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You can call me Nemxx I'm over 21 years old and it doesn't matter where I'm from, I only write for my own pleasure and it's for various fandoms (tokyo revengers, dc comics, cod, itvs-atvs, various movies, etc) from loose ideas to questionable, smut and dark content. You are free to ask me for something, but I reserve the luxury of publishing it or not, you are free to do it anonymously or not but if it's something related to hate for what I write here save yourself the time.
You wish and mourn for any type of fatherly interaction. You seek validation from older men, men that always seem to disrespect you. Until John came along – your new stepdad.
You didn't care that it was wrong, you seeked out physical touch from him. Price always gave you a threatening gaze, one that warned you not to act up otherwise you'd be punished.
A punishment from your stepdad usually included him face fucking you or spanking your poor ass.
He hadn't been fucking you, only grinding up against you so he could cum in his boxers. Walking away chuckling and a cruel smirk stained on his face while you were left breathless and weak in the knees. So, you took matters into your own hands. If John wouldn't fuck you, a college boy would.
Stumbling home, giggling with mascara running down your cheeks. Both you and your boy best friend got drunk, fucking eachother stupid, his cum still oozing out your hole and staining your panties. And to say Price was angry was an understatement.
Pulling down your pants to see your cunt covered in thick cum, your eyes watering and the smell if vodka sticking to your skimpy dress. In a matter of seconds, he had you bare and your back pressed against the couch with his meaty cock forced and fucked into your wet pussy.
You babbled and whined, moaning out in pure pleasure as the sensation rushing through you. It was by far the thickest man you'd taken before – but John didn't need to know how many men you'd fucked...
Your back curved and arched as he smacked into your cunny again, his full and sticky balls smacking against your ass with each hard and rough thrust. Your pussy drooled, and he made you a babbling dumb mess in a matter of seconds when he began rubbing your sensitive clit in circles, smacking your ass harshly in-between thrusts while degrading you.
“Ya' fucked up, sweetness... Lettin' other men fuck ya'!? When ya' know fine well I'm supposed to be the one bullyin' my cock into this tight pussy.” Price's voice came out guttural as he drived his wet, hot length into you repetitively. You creamed around him, walls spamming and pulsing around his girth.
He didn't stop, when you tightened and squeezed around him, he forced you to arch your back so he could fuck into your sweet cunt easier. Groaning out hoarsely and gripping your tits painfully as he rutted against you one last time, shooting his potent load all in you walls.
Panting, his musk staining your body, you gazed at him drunkenly; a dizzy, stupid mess beneath him. Your eyes grew wetter, heavy balls pressed against your ass while he pushed his cum deeper inside you.
the bathroom mirror had fogged up, the sweet strong smell of shampoo in the damp air, both his hands groping your ass cheeks as he sloppily makes out with you
the slight taste of soap going into your mouth made you pull away and wipe it off just to get pulled into him again for another kiss
"stay still.. smooch don't want you to slip gatito" water from the showerhead mimicked the rain that was heavily pouring outside
neither of you cared whether the water got in your mouths, you could just spit it out and clean up, fucking in the shower has its benefits and miguel absolutely takes advantage of it
he could mess you up, cum on or in you and he won't worry about the mess because you're in the shower, he could dirty you all he wants
"mm... I wanna get out already.. papá.." you struggled to breath as he was completely suffocating you with his rough kisses, but it didn't take long for him to realize just how long they've been in the bathroom, almost 2 hours now
slowly he pulled away and opened the glass door "alright hijo, be careful" his hand on your lower back just in case you fell or slipped
you grabbed the towel "don't take too long 'kay?" then dried your own hair with it, after applying some body lotion etc...
