to be your good boy. Even letting you put a collar on him, because he's just a puppy that can't control himself.
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femmesrise · 3 months
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calling someone whose a virgin or inexperienced a perv during sex while you encourage them to do more and more depraved things with you......
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bunbun-moon · 7 months
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Want daddy's friends to stuff their fingers in my pussy so they know how wet and desperate daddy makes me.
Want them to watch as I cum helplessly on daddy's cock, face burning with humiliation
Want daddy's friends to stuff my sensitive pussy with their cocks and fill me up with cum until it dribbles down my thighs.
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sickstag · 5 days
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gone on a posting spree but I love those dildos that pump an insane amount of cum into whatever pathetic little bottom is using it
Like, they’ll pull it out after it’s filled their tummy with sticky faux cum and it’ll keep spurting over their ass, so fucking cute. I’d shove a plug up there to make sure they stay nice and full
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hauntedfemme · 11 months
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kind of a shame i don’t have a pretty girl overstimulated and begging for my touch rn
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cockhungrycatboy · 7 months
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fuck me while im sleeping so i wake up with your cock pounding into me and involuntarily making the dirtiest fucking noises until you cum inside me
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t4tschmidt · 5 months
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hey!! could we get a one shot abt submissive and sensitive mike :) not really any specifics maybe just like pet names and whines and stuff
YOU KNOW WHATS UP that man is a huge whimperer godbless 🙏🙏🙏
cws; sub!mike, gn reader with slight dom, lots of petnames and whining, oral/handjob, swallowing
Mike has definitely been more of a giver then a receiver so far. You assumed that’s just naturally what gets him off the most and you trust that if he wanted something from you he’d ask. However you can clearly tell he’s been hot and bothered all day. He kept shifting around in his jeans when you came over at lunch and when you came up behind him while he was doing the dishes his whole body tensed and he was biting his lip holding back any reaction to the tiny amount of friction you provided him.
A couple hours had passed and now you and him had the house to yourselves as Abby was at a sleepover with one of her school friends. The two of you decided to watch a movie but every innocent touch to his knee or leaning your head against his shoulder nearly made him flinch.
Around the middle of the movie you started to get bored with the plot and instead decided to give in to what you were thinking about all day, placing your hand on his knee and sliding it up to rub his thigh.
You weren’t looking but Mike’s eyes widened, he immediately shifted his hips to try and hide that the tiniest of touches made his cock throb in his pants. You kept rubbing a couple more times getting closer and closer to his waistband when you finally decided to look over.
He already seemed like a mess, lip being worked between his teeth and his eyes wide.
“Do you wanna……?”
“It’s just the two of us tonight, we can do whatever we’d like,” you smiled an innocent smile at him admiring how his cheeks were already red at the thought of that freedom.
He immediately slid his hands around your waist and squeezed the way you liked it, pressing up to kiss you with intensity. You reciprocated immediately and he began to lower you backwards on the couch so he could lie between your legs but you detached your arms from around his back and stopped yourself before you were fully laying down.
“I was thinking we could do something different tonight, baby?”
“I’m listening,” he responded, his eyes focused on how your lips got all pretty and flushed when the two of you made out.
You reached your hand out to his chest and gently pushed him back to where he was originally sitting, sliding from the couch to the floor and sitting on your knees between his legs. “You always give to me and you’re always focused on my pleasure and if I get to cum but you haven’t let me take care of you, my pretty boy?”
His whole cheeks were flushed a visible red that you didn’t see often unless you brought out the petnames. His mouth was agape and he stammered, clearly loosing a little more control as you rubbed your head against the inside of his knee.
“I-um, we could definitely, ah-“ he couldn’t focus with you looking so pretty between his thighs.
“I need a yes or a no baby, if it makes you nervous we can stop whenever you’d like.”
“Yes. Yes.” The first yes came out desperate, and he looked embarrassed with himself for how quickly it tumbled out of his mouth.
He was incredibly worked up and you hadn’t even touched him yet, his thin pyjama pants showed the outline of his quickly hardening length. You properly palmed it through the fabric, smiling as he strained harder and harder against the thin fabric. You only teased him through the fabric a little before pulling his pants down enough for his whole cock to spring out.
