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yanderestarangel · 2 months

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tw: brain rot, self indulgent, ftm reader, porn plot, soft!dom bi han, fingering, squirting, praise, slight degradation.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪

Bi Han as your grandmaster and secretly making you his lover in his office ─ he would tease you the entire lin kuei training pretending to be correcting your moves but only leaning close enough to your ear and telling you that he missed you that his cock was it hurt so hard just to see you that day, that he needed you and how he could fuck you in the middle of everyone to show that you were just a submissive puppy for him ─ he was going to fuck you aggressively, make you beg him to stop fucking you, call you a weak and dumb boy while he fucked your sensitive cum-filled pussy looking straight into your face, but you knew that deep down he would kill or die for you even if you never vocally left his mouth.

You felt your legs were already shaking with little stimulation, but everything got worse when the older man pressed his cold erection against your ass and rubbed it lightly and then he walks away like he didn't make you needy enough for him.

He would dismiss all the ninjas, quickly placing you in his office and holding you on his lap, placing kisses on your skin and leaving hickeys that would fade like beautiful flowers ─ He would take your pants down to your knees, holding your thighs wide open as he made you relax against his chest. He slipped a finger under the edge of your panties, feeling your pussy lips part for him.

"Good boy," he praised, pulling his finger back and releasing your pants. "Keep them down for me. I want to see how wet you get, you can do this ─ I know you can."

Bi Han's eyes widened at the sight of your wet pussy, his cock twitching in response. He couldn't help but smirk, pleased with your submission. He reached out, gently touching your folds through your panties, feeling how slick and ready you were for him.

"Such a beautiful and sensitive boy, you’re such a needy slut aren’t you?" He murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. He knew how you loved being praised, being touched and cared for by him; he called you his slut, which was such a good compliment for you ─ You were his slut. Just his.

He couldn't help but smirk at your reaction, loving the way your pussy clenched around his fingers. He could hear the sweet and slutty moans you made, and it only fueled his desire for you. He continued to finger you, his movements slow and deliberate. The icy killer wanted to draw out your pleasure, to make you beg for release ─ He loved the way your body reacted to him, how you squirmed and whimpered under his touch.

"You're such a good boy, letting me play with you like this,"

You clutched his arm, moaning his name as your thighs ached and your muscles threatened to make your thighs close involuntarily, even though you wanted to remain a good boy for your grandmaster ─ Bi Han, on the other hand, noticed your effort and brushed your clit with his thumb, eliciting another loud moan from you, seeing you arch your back.

"You want it little prince... Just let go, come for me. Let that beautiful pussy make a mess on my fingers."

Then... It finally came, you felt the uncontrollable sensation that turned off your brain, making you roll your eyes back and moan his name like a mantra ─ Your pussy milked his fingers as you squirted all over his fingers, hand and forearm, he saw you tremble and whimper again apologizing for the mess in his office but your secret lover just gave you a kiss on the cheek while keeping his fingers inside your tight hole.

"Don't worry about anything baby boy, I'm here for you... Just keep rubbing that pussy against my fingers. I want to make you squirt beautifully like that again."

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖⊹˖ ꒰ঌ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪

I need this man to fuck me so bad...

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coryosbaby · 9 months

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Eyes on Fire

Fandom: “Scream Vi”

Pairing: Vampire! Ethan Landry x reader, werewolf! Chad Meeks Martin x reader

Summary: You’re like their own personal brand of heroin, in each way they want you.

Warning: dark themes , extreme blood play, wound fucking?? Oops, nsfw . Threesome, anal, double penetration

Chad and Ethan can be aggressive, sometimes.

It’s always been apparent in your relationship, and it’s most definitely apparent now as Ethan’s fangs scrape against your neck and Chad’s rut consumes your senses. Being in a threeway relationship with a werewolf and vampire can be a bit much, but it certainly isn’t boring; they’re both using you by holding you between each of their bodies with their abnormal strength, after all.

It should be an uncomfortable position, but it isn’t. The pleasure consumes you as Ethan fucks your pussy and Chad fucks your ass on the other side. Your body is hovering above the carpet of your three’s shared bedroom, clenching down as the prominent sound of skin hitting skin echoes. You whine when Ethan bites down harshly on your jugular.

“Like that?” Ethan growls. “Getting used like a little blood whore?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice comes out in a rough squeak, and when the brunette begins to suckle from the bloody wound you cry out. Everytime he feeds from you, it’s like an orgasm in and of itself.

“Good.” Chad finishes. “Little ass is so tight- oh my god..”

His nose goes into your hair, takes in your scent and your wetness below. His eyes glow a deep golden, his resolve breaking from his rut. When he gets like this, he’ll take it out on Ethan, you, or both at the same time. The usually sweet and gentle boy becomes inhuman, and in the best way possible.

He wraps his arm around your neck, practically puts you into a headlock as he splits your ass open. And Ethan, on your other side, matches his pace with ferocity; the myth that vampires and werewolves can’t work together is completely heinous.

“Take Chad’s dick, you dirty bitch. Yeah, that’s it..”

Ethan’s voice is rough, sharp bloody canines running over his lips as he forces you to open your mouth wide. He spits inside harshly, the feeling of your metallic blood and his saliva mixing on your tongue. Your eyes roll back, breath catching, and when Ethan looks into your eyes you know that his captivating is overtaking you.

When he does this, it’s hard for you to concentrate. His eyes will lock you in, and you’ll be able to do anything he asks. He does it with your consent, of course. Only during times like these.

“Good baby,” Ethan coos. His thumb rubs over Chad’s knuckles as the other boy grins into your neck. Your pussy is clenching harshly around Ethan as his low voice whispers harsh and teasing in your ear. “Why don’t you cum?”

It’s immediate, his command flicking a switch in your brain and your cunt, and with a shallow scream you’re squirming around both of their cocks as your first orgasm of the night washes over you. Your clit isn’t even stimulated, but it seems to release sticky wet juices all over your swollen lips and drip down Ethan’s cock. He smiles, that crooked, sadistic smile, and when Chad suggests that they bring you to the bed, how could either possibly say no? So with an easy amount of strength, the both boys are moving you over to the bed and throwing you down onto the soft mattress below. You cry out, the feeling of the emptiness in your holes making you frown as their cocks slide out of you.

“We know, sweetheart.” Ethan coos. He crawls over your beautiful nude body, fangs ghosting along your spine. You shiver.

“Please..” your voice is a mere whisper. The urge to be drained for Ethan’s pleasure is so incredibly prominent that it makes your legs shake. The boy laughs, moving over to your side so Chad can take his place instead and shove himself into you again. You sob, his cock stretching your puckered hole even more than before.

“Dirty bitch is sucking me in,” Chad groans. “Tight little ass is just begging to get creamed.”

“Jesus, I know. Look at that…”

Ethan’s sitting up on his knees now, and he brings your right cheek into his palm to spread you apart more. Your stretched asshole is exposed to him, used and abused as it gets pounded by Chad’s gigantic length. Your eyes roll back.

And then once again, Ethan’s fangs are scraping over your skin; your right cheek, right next to where you’re being impaled. His teeth sink into the soft muscle, and the sound you let out is so incredibly loud that you’re sure the neighbors can hear.

Blood begins to gush out of the wound, two bite marks apparent on your skin. Chad looks down, and the sight of the blood there makes his eyes roll back.

“Give me that shit,” he mutters gruffly. “Let me lube her up with it.”

It’s not an odd request for either you nor Ethan; with feeding and being a vampire, blood play has to be involved. And so Ethan pulls away from your vessel with a pop and begins to run two bloodied fingers over Chad’s moving cock. It’s not a lot at first, but the more the hot red liquid spills out of you the more lubricant you get. And when Ethan pulls his mouth back down and begins groaning into the bite marks again, he pulls away with a mouth full of spit and delicious metallic blood.

Drunk off of you getting impaled, he spits down onto your clenched hole and watches as Chad’s cock mops it up for him. Blood runs down his neck and chest, abs clenched tight and cock red. He grabs it in his fist and presses it against your mark. It makes a sting begin there, but it isn’t unpleasant, and as he rubs his tip against your gaping wound a low heat begins. He begins to hump against the bloody mess, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he watches you drip blood all over his girthy dick.

“Eth… what’r you doing?” You slur, confused. Chad’s eyes are only fixated on the sight in front of him, pummeling you still.