you wore one of his shirt and then made you way to the bedroom, the hem went way below your knees, almost covering half your shin
you let out a sigh before falling face first onto the comfortable mattresses, the thick comforter, the fluffy pillows, the plushies in the corner of your side of the bed
you smile at the amount of bliss you felt, you felt clean, smooth, like a baby, now the only thing missing is your smokin papi to come and join you in bed, felt too empty without him, the bed was massive so he took up almost all of it while having you in his arms
wasn't long before you started to doze off, your eyes slowly began closing when you felt a sudden drop on your right side, startled, you open your eyes and met with miguels tired ones
"you still wanna continue amor?" he says while chuckling "you look tired" and then place his hand on your cold cheek, caressing them a bit
".. mmm wanna continue but m'too sleepy"
your hand reaches for him, pulling him closer so you two could cuddle since it was a very cold night
the moment he laid down, you immediately stick to him, like a magnet, the warmth from him felt so much better than any duvet
once he finally got comfy, he took you into his arms, you bury your face in his chest
not long after you both fell asleep, and soon, soft snores could be heard from everywhere in the room
---3:58am---
you opened your eyes to a wet sensation, near your nethers, it wasn't enough, you needed more than just his fingers or his tongue, you gently shook your sleeping daddy, he looked extra handsome when he was a sleep, his wrinkles seemed to be more prominent
"pa..wake up... need you" you very quietly whisper, he didn't budge, he just groaned before turning his back to you
you pouted, how dare he ー!?
you pull on his arm so he's laying on his back again... your undies were completely soaked now and he was still unresponsive ー?!?
"papaaaaaa...wake uuup" feeling disappointed you take matters into your own hands, both of you were only wearing underwear so it was easy for you to strip his boxers off
once it was all removed, you sat in between his legs, just staring oh so blankly at his soft dick.. thinking what you were going to do next..
obviously, you had to make him hard first, but that wasn't a challenge, you moved your head closer to his cock and gently began blowing on it, tickling the sides using your fingertips
licking the tip and kiss the shaft, after a few tender, loving and care, he was as hard as a rock, his cock was standing tall and twitching
the sight of it made you itch down there, have you ever thought of how a massive dick like his always fits so perfectly inside you? the sheer girth and length it had, it was certainly not the average size
your daddy was just hung and you're hella lucky to have him as your papi, you then straddle his hips and aligned his tip into your hole
"m'gonna wake you up... one way or anotherー!" you slowly go down on him, the slick from your soppy cunt made it easy for to just slide in
being caught in the growing pleasure, you failed to notice he had been awake the whole time, actually he woke up when you were trying to get him hard, but he wanted to see where it'd go
and now here you are, fucking yourself stupid on your 'sleeping' dads dick, your hips grinded and rutted on him, strong enough you're sure he'd be woken up by it
you open your eyes a bit to see if he woke up, but no, he was dead asleep, as if he had been knocked out
"tch-! wake up!" your voice slightly louder and now you were bouncing on him, the bed began creaking from your reckless movements
if he wasn't going to wake up from that, you can't even care anymore, just wanna feel him fill you up with his monstrous cock
... hours passed, the sun had been creeping from the cracks of your curtains, he was still 'asleep' and you were completely fucked out, his entire pelvic area was covered in his and your cum
feeling full and satisfied, you fall on his chest while trying to catch your breath.. "can't believe... y'didn't wake up from that.. you're stupid..." you say to yourself..
a sudden movement from beneath you caused your eyes to open, his arms were around you, kind off like keeping you locked there, keeping you on his cock
"papá?" you look up at him, just to be met with a devilish grin on his smug face
"did you have fun riding me like that? well then.. my turn mijo~" his hips shot upwards, into your cervix, your muscles tense and so did his
"m'gonna fuck you till you can't cum anymore, y'dirty fucking puta-!"
