A daily game that challenges our understanding of human cultures. Ten objects. 5,000 years of human history. Guess where and when each artif
An interesting game where you are presented with 10 artifacts from the MET. You have to place where the artifact is from and what time period it is from. Each artifact scores up to 10,000 points, and you lose points the further away your guess is and how far off in time you are. You can only play once a day. Thanks to @baebeylik for showing this to me.
Today I scored really well. Yesterday ... not so much.
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koriand'r x fem!reader x dick grayson. your partners treat you always so nice, and when you try to return them the favor, they don't let you. ╱ pwp, reader is a pillow princess, mdni.
Your body was folded like a pretzel, thighs trembling against your tits, Dick’s thick cock slamming into you so deep you felt him kissing your cervix. Every thrust shoved your ass up the sheets, your slick dripping down his balls, making obscene wet slaps that echoed off the walls.
Kori’s tongue swirled over your swollen clit, flicking it in time with Dick’s rhythm, her fingers pinching and tugging until your hips jerked helplessly. Your brain was mush, just pretty pink static and the need to cum again.
“P-please—oh fuck, I can’t—” you whimpered, voice cracking into a high-pitched whine as your third orgasm ripped through you.
Your pussy clenched around Dick like a fist, gushing over his shaft, and Kori moaned into your folds, licking up every drop like it was candy.
Dick groaned, hips stuttering. “That’s it, baby. Milk me with that greedy little cunt.” He didn’t stop, kept fucking you through the aftershocks until your legs shook and tears streaked your cheeks.
Kori pulled back, lips shiny with your cum, and crawled up to kiss you sloppy and deep. At the same time, she kneads your breasts, pinching the swollen buds, all marked with her teeths.
“You taste like heaven, princess,” she purred against your mouth. “Want us to stop? Or you gonna give us one more?”
You couldn’t even form words, just nodded frantically, drool slipping from the corner of your lips. Dick chuckled, and flipped you onto your stomach. Your face smashed into the pillow, ass up, and he spread your cheeks wide. “Look at this pretty hole. Still fluttering for us.”
Kori slid underneath you, 69-style, her tongue diving back into your pussy while Dick lined up and pushed into your red folds in one slow, filthy glide.
You screamed into the mattress, fingers scrabbling at the sheets. “T-too much—too full—please—”
“Shh, baby,” Kori cooed, sucking your clit into her mouth. “Just take it, you're doing amazing.”
They worked you like a toy. Dick’s cock stretching your walls, Kori’s tongue fucking your cunt, her fingers rubbing tight circles over your clit. Your fourth orgasm hit like a freight train, vision whiting out as you squirted all over Kori’s face. She laughed, delighted, lapping it up while Dick growled and spilled hot inside you.
When they finally pulled out, you were a boneless mess—limbs twitching, holes gaping and leaking. You tried to roll over, reaching blindly for Dick’s cock. “Wanna—wanna suck you—please—”
Dick caught your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Nuh uh, princess. Tonight’s about you.” He kissed your forehead, gentle despite the mess he’d made of you. “Just lay there and be our pretty little cumdump.”
Kori curled around you from behind, spooning you, her fingers lazily tracing your puffy folds. “We’re not done,” she whispered, nipping your ear. “Gonna keep you cumming ‘til you forget your own name.”
You whimpered, already spreading your legs wider. “Yes—please—more—”
in which, DICK GRAYSON and KORIAND'R have had their eye on their best-friend & have had enough waiting for her to make the first move.
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includes: dick grayson x fem!reader x koriand'r, best-friend!reader, mature content (17+), pwp, piv, threesome, jealousy-play, teasing, dirty-talk, making out, dry-humping, voyeurism, cuckolding, brief slapping, spitting, fingering, oral (f. receiving), palming, hair pulling (m. and f. receiving), cow-girl, face-sitting, creampie, cum-eating, switch!reader, switch!dick, switch!kori, 6.0k words.
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kinktober masterlist.
THE APARTMENT was warm, much like it always was following patrol. comforting air crept along the ceiling freely, clinging to the walls and the furniture and the people that made themselves at home in the depth's of dick grayson's couch. both him and kori lounged carelessly together-- a pile of toned and warmed limbs spent from crime fighting away the night. beside them, you laid easily against the couch's throw pillows-- spine decompressing as the movie you had all decided on (something nostalgic, as per dick's wish) echoed throughout the living room.
the smell of popcorn drifted from the coffee table, a bowl of the convenient snack resting teasingly on top of the glass; you reached a hand forward from where you were perched on the other end of the sofa, popping kernels into your mouth effortlessly.
lazy irises of yours gazed towards the couple. dick's hand traced absentminded shapes along kori's skin, and every so often, the girl's lips planted sloppily at dick's pulse-point. it was familiar. normal.
as was the simple pit of jealousy that burned beneath your ribs.
swallowing, you turned your vision back to the movie.
the three of you had fallen into this routine without ever meaning to. long nights blurred and warped into even longer mornings, the sun becoming an awful reminder that you could not spend eternity wrapped up in the amenity of your team-mates; the amenity of your best friends. somehow, though, it became normal for you to crash here, to eat whatever dick burned, to listen to whatever foreign songs kori hummed beneath her breath while you tried not to gawk too longingly.
again, it was easy. familiar.
until it wasn't.
peeking her head out from the crook of her boyfriend's neck, kori tore her vision from the television, allotting it to your frame. hearty cheeks dimpled, and a finger of hers crooked, motioning you closer.
your heart skipped a few beats, though you did not hesitate at kori's silent command. scooting closer, your thigh brushed against hers, palms resting at her ankles. it was light; unthinking. but perhaps it was not so unthinking, because when kori's body seemed to lean into your touch, her smile deepened.
your name echoed gently throughout the room, the sound falling from kori's lips with a certain sort of care that ripped itself through your soul. "you are always so tense after missions," kori commented, quiet enough to almost be hidden underneath dick's laughter at her comment, "even now, resting against me-- your shoulders are like stone."
you hummed, willing the heat that began crawling up your neck to dissipate. "it's the adrenaline," you lied, referring to your nightly patrol, "it'll wear off, kor,"
despite your inadvertent protests, kori's palms still found themselves running along your forearms, all the way up and backwards towards your shoulder blade. "may i?" she asked, green eyes blinking curiously at you. her gaze lingered heavily, question building tensely within the air-- as if her hands on your body were the answer to the inquisitiveness that enveloped her now.
dick glanced over-- damp strands of hair (he had refused to dry his hair properly after his post-mission shower) sticking stubbornly to his forehead. his gaze, you noticed, carried not only something akin to amusement-- but perhaps the same curiosity his girlfriend harnessed as well. permission.
the movie rambled on in the background as you offered her a simple nod.
kori's thumb grazed your bicep, heat prickling beneath her touch. "it is strange," she mused, tilting her head to the side, "when i place my hands on you, your heart-rate quickens," the alien tossed a look behind her to dick, "much like dick's did when i first met him as robin." she swallowed, touch still scorching against your arm, "do you know why that is? perhaps it is a human trait i am unfamiliar with,"
behind her head, you watched dick's face contort into an expression that seemed uncomfortable to anyone who didn't know the man-- but you knew him, and you knew he was fighting back a grin.
your lips parted after a few moments of silence. "i think you know why." the urge to roll your eyes washed over you-- for kori's naivety did not equate stupidity. and in this moment, as you knew koriand'r all too well too, you knew she was weaponizing neither.
the laugh that fell from her lips only confirmed your suspicions. "maybe," she conceded eventually, "but perhaps i want to hear you say it yourself."
envy punctured your lungs as you watched dick raise kori's other hand to his lips, dusting thoughtless kisses along her skin.