He’d been controlling himself so well today and you think he deserved a little reward for that. You wrapped your hand around his length which had already begun to drip precum down the shaft and gave it a single pump before you heard a loud low whine from above you.
It took you by surprise because Mike was never that vocal in bed, preferring to focus on you and stay quiet. He must have known that too because he slapped his hand over his mouth immediately, avoiding your gaze.
You knew you’d just uncovered something though and you’d use it to your full advantage. You gave it a couple more pumps and coated his cock in his own shiny slick and a couple whimpers leaked out of his mouth. Sweet little sounds that rolled off his tongue that you’d never heard before.
“Get that hand off your mouth baby, I wanna hear you loud and clear.”
As his hand slipped away from his mouth at your command his head tilted fully back, panting and whinining desperately trying not to buck into your hand. Watching his mouth open all you wanted to do was stick your fingers in, making him suck them under you and really feel for those pretty sounds.
Your thrusts got wetter and sloppier, squeezing his cock while his noises got louder and louder until the room was filled with the wet slap of your hand on his dick and his loud moans.
“Mmmf. Baby-Mmm!-B-Baby, fuck, hnng,.,mmhnngf……”
Occasionally a couple swears slip out of his mouth which go straight to your own crotch. You had half the mind to stick your hand down your own pants but this was focused on Mike tonight.
He starts to let loose and desperately buck into your hand, jacking himself off with your fist and moaning your name.
He’s clearly getting close by the way his thighs are flexing and his low little whimpers have turned into full on begs and whines for more.
“God, hnng, fuck my god, w-what are you doing? H-Hey, why’d you-Mmmf!” You let your hand slip away, precum absolutely soaking your entire palm and sticking to it in thin strands when you pulled away. He protested, panting and drooling and finally looking down at you.
You made clear eye contact with him, repositioning yourself and sticking out your tongue to lick a long slow stripe from his base to tip. His moan nearly turned into a scream and you were basking in how absolutely vocal he was being.
You swirled the tip in your mouth, taking more in your mouth at an incredibly tantalizing pace when he gripped your shoulder hard and with half of it in your mouth you sucked.
“B-Baby, ah ah ah! I’m, f-fuck, I’m gonna-“
Yelling your name he grabbed your shoulder so hard you thought it might bruise, desperately forcing himself not to grab your head and buck until his tip hit the back of your throat.
Warmth spilled straight into your mouth, hot thick wet loads coating the inside of your mouth and making yourself swallow them. His cum was thick and there was a lot of it, it dripped down your chin and you lapped at the head trying to catch as much of it as you could.
His eyes were closed and he was panting hard. It took him a moment to realize what he’d done and his eyes immediately went wide, loosening his grip on your shoulder and using his other hand to cup your cheek.
“Shit, honey, I’m so sorry! I should’ve warned you that I was close. Are you okay? Do you want me to get a towel—“
You gently grabbed the hand that was cradling your face, looking straight up at him again. “Calm down Mike, that was really hot and it was nice to see you let loose a little,” you got off your knees, sliding back up onto the couch and moving his face with you. You leaned in close to his ear. “Plus I didn’t know you were such a screamer~”
He groaned in embarrassment, covering his face with his elbows and pulling his softening cock back into his pants. “I’ll totally get you back for that, babe.”
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uhlunaro · 11 months
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For smut week I know we all love the mind blowing leg shaking stuff but I feel like Leon’s the type of guy to do some goofy shit. Imagine reader and Leon just annoying each other or doing something stupid while doing the do because they love each other so much. I have this vivid image of like. Lazy morning sex and Leon reaches over to get a sip of coffee while literally pounding away and then he gets yelled at by reader because that’s NOT what you do! God he is so fucking stupid I love him
this made my heart explode so i just wrote down a bunch of moments instead of one single ficlet. (ive had this in my drafts for a week its time to release him)
18+ only
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I.
The hazy warmth of sleep blankets you, and Leon’s already handsy. He slips fingers beneath your shirt, trails them over the curve of your belly, teases the line of your sleep shorts. Yes. Yes, please.
You’re cognizant enough to reach for the lube on the nightstand. He’s leaving this morning, won’t be back for weeks—gotta skip a few steps. 