coming home from school to your daddy hunched over his laptop, glasses resting on hus hooked nose, his brows furrowed and a very clear wrinkle in between them
he's been like that since last night, you're not even sure if he slept or even rested within those hours you were gone
"papá? did you sleep?" as you set your bag down and umbrella near the doorway, your uniform slightly soaked from the heavy rain,
he let out a big sigh before closing the device, he removed his glasses before rubbing his eyes
"didn't have time to, are you hungry? I'll cook dinner" his smile looks tired, but also feels sincere "no, you're tired I'm sure, I'll cook" you then walk pass him
"we're both tired amor, let's just order takeout" he suggests "myeah..lets.. " you reply, miggy then stands up to fully face you, he notices your very see through shirt, thenm cold water caused your nipples to perk
he stared at them like they were another set of eyes, subtly "are your clothes wet?" "hm? yeah, got soaked in the goddamn rain" you pouted "why the hell did they not cancel school when the weather was this bad?? that principal's a fucking puta.. " you whispered that last part, it was really cold, and the air conditioned room wasn't really helping
"you wanna take a shower?" he says, grabbing a towel to put over you then pulls you into his arms, engulfing you in his warmth and kissing you forehead
"with you? mhm.." you burry your face into his chest "wanna shower with you papi.." you look up at him with half opened eyes, it was clear you were exhausted
"alright mijo, now go get ready" you smile at his respond and waddled to the bathroom
when you got there, slowly you strip yourself from the thick uniform, before going into the shower, you looked into the mirror
your own eyes scanning every little flaw you saw on your body, the mastectomy scars relieved you for a bit, but your bit down there, was itching to be touched, caressed, rubbed
itching for any type of friction, you grew impatient, your hands began sliding down to your warm cunt, spreading your folds with your index and middle fingers
while a finger circled your throbbing clit, you let out wince before applying pressure to your bud
"y/n?" his voice bounced off the glass walls of the bathroom, you jumped a bit from the sudden sound of his voice, even though the sounds you made were very quiet
you just know he heard them, "touching yourself without me mi amor?" his tone sounded cocky, and the towel around his waist didn't really try hiding his hardening dick
"a- uh.. uhm... I was just feeling.. stressed from school.. just wanted to let some of it out..." you used the massive towel from a while ago to cover your bare body, "you could've told me, I'm sure I could've done a much better job than those cute little finges of yours"
miguel snakes his right hand around your waist and pulled you into him "get rid of the towel cariño" like a trained pup, you obeyed him and dropped the towel
he lifts you up and sits you on the bathroom counter, a few bottles of lotion falling into the sink and on the floor, his hands gently spread your thighs apart, strings of your slick connected them
"did you think of me touching you in school?" he chuckles at the mess infront of him, then looks you deeply in the eyes "have you told anyone our dirty little secret?" he whispered
you bit the inside of your lip before shaking your head "buen chico~" he praises before kissing your pink cheeks, he shifts his focus from you to your cunt
thick fingers rubbed your slippery folds, with each stroke, his fingertips graze your clit "dios mio,... you're so much messier than your mother.." you didn't mind the comment, it just meant you're better than her
"..daddy... g'nna cum" your legs wrapped around him, your hands grip his arms and your hips began thrusting into his hand, without any warnings he plunged 2 of his into yours "hold it, hold it.." while slowly curling his digits upwards
the slow rising pleasure caused you to let out broken moans "can't..!" you hands grip the ceramic edges, and your cunt clenched around him
"oh fuck, m'gona fuckin squirt ー!" his fingers sloppily fucking you, while other hand gripped your head, forcing you to look at him
"look at me, look at me when you cum amor" he smiles at the stupid look on your face, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed
you feel it building up in your tummy, twas gonna be a strong one, with his continuous thrusting and teasing, you came on him, not just his hand
but his entire torso, soaking him in your pussy juice "s-sorry papi.. made a mess on you.." your legs fall limp and your eyes go blurry
"don't fall asleep yet you dirty fucking perra, we're just getting started" he kisses your face all over, leaves dark hickies on your neck and collar bones, his fingers playing with your nipples as well
"open" you lazily open your mouth, he spits inside and gags you with his fingers before ordering you to swallow it
"let's continue in the shower yeah?"