"there's nothing to say," you answered simply, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks.
"nothing to say," dick echoed, tongue running along the inside of his cheek, as if to himself, "you're not a very good liar, babe,"
you shot the man a glare, nails digging crescents into the plush of your palms; it came out weaker than you wanted though, and landed truthfully instead of coldly-- your expression mirroring a child who'd gotten caught arm's deep into a cookie jar. "what're you even talking about?"
"you," he laughed, the sound raising goose-bumps along your skin, "you get all quiet when you're trying to hide something-- you've always been like that."
the reminder of how long you've known each other-- how well dick grayson knew you-- caused something to churn within your belly. you opened your mouth to protest, brows knitting-- before kori's hand slipped from your shoulder to your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. whatever words you had had, vanished.
"i don't believe it's about lying," kori said, voice laced with amusement, "more just an admission of... uncertainty."
"uncertain?" dick asked, leaning forward to rest his chin on kori's shoulder, eyes lingering intensely on your frame. "'bout what?"
kori nodded, fiery curls bouncing softly. "about what she wants,"
"what i want?" you questioned, a laugh falling from your throat all too shortly, all too breathless.
both kori and dick ignored you, eyes flickering towards each other momentarily-- before landing back on your frame.
you squirmed underneath their gaze, suddenly all too aware of the way your face fit perfectly in kori's palm, and the way dick's eyes scanned your body-- analyzing. dark lashes resting along his cheek, ocean irises locking onto yours again. you shivered.
"this isn't fair," you tried, face contorting into something desperate.
that got both of their attention, all four eyes snapping upwards to yours. "what isn't, love?" kori questioned.
your veins pulsed beneath your skin, finger-tips tingling and ears prickling with heat. "you're talking about me as if i'm not even here," you voice was unwavering, impressively, as kori's digit still pressed lightly against your bottom lip, "you're... acting as if you know how i feel, and you're laughing about it--!"
dick's tongue darted outwards, wetting his lips. "we're not laughing at you." his voice was steady. certain. believable.
"then what are you doing? if not making fun of me," you questioned, eyes lowering and voice trailing off.
"you are misunderstood," kori acknowledged solemnly. "we never intended to make you upset-- all i am is curious about the way you are," she admitted, "curious about the way you get so... bashful, around dick and i."
"i don't get bashful," you snorted, though your voice was thin and unconvincing-- even to your own ears.
dick grinned, jutting his chin forward gently, towards you. "yes you do," he fought, "like right now."
heat bloomed across the expanse of your skin-- your tank-top now painfully revealing.
"you are our best friend," kori continued, "it is only natural i inquire about the way you make us feel,"
"i... what?" you asked, confusion soaking into your expression. "the way i make you both feel?"
"for i have noticed that you are only reciprocal in these feelings." kori finished, ignoring your question. "am i wrong?"
you swallowed deeply, your skin flushing in places you weren't even aware could heat up. "i--"
"what do you want?" dick interjected, voice low. "be honest with yourself," he murmured, circling back to kori's previous comment.
"you're both ridiculous," you finally managed, jaw tightening, "i don't want anything. everything you're... accusing me of, it's adrenaline, i told you."
"so, the way that you stare at kori when you think i'm not looking-- are you saying that's adrenaline, too?" dick asked.
shiiit.
"i don't stare at--" you sighed, "you're imagining it."
"am i?" he asked, tone maddeningly gentle.
kori pressed her thumb harder into your lip, a reminder of the reality of your situation. dick's chin remained glued to kori's shoulder, his gaze warm and taunting-- unrelenting, just as his girlfriend's.
"you're allowed to look at me," kori finally offered, voice impossibly low. her own eyes traced your lips in full now, unashamed in her gawking. "you're allowed to look at dick, too."
"you're allowed to want us," dick added on, blinks slow. purposeful.
you swallowed. "it's selfish."
"it's hot." dick corrected.
"we wouldn't have brought it up like this, had it been upsetting to either of us," he reassured, reaching one of his hands across the small gap between you and kori, his fingers finding the strap of your tank-top, fiddling idly.
"we know what we want-- and it is not to play with your feelings-- so just say with words that it's what you want, too," kori urged calmly, "because your body has said it for you for far longer than you realize."
silence settled heavily between the three of you. the kind that buzzed, electric and full of static. kori's thumb was still against your lip, her skin warm and steady; for the first time tonight, you hadn't felt like there was an insatiable desire burning between your bones that could not be cured. for the first time in weeks, you felt surprisingly close to the edge of contentment-- like this was the crescendo of every yearning thought that wafted throughout your mind, like every flip of your stomach, every jitter within your finger-tips, every throb of your cunt, was finally being answered.
you didn't feel ashamed to be in love with your best friends.
not as you watched kori breathe-- the slow rise of her chest, the curve of her mouth softening. softening as if something inside of her had finally decided that this was a line she wanted to cross. then, so gently you almost missed it, her hand migrated from your jaw to the side of your neck. your pulse raced underneath her palm.
kori's touch was no longer questioning; it was certain.
"may i?" she asked again, quieter this time-- but there wasn't really a question in it.
your answer was barely a nod, but it was enough.
kori leaned forward. the scent of her shampoo-- sweet, intoxicating, something akin to bitter-sweet summer evenings-- hit before anything else. her lips brushed the corner of your mouth, feather-light. not quite a kiss, but something that made your pulse stutter.
from somewhere behind her, dick exhaled-- a low sound, not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh. completion, perhaps.
you were not certain who moved-- whether it was you, desperately clambering yourself into kori's lap, or kori, lifting you easily on top of her-- but you had found yourself straddling the woman. both of your thighs wrapped around her hips, your mouths still connected as you kissed without regard for anything else.
it was growing messy, reckless-- your tongues had not waited to meet, and spit dribbled from the corners of your mouth. the sound of your kisses battled the noise of the long forgotten movie, wet and obscene in comparison.
kori hummed against your lips, her palms finding purchase on the plush of your ass-- holding you impossibly close to her body, tilting her head ever so slightly to deepen the kiss. deepen how close the both of you were, deepen how tightly you both were to be infused with the other's soul.
your own hands had snaked their way to the nape of kori's neck-- fingers dancing along scorching hot baby-hairs, tugging at the roots of the mane of curls that made kori kori.
dark lashes of hers batted gently against your cheek as she continued to suck on your tongue-- sounds emanating wildly from the both of you. vaguely, dick huffed beside you; grumbling under his breath, hand running through the dark locks that slowly dried on top of his scalp.
you attempted to pay the man no mind as you and kori continued to kiss; her hands wandering from you ass to your hips, briefly squeezing and rocking you against her crotch-- you whined, bucking your own hips in response.
what little friction you were craving burned between the both of you. your cunt was throbbing beneath the fabric of your pajama pants, panties dampening with each swipe of kori's tongue along your own. the woman beneath you was not shy in her showcase of affections and desire either-- hips rocking upwards into you with the same amount of fervor coursing through her veins as well.
an evil grin broke out across your face as your hands jumped from the back of kori's head to her tits-- groping and squeezing the fat against her chest overtop of her own tank-top; she gasped, and you took the opportunity to tilt your head and stick your tongue down her throat even deeper than before.
the scene was filthy. with the movie long forgotten, heat radiated off of both you and the alien in extraordinary waves.
if only dick had allowed you to continue; big, sturdy palms found your hair and yanked (as gently as he could, given the action) you backwards and off of the alien. opening your eyes in shock, you were met with a prettily flushed koriand'r, and a mean looking dick grayson-- who, despite the cockiness dripping from his face-- had a slight dusting of pink scattered along his cheeks as well.