Ethan scoffs, slapping his tip against you. “What do you think?”

His carelessness makes you mewl. The bite mark hurts now, but it hurts in the best way. If anyone could see you right now, they’d confuse you for a werewolf omega in heat. As Chad watches you, he wonders why god didn’t make you into such a thing.

Speaking of.

Chad is close. Like, extremely close. And if he doesn’t cum now, he won’t be able to control himself. He knows he’s going to go for multiple rounds, anyway, so where’s the harm in creampie-ing you now? He grunts, watching his cock spill inside you without a wait or warning. You gasp. His cock squirts against your walls and drips down into your taint, and he grins as he continues to fuck you vigorously once again.

“Daddy’s cum feel nice, honey?” He teases.

“Please!” It’s all you can say, all you can scream, as he throbs inside you.

Ethan’s bloodied cock is coated now, practically entirely red; if anyone should know anything, it’s that vampire bites make sure to bleed. Unless he wants it to stop, of course. He knows you can only take so much with your fragile human frame, and he knows that if it ever goes too far, Chad will be there to stop him, and vice versa. It’s how they work, and they work nicely.

Removing himself, Ethan begins to crawl over to your mouth. His favorite part of you, besides your tight pussy and ass; he loves the feeling of your warm wet tongue and the back of your throat when he hits it just right, the sound of your uvula pressing against him and spasming around his aching prick. You open your mouth wide when he puts the tip against your chin.

“Open,” Ethan demands. “You need to clean up the mess you made.”

A/N: I said I was gunna post this MONTHS AGO n never did, LMFAOO

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 1 month

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begging to whatever god will listen for Gaz to bite me, i am parched, thirsty, everything in between, I am an offering up the altar to be sacrificed I need his teeth in my throat STAT 😵‍💫

ill-advised. anon. you should never say this to Gaz. don't encourage this behavior. you already stimulate the cute aggression part of his brain. he has too many reasons to bite you already:

mark you (because he likes to see it)

mark you (to remind you of him when he's not around <3)

hear you squeak

feel you wiggle

shows other people you're spoken for (so fuck off) even if you're not officially his (yet)

world hard and cold; flesh soft and warm.

and the way he catalogs all his favorite places to bite you:

your lip (cute when you're not expecting it; hot when you reciprocate; you're not getting away after that)

your ear (socially acceptable in public, but the reaction it provokes in you is not)

your neck (makes you go all docile; very submissive + breedable of you)

your shoulder (during sex when you're bouncing in his lap or when he's taking you from behind)

your fingertips (you pout about it, but it takes negative two seconds of having any part of you in his mouth to turn him on)

nsfw ⬇

your chest (if nipples weren't meant to be biteable, why are they shaped all tempting like that? why do they stand up when he starts playing with you??)

your thighs (yeah, on the inside, and you'd better not try to hide it. you're wearing shorts out <3)

your ass (flipping you over while he's eating you out? he's not even gonna try to resist a nip or two when he slides his fingers into you and your back arches up. you tease)

your clit (when he's eating you out and you have the audacity to look away; your eyes need to be on him. plus gentle closing of the teeth around your clit makes you squirm like crazy)

rest assured, if you offer your throat up to gaz, he's not gonna be responsible about it.

and if you offer yourself up as a sacrifice?? okay, baby, you're his forever. no take backs.

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more Gaz / masterlist tag

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astr0exe · 1 month

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HELLO??!?!?!?! UR NEWEST POSTS?!?! SCRUMPTIOUS ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WONDERFUL AS ALWAYS <3

anyway, hope your day is going good 😚 maybe a part 2 of bunny!R wit pup soap, owner simon n owner price? just R who is sososo shy when his heat comes around, his just so needy for any kind of stimulation so Price n si arrange a play date so johnny can help his lil bun in heat <3 knotting maybe?

PLS ignore if you don’t feel comfy writing this!! 🩷🩷🩷

Loads of asks for pt.2 lmao😭 just using this one cause it’s the oldest (sorry this took so long, again, lost my phone and just not feeling well rn) !! HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS THO 🫶🏻 have a great day ml 🩶

part.1

// CW : tm!reader , bunny!reader , puppy!Soap , praise , knotting , breeding (??)

Your heat was aggressive and sharp, the pain excruciating while slick runs down your soft thighs. Your curled up as Price is on the phone next to you, his large hand rubbing your stomach softly whilst he speaks to Simon, arranging for Soap to come over and ‘help his poor bunny out’. It’s so unbearable, poor baby is just drenched in sweat and slick, needing a cock in you but John won’t give you it, just telling you to ‘wait for Johnny.. He’ll play with you baby boy’.

Simon and Soap get to the house in record time, you can smell Johnny even before he gets to the bedroom, his scent overwhelming making you whine and sob louder. Just the sound of your whimpers puts him on edge, groaning quietly as he enters the room saliva coating his lips. His ears are standing up atop his head, tail wagging incessantly due to your scent. His eyes are wild as he stalks over to your curled up whining form on the bed, your noses touch with your closeness.

The kiss isn’t soft or kind, it’s full of aggression and lust. Your brain is foggy and muddled as your lips meld with Soaps, John and Simon have both left, knowing that Johnny could get possessive with you being in heat. Soaps groans and whines fill the room as he shoves his pants and boxers down, just needing to be in your tight drenched heat. Your dick is sensitive and stiff, covered in your juices as Soap’s fingers move to collect some. His fingers spread open your hole showing just how needy you are.

“Fuckkk bonnie, need you.. gonna fuck you so full and good bunny..” He groans, his bulbous and hard cock entering you in one motion. Your moans are loud and echoing across the room whilst Johnny’s hip ram against yours harshly, his teeth attacking your neck in a show of dominance over you. His knot is pressing hard against your entrance, swollen as he whines in your ear “Bunny.. good boyy, gonna cum in you yea’? Gonna let me cum in you and stuff you with my pups? good boy keep moaning for me go on baby..”

His words make you pulse and clench around his cock as you orgasm, your eyes rolling as your legs shake, the pleasure assaulting all of your senses especially because Soap is still fucking into you. You nearly cum again almost immediately due to Soaps knot forcing itself inside your cunt. Johnny’s moans are quiet as his cum paints your walls, his cock twitching as his balls and knot pump you full. He basically collapses on you as the bedroom door opens, Johnny’s arms are tight around your soft body as you both cuddle, taken by the ecstasy of orgasming.

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queenhunter102 · 2 months

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NSFW sneak peek

I mean it! this is not meant to be consumed/ read or seen by minors, this is WHOLE SMUT WITH LITTLE IF ANY PLOT, so please If you're a minor, stay away!!! Contents:, Fem!reader, Over-stimulation, Public Sex!, pussy eating, aggressive, Degradation!, Price being a bit of a dick, There maybe more that I have missed. (very short)

You could hear John laughing behind you as he pressed his tongue further into your dripping cunt, you whimpered as you pressed back, your eyes rolling as he pushed your legs further a part. "Is my baby needy? is she a fucking slut for my tongue?" he said his voice vibrating against your oversensitive cunt, you whimpered in response, your hands gripping onto the bathroom sink, he laughed again as he slowly pushed in one of his ringed fingers, smiling as you hissed at the cold sensation. He nuzzled his nose against your clit loving it when you tried to jump away from his nose and mouth, you tried to squeeze your thighs shut to keep him from touching your sensitive cunt. He growled, his grip becoming bruising on your thighs, you sighed a breath of relief when he pulled away then hissed when he bit your ass cheek. "You should be treated like a princess, but instead your getting bent over a bathroom sink like a common slut" he said, as he stood up giving your ass three quick slaps, as he pulled your up by your hair as you mumbled. "I'll behave, I'll behave, I'll behave" you mumble your brain a little fried from the amount of orgasms.

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dotchannie · 16 days

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- 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 :: c.bc x reader (MDNI)

synopsis: after chan's phone call, you rush home to find him in an unexpected predicement, offering to help him out in his time of need.

a/n: part 2 repost! the only double parter i ever wrote and ofc it was for dirty little channie,, my beloved subby boy, please enjoy xx (i dont think i used any gender implications but if there is its fem)

wc: 1,596.

PART 1 !

Warnings:petnames(baby, naughty boy?,angel, my love),feelings of panic on readers behalf, male masturbation with sex toys, swearing, edging, teasing, ball fondling, growling, begging.