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a/n: is that okay? i only used spanish for the names or pet names, is that ight? hope so 🥹🫶
shout out to all my not traditionally masculine trans guys:
to the ones who don’t feel comfortable calling themselves a man, so they’re always guys, dudes, or boys
to the ones who still love their old “girl” clothes, the skirts and dresses and bright colors
to the ones who love makeup and nail polish and perfume
to the ones who dont bind or dont pack; to the ones who like having the chests and junk they already have
to the ones who dont want hormones or surgeries
to the ones who shave their legs or dont like body and facial hair; to the ones who still have long hair
to the femboys and the fairies and the girlyboys
to the ones who have a high ambiguous voice and like it that way
to the ones with weird genders, complicated genders, fluid genders, non-conforming genders, genders they take so seriously, genders they can’t be bothered with
i love you so much <3 you are men after my own heart <3
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! Who is in an established relationship with your mother, thinks he loves her or feels the closest thing to love until he meets. She met you at the Spider Society headquarters with your suit still on; you were a gorgeous girl, a beautiful curvaceous body, a velvety voice that caressed her ears in a good way, exceptional humor but what seals the deal was how you could simply keep up with her on your first mission, you followed orders and the ones you didn't seem to like you defied it on solid grounds. You were a damn challenge that ignited something dull in himself and when he looked at you without the mask, embarrassingly he had a damn unchecked hard-on; delicate and soft features, you were beautiful and with a tender air that sweetened your image but that your mischievous eyes rendered toxically sweet. When he recruited you he had not listened well to your data, distracted by the way you fought, but he listened well after the mission to what land you came from and it sounded familiar, almost like deja vu (his fault that he was captivated by the mere image of her).
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! I had had to work close to you since you were new to the headquarters but you seemed eager to learn, to collaborate and participate. You were someone pleasant but not invasive, optimistic but not bordering on over the top and with a particular sense of humor (always deny that you made him laugh a couple of times). But as the days went by and you went on missions together he noticed how you were somewhat similar to someone close, it was as if you shared something with someone you knew. Miguel didn't inquire any further, you asked for it and he complied with your request. So time went by and you were sneaking under his skin, between his ribs to get to his heart although he tried to stop it in a thousand possible ways because he was in a serious relationship but with every talk, glances met, shared anecdotes, signs of affection that respected his limits and shared time you just sneaked into his soul, it was impossible not to think of you.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He had to pretend not to be surprised when he looked at you in his partner's house (at that moment he didn't know about your family) opening the door with a soft groan of irritation and recognized your voice, your scent and the rhythm created by your heartbeat. Miguel could only remain speechless and only admired you for a few seconds as you did, just an awkward exchange of glances (he never wants to remember that disconsolate look in your eyes). Only for the awkward moment to be cut short by your mother with hurried introductions and chatter in which everyone sat in the living room, things Miguel didn't hear because he kept his eyes on you; in short and somewhat disheveled pajamas (you were still cute), you both share a glance between the sea of words emerging from his partner and your mother, until he dares to say or rather ask you to call him 'papa' you just go with the flow with a tense smile, you say nothing either (he would never say what whipped his mind).
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He starts to get to know you more in the comfort of your home, and simply falls in love with you; every flaw, virtue, and particularity fascinated them. So he begins to spoil you with your tastes; if you mention that a food pleases you he goes out of his way to make it or take you to a restaurant to satiate that craving (he forces himself to ignore how your sweet whimpers when you taste his food are not reproduced when he was with your mother), if on a family outing he catches you looking at something in a shop window it only takes a day before you find him in your bed, and he begins to show you physical and emotional affection and to be present in your life in a special way. Your mother is on cloud nine, her new partner accepts her daughter without any problem and even does what your biological father never did.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He is a total sweetheart to you, and that starts to play with your mind in a good way due to his specific attention, his innocent touches brushing against areas of your body that border on private and his lingering kisses, his lips making a nice steady pressure on your cheek, you fell at his feet (little did you know Miguel would be able to kiss the ground you walk on), and there is a small ember of guilt given that you love your mother but also hated her for her zero care for you and little to no interest in you as a daughter. It was a shame that she didn't want you as a daughter because you didn't want her as a mother either, so getting into your new stepfather's pants wasn't so much to blame. But all your mother could see was that her partner was affectionate with you, attentive and almost like the father you never had and she always smiled encouragingly at her partner's good treatment of you and you of her new partner, on that occasion you could only laugh as you carefully rubbed your butt in your stepfather's lap.