"m'getting jealous over here," he murmured, blue irises darting towards your swollen lips, before he brought your face to his.
rolling your eyes, you kissed him back; it was sweet, at first. almost hesitant-- before dick remembered he had just watched you and his girlfriend make-out, and you felt as the rest of his resolve crumbled.
where kori had licked your bottom lip in a sweet command for you to open your mouth, dick bit. it was quick and fairly painless-- but the fat of your mouth still tingled as you gasped at the action, feeling the sudden intrusion of dick's tongue in you own mouth.
the grasp dick had on your jaw was intoxicating. gripping your chin with a purpose, your head was tilted within his palm-- giving himself perfect access to your mouth without him having to ask. the strength he used, skin burning beneath his touch, made your pussy pulse. with little care, your hips bucked instinctively again on top of kori-- and you felt her hands snake their way around your waist, guiding your movements to continue.
"i know," she hummed, finger-tips digging into your midsection, "dick kisses so good, huh? makes you want to grind your cunt against me, right, sweet-heart?"
you moaned into dick's mouth at kori's words-- nodding along to the filth that fell from her lips as though you had no clue what else to do. your hips seemed to move on their own, bucking and bucking and bucking, chasing a friction only kori's body seemed to cure.
dick continued to kiss you back with an intensity that only made your cunt ache desperately-- his tongue, his lips, his saliva purely taking up every thought that floated within your mind. only when he pulled back ever so slightly, did you open your eyes; blinking hazily at the couple, vision flickering between the two of them as if they were god's greatest gift to you.
"hey," dick whispered, thumb running along the bottom of your lip, "did kori tell you you could stop trying to fuck yourself on her?"
a shiver travelled tantalizingly up your spine-- igniting something impossibly needy and loud between your legs.
"well, no--" you tried, before kori's palm met your cheek in a muffled slap!
...
your panties were beyond saving.
"that's right," dick spoke again, paying his girlfriend's hit no mind as he brought his lips impossibly close to yours, forced your mouth open with his thumb and spat right into your mouth. "she didn't."
kori purred beside dick, her hands leaving your waist only to find purchase on dick's cheeks instead-- forcing his face mere inches away from her own. "it's alright," she said, feigned sympathy dripping from her words, "since you simply don't want this," she beckoned to dick by sticking her tongue outwards and slooowly licking her way from his adam's apple to his mouth, "you'll just have to watch dick and i instead."
rendered speechless, you watched painfully as kori and dick's lips found each others-- and the both of them fused as if it was the most natural thing in the world. dick groaned against kori's lips, tongues slotting against the other's with zero regard for you-- who, little by little, was being inched off of kori's lap.
"no, i do want that," you whispered.
when the couple heard you and pulled away from each other, a strand of saliva kept them connected-- green and blue irises boring themselves into your figure.
"oh, you do?" dick asked, cocking his head to the side.
you nodded, head bobbing.
the duo laughed, and kori gently pushed you off of her-- your knees meeting the rug of dick's apartment with a soft thud.
"you should've said it properly, n' like a good girl, when we asked the first time then." dick mother-fucking grayson giggled, leaning forward to suck on kori's neck. they were both turned towards each other on the couch now, bodies facing away from the television, and you, as kori's fingers tangled themselves in dick's damp hair.
"say what you really want," kori addressed to you, your name stuttering from her lips as dick pressed a hot kiss to pulse-point. "then we'll consider it."
no words came to you as you continued to watch dick imprint himself onto kori-- searing lips travelling every inch of her skin, hands fondling and groping where yours had once been-- over top of her tits, onto her toned belly, beneath her tank-top.
the woman whined as, what seemed like an eternity later, dick's fingers finally dipped below the waistband of her sleep-shorts. "dick," she muttered, eyes squinting as her boyfriend's hands slinked south, "isn't this about her tonight?"
your stomach flipped from your spot on the carpet.
how fucking pathetic. you were sure if you had had ears and a tail, they'd be perked upwards and wagging with a stupid amount of anticipation. it was shameful, how worked up you had become, at the thought of being given attention.
not that you cared though. not with the heat that was becoming painful within your lower belly.
all dick did in response, however, was shake his head-- peeling kori's shorts and panties off of her body and tossing them somewhere across the room.
"maybe," he sighed, looking pleased at the way kori's pussy had glistened underneath the lighting of the television, "but i think she's better off sayin' what she wants if she can see what she's missing, first."
dragging a finger through kori's cunt, dick grinned. dimpled cheeks suddenly faced you, pointedly, as two of dick's fingers found kori's clit-- rolling heavy and tight circles methodically.
"isn't that right?" he asked you, fingers unrelenting against kori's clit.
you whined, bottom lip being caught between your teeth as you watched dick continue to finger his girlfriend. "m-mhm,"
dick tsked, vision moving back towards kori's pussy at your response. his pupils were blown, and his digits were steady along kori's cunt-- all the while she shuddered and gasped, hips bucking against his hand in a steady rhythm.
"gods-- dick," she heaved, hands clutching desperately at a throw-pillow. strong thighs closed and re-opened against dick's hands as he leaned forward again-- painting feather-light kisses along her collarbone.
dick's free hand found one of her thighs, shoving and holding it open as his thumb replaced his two longer digits, pointer finger now prodding at her sopping entrance. when the man pressed in, your own pussy pulsed in anticipation, as if you could feel him within you too, and kori's back arched meanly away from the couch.
he hushed kori, finger beginning to pump in and out of her with obscene squelches emanating from her cunt. "see? isn't this what you want?" dick asked you, as your name echoed throughout the room.
"yeah, yes-- please," you stuttered, your own grip on your thighs going iron.
dick added a second finger, crooking them within kori juuust right-- causing her to cry out in pleasure. "c'mere then; come put your mouth to use, prove that you want us to fuck you."
he motioned with a jut of his chin towards kori's weeping cunt-- and you, making no mistake, crawled between her legs.
pressing kisses up kori's thighs, you watched her shudder against dick's fingers; the man knuckles deep within his girlfriend. your lips dampened with your saliva and her sweat-- an oddly sweet and exhilarating taste filling every possible sense.
when your lips reached impossibly close to her pussy, dick finally pulled his fingers out-- they shone obscenely underneath the lighting of his living room, and, shameless, dick popped them into his mouth. he groaned at the taste of her, using a sturdy hand to push your face into her cunt. "she tastes so good, so sweet," he moaned, "try for yourself."
(you could've sworn the tiniest of whimpers fell from kori's lips).
you peppered hot and teasing kisses to her cunt, feeling her fingers explore the back of your head-- pulling you closer to her. with a certain dip of your head, your lips connected to her pussy-- wet kisses painted across her folds with reckless abandon.
kori moaned into her fist, head tilting backwards onto the couch as dick stuck his fingers back down onto her clit-- rubbing, rolling, pinching as if only to tease his girlfriend as you finally stuck your tongue out. dick had been right; as you swirled your digit along kori's folds, a passionately sweet taste annihilated your senses. kori's slick dampened the lower half of your face, and you continued to lap at her as she tugged you impossibly closer to her pussy.