You barrel through the front door, barely taking any care to make sure it's locked behind you as you do so- the sound of Chans struggling voice is sitting at the forefront of your mind and you know that whatever is bothering him needs to be your priority, panic building since he hung up abruptly.

"Chan?! Baby where are you?"

You're just about screaming now, out of breath as you sprint up the stairs two at a time, trying to cover as much ground as you can- praying nothing sinsiter finds you before you find him.

Chan can hear you, clear as day but his limbs have resumed a jelly like state. Unable to shout back he lays motionless- post nut paralysis robbing him of his physical abilities.

"CHAN?", you’re getting louder as you travel down the hallway to the master bedroom. Doors slamming into walls as you do so, making Chan wince- if he could.

You should have guessed he'd be in the last room you checked, instincts forgot in a blinding moment of anxiety. Aggressively swinging the final door open, you’re offered a brief moment of calm- his figure slouched in a haphazard manner before your eyes.

Rushing over to his bedside, you place the back of your hand on his forehead- the other palm down over his heart. He's clammy. Hearth thumming erratically against his ribs.

"What is it are you okay? Are you hurt? Can you move? Do yo-", your onslaught is stopped when you register his hand moving in your peripheral vision, limp wrist raising just enough to gesture towards the culprit- lay in a mocking manner after having brought a man to his knees in an instant.

a small 'oh' is all that leaves your lips as you put two and two together, eyes travelling to Chans crotch where you see the evidence of his fun.

"OH" you all but yelp, eyes drifting to meet his face.

"That thing…" he starts, eyes still squeezed shut, ”…that thing is lethal".

Oogling him, your brain becomes hazy at the sight infront of you- he’s absolutely fucked out. Senses fried from a severe serving of stimulation in a matter of minutes.

"hmph- can you stop staring like that and just laugh if your going to", Chan whines.

Your eyes refocus at the sound of him, mouth hanging open as you formulate a response in your head. He's still fully clothed but the flush across his face is nothing short of intoxicating- ears red in shame.

Not trusting your voice, you clear your throat before you speak up.

"Channie..., naughty boy-" words flowing like a carol as you taunt him, "did you get yourself off with my toy?"

He whimpers, an audible response to your interrogation- big brown eyes wet and full of uncertainty.

Chan nods, wholey uncertain as to why he’s so keen on shrivelling before your stare right now and tentatively shifts his legs into a comfier position- a grimace crossing his face as the stickiness lining his boxers slides across the head of his cock.

"How did it feel? it's good isn't it?"

His hips stutter. A flutter of aurosal in his stomach as he imagines you using it on your own sex- head collecting your slick, traces probably still evident on the silicon if he had bothered to check beforehand.

"fuck-" he sighs under his breath, "yeah, yeah it is"

"want me to show you how good?"

He nods instantly, head lolling back and adams apple bobbing when he realises exactly what he's agreeing to.

"I need more than that Chan, need to hear you say it"

Head rolling to face you, he looks you dead in the eye, "Ruin me, please baby- fuck, make me cum".

You reach out a hand to cup his cheek, his lips planting a kiss on your inner wrist as you do- an unspoken agreement between the pair of you that this is what he wants.

"hmm, we're gonna enjoy this"

Straighting up from your crouched position by Chan’s side, you crawl onto the bed- a knee firmly planted on either side of his legs, weight resting on the thick of his thighs. From this view you can see the dark spot on his pants. Sheer volume allowing his excitement it to seep through the heavy material.

You tentatively reach out- one lone fingertip hovering over him, idly outling the damp patch and making his chest rumble- eyes flickering up to observe him, you apply more pressure, dragging back and forth a handfull of times until you withdraw your hand entirely to land a couple of successive pats to his hip bone.

"how about we get these off?"

Chan shows his agreement, lifting his hips to allow you to awkwardly scooch his pants down to his knees.

"Not the ideal day to wear jeans baby", you comment with a giggle.

Chan’s head slumps backward once more, a sigh of relief escaping due to his cock being removed from its denim prison. Smoothing your hands up and down the muscle of his upper thighs, your thumbs dip beyond the junction where they meet- tickling at his expectant nerves and making him shuffle beneath you.

He's not entirely hard anymore but some light teasings will do the trick- grasping him in your hand, you deliver a few shy pumps before gathering his previous spillage to use as lubricant.

Chan can't help but ball his hands into fists at the contact, still slightly sensitive from his orgasm but gagging for another. Reaching to the side you retrieve the vibrator he had discarded.

"Ready?".

Gulping down a mouthful of nervous saliva, he offers you a response- "yeah, yes please".

"y'know-“ you start, finding humour in the question thats about to follow when the toy buzzes to life, "you can change the speed of these pretty easy?"

His eyes bug out of his head. Realisation hitting that he just busted the quickest in his life when he didn't even have to.

"Ah, it's okay Channie we all learn something the hard way"

You barely give him time to think before you make contact- fat head of the toy dancing across his slit in a way that forces his hips to thrust upward, vibrator following him up and back down. You figured he would react that way, free hand lowering to massage his balls.

Keeping him in the palm of your hand, literally, you can feel as he tightens- skin pulling taunt across his entire being when another orgasm dares rear its head. You pull away right at the cusp of another load, a guttural noise of disappointment bellowing from the pits of his stomach.

"ahhh- baby please, please just let me cum'.

"Sorry my love, you’re just too tempting right now. I’ll let you this time, yeah?"

Placing the toy adjacent to his cock, Chan can feel the dull vibrations up and down his length- a strong sensation tickling the far end of his shaft as you begin pumping the two simultaneously.

It doesnt take long for him to start writhing below you again, chanting out in broken plea's as his dick starts bouncing in your hand. You pull away again.

"FUCK!"- this time he growls, teeth bared as they clench together.

You've never seen him look so animalistic, especially not in the bedroom- especially not when he's below you.

It’s intoxicating, the control over his release right now but a small part of you is genuinely worried about his teeth shattering into shards.

Faking a pout as you jut out your lower lip in his direction, you offer a half hearted apology- "sorry baby, but you look so hot right now it would be criminal to not tease you"

Chan raises himself onto his elbows. Suddenly making you aware of his completely clothed upper half and so you reach forward, taking the zipper between two fingers and dragging it down the span of his torso- delighted by the lack of layers beneath as his smooth skin greets you inch by inch.

"that was just for me, wanna see you tense".

Chan huffs, one breath coming out in an off beat rhythm of stuttered air.

"I am begging can you please, please please for the sake of everything just make me cum!"

A smile graces your lips as you lean foward to kiss him slowly.

"Well… because as you asked so nice, sure thing", giving him one last peck as you pull away- he chases you as you go.

This time when you place the vibrator to him, you circle the head of his cock painfully lazily. No change in your pace as you drag him closer and closer to what he wants.

His hips are rocking desperately with you now- up and down in tandem with your circular motions to experience pleasure from every angle he possibly can. He shudders. A violent shake of his shoulders as goosebumps decorated the surface of his skin.

"yeah, y-eah angel. Just like that." He encourages you, trying to get some semblance of control in a situation he's not in charge of.

Chans rising further off the bed now, becoming sloppy like he does everytime he fucks you and you clench at the memory- zoning out momenterially before his sweet noises bring you straight back.

He's chanting like a madman. Every muscle in his body pulled taunt, toes curling painfuly as he grasps at nothing- but it's no good.

He cums, thick and fast, with the majority of it landing in the dips of his stomach- the rest spattering across your face.

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jvkeh · 1 year

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Vernon praise kink+ thigh riding?

CLOUD 9

⤷ c.w thigh riding, praise kink | chwe vernon x reader | © jvkeh

hii guys my inbox is closed atm so i can get to my requests! here u go anon hope u like it 🥰

“oh, fuck baby.” vernon groans at the feeling of your bare cunt rubbing against his legs. tightening his grip on your waist, he throws his head back and let out a throaty sound. “you’re too good for me.”

vernon couldn’t lie, he was confused when you first brought up the idea of thigh riding. it was ten in the morning and he was inhaling cereal like water at the kitchen table, before monumentally pausing when you dropped the admittance that you were really into thigh riding and choking on the pieces (to the point where his face got red and your hand was assaulting his back to get him to spit it out).

but god, he’s so glad he listened. when you pulled your nightdress up, panties still intact, he felt the immediate response from his dick at your soft and squishy clothed pussy rubbing against his leg. so he made you take off your panties and place it in the waistband of his boxer shorts to use later, and now he was able to feel all of your hot cunt oozing against his cool leg.