You had heard his breathing hitch as you brought the snacks for movie night and leaned across the table from him before falling into his lap. Through your heightened senses you could hear his racing heartbeat and when he placed his larger hands on your hips you felt your fingertips on his skin savoring the warmth and rapidity of his blood circulating in his veins as you settled better into his lap leaning against his broad, muscular chest. Miguel almost covered you completely, barely your head reached his collarbones and without foreseeing it you squeezed your legs together. You both suddenly relaxed when your mother and her partner came into the living room with the drinks (Miguel couldn't ignore the lack of the drink you asked him to bring you as a favor but his and hers).
"I am so glad you two are getting along so well!" Joyfully exclaimed the woman taking a seat at the other end of the couch between pillows before handing father and daughter a blanket which the younger one put to cover her legs and those of the older one who let her sit on his lap. The older woman could only smile contentedly at seeing you so affectionate with your partner "Are you comfortable?"
Feeling naughty you settled better on your mother's partner's lap and took him by the arms making him wrap you snugly, you wordlessly affirmed feeling Miguel affirm the same.
For your mother it was a pleasant evening.
For Miguel it was hell, his hands were intertwined with his fingers on your belly and he knew with your movements you were taking his hands between your legs under the blanket, as normally as if nothing was happening until his palm was covering your crotch where from time to time you were rubbing yourself in his hand. You were a warning in itself, but he didn't deny that he was getting turned on by how your sweet scent was intensifying and sweetening even more, he knew where that sweetish aroma that graced your normal scent came from; it was that of your honey emanating from your sweet pussy being made even more delicious by the racing beat of your heart.
That day you both had ended up in hidden kisses in the kitchen when your mother was asleep on the couch, you felt guilty? They lied to each other saying yes when it wasn't so. ||
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! That night when they kissed you had been chaste and innocent kisses, completely different from how Miguel touched you when he was hugging you, big hands squeezing your waist tightly and touching your ass mercilessly, almost as if he was taking the stress out bruising you.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! It was over breaking up when they are alone one night, you all pretty leaning against his side snuggled comfortably and relaxed with your small hand on his abdomen drawing circles on his t-shirt not paying much attention to him but by the way he had his hand on your hips without much intention he felt the thin strip of something over the waistband of your tiny shorts that barely covered the entirety of your ass, It was as if you really hypnotized him the instant he caught your bright gaze on his face, you smiled sweetly without looking away and it was as if there was magnetism between the two of you that you slowly came closer kissing each other. It had started innocently with chaste and harmless kisses, just your soft lips on his but Miguel felt how little by little you were handling him to your liking and way, until you were in his lap with his tongue deep in your mouth and his big hands groping you shamelessly. That day they could not continue as your mother interrupted him in the middle leaving you wet and him with an almost raging erection, but Miguel had reassured you before he left.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! Who begins to avoid your mother's affection on the pretext of being tired, which in itself is not as such a lie at all since he did get tired of his jobs and of an insatiable young girl who couldn't seem to get enough of him.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He is ecstatic at how you are so bold to make out with him, with your tender tongue almost failing his mouth within earshot of your mother at the risk of being overheard (he can't ignore your infectious giggles between kisses) and hidden barely in the hallway. And he couldn't deny you anything with his hands on your sweet body, groping you hard and smacking your buttocks as punishment. It wouldn't do to get caught.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He was intoxicated with you, you were the person who made him fall in love with just a blink of an eye and even more with how daring you were, how behind your mother's back at the table you bent over slightly spreading your legs in the kitchen where he could see you well to give him a clear view that you were wearing nothing under your skirt just your pretty little pussy on display to his eyes which distracted him from whatever he was talking to your mother and when your mother turned around you were gone. You were an expert at getting him hard in seconds.
🕷 Stepdad Miguel O'Hara! He fucked you for the first time at headquarters, at his desk he had just ripped your tight Spiderwoman costume at the crotch promising to give you a better costume.