"yes--!" she gasped, hips bucking against your face, "just like that,"
flattening your tongue, you dragged it up and down again and again and again along kori's cunt-- chasing her pleasure as if it was your own. dick's fingers remained glued to her clit, pushing her closer and closer towards her release; glancing over at the man above kori's toned thighs, you saw how he was palming himself.
despite your best friend doing nothing to deserve it-- one of your hands left kori's thighs, and reached beside her to dick's. you gave his leg a hearty squeeze, muscle thick underneath your palm-- before moving towards the outline of his cock. your ministrations at kori's pussy, however, remained unrelenting. curling your tongue and poking it forward, your appendage breached her entrance; slick sweeter than ever before. you moaned against her at the taste, hand curving delightfully against dick's bulge.
you heard the man hiss, his own hips jutting forward ever so slightly to keep your hand against his hardening cock-- the pressure of your palm against him just enough to keep his satiated for now. "shit," he mumbled, watching you begin to tongue-fuck kori, "aren't you the over-achiever?"
at his teasing, you managed to flip him off; the sound of dick's laugh reverberating throughout his living room playfully. you felt a finger-- one of dick's, that had been incessantly rolling kori's clit-- push forward to flick your nose gently, before going back to their previous action. you grinned against kori's cunt. she clenched around your tongue, throbbing underneath the sheer desire to cum.
kori's fingers still remained curled along your head, keeping you impossibly close to her pussy. her chest was heaving, a glittering sheen of sweat glistening against her apricot skin. "it d-does not matter," kori mumbled, hips steadily rocking against your face, "she's doing such a wonderful job,"
dick hummed in agreement, your palm still rubbing and aiding the dull throb underneath his sweatpants. "that's right," he purred, "being such a good girl for us."
breaking the rhythm that had lapsed over the room, kori cried out-- back arching off of the couch again. at her pleasure, dick glanced downwards to see that you had, somehow, managed to pull your face away from kori's pussy. in the abcense of your tongue, however, you had stuck two of your own fingers inside of the woman; crooking and curling them against kori's g-spot, pistoning them in and out and in again.
the combination of your fingers, as well as dick's, had kori spiraling quickly towards an orgasm. her legs twitched in an attempt to close around the two sets of hands that ambushed her pussy, but dick's grip of her legs kept her spread and open for the both of you. "take it," dick groaned, bulge grinding into your hand, "i know you can, kor,"
"please," you whined helplessly, fingers sliding in and out of kori with ease-- "i want you to cum on my fingers so bad, baby,"
hearing your pleas, kori shuddered; her mouth fell open, the slightest trail of drool beginning to seep down her chin, and the silent cry of her orgasm washed over her. the intensity had you reeling-- watching kori's cunt weep and pulse right in front of you, you couldn't help it; your mouth found her pussy again.
dick grinned widely, his fingers also keeping a steady pace against her clit-- your mouth and his digits now pushing her orgasm, milking every single tremour and twitch her body could provide.
"that's it," you hummed, muffled vibrations sending shocks up kori's spine, "been wanting this so badly."
green irises blew open, and kori suddenly gasped-- her entire body aching away from your actions. "it's too much!" she sobbed, pussy beginning to ache with overstimulation.
there was a pause in your movements, to dissect kori's face, and-- god. several curls stuck to her forehead from sweat, and her cheeks were tinged a deep shade of orange; if you squinted, you could even pick up flickers of emerald and ivy dancing within her irises. she was stunning.
pulling away, you used the back of your palm to wipe your chin; not before licking any remaining residue of kori from your lips, though. dick delivered a few careless smacks to her cunt, causing the alien to jolt, before pulling his hand off of her. he too, stuck his fingers in his mouth-- desperate to taste whatever lingering traces of her orgasm remained seeped into his digits.
warmth radiated off of all three of you-- and you pressed your palm, harder than before, onto dick's cock. he exhaled shortly at your action, cobalt irises blinking down at you through thick lashes as your voice broke through the comfortable silence that had formed.
"can i fuck you now?" you questioned, to neither one of them in particular. on any other occasion, you would have despised sounding so desperate; but your own pussy was pulsating with a need you were sure now, had grown insatiable. it clenched and throbbed against nothing, craving nothing more than to be filled by someone's fingers, mouth, or cock--
"well you've certainly earned it, love," kori said eventually, after letting her breathing even; "dick," she mumbled, tilting her head towards the man, "lie down on the couch."
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there was no way to tell how long you had been riding dick's cock, save for that the movie's credits had longed ended. your bare body glistened underneath the soft lighting of the living room, hands holding steadily against the back of the couch as you rocked back and forth, grinding your cunt against the bottom of dick's lower stomach. he throbbed inside of you, his own hips rocking upwards to meet your sloppy bounces, moans muffled by kori's cunt.
"f-fuck," you breathed, head tilting backwards to expose your neck to kori-- who, from her seat on dick's face-- leaned forward to suck and kiss and lick at your throat. she too was bare, and grinding her own cunt down onto her boyfriend's mouth-- reveling in the feeling of his big, sturdy palms grasping and molding the flesh of her ass underneath his grip.
the tip of dick practically abused your g-spot-- rubbing again and again and again along the spongy tissue within your cunt, every vein and every ridge of his cock massaging your insides. "you feel so good, dick," you moaned, ass slapping against dick's thighs as you continued to ride him.
in response, all the man could do was moan against kori's folds-- causing kori to moan against your neck.
every sensation you had was being ravaged all at once. the room stunk of sweat and sex and lust, not a single coherent thought beyond fuck me floating around any of your heads. it was almost too much-- but perhaps, that was what made it tantalizingly enough. every second you had spent yearning for something more with your best friends, remained now a thing of the past as your pussy squelched around dick. there was no telling where you began and where either kori or dick ended-- only the sensation of being filled, being stuffed, consuming your mind.
"you like-- haah-- being used like this, don't you?" kori asked dick, suddenly, reaching behind her to grab a fistful of raven locks. through hazy, tear-ridden vision, you watched dick nod-- his tongue still working tirelessly at his girlfriend's cunt. kori tugged, and the man whined from beneath her; you felt his cock twitch impossibly within your pussy, and you grinned.
bringing your body upwards, you slammed down onto the length of dick once again-- causing his back to arch off of the couch, and hips to stutter against yours. he throbbed again, growing desperately, achingly hard within the plush and warmth of your cunt.
"you gonna cum, dick?" you asked, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you continued to riiide dick into the couch. frantically, you watched the man nod-- his chin dripping with kori's slick, and palms gripping almost painfully hard at her thighs.
kori laughed-- an airy sort of sound that broke through one of her moans. you joined her, hands diving into the thick mop of curls on top of her head.