“so fuckin pretty.” he says aloud, vocalising all his true thoughts when he looks at your cunt. “such a good fucking girl for me, rubbing against my leg like a obedient slut.” your face heated at him blandly dismissing you, only focusing on your pussy and treating it like it’s his girl. while you normally would be more whiney and irked at his words, it was turning you on more in the situation of riding his thigh.

you weren’t faring much better, moans leaving your mouth every second at the feeling of his leg. when he tensed it every so often, stimulating your cunt. you started to bounce on his leg, making vernon all the more turned on as your chest followed suit, breasts defying gravity as they bounced so hard, your nightdress straps were threatening to leave the room.

he began to bop his leg up and down, matching your bounces as his thigh made more contact with your pussy. “shit, ver.” you mumbled, as vernon’s left arm exited your waist and sneaked around to settle between your legs. a playful finger extended from his hand, before diving into your cunt to find your clit within mere seconds.

“god, this cunt destroys me.” he states as he feels you react to his finger’s explorations. adding two more, he pinches at your clit to further stimulate you. you let out a loud cry as you arch your back, still continuing to ride his thigh but with less intensity than before. the smell of your arousal was filling the room from all the cum oozing out of your cunt and laced across his thigh.

“we should do this more often.” vernon thinks as he witnesses you cry out again, feeling the telltale signs of your incoming orgasm. you began to shudder as you slowed down and vernon used this opportunity to start rubbing against your clit aggressively, making you whine out.

“mm- gonna cum!” you screech out, your words coming out inconsistent due to your hazy brain thinking purely of vernon’s thighs. “come for me, baby.” he soothes, feeling a stream of liquid make contact with his fingers that were still inside you. “just like that baby, let it all out.” vernon words only drove you further down in your orgasm as the cum poured out of your pussy like rainfall. vernon was tempted to bend you over the couch and suck up every drop for himself instead of watching it drip over his legs, but he had to play by the rules, your rules, and that is sitting down and letting you thigh ride him.

once your body settled from your orgasm, you leaned over and rested your head against vernon chest to catch your breath. an arm snakes to hug you, while the other goes back between your legs. “vernon.” you groan out, not ready to be overstimulated by his hand after your first orgasm. “baby.” he imitates your whine, earning him a light slap on the leg. “hey!”

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444rockstargf · 5 months

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oh my GOD hear me out here!!

danny x jack, n jack is sooo mean but like, passive aggressive?? like he's fuckin' danny so so hard and danny is absolutely crying, but jack is just whispering to him to take it n go one more round for him. >_<

(u don't even have to write this, the idea just popped right into my head when i saw ur character x character post :3)

ur brain is literally working magic.

jack x danny drabble below the cut.

jack fucking danny in doggystyle, having his head shoved in the pillow as he sobs from having his hole so stuffed. jack would reach a hand between dan's legs to pump his aching cock as he killed off any working cells in poor danny's brain

jack lowkey taunting dan as a way of flattery. "you're tight as a fuckin' virgin, dan. but we both know the truth..." and I can def see jack laughing whenever the stimulation would get to much for dan and he would start whimpering with his eyes rolling back

edging. omg jack would never get tired of pushing dan to the most powerful climax, just to pull out and watch as he withered underneath him. and he'd be the biggest asshole about it too. "awh, did I ruin your orgasm? that's too fuckin' bad, isn't it?"

jack overstimulating himself just so that he could fill dan up to the brim and watch his cum drip out of his bruised hole, only to fuck all of it back into him again

dan completely falling apart from being pounded into for so long that he can't process a single thought. he's just lying there with his back arched, mumbling and whimpering as his braincells get killed off one by one

jack's ultimate goal being to turn dan into a sobbing mess. he makes dan cum at least 10 times before even considering stopping. "it's too much, baby? you can't take my cock anymore? save me the bullshit, I know you can take one more for me."

author's note: (bonus: jack buys dan a shirt that say "submissive and breedable" and makes him wear it in public)

#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #jack thurlow #jack thurlow smut #jack thurlow x reader #jack goes home #dan cooper #danny cooper #intruders 2015 #intruders #444rockstargf #liv drabbles. ⋆⭒˚.⋆⚝

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queer-codedhero · 8 months

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Tips to Support an Autistic Little!! 🧸🍼

as an caregiver of a little with autism and hyper sensitivity here are some things I have learned to support them for anyone who maybe a new caregiver or just want tips for your autistic baby 💕☁️

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Always remember your littles special interests! My little has a special interest of snakes! I love to buy them snake stuffies in order to make them happy and encourage them. I also send photos of snakes when saying hi or the help them be happy during hard times. If your little has a special interest to a TV show I recommend watching it (or some of it) in order to make references or do impressions of the characters. I attempt to remember facts about their interests. If they know them I can get excited to hear them talk about their favorite snakes! I recommend trying to understand their interest in order to support their interests 💕🐍

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2. A lot of autistic littles may not enjoy dress up like other littles! Always try to find clothes they feel comfortable in. My little doesn’t like clothes with multiple textures and loves pjs! I always ask if they’d prefer to change into a onesie rather than their day outfit even if they like it. I also cut off the tags on my littles clothes to insure that it doesn’t bother her skin. After bathes I recommend asking your little if they’d like you to warm up their towel and clothes so they are warm a safe putting them on 🎀💕

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3. when you go out in public a little may feel nervous and not like noises. Remember their brain feels small and they’re a lot of stimulation. Many littles love theme parks like Disney but autistic littles may find big places more stressful than fun. I have found that littles love going on adventures away from the noise and stress! Always offer your little to hold your hand if they may feel overwhelmed or are in public areas. Attempt to find quiet alternative to fun activities like a picnic in a flower field rather than a park. Always give your little comfort in knowing if they are over stimulated you are ok with finding something better suited for them.

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4. Encouraging stimming! When your little stims it allows them to regulate their emotions and body. Stimming takes many form and you should always allow your little to stim without fear of judgement. Stims can be verbal, tactile, oral and so much more! Some littles benefit from fidget toys when stimming others jump and flap their hands. Try to recognize the stims that they do when happy vs upset. If a little flaps their arms when playing that is a positive stim however if they flap their arms when someone is loud or yelling that is negative! Unsure they are safe to stim negative and positive but always try to communicate if their are negative stims!

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5. Littles with autism will likely have self destructive tendencies. Whether they are or are not intentional depend on the little. These behaviors should never be met with aggression or “the silent treatment” punishing a little (or anyone for that matter) is a boarder-line abusive attitude. These behaviors are not “attention seeking” these behaviors are often uncontrollable, scary and painful. When a little tells you or show you any injury from these behaviors, immediately check the severity. Often times you will be able to clean and care for it without a doctor, however in rare cases you will need professional help. If you find that their wound is too deep and is bleeding none stop go to an ER for help. If this is not a case. Comfort the little and don’t pry for information and instead tell them you care for them and that this is scary for you as well. Tell them you are happy they came to you so you can help and encourage them to tell you next time they feel this way. Ask your little if they cleaned it then show them how to clean it. Then bandage or put a bandaid on it. (Unless the cut in moist or bleeding, in this case give it air) Give your little more care until they feel better! Always give them cuddles (if they like) and give them all your care and help. Avoid using words that may trigger them such as self harm or injury. Instead use boo-boo or no-no spot. Also attempt to give your little none dangerous activities to help their need for these repetitive and dangerous activities. Try to find artistic expression such as drawing injuries or cutting paper. If your little finds cutting paper helpful perhaps add red paper underneath. If your little needs a way to feel the same pain you can try ice or rubber band snapping. To represent the feeling of having marks on them they can be offered to draw on themselves with markers. If the act of scratching or biting is uncontrollable, offer them a paci or teether. You can also use bandages to cover the areas they may harm to protect their skin. It may help to hold their hands to avoid scratching when stressed.