He fucks you like he’ll miss you. Rolls you onto your stomach, spreads the cheeks of your ass, and slides in. Slick and tight and—
His cellphone rings. You twist your head to glare at him, a silent threat in the narrowing of your eyes. Do not. Do not, Leon—
“Kennedy speaking.”
You stuff your face into the pillow when he sharpens his thrusts, curls a hand around your hip to keep you still. The voice on the line comes through muffled and low, but you can’t make out any words. Trying too hard to keep quiet, and this seems a game to him. How far can he go, how good can he fuck you before you crack. 
“Right. Right… of course, sir.”
Heat coils in your gut, quickens your breath, and the position of your body and his hips force him right up against sensitive nerves. Fuck. Fuck, he’s got you right where he wants you. 
“Yes. I’ll be there.”
You whine into the pillow, chew on the fabric to silence your noises, until he says goodbye and slides both hands up to your shoulder blades, pressing you into the bed.
“Sorry about that.” Only now does he allow his voice to shake, his breathing to heavy. “A change of plans.”
You can barely focus with his hips slapping against your ass, the noisy glide of his cock making you clench around him. Can barely rub two braincells together, being fucked like this. “Fuck—what was it?”
“You get to keep me another day, I’m afraid.”
That pulls a laugh from you, and he digs his face into your shoulder, curls a hand around your waist, presses a kiss to the pulse of your neck.
“God, how horrible.”
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Set the scene: he’s bent you over the kitchen island, ten minutes in from a date. Has you stripped from the waist down, hips pressed up against the lip of the counter, pounds you until your body jolts.
You spot the takeout cup filled halfway with your post-dinner milkshake. You’re thirsty from all the moaning, and it’s probably melting. Why wouldn’t you reach for it? Take a little sip?
But he acts like you’ve committed a crime. Stops in his tracks, bottoms out inside you and says, “What are you doing?”
“I’m thirsty.”
“You’re gonna cut your mouth on the straw.”
“Then go slower.” You glance back at him, lips bitten between your teeth to keep a smile at bay, and the purse of his lips ruins the effect of his glare. “Want some?”
He exhales a sigh but takes the cup anyway, and you turn back around to balance against the countertop when his thrusts continue, deep and heavy and slick, and you reach between your legs to caress and massage and stroke—so close—a little more—
He slurps through the straw, and you think he’ll stop once he realizes, but he doesn’t. He keeps going, and you lose focus, the edge of your orgasm.
“Leon.”
“What?”
“Can you stop?” You turn to glare at him, and he hands your milkshake back to you. Completely empty. “Seriously?”
“You distracted me,” he says, a little breathless, red-faced, and you can’t stay mad at him. Not when he slips a hand between your legs and leans forward to suckle a spot on your shoulder, mouth ice cold from the milkshake. “I’ll make it up to you.”
III.
“Leon! Stop tickling my feet!”
“I can’t help it. They’re right here.”
Oh, yeah. What a fantastic idea. Reverse cowgirl, a new position, a kindness from you to give him a good view. And he’s gone and ruined it.
He runs his fingertips down your sole yet again and you cackle, kick him awkwardly in the side. On accident, you swear.
“Leon—“ you move to slide off his length, and he grips tight to your waist. Panicked.
“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”
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You’ve a mouth stuffed full with his dick, and all he cares about is the fucking movie playing on the television. You’ve seen it before—it’s not even good, but for some reason he’s been enraptured. 
You manage to draw his attention back for a few minutes, and just when he starts getting into it—pretty noises, face darkening with blush, thighs tensing—he’ll glance back up. Pat you on the shoulder. Say, “Wait, this part looks good.”
Unintentionally edging himself, and it would be hilarious if your jaw wasn’t aching at this point.
Halfway through the movie, you decide to give up and get off your sore knees. You join him on the couch, and he doesn’t even notice. Gives you little more than a short glance and a smile.
But he makes it up to you once the credits begin to roll.
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heliostick · 7 months
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Monster boyfriend who's in heat, he fucks you so rough, his nails clawing at you and his sharp teeth sink into your skin. Only after he fills you up and calms down he notices how rough he was and he apologizes profusely whilst licking up the blood and cum on your body whilst praising you and comforting you.
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transbunnyboi · 1 month
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I want a toy with a knot on it so bad you guys don't even know. I'm so close to buying one and whining about it on here while it's stuffed up my boycunt
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