"'course," you quipped, hips speeding up on top of dick, "such a slut for us."
with kori's teeth sinking into your shoulder, suddenly-- (dick had begun spelling his name out against her pussy)-- your cunt fluttered, strangling the man's cock. and that was what sent dick over the edge; a strangled set of moans and expletives flew from his mouth, muffled by kori's cunt, as dick's cum flooded your cunt. his cock throbbed and throbbed and throbbed-- hot ropes infiltrating your womb as if there was an endless supply. you moaned in tandem, too, the sensation of being filled up letting you teeter precariously close to the edge of your own orgasm.
without thinking, you reached upwards softly-- gripping kori's face, only to smash your mouths together. kori made of a sound almost akin to shock, before kissing you back with no hesitation. it was just as sloppy as kissing her before had been; drool everywhere, lips swollen, and cunt's throbbing-- puckering and sucking on the alien's mouth messily.
just as her hands found your hair-- you paused, pulling off of her; pleasure wracked through your body, and you wanted to speak before your orgasm hit you. "shiiit," you moaned, pussy clenching desperately onto the cock within you, "k-kor," you gasped, "switch with me,"
kori had not faltered at your words-- pulling herself off of dick's face with little struggle, her cunt was sopping and easily sucked in her boyfriend's cock as she took the seat you had once been. you, on the other-hand, placed yourself easily onto dick's mouth, ignoring any protests falling from the man.
coincidentally, though, you did not think you had heard any.
you sighed, back arching as dick's tongue began to lap your cunt-- the taste of your arousal and his cum bombarding his senses. he whined underneath you-- crying out about how it was t'much! but you hadn't paid him much mind as your hips rocked against his mouth. you were chasing your orgasm now, grinding your cunt down onto dick's tongue with little regard for the man beneath you.
"c'mon dick," kori cooed from behind you, tone mockingly sweet, "you can take it."
a laugh broke itself from your chest as kori mocked what dick had told her earlier-- before plump lips wrapped around your clit. you gasped, hips stuttering on top of dick's face as he sucked harshly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
much like your alien counter-part, your hands had found dick's hair with no issue-- pulling on it as a means to make yourself cum on your best friend's mouth.
dick had had the same plans too-- his hands, momentarily, found your hips to raise you off of his face, and he muttered (voice terribly fucked out), "please, baby-- please, cum on my tongue-- we taste s'good together, it's all i want,"
cutting him off with a slam of your cunt back down on his face, you moaned as his tongue curled its way inside you-- prodding at your insides, coaxing your orgasm out.
his efforts proved fruitful as your pussy began to spasm along his mouth-- hips rocking forward desperately to draw every last twitch and flutter and pulse of your cunt, out. your mouth had fallen open silently in an 'o' shape, eyes screwing shut in pure ecstasy.
dick moaned whorishly beneath you, as if he, too, could feel the pleasure that prickled your finger-tips-- the taste of your cum coating his tongue, your lust causing his vision to blur. the sound of skin slapping-- kori's ass now against dick's thighs-- echoing distantly throughout the room as your own thighs closed desperately around dick's head.
"holy shit, dick--!" you cried, legs twitching.
he groaned between your folds, hands keeping your cunt impossibly close to his face. "m'not done," you heard him say, twisting your head backwards to watch kori fuck herself onto her boyfriend's cock. she moaned and whined feeling his appendage keep her terribly full, the tiniest bulge in her lower belly appearing every time she slammed herself down onto him again.
your cunt fluttered, and the hot, raging sensation of needing to be filled again consumed you; "you better-- fuck-- not be," you whispered, grinding down onto dick's mouth, "wanna watch you fill kori up,"
from behind you, kori moaned-- the idea of dick's cum stuffing her cunt entirely too intoxicating. the feeling of it dripping down his shaft as he continuously pulsed inside of her, perhaps even the feeling of you licking it out of her-- made her hips stutter, a slutty little whimper falling from her lips. "god--"
"then i want you to fill me up," you moaned, pussy drooling into dick's mouth, "again n' again n' again."
the words tumbled past your lips with a reckless sort of passion, absorbing and engorging every feeling of lust, desperation, love-- that had somehow tangled itself between you and your best friends. from beneath you-- dick's hands gave a hearty squeeze to your waist, keeping you anchored to him (perhaps in more ways than one). behind, kori had snaked her fingers onto your wrist, threading her steady and slender ones with yours; the three of you somehow seemed to move in sync, and despite the absolute obscenity of the entire night-- you felt oddly at peace. oddly wholesome. oddly, not overwhelmed-- at home.
PLUVOiA 25’ ® - masterlist
loren's thots: i feel like a deadbeat dad the way i abandon yall and then sometimes come back. ......... can yall forgive papa 💔 speaking of deadbeat..... i think i got ghosted by my situationship,,,, wtvvvv more time to write for yall ion een want him fr....
You want another baby and who is Jason to say no to you when you ask so nicely?
Tags/CW: 18+ MDNI, DILF!Jason x wife reader, girl dad Jason, breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex (obvs) cowgirl position, fingering, creampies, subby Jason, loads of dirty talking, edging, squirting, yup thats all, im genuinely going insane over this panel. (5k words)
It started as something simple, really. Just a line. A suggestion, technically.
“Jaybird, want to have another baby?”
You’d tossed it out there like it was nothing.
And Jason took that personally.
It’s been about an hour since your oldest daughter was whisked away by her best friend’s mom for her first sleepover ever. She was vibrating with excitement the whole time. You… were not.
Jason handled bedtime stories and tucking in for your youngest daughter, your little four-year-old, and when he finally came to check on you, he found you curled up in bed with the photo album open across your lap—tiny newborn faces, gummy smiles, wobbly first steps. All the proof of years that slipped by a little too fast.
He doesn’t announce himself when he comes in. Just settles onto the edge of the mattress, that soft dip you feel before anything else. A quiet little I’m here, sweetheart without the words.
You don’t look up. Your thumb keeps running along the plastic photo sleeve, like you could rub it warm enough to step back inside those moments.
Jason watches you for a long second. His presence creeps up on you like heat from a fireplace—nothing loud, just steady and impossible to ignore.
“Babe,” he murmurs, voice low, the rasp he saves for late nights and soft things. “You okay?”
Objectively, absolutely not. You’ve been unraveling ever since your oldest bounded out the front door with her glitter-covered sleepover bag, didn’t even wave, just dove into the car like she’d been waiting for this exact freedom her whole life.
You let out a thin, shaky laugh. “She didn’t even look back. Just sprinted off like we’ve been holding her hostage.”
Jason huffs a quiet laugh that warms your ribs. “She’s brave. Gets it from her mom.”
You snort, because if he’d witnessed your pre-departure meltdown pacing around the kitchen like a wild animal, he might reconsider.
The album shifts when he covers your hand with his—big, warm, sure. His thumb strokes your knuckles once, twice. Slow enough that your breathing finds a little rhythm to match.
“You miss the baby stage,” he says, soft and certain. He’s not teasing. He just knows you.
Your throat tightens. “I miss… I don’t know. Everything? The way they used to need me. Need us. I blinked and now she’s going to sleepovers and making friendship bracelets and talking about boys who can do backflips on the playground.”
He immediately frowns. “Okay! First of all she’s definitely not allowed to talk about boys doing anything.”
The corners of your mouth twitch, and your laugh comes out watery, but it’s there. His smile says he’ll take it.
“And second,” he adds, quieter, his knee nudging against your hip as he shifts closer, “you’re allowed to miss it.”
“Jaybird,” you warn, barely. “Wanna have another baby?”
You finally meet his eyes, those soft, blueish green and you can see it. The moment he considers the offhand comment you made. He takes your hand fully this time, brings it to his lips, and presses a kiss to the back of it—slow, tender, deliberate. The kind that sinks straight into your bones.
And he looks at you like he already knows exactly what you were really asking for.
He doesn’t let go of your hand after that kiss. If anything, his hold settles deeper, fingers slipping between yours like he’s anchoring himself there.
“Move over,” he murmurs.
You blink, but do it anyway, shifting back against the pillows. Jason follows immediately—stretches out beside you, one arm sliding behind your shoulders so you can lean into him. It’s instinct at this point, how your body fits along his like a habit you never unlearned.