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#age regression #age regressor #autism #autistic agere #autistic little #little space sfw #sfw littlespace #little space #agere caregiver

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mia-tiny · 2 years

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『 San & Somnophilia 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: c. san x fem!reader

⇒ smut, somnophilia (consenting obviously), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no), dirty talk

⇒ word count: 963

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In your half-conscious state, you can’t help but think that this is the best dream you’ve ever had. It’s not like you don’t often have sexy dreams about your boyfriend San, but tonight the pleasure feels so real that you don’t even notice the small desperate sounds you make. It is only when you feel yourself being shifted onto your back that you realize you aren’t just dreaming.

Despite the exhaustion tempting your eyes to stay closed, you gather enough energy for them to flutter open and see San kneeling between your open legs, his eyes glued to your sex as he languidly rubs your clit.

“San,” you moan in a croaky voice, causing him to glance up and smirk at you.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” he coos, but the heavenly feeling in your core has you sinking back into the comfort of the mattress regardless. “Good girl. Just let me have this pussy all to myself.”

You and San have recently started exploring more adventurous shared kinks, somnophilia being one of them. This is only the third time or so that you’re doing it, but you’re both addicted to the habit already. Of course, since the practice can be a bit questionable at times in terms of consent, you two established a nonverbal system that still keeps things exciting. San gifted you a beautiful silver necklace that you are to wear anytime you’d be alright with him playing with you in your sleep.

While you often wear the piece of jewelry, practically always craving San’s touch, he doesn’t always take you up on the subtle offer since he likes to keep the timing a surprise. He thinks that the unknown aspect makes it all the more fun, which you must agree with even if you’d be totally fine with him having you every second of every day. You just can’t help how addicted to him you are.

You are moments away from fading back into a state of half-consciousness, but San clears the fuzziness from your brain once again by sinking two of his fingers into your wet hole. His movements are slow as he drags his fingertips along your g-spot repeatedly, but the pressure is enough to have you whining and rutting your hips against his hand.

“Shhh, hold still and let me take care of you,” he murmurs as you feel him climb on top of you. His fingers continue sluggishly stimulating you as he presses gentle kisses along your face and neck. “Do you want me to fill you up, baby?”

“Please, yes,” you breathe almost inaudibly.

With a playful nibble on your ear, he removes his fingers from you and quickly lines his hard dick up with your hole. He pushes into you with a deep groan and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. As soon as your lips meet, he can’t help but start grinding into you at a moderate pace, not wanting to go too hard right away. Still, the full feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight cunt is enough to have you reeling.

San breaks away from you to kneel back and push your legs up against your chest, effectively folding you in half so he can find a better angle. His first sharp thrust in this position causes you to yelp dramatically, his dick now hitting exactly the perfect spot inside you. A smug look appears on his face at your reaction as he does it again, your hands flying down to grip his thighs. The stinging pain of your nails digging into his flesh only spurs him on more as he begins properly fucking your brains out, all thoughts of sleep now long gone.

“San– holy– fuck–” you pant between his aggressive thrusts.

“You like being woken up to take this fat cock like a good girl, hm?” San’s dirty words, as always, have you moaning even louder. His filthy mouth never fails to have you clenching harder around him, which is also aided by his fingers as they start rubbing your swollen clit.

“Yes, San,” you wail. “I want you to use me whenever you want. I’m all yours.”

Your confession has a fatal effect on San, who can’t control the growl that arises from deep in his chest. His speed picks up exponentially, the onslaught of pleasure against both your g-spot and your clit is electrifying. Curses spill from your lips, your hands moving to pull your legs back even further in desperation.

“Don’t stop,” you beg, but he was never planning on it in the first place with how close his release is too.

“Cum around my cock, baby.”

The tight band in your core finally snaps and you are crying out his name pathetically while your cunt squeezes around him in a vice grip. He shows no mercy, continuing to fuck your fluttering hole as his own climax reaches its peak and his hot cum fills you up. He only stops rubbing against your sensitive clit when you grab his wrist. You open your legs wider and pull him down against your body again, kissing him with small giggles in between as your heartbeats finally begin to slow down.

San carefully slides out of you and lays down at your side, pulling you into his arms affectionately.

“Babe, I have to go clean up,” you fuss while trying to escape, but he is far too strong to win against. He simply tugs you back against his chest and snuggles his face into your hair.

“No, you keep my cum right where it belongs,” he murmurs casually, a blush rising to your face.

“San,” you gasp in embarrassment as he just chuckles.

“Let’s go back to sleep, baby.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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tengensbunny · 1 year

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐣𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

➩ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; fem reader x t. uzui

➩ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬; daddy kink, rough sex, hair pulling, full nelson, mirror fucking, finger sucking, cum eating

➩𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝐤

➩𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧, 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞

[f/n] smiles into the kiss at the feeling of Tengen’s hands sliding underneath her shirt, the said male getting ready to fling the cotton material from her body.

Giving his luscious locks one last tug, she releases her hold on his hair to raise her arms, making it easier for him to undress her.

Breaking the kiss for a split second, [f/n] focuses on the rhythm of her hips, grinding them against the male’s crotch -enjoying the way his bulge felt against her clothed pussy -their hips moving in sync with one another’s.

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 “𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲”, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

Connecting their lips once more, Tengen chuckles into the kiss at the eager way she opens her mouth to let him in -letting her Daddy have a good taste of what belongs to him.

Unclasping her bra, Tengen throws the frilly thing off to the side before flipping the two of them over, never breaking the kiss until he feels her push against his chest.

“Need air daddy.” she pants, moving her head to the side to escape from his lips- the rapid rise and fall of her chest caused a soft chuckle to erupt from the male’s throat -he had barely even touched her and yet, she was already this out of breath.

“You know the drill,” he coos, leaning down to nibble on the outer shell of her ear, “hands and knees princess”.

𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧

“Harder Daddy!” she groaned, enjoying the way his cock slid in and out of her cunt -his thick member stretching out her tight pussy, the tip of his dick rubbing against every ridge of her cunt before pressing against the opening of her uterus.

Tightening his hold on her hips, Tengen began to quicken the pace of his hips- the cheeks of her ass beginning to sting from his brutal pace; the tight grip he had on her waist prevented her from moving away from him, allowing him to steadily abuse her cunt.

Gritting her teeth, [f/n] tries her best to keep herself from going delirious from the pleasure -her mind muddled with thoughts of how good he was making her feel, his entire length slamming in and out of her at a delicious pace -stimulating every part of her sopping cunt.

Raising one of his hands, Tengen releases the hold he has on her hip to grab onto her hair -aggressively pulling at her unkempt locks, cursing at the way her pussy tightened around her cock.

Tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes as she struggled to choke back her sobs, the pleasure starting to overwhelm her senses.

Tengen merely chuckles at the incoherent sounds that left her lips, unable to decipher if she was crying, moaning, or doing both.

“You can take it right baby?” Tengen grunts directly against her ear, pulling her in closer so that he could go in deeper -a small, but intense shudder traveling up and down his spine at how tight her pussy had gotten from the change of positions- or maybe it was because of the tight grip he had on her hair.

“You’re my good girl aren’t you?” he asks, his breaths coming out more uneven and ragged than usual, his body beginning to tingle as the pleasure coursed through his veins -the way your pussy only got tighter every time he pulled out drove him insane -his movements becoming more animalistic by the second.

“Yes!” she screamed, “I'm your good girl Daddy”. she cried out in between thrusts, finding it hard to form a coherent response with the way he burrowed his cock deep inside her -her brain barely registering the words that were coming out of his mouth- “always good,” she mumbled, “good good so good”.

𝐇𝐞 ��𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐃𝐂 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

The white haired male simply chuckled at her blabbering, “That’s right, you’re my good girl.” he praised, turning her head to the side for a sloppy kiss -rolling his hips against her own to keep the friction going between them.

Tengen easily invaded her mouth, her tongue clumsily moving against his wet muscle -falling completely compliant against her Daddy’s tongue- one of his hands sliding down the curve of her waist, all the way down to her clit, giving the swollen bud a playful pinch.

[f/n] whined into the kiss at the feeling of Tengen rolling her clit in between his fingers, the light stimulation was enough to send pleasurable sparks of electricity all over her body -her legs beginning to tremble as she felt her orgasm approaching.

Her entire body felt as if it were on fire, if it wasn’t for the fact that Tengen was still pulling her up by her hair, [f/n] was certain that she would have fallen down by now.

Wanting to see the expression she makes when she cums, Tengen pulls away from the kiss -grabbing a hold of her chin with his hand that wasn’t busy playing with her clit, Tengen uses his thumb to part her swollen lips.