The photo album ends up on the nightstand with a soft thump. You don’t remember moving it. Jason must’ve done it, because his palm is already smoothing up your arm, slow, deliberate strokes that make your breath catch in a different way.
“Y’know,” he says quietly, voice brushing the shell of your ear, “I too, think it’s been so long since i’ve seen you in a baby bump.”
That, oh that sends a shiver up your spine.
His breath ghosts over your skin, warm and dangerous, and your whole body reacts before your mind even catches up. A tight, startled inhale. That sharp little tremor at the base of your spine. Heat blooming under your ribs like someone lit a match.
You pull back just enough to look at him—because surely he didn’t say that. Surely he’s not dropping that kind of line while you’re already soft and wobbly and emotional and so, so turned on by the thought.
His fingers trace the curve of your hip through the blanket, slow enough to be of ulterior motive but gentle enough to still be comforting. “What?” he asks, voice warm and easy. “It’s true.”
You try to swallow past the tightness in your chest, but he’s leaning in again, forehead brushing yours, his nose nudging the tip of yours like he’s trying to coax your reaction out of hiding.
He drops his voice lower, the way he does when he wants you to feel it instead of hear it.
“Mmh?” he hums, thumb stroking the inside of your wrist like he’s trying to soothe you and rile you up at the same time.
You feel another shiver crawl up your spine. And he feels it—of course he feels it—because his eyes dip to your lips, and then lower, traveling the length of your body pressed against his.
He doesn’t touch anywhere new. Doesn’t move in. Doesn’t break a single boundary.
He just says, softer now, “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about it.”
Your breath catches. You don’t move, afraid it’ll break whatever fragile, intimate, moment is happening in the space between you that’s sending electricity down your spine.
Jason has been an incredible father so far; the kind who wakes up for the 2am feedings and teaches complicated things with boundless patience. The kind of father who braids your daughters’ hair, reads them bedtime stories every single night and holds them in his arms constantly. Seeing him in that role, so soft and focused and so natural, like he’s never struggled with family issues a day in his life, only amplifies your aching need for another round of that beautiful chaos.
You want another baby with your hair and his eyes!
And so you tell him, with a tiny whine.
Jason leans in just enough that his forehead rests against yours again. His hand is quickly moving, slipping the strap of your nightgown down to your shoulder.
“Say what, sweetheart, wanna make a baby now?”
His fingers skim your shoulder so lightly it almost doesn’t register at first—just a warm drift of touch, barely there, until the strap of your nightgown eases down and the cool air kisses your skin. His hand rests just below your collarbone now—steady, warm, not wandering, not pushing. Just holding. Just asking.
Your fingers curl into his shirt without you deciding to, pulling him the tiniest bit closer. Your heart is pounding—loud enough you’re sure he can feel it through your palm.
“Jason, don’t tease…” you breathe, and for a heartbeat you think your voice might crack.
His hand slides up your arm, slow and reassuring, thumb brushing over the bare skin he’s just revealed. Still, it is a tiny bit greedy.
The heat between your legs, that had been somewhat bearable by now, starts tingling, pulsing a little too tight. You rub your legs together in an attempt to soothe it, but it doesn’t work. You swallow back a moan, eyes closing for half a second because the warmth in your chest feels too big for your ribs.
When you open them again, he’s right there; waiting, patient, running his pointer finger from the crook of your neck to the trim of your bust hopeful in that quiet, earnest way only he ever manages. And your answer slips out in a breath, soft and honest.
“I mean, giving the girls a little sibling? Watching you fall asleep with a baby on your chest on the couch wrapped in a baby blanket? I… looove the thought of it.”
Jason exhales shakily, but you feel the way it loosens something in him. It makes you bite your lower lip in anticipation.
His finger rests at your jugular vein for a clock’s tick, almost grateful, then, ever so softly, his whole palm is wrapping around your throat.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he whispers and starts kissing your jaw.
And then, before you can blink he is straddling you, trapping your body beneath him and the mattress and his hips, still clothed, take an experimental buckle towards you.
You’re already a whimpering mess. And Jason overwhelms your senses by stealing a kiss out of your eager, parted lips, just so he can try to swallow all of your moans.
Then he rolls his lips into yours again, just so you can feel how hard he is beneath his sweatpants.
You gasp, a sharp, ragged sound that’s swallowed by the sudden closeness. The buckle is a simple friction—just enough of a promise to make your hips lift instinctively beneath him, a silent, desperate plea for more.
You feel your underwear starting to form a wet patch— the effect he has on you is insane.
“Jay,” you breathe again, but this time your voice is a broken noise, half-command, half-surrender. It’s too late for teasing now; the air is thick, charged, and everything that was quiet moments ago is now screaming in your blood.
He stops the movement, leaning his head down to the side of your neck, his breath ghosting over the pulse his palm had just claimed.
"Good," he murmurs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Don't stop making those sounds, I might cave and give you what you want.”
His hand leaves your throat, moving to cup the side of your head, threading into your hair. His kisses travel from your lips, to your jaw, then to the vulnerable, sensitive skin just behind your ear, and the small, electric nips of his lips, tucked under his few days stubble, send another wave of heat pooling lower in your stomach.
He shifts slightly, the movement aligning him more firmly over you, and the pressure of his clothed hips is a crushing, exquisite agony that makes you dig your heels into the mattress.
When he finally pulls back an inch, his eyes are dark and heavy, burning even. His free hand dips beneath the blanket, ignoring the remaining strap of your nightgown, and finds the spot he’s been heating; your thigh, right where it meets your hip. He doesn’t stroke, doesn’t wander—he grips the elastic line of your panties, firmly. A possessive hold that anchors him and reminds you he is utterly serious.
“So fucking wet already,”
He pulls his head back just enough to lock eyes with you, his gaze intense and demanding. His breath is coming faster now, rough and uneven against the sudden silence of the room.
"Tell me what you want," he demands, his voice a low, gravelly rasp of pure need. His mouth is inches from yours, and the patience is finally gone, replaced by a consuming desire that mirrors your own.
His fingers find your slit, and trace a line from your impossibly wet entrance to tap on your clit. The touch feels like a vice, despite how featherlight it is.
You don't have the breath to form an actual answer, but in your need, you find the strength to.
“Fuck– i want you to put a baby in me.”
All you can manage is a whimper then, your hands moving up from his shirt to tangle fiercely in the small line of grey hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him inexorably the last few inches.
He takes the invitation instantly, his mouth crashing down on yours with a fierce, starved hunger that obliterates the last of comfortable teasing. There’s a sudden, immediate heat—not just the friction of the kiss, but the intoxicating taste of him. You meet his intensity, your own lips parting as you try to consume the sound of his groan that pours into your mouth.
He pulls his hand away from the line of your panties only to shove the blanket down to your ankles with a quick, frustrated movement, revealing the whole length of your legs pressed against the sheet. He shifts his weight, leveraging his hips back just enough to create space between your bodies.
His mouth is back on yours, savagely, but his hands are everywhere else. One hand grips your hip bone, holding you steady, while the other finally—finally—dives beneath your nightgown.
He pushes the thin fabric up, bunched around your waist and chest, exposing you fully to the cool air.
His palm is scorching against your bare stomach, then after a pause to imagine uou round and full again, it moves lower, slipping inside the band of your panties again. Though, he doesn't tease this time. He finds the swollen, aching seam of your pussy, and his pointer and middle fingers press into your slick entrance, while his thumb thuds on your clit.
You cry out into his kiss, a high, strangled sound that’s half shock, half delirious relief. The back and forth movement of his thick fingers as he enters you is exactly what you need.
He pulls his mouth away from yours, panting, and looks down to look at where his fingers are buried in you. He watches the way your hips immediately begin to buck beneath him, chasing the insistent pressure of his fingers as he curls them upwards, finding that delicious spongy spot inside you that always makes you melt.
His thumb circles your clit restlessly, even when his one knee moves to pin one of your legs in place.
Seriously, how is he able to do this?
Jason shifts his weight again, the straddling of his hips grinding lightly in the perfect rhythm with his fingers, adding external pressure that pushes you right to the edge.
Your breath escapes your lungs on a long, shuddering gasp as his fingers curl deep, hitting that sensitive point that’s making your pussy drool with sweet precision. You whimper his name—a pleading sound now—your heels digging into the mattress again as a wave of intense sensation crests through you.
"Not yet, sweetheart," he whispers, the sound rough.
He leans down quickly, his stubbled jaw grazing the sensitive skin of your neck again, leaving a trail of lava-like kisses on your skin. He captures your collarbone between his teeth, a light, just slightly painful nip, then moves to the curve of your breast, covered only by the bunched nightgown.
His mouth finds your nipple through the fabric and he worries it tenderly between his teeth.
“Yuh-you gonna make ‘em full of milk again babe?” You choke, squirming against the pillow underneath you.
The thumb circling your clit slows, then stops, replaced by a firm, unbearable press. His fingers still remain deeply buried inside you, curling against your velvety walls in slow sweeps. The sudden shift in rhythm forces a moan from your throat as you arch against the pleasure of the anticipation.
He lifts his head, his gaze demanding yours, a predatory glint in the darkness of his eyes. "You like that, love?" he asks, his voice low, heavy with the promise that he knows exactly what he's doing.
He watches your reaction carefully before placing a kiss on your still clothed nipple; that sharp, needy arch of your hips, for only another second before the control snaps. The low growl in his throat is your only warning.
The thumb that had been steadingly pressing your clit suddenly releases, and his fingers pull out just enough to gather momentum, then plunge back in—hard, fast, and relentless. The rhythmic driving of his fingers is just what the ache in your core demands, and you are immediately lost to the sensation, a noise tearing from your throat that you barely recognize as your own.
As he pumps his fingers inside you, his focus shifts. He uses the hand that had been gripping your hip to push the fabric of your gown completely away from your chest. Then, his head descends.
“‘M gonna do whatever you want me to, sweetheart,”
He doesn't stop the fucking of his fingers inside you—if anything, the motion becomes more forceful, driving you harder against the mattress—but his mouth finds the swollen, aching curve of your breast. He latches on with a hungry fervor, drawing a sharp, involuntary gasp from you. His tongue is hot against your sensitive skin as he alternates from one tit to the other. And it’s too much— too electric, too slippery, just perfect,
Your entire body tenses, hands clinging to his shoulders, your voice fractured into pleas and ragged moans. You are shaking now, chasing the frantic pace he’s fingering you in. He doesn't slow, doesn't ease up, pushing you harder and faster toward the blinding edge.
“You really, really want another baby, huh?”
You nod, biting your lip to shuffle a loud moan that’s about to leave the depths of your chest.
Then the bastard, in all seriousness, takes his hand off of you, to put his fingers into his mouth.
He moans at your taste and honestly? You should have expected the edging. Because the second Jason realises you need something, he wants you to work for it. He wants you to make a mess on him.
And no, that’s definitely not his excuse to have you make him a whimpering mess as well.
“Then do what you do best babe,” he whispers, parting completely from you to lay on his back on the bed. “Take what you want, ride it till i cum f’you.”
Clothes go flying everywhere, and tonight, you don’t whine about your panties on the floor.
You’re straddling him so fast, it’s insane.
But your excuse is– well, it’s–
You want him inside you. Immediately, Right now.
You settle the best you can at his enormous lap, your hair swings across his chest as you pivot, and you lean down immediately, capturing his face in your hands. For a moment you look at him. At the scar on the right side of his jaw, the one on the bridge of his nose, and fuck if your husband isn’t the most handsome man on earth.
You don't resist the urge to kiss him, instead, when you pull his face to yours and your lips meet his you plunge your tongue into his mouth, mirroring the shocking intimacy he’d just subjected you to not too long ago.
He wants you to work for it? Fine. You will drain him of every last drop of his cum then.
The kiss stunts him for only a fraction of a second before his tongue mingles with yours and his hands fly up, instinctively, bypassing your hips to clamp down on the backs of your thighs, pulling you closer. You yelp when he slaps your ass, but deep down you adore the sting of it.
You’re kissing so fiercely like you’re trying to devour one another and the space between your bodies all at once. All the while, your hips are working, firmly, so you can drag the entirety of your pussy against his pulsing cock.
You’re so wet by now, that when your entrance catches his tip, his cock slips right in. His breath hitches—a deep, satisfying sound of pure surprise and pleasure that vibrates against your own lips.
You break the kiss with a gasp, pulling back just enough to look at him, your eyes burning. For a second you arch your hips, parting from him completely, then lower your body again, settling your pouring, aching entrance directly over the mushroom tip of him.
His breath catches sharply in his throat as your fluttering walls surround him.
He is patient only for a heartbeat—the heat and the tension too thick to bear. Before you can gather the strength for the final push, he lets out a low, strangled curse, “Ffffuck–” and his hands on your thighs turn instantly possessive.
He slaps your ass again, this time rougher. Just how you like it.
He doesn't wait for your next move. He grips hard, dragging you down onto him in one harsh movement.
A sharp cry of pleasure tears from your lips as you stretch impossibly around him. Even if you’ve been so long with him now that you’re perfectly molded to the thick shape of his cock, the initial stretch is always your favorite thing in the world.
It’s what makes you so cockdrunk on him.
You can’t get enough of how amazing it feels when he drills into your pussy for the first time in a while.
You clench around him, and he lets out a broken moan, wrapping his arms around you so forcefully that almost shakes the bed beneath you. You brace your hands around his neck when he arches his back slightly, panting, eyes wide and glistening.
"There," he rasps, his voice raw, triumphant, and thick with effort. His fingers tighten on your thighs again, lifting your hips just slightly before dropping you back down onto him with a slow, grinding pressure. "Get your baby, baby"
You don't need to answer, or wait for a command. The feeling of his cock twitching inside you is all the confirmation you need, and the sensation it leaves you with is vibrating through your entire body.
You can't stay still.
“Oh I'm gonna have you spilling, just wait.”
You lift your hips slightly, then press down—slowly at first, testing the incredible stretch and fullness, then increasing the pressure as the initial shock fades.
It is primal, desperate rhythm born purely from necessity, the way you fuck yourself on his cock. Your hips circle and roll, finding the sweet, deep friction that makes sweat bead on his collarbone. You watch his face, needing to see the effect you have on him through his furrowed brows and hazy eyes, needing the validation.
His head falls back against the pillows, and the strong, columned cord of his throat strains. His hands leave your thighs to fly up, gripping the edge of the blanket next to his own hips, his knuckles white. The control he’d held onto so fiercely breaks, replaced by ragged vulnerability as you determine the depth, the angle, and the speed over and over again.
And, oh, this is exactly what he wanted all along.
"F-fuck, please" he slurs, the sound a ragged exhale "yeah babe, fuck yourself on my cock like you need it.”