Gathering the pool of their saliva that had accumulated in his mouth, Tengen allows it to drip out of his mouth into her smaller one. Mentally cursing at the sight of the [h/c] girl sticking her tongue out, making sure to catch everything he gave her.

Spitting the rest of what remained into her mouth, Tengen watched as she swallowed the sticky liquid -his thumb moving to wipe the excess that had dribbled down the corners of her mouth, pushing whatever spilled out back in.

His ruby colored eyes stared intensely into her own, never leaving her face for a second as he watches his little girl come undone -her eyes rolling to the back of her head whilst her body fell limp in his hold -trembling violently as Tengen never halts his ministrations on her clit.

[f/n] opens her mouth to speak, to tell Tengen to wait, but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth -the only sound escaping her parted lips was a high pitched moan, along with what Tengen made out to be the word Daddy.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby,” he cooed, “Daddy’s got you”.

“You can hold out a little longer, can’t you baby?” he asks, withdrawing his fingers from her clit to observe the sticky substance that coated his digits, the same substance that was all over her inner thighs and Tengen’s forearm.

Prodding her lips with his fingers, [f/n] weakly laps at his digits -using her tongue to clean the mess she made on her daddy’s fingers.

“Good girl,” Tengen praised, cleaning off the remnants with his own tongue, “Daddy’s gonna reward you for being such a good girl for him today princess, no need to hold back, cum as many times as you want.”

Nodding her head like the obedient little girl she was, [f/n] had no choice but to take whatever it was Tengen gave her or risk being punished for it -or even worse, neglected.

Tengen was prone to spoiling her, not being able to say no to his precious angel, but if she couldn’t take what he would give her, then he'd find someone else who could.

Someone else to be his precious little girl, to be his number one; which always ended in [f/n] telling Tengen that she could do it, she could be Daddy’s good girl -even if her body was screaming for her to stop, she’d ignore it’s pleas in order to please her Daddy.

Because the thought of someone else becoming his little girl broke her heart.

Offering the girl his hand, Tengen helps his baby girl off the bed -his ruby colored eyes gleaming with lust at the sight of her cum dripping down her inner thighs.

Leaning against Tengen for support, [f/n]’s legs wobbled with each step she took -the [h/c] girl could barely find the strength to keep her body upright.

“Look at how pretty you look.” Tengen sighs, guiding her trembling figure towards the front of the mirror.

Her body was littered with love bites, the dark colored patches of skin were accompanied by the markings of Tengen’s teeth; whilst her nipples were both swollen and erect, splotches of red forming all around her supple breasts.

“Don’t stop.” he commands, lifting the girl by hooking his arms underneath her knees, so that her legs dangled off the sides of his forearms. “Don’t take your eyes off the two of us for a second.”

With a feeble nod of her head, [f/n] locks eyes with the male through the mirror, her hands moving to wrap around her ankles to spread her legs further apart.

Meanwhile, Tengen interlocked his hands behind the back of her neck -slowly easing her down onto his cock -taking in a sharp breath at the feeling of her warm walls enveloping his pulsing erection.

[f/n] could feel his chest rumble against the naked skin of her back, a low chuckle escaping his lips at the way her body writhed in his hold, her pussy viciously clamping down around his cock.

“I’ve only stuck the tip in and look at how good you feel.” he teases, eyes glowing with mischief as he watches her struggle to take in his cock, her back arching off his body as a pathetic whimper leaves her lips.

“Creaming around me already and I haven’t even done anything yet.” he adds on, yet despite his cocky demeanor even Tengen had to admit that he wouldn’t last very much longer either -especially with the way her pussy was devouring his cock, sucking his dick in -trying to pull him in even deeper.

“Let me hear you angel,” he says, once he’s fully sheathed inside her cunt, getting ready to pull out and snap his hips back in right away.

A constant string of moans left her lips as Tengen began to drive his hips in and out of her at a rigorous pace -her body bouncing up and down from the intense thrust of his hips.

[f/n] could feel her whole entire body tingle in delight, the new angle he was fucking her in allowed Tengen to constantly abuse her g-spot -the tip of his dick pressing intimate kisses against her cervix.

The sounds of their skin slapping and heavy breaths fell onto deaf ears as the [h/c] girl could no longer process anything but the feeling of Tengen’s dick moving in and out of her -her body convulsing in his hold as she felt another orgasm rip through her.

Tengen’s movements didn’t halt as he chased his own orgasm, fucking the girl into oblivion -past the point of overstimulation.

Any source of strength left her body, the legs she tried so hard to spread apart dangled over the sides of his arms once more -flailing around each time Tengen brought her body down to meet his thrusts.

Tengen groaned at the intense feeling of her pussy spasming around his cock, suckling desperately around his thick member as if it were trying to suck the cum out of his balls.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” he breathes, slowing down his pace once he finally releases his seed, filling his baby girl to the brim -their mixed juices spilling out of her abused cunt and down Tengen’s thighs.

Taking a seat on their shared bed, Tengen unclasps his fingers, moving the girl into a more comfortable position -cradling her smaller frame in his arms -his cock still buried balls deep inside her as he refuses to leave her warmth and let his cum go to waste.

[f/n]’s body fully relaxes in his hold, her eyes refusing to open as her whole entire body shuts down -falling asleep in his arms.

“Sweet dreams princess.”

#uzui tengen x reader #uzui x reader #uzui tengen smut #uzui smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #kny x reader #kny smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba smut #demon slayer imagines #kny imagines #kimetsu no yaiba imagines

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kpforpresident · 1 year

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double entendre

"Hello? Earth to Clarke? Baby?"

Clarke comes back to awareness slowly, then all at once as she snaps back into reality. Lexa is crouching in front of her with an amused albeit knowing smirk on her face, a slightly curling whisp of hair hanging down in front of perfect green eyes. A small smudge of potting soil marred one perfectly flushed, freckled cheek- the only indication they had been vacationing on a sunny Spanish beach the week prior.

Clarke shakes her head slightly to pry her gaze away from where she had been staring at Lexa's jean clad ass as she bent and glided seamlessly through the flower shop, gathering individual stems from various piles to complete some soft or special bouquet- prom? a wedding? a bar mitzvah? Clarke had tuned out as soon as Lexa had tugged her soft navy sweatshirt over her head to reveal a thin white tank top, a strap slipping off to conveniently reveal a lilac bra strap.

Clarke's mouth watered as her imagination wandered to what she knew was underneath the t-shirt bra, having had her mouth sealed around the right one just a handful of hours previously- two perfect capped deep blush nipples.

"Clarke? Baby, where is your head today?"

Clarke shakes her head frantically, trying to shove some semblance of a thought back into her brain.

"Get it together, Griffin, there's still 30 minutes until closing," Clarke thinks furiously to herself as she aggressively pinches the bridge of her nose with her free, non-dirt covered hand. A slim hand reaches up silently to cover hers, pulling Clarke's hand away to press a lingering kiss to the back of her hand.

Clarke can feel Lexa smile into the back of her hand as she briskly pulls her to her feet, smacking her ass with a loud crack as Clarke yelps in shock.

"Love, where's your attention gone to? You've been doing so well."

"I- you- what-" Clarke stammers in a newfound haze of lust and disbelief as the brief sting cushioned by her yoga pants moved lower and became a darker heat.

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Yes, baby. You're doing so well, Lexa had murmured into her thigh, last night, sucking another stinging purple mark into the meat of her slightly shaking thigh before moving slightly to slide Clarke's right leg over her shoulder, opening her up wider. Clarke shivered slightly in anticipation as her eyes fluttered shut under the onslaught of stimulation. Her hand clenched the bedsheets involuntarily as a stream of cool air blew across her clit.

"That's it, love, just let me make you feel good," Lexa whispered into the curve of her hipbone, smile lupine and feral before lowering her head once again to lick into Clarke.

Clarke gaped soundlessly at Lexa once again, feeling a flush creep steadily up her neck. While Lexa was attentive with boundless energy and a undying love of making Clarke cum as many times as humanly possible, it had been only recently that she had become more vocal, more sure of herself when in charge in their bed.

Lexa winks innocently as she turns back to the floral arrangement on the beaten wooden desk, elegant fingers neatly tying twine around a line of slender green stems.

"Clarke, be a good girl please and find me the baby's breath that Aden too inventory of yesterday? It's here somewhere, I just seem to have misplaced it..." Lexa trails off as twinkling green eyes meet incredulous blue ones.