You lean forward, your spine curving, tilting your hips just so, sinking onto him until the contact is deep, punishing, and so, so perfect. You don't answer him. You just move faster. You want to hear him break, want him to whimper the way you had, want to own the moment as completely as he had the moments before.
“Want you to cum inside me Jason,” you rasp through moans “want you to give me another baby. Tonight.”
You move faster, faster, faster, the pace blurring now, building an unbearable pressure inside your core. With a muffled cry, your hands leave his neck and settle on his chest, palms flat against the hard-packed muscle of his pecks. You use his chest as leverage, pushing down and sinking back up, pushing the pleasure past the point of endurance.
“Will, fucking, do” he moans
But you? You whine. “Please Jason, i want it. I want to have another baby.”
Every catch of his cock inside you feels delicious; it makes the coil in your lower belly tighten so much it feels like you’re straining.
Your clit is catching his navel with every bump, and for once it’s enough and too much at the same time, to send you over the edge. But since you’re so desperate for a release, the idea of him getting you all pregnant and round fueling your desire, you reach for his hand, put his fingers into your mouth to coat them with some spit and guide his hand to your pulsing clit.
“You’re a dear” you joke “so handsome baby. Make me cum, and i’ll do it for y–yah too.”
His fingers, slick with your spit, find the throbbing nub of your puffy clit. They settle there, hard and possessive, mimicking the frantic rhythm your hips are already creating in tight, broken movements that resemble circles. The addition of it shatters the last sliver of your control.
Your world narrows to the twin pressures—the desperate thrusts of him inside you and the sharp, targeted circling of his thumb on your clit. Your tiny joke about making him cum is lost in the rising, piercing wave of pleasure and the sound of skin slapping on skin.
"’M not gonna last," he manages to grind out through his teeth, his voice thick with the strain of trying to hold back. "Just look at you, look how much you want it."
“Yeah I want it, want you to make a mess of my pussy, Jason. Can you do that for your wife?”
His head thrashes slightly on the pillow; he nods at you solemnly. Your desperation alone and the thought of seeing you, his lovely wife, pregnant again, swollen with another baby of his, is messing up with his head so badly that his cock gets ever more painfully hard.
Oh, the way he cant wait to slide you off of him and watch his cum drop down your puffy folds, to push it back in so you don’t waste a drop— he gets dizzy just imagining it.
Above him, you let out a loud, ragged scream as the coil in your belly finally snaps. Your orgasm hits like an explosion, blinding force.
Oh fuck, of fuckohfuck —you’re squirting.
You can feel how much of a mess you’re making as you’re literally gushing on his thighs while entire body spasms, your fingers clutching the muscles of his chest so tightly your nails score his skin.
You ride the overwhelming wave of it down onto him, collapsing onto his neck with a purr as your pussy convulsively milks every inch of him, while still dripping down slickness.
“Oh my fucking god—" Jason whimpers, one hand flying out to hold you through your shaking “fuck yeah, that’s it babe, that’s it, I gotchu, it’s okay.”
You’re both sweating buckets, slick bodies united in one rocking rhythm that makes the bed creak and bum repeatedly against the wall.
He uses the moment for leverage. As your hips lock, his hands clamp down on your waist, hauling your spent body upward. He reverses the rhythm completely. He begins to pound into you; short, frantic strokes aimed at his own fast-approaching edge.
"Ba–by I'm gonna cum, fuck gonna cum inside you–" he groans, the words broken, choked.
“Then do it,” you plead, managing to quiet down the screeching on your voice. “Fill me up, puh—please—“"
It really doesn’t take much, when you kiss him again, when your tongue nearly shoves to the back of his throat, he fucks his hips into you just a few more, shattering times.
His release comes in scorching hot ropes of milky white, painting your clamping walls and his chest struggles with ragged breaths that your mouth swallows.
He goes rigid beneath you, every muscle locked, his body unmoving, while the pulsing of his release continues. You’re not sure how long it lasts, but you’re definitely drunk on how it feels.
Then, with a long, drawn-out groan that starts in his gut and vibrates through your chests, he finally collapses— you collapse too, fully on top of him.
He pulls out of you silently, as he's trying to control his breath, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, holding you against him until you manage to catch your own breath.
You gently nudge him back, lifting your head from his shoulder to look down at his face, though you don't break too far away.
Sweat has plastered his dark hair to his temples, making his cheekbones stand out, sharp and defined in the dim light filtering from the window. His eyes are still closed, but the exhaustion etched around them—the small lines of fatigue and the reminders of the years you’ve spent together—make him look impossibly handsome.
There's a slight flush across the bridge of his nose where your faces were pressed together, and the small, stubborn beard stubble catches the light.
He looks utterly spent.
You reach out, your thumb moving to gently wipe a streak of sweat from his temple, trailing it down the curve of his cheek, right over his scar. In this quiet, post-climax clarity, he truly is the most beautiful man on earth.
Yes, yes. You’re absolutely sure!
Your core pulses dangerously again.
He finally opens his eyes, a lazy movement, and they immediately fix on yours. A satisfied smirk curls the corner of his mouth.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asks, voice still ragged and thick as he kisses both of your cheeks, your nose, your heavy eyelids.
And in all honesty? This is the moment you should pause, take a rest, slide off him and cuddle, smoke a cigarette and have some post- nut clarity. But the little devil on your shoulder, reminding you how much you want to hold a newborn baby in your arms again and give your daughters another sibling to love and Jason to always carry around the house, decides to take the wheel.
“Atta Jay… Again.” you giggle, pressing a kiss underneath his jaw “you gotta fill me up again. I want you to give me a baby tonight!”
And who is Jason to say no when his dotting wife demands something?
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bestie good luck on zoloft because i’ve tried it twice at 17 & 19 and had the worst experience in the entire world on it. but you can def orgasm on ssri’s. i managed on zoloft but it was a bit of a struggle. i’m on citalopram now (it’s also called celexa) and it’s def easier and i don’t struggle at all on it. im pretty sure if you’re on a high dosage of zoloft it can be more difficult, i was on like 20mg i believe. but yes its def possible <3 <3 <3
yeah i used to be on zoloft for the majority of migh school & college years before i stopped (with a doctors approval) since i felt like i didn’t need it. i don’t remember the dosage i was on but i definitely had an easier time making myself come than this time.
currently, i’m on 150mg (😅) and i know my doctor warned me about the side effects before i started retaking this, but i didn’t think it would be this yard, yk?
has anyone been successful in having an orgasm while on an SSRI, specifically zoloft? i’m getting frustrated and my wand (both when my fiancé uses it on me and when i tried to get off on my own when he was on a work trip) isn’t cutting it 😭
Brazil legislation: Digital Statute For Children And Adolescents
Apple App Store Age Verification
These are not tumblr specific policies. Tumblr is implementing age verification in response to legislative moves that were made months ago.
Tumblr is a failing social media site that has escaped death multiple times already; they do not have the social cachet to defy state regulatory agencies. We know they won't say no to Apple, either--the porn ban on tumblr was in response to Apple's crackdown on explicit content.
If you did not know this was happening, you were behind the curve. That is fine. You're caught up now. The next step is to link up with people in your country who are working to preserve privacy, to roll back these laws where they exist, and to prevent their passage where they do not. In the US the organization you want is Stop KOSA--in the EU you can start with Fight Chat Control.
Repealing ID verification and blocking chat control will help everyone, especially the most vulnerable. We can push this back, but we cannot get it done through the Feedback form. We have to get it done at the legislative level and lock it down so it cannot be forced upon us. I see lots of anger out there. Good. Put it to use.
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