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"Yes, good girl," Lexa said breathlessly, eyes intent on Clarke's face as Clarke soared over into the most intense O of her life. Clarke feels her entire body lock up with white hot pleasure as Lexa's fingers find her g-spot and press, all while swiping a slim finger over her clit.

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With effort, Clarke manages to swallow the lake of drool that she knows has been gathering in her her mouth so as not to choke and completely loose her cool in front of her ridiculously hot albeit mischievous girlfriend.

Clarke knew that Lexa would rather swallow her tongue than ever tease Clarke like this in front of a customer, their current saving grace to the steamy tension that was currently building between them an empty flower shop. Clarke chances a desperate glance again at her wristwatch, her father's hand-me-down that Lexa had silently gotten fixed for Clarke as a one year anniversary present.

Four minutes to closing.

Clarke makes an executive decision and lunges for the door, slamming the cheery open! sign to closed so fast the glass door wobbles in its frame threateningly.

Mind made up, she locks the door decisively and hits the main light beside the entrance. Velvety darkness falls over the shop, the only light a cool toned hum from the cut roses case on the far side of the shop and the buttery glow of the back room's lamp.

Clarke slowly crowds Lexa back into the counter, grinning in delight as Lexa's pupils slowly expand under Clarke's heated gaze to swallow the forest green iris she loves so much.

Clarke laces their hands together and tows Lexa quickly towards the back room, thanking every deity that she could recall that they kept a blow up mattress and sheets stashed in the closet ever since Lexa had been trapped there in the dead of winter last year.

"Time to make good on your teasing, pretty girl," Clarke manages to get out before crashing their lips together. Tussling with Lexa's shirt as she finds a plump bottom lip and sucking it into the heat of her mouth, she smiles slightly as she tugs Lexa closer and bites. Lexa manages to get out a noise between a gasp and a whisper before pressing herself against Clarke.

"Whatever you want love, however you want it," Lexa says throatily, eyes fixed on Clarke's kiss- swollen mouth. Clarke crashes their lips together once more as she flips the switch to inflate the mattress and press her very willing girlfriend up against the wall, sliding to her knees in the meantime. Lexa's head hits the wall with a thud as Clarke's fingers make quick word of her jeans button.

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They leave the flower shop 4 hours later, slightly more rumpled than they arrived that morning but grinning dopily at each other as they slowly meander their way home, hands intertwined.

#clexa #plant shop au #@casco asked for this type of prompt but then never sent an actual as in soooooooo #some lite smut for your monday evening #enjoy kids

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inklores · 11 months

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domestic miguel headcanons that rot my brain <3

⁎⋆ miguel has definitely gone four days without eating once. whether it's a dismissive assertion that he is able to do so with his enhanced dna or is expected to sacrifice niceties as the leader of a sprawling spider society, he won't stop until he's finished his work for the day (or night). no doubt when jess finds out, she programs lyla to send her an alert when miguel misses more than one meal per day so she can personally grab him by the ear and demand he drinks some water.

⁎⋆ he likes stimulating games, when he has the time for it. chess + checkers with lyla as his partner (anybody else would be an easy win in his opinion), but he prefers other games more. newspaper sudoku, jigsaw puzzles, crosswords. anything that requires a bit of mental tinkering and keeps his brain busy.

⁎⋆ wears cozy slippers with his suit when he’s working after seeing how comfy peter b. looks. lyla has pictures.

⁎⋆ he adamantly takes his coffee black. anything lighter and it doesn't keep him roused the way he needs it to. he’s a keurig in a mug type of guy. definitely has a cup that reads “ok but first… coffee” on it.

⁎⋆ his love language is physical touch. miguel is a man of few words. he knows he comes off as uncaring and frigid. always task-oriented. never candid or emotional. his mind knows no bounds but his thoughts always tangle on his tongue. instead, he prefers little gestures. a gentle scrape of his knuckles against a shoulder, a hand on a shoulder, a pat on the back and a rare grunt of approval. i can see him doing that thing where he cups a waist when he has to get by.

⁎⋆ on the rare occasions he gets sick, this man turns into a CHILD. one, he's mad he can't work as efficiently. two, he hates feeling weak and vulnerable. he feels he has to compensate for his lapse in ability and over-works himself to the marrow, forcing lego spider-man to secretly plant an A/V bug in his residential unit that peter b. nicknamed "the baby monitor."

⁎⋆ he likes the soothing security of weighted blankets. after holding the multiverse together, it's nice to be held by something.

⁎⋆ he has chronic migraines and aches as a result of his photosensitivity. hence, some perpetual aggression sinking into his bones. it's why his laboratory is usually dark and his computer monitor displays a warm orange tint to reduce strain.

⁎⋆ he likes reading but doesn't always have time for it. he really likes periodicals and journals that most spider-people would find too boring to read, making him feel more intellectually superior.

⁎⋆ after jess disclosed her pregnancy, miguel began drafting plans for a daycare in hq. no heads-up, no formal dedication, just a casual renovation for a totally unprovoked child-caring facility. sure, it wasn't canonical for spiders to successfully start a family, but if they could... miguel knew firsthand that it had to be protected. for jess and her kid, and yes, peter b. and mayday. though he had a knack for charring some fried nerves, peter b. once inquired about the bizarre construction and upon finding out, he smiled, and never brought it up to miguel.

⁎⋆ he's such a present and absent dad to the younger members of his squad. yeah, he indulges pavitr in some vada pav and chai and weathers a verbose tangent about his latest save or his girlfriend but he also curls his lip at hobie's "screech" (AKA guitar riffs) and mutters about his piercings.

⁎⋆ he's really good at styling girls' hair. nothing too crazy, of course, but out of all the ponytails that swished around on the soccer field, gabriella's was always the most in-tact after a game. one mom even asked miguel if he could tie her daughter's hair similarly. he got so cocky after that.

⁎⋆ he goes to the strength & conditioning gym really early in the morning. like really early. people speculate that he’s nocturnal. but the gym is most likely empty then and miguel prefers that. he also works out to unwind, especially when he’s stressed tf out. and he’s always stressed, hence, big man bod.

⁎⋆ the spiderman 2099 burger was a birthday gag gift from peter b. but miguel secretly liked it so much, that it was no secret it stayed on the commissary menu.

⁎⋆ the first time his fangs extended after the spider gene splicing accident, he cut through his gum and lip and has a small scar there now.

⁎⋆ college age!miguel was so arrogant. girls thought it was charming but he was really, genuinely smart and had a job at alchemax already lined up before he graduated. he was probably popular. cocky, sarcastic, daddy-issues latino man with a big brain and big everything, c’mon.

⁎⋆ he snores really loud. he has those “dad sneezes” that sound like the whole house is coming down. with all those enhanced-hearing spiders, there have been rumors of a loose feral animal when miguel takes a nap or has allergies.

⁎⋆ when he’s not stressed and angry, miguel is tired and nerdy. he has a whole degree in genetics and worked as the head scientist at alchemax, i KNOW he is just as much of a dork as the other spiders.

⁎⋆ peter b. made fun of his airfoil cape once. “spider-man doesn’t wear a cape!” miguel still doesn’t forgive him and he def won’t forget it.

#⁎⋆ ꙳✧∘ hc’s !#he’s such a cozy dork #i have so many more #fanfiction #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara #miguel spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #into the spiderverse

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queenhunter102 · 2 months

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NSFW SNEAK PEEK

I mean it! this is not meant to be consumed/ read or seen by minors, this is WHOLE SMUT WITH LITTLE IF ANY PLOT, so please If you're a minor, stay away!!! Contents:, Male!Reader, Over-stimulation, Public Sex!, Dick sucking, aggressive, Degradation!, Price being a bit of a dick, There maybe more that I have missed. (very short)

You could hear John laughing behind you as he pressed his mouth down further onto your weeping cock, you whimpered as you pressed back, your eyes rolling as he pushed your legs further a part, "Is my baby needy? is he a fucking slut for my mouth?" he said his voice vibrating against your oversensitive cock you whimpered in response, your hands gripping onto the bathroom sink, he laughed again as he slowly wrapped one of his ringed fingers around your cock, smiling as you hissed at the cold sensation. He nuzzled his nose against your pelvis bone loving it when you tried to jump away from his mouth, you tried to thrust yours hips up trying to chase another high. He growled, his grip becoming bruising on your thighs, you whined as he pulled off of your painful cock "You should be treated like a prince, but instead your getting bent over a bathroom sink like a common slut" he said, as he stood up giving your ass three quick slaps, as he pulled your up by your hair as you mumbled. "I'll behave, I'll behave, I'll behave" you mumble your brain a little fried from the amount of orgasms.

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JazzProwl + baby - Merformers AU Chapter 3 - A captive individual

So here's the last of the chapters I have ready written, I kinda write in a bullet point style cause I don't think my brain is at the capacity at the moment to come back and make them actual well written chapters. Enjoy tho. - Ideas still welcome. I'm kinda stuck on what other problems the character will be facing with life in the aquarium.

Life down in this hell hole has been a constant blood pressure raising experience for Prowl.

Not counting his transportation after being caught, he has calculated that it has been 32 cycles since his kidnapping from the Autobot pod after a bloody dispute with Optimus. Not even Jazz had tried to stop him when he stormed off.

The capture had been unpredictable. Never in his mind would it have occured to him that pirates had breached the secret coves wall.

His pod could be in danger and he couldn't even there to warn them. Even if the probabilities were low, he could only hope that no one else had been captured. The cove was a protected space. It would be detrimental to their way of life if humans were to discover them.

He fought every step of the transport process. Stuck alone in a tiny space with a foreign language echoing through as his music. Bruised and battered he arrived to a rather large facility. Bright colours were everywhere it was dizzying. After being poked and prodded, he was placed in an isolation pool. The empty walls smelt of distress and dead fish. He simmered deeply ashamed to have been outsmarted by a bunch of land dwellers. He graced his tank by thrashing aggressively sending big waves that splashed the humans who shrieked in displeasure recoiling from the edge of his pool. Despite the brief victory, he was soon swarmed by the lot of them.

Over the next few days, he learned quickly that attacking the staff was a futile effort. Where one fell another took their place. He always got drugged and worked with an awful headache there after. Now, he has reserved to take a smarter approach, observing all he could in hopes of plotting an escape someday.

Eventually the humans deemed him healthy enough to be transferred to a bigger pool. To his surprise, this one had furnishings of actual kelp and rocks. One of the walls had an ominous grate that connected to parts unknown. Prowl steered clear of that for now. There was a small alcove at the bottom to hide in, barely big enough to stretch out fully in. A small school of fish were in here with him while star fish rested on the glass wall looking outwards.

His first glimpse in what would be his new home was less that flattering. Beyond his tank there were many others just like his with pairs of mers or solo ones as he was. They too seemed to notice the new comers presence and we're checking him out too.

Prowl's skin curled at the thought of having little to no privacy.

Below to tank groups of humans were looking up at him. Most of them wore bright colours and expensive suits. The walkways reminded Prowl of the big loud yachts he would see from time to time back home. It disgusted him to be downgraded to an item to be observed.

Everyday it's just the same four walls and the humans outside. His neighbours loud and the humans louder still. He did his best to get through each day though and memorise the routines of the humans that took care of him.

Sometimes mers from the tanks around him were cartes off and returned again, sometimes they just never did. It was always the prettier mers, the ones who showed interest in the humans down below. Prowl deducts that being carted off is very bad and strives to be as antisocial as he can with the humans. He fears for the day his turn comes.

So far, escape is still far away. It was only in the night cycles where most mers were asleep that he could have a quiet reprieve from the over-stimulating environment, where the constant vigilance tore down on him.

It is there that the waves of loneliness would wash over him completely, pulling him under some nights. He would never admit that he laments that no one will come to save him. To get away from it all, what used to be a private pass time now became a self soothing hobby. He sang. Tuneless little melodies to songs he remembered from mainly Jazz.

His songs on those nights were considered some of the most hauntingly beautiful in the aquarium to the skeleton crew humans who worked the night shift. Only amplified when the humpback mer several tanks down that sang to and with him occasionally. They formed a sort of musical comradery.

It was the 55 day cycle here at the facility. The day cycle was stagnant and Prowl was well and truly bored. He swam a few laps around the tank and cleaned up his little burrow but aside from that there was nothing to do. Prowl cursed the humans cleverness, exploiting the mers need for being busy to entertain the crowds outside.

Prowl firmly pushed down the urge to look back at the glass knowing that doing so won't do him any favours. And so he laps, chasing the fish and rearranging the star fish.

The sounds coming from the glass were getting louder today. Way louder than usual. Curiosity getting the better of him, Prowl glanced towards the screen. A large crowd has gathered at his viewing window. Apprehension takes him, he never had so many humans stay in front of his enclosure.

A tiny hint of fear sinks in. Is he being carted off. A human dress in a workers uniform was in front of the crowd talking into a microphone echoing the words into the water "-and today we will be introducing this sweet little baby to what will hopefully be their loving surrogate parent!" Prowl had picked up a few words during his captivity but most of the sentence was beyond him.

The announcer finished with a flourish and the crowd clapped and cheered. The sound of something breaching the surface caught Prowl's awareness. A large box was being lowered into the tank. Prowl fear turned to dread when he saw the little body within it. The faint smell of distress and sick was coming off of them.

Knowing the humans, he kept a fair distance away from the box until it was fully lowered to the bottom of the tank. When the ropes had fully detached he made he way towards the box. At least the sick bastards didn't lock the little one in there. They could have drowned if they did.

Prowl was honestly a bit out of his depth in talking to young kids. The autobot pod didn't have any, the youngest was probably hot rod and they had found him when he was already a teen. Figuring the best way to gather their atte tion was to talk Prowl gently called out to the little form that laid there. The poor thing curled tight in fear slowly unfurled seemingly seeming him approable.

Prowl reached out to touch him, but being unsure of how to start allowed the baby to initiate first contact. Now up close, Prowl was thankful that no visible bruises were seen on the baby. But, it did to his eyes look slightly tired and flushed. Must have been the panic of being moved here taking its toll. They looked old enough to start talking but the little one was silent.

When the baby grasped his finger, Prowl was glad the terror twins weren't there to see him freeze. The world grew smaller until it was just the too of them, a wave of warm emotions unfurled in Prow 's cold heart. If only for a nano click. Another small hand was roaming his chest, pawing at his skin funnily enough it was slightly tickling the adult amusing him.

Wanting to assess the baby further, Prowl brought the little hands to his face scenting them, the baby was slightly malnourished and smelt of burnt sour milk due to the fever raging. They were sicker than he thought and it worried him.

It was then the crowd outside returned him to reality. The loud shouts and cheering shatter their small moment. The baby frightened once again.

Prowl made quick work of the latches. Opening the box and reaching inside for the baby. They were leaving, he was fed up of the unwelcome eyes on them. The baby latched on and curled around his chest rather snuggly, he could feel that they were burning up.

With a few powerful whips of his tail, he breached the surface of the tank allow the little one to breathe. Before diving back down into his little cove to his. It barely fit the too of them.

Kelp was a common herb in the sea incorporated into almost any dish the autobot pod cooked or made. Prowl remembered ratchet giving a lecture to the twin about eating their veggies. That it was also a great staple in medicine for simple illness like fevers. Thinking fast, Prowl slipped out of the cover and grabbed some kelp to use it as medicine for the little one. The humans watched him in fascination but he hardly cared for them. Arriving back to the shivering baby, he chewed up some kelp in his mouth making sure it was turned to paste before spitting it out and feeding it to the little one.

He fed them 3 mouthfuls of kelp before the little one showed signs of being full and drowsy.

The baby nuzzled into his form looking up at him once bleary before laying down to sleep.

Not wanting to awake the little one, Prowl got comfortable for the long unmoving wait of nap time. While the baby slept, Prowl's mind whirled. Well, he definitely wasn't bored now.

'where were their mother, pod? what happened to them, how long had the baby been alone for can they actually speak' many other questions swarmed his mind.

Most of all, his escape plan now had an additional variable. If he were to escape he would be bringing the baby with him. He could only pray to a god he didn't quite believe in: primus to be so merciful to them.

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#transformers #prowl #jazz #transformer sparkling #baby oc #or baby bluestreak take your pick #for funsies #writing ideas #jazzprowl #Eventually yes but for now is a slow burn #inspired by other great fics on ao3 really #writing #first time writer

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