Miguel walked his tongue all over your pussy from the drooling entrance to your little pearl to which he devoted more attentions feeling you trembling, he held your legs wide open feeling your strength to be reckoned with trying to close your pretty legs but he avoided it with his sheer strength too, he had to have space between them to be able to eat you as he had dreamed so much. Like a pretty girl like you deserved. He had lost count of the erections you gave him when you displayed yourself before his eyes; lifting up the skirts you liked to wear giving him views of the lack of panties or thongs that left little to the imagination, how he lifted your blouses behind your mother giving him a view of your perky tits or how you had hot kissing sessions near where your mother was. And now, in that instant he was finally tasting the delicious honey dripping from your sweet pussy on his tongue.
"D-daddy I'm going to c-c-come" you whimpered squeezing his head between your thighs tighter and taking his calloused and larger hands between your hands intertwining his fingers tightly as you removed them from your legs. You felt so sensitive, as your body tensed and the knot in your belly tightened as it loosened, the beginnings of your orgasm were not the same as the ones you brought on yourself with your fingers this one ran from your head to your toes and you felt slightly frightened, it was so much that it managed to overwhelm you in a way you had never felt before, you squeezed his hands and closed your eyes clearing your vision only to have it cloud over again and it was so much, so much but you couldn't get enough "E-eat me more d-daddy."
And that alone dictated a clear sentence for your battered body that convulsed in the major's mouth, almost riding his face in search of prolonging your climax. Miguel swallowed all that your sweet center oozed from your needy hole, every drop of honey he wiped with his tongue until you came down from your orgasmic stupor but kept rubbing your pussy over his mouth gently letting out soft, needy whimpers.
"Did you like it my girl?" mockingly questioned Miguel getting up from his previous position without letting go of your beautiful hands, shamelessly licking his lips savoring the last drops of your sweet climax catching you self-conscious.
You barely managed to listen carefully and laughed, you couldn't help it your orgasm had whipped you so hard you felt overwhelmed, lost in something fluffy.
"I really liked it" you replied watching as Miguel leaned over your body to kiss you, you could taste yourself on his lips even though you had done it before when you made yourself cum with your fingers only and took them into your mouth sucking them until you fucked your mouth with them but the very conception of making out with the man you liked after he ate you so voraciously turned you on even more as he sucked your tongue before running all over the inside of your mouth to part and breathe both of you, sharing breath "Will you fuck me?"
Miguel smiled before kissing you again, your sweet lips and bright eyes catching him nonchalantly, almost as if he couldn't escape and it's not like he wanted to either.
omg ok imagine having john price as ur stepdad and like wearing tiny pjs/revealing clothes/no bra/whatever around the house so that he'll end up giving in and fuck u while telling u what a filthy slut u are trying to entice him while ur mom is out of the house/away on a business trip/anywhere else
i would lose it lol what a dream
NO I LOVEEEE THIS IDEA SO MUCH.
I'm a whore who needs to be the centre of attention so I imagine he only stays with your mum For you, he always brushes her affection off with a shrug of his shoulders, explaining that he's simply too tired for anything tonight
little does she know the moment she's asleep he's sneaking into your room with his hand down your panties
monster!konig w a breeding kink EEE MAKES ME FERAL
i am a slut. a whore. i blacked out in the heat and this was written. please enjoy!
warnings: afab but gender neutral reader, monster konig, monster cock, he wants to breed you so bad!! you're reffered to as his mate, hes Big. Bigger than normal.
Keep Still.
Echoed in your mind like a voice whispered in the dark, the large and heavy presence pressing against your back making himself known, demanding your attention. Being mated to an eldritch being was anything but normal, König adored you and made it clear in everything he did, in every little click and purr against your neck.
Pressing you down into the nest he had made for you, he grumbles against your neck, tentacles moving to take a hold of your face. He was so gentle, every touch and caress made with the uttermost love and reverence, it was obvious just how much he loved you. This being, powerful enough to end worlds and destroy men without an inch of effort, was so in love with you, so gentle and loving, and he did his best to prove it to you.
He wanted you forever, wanted you to have his clutch and stay with him, through anything for as long as time itself will exist. It was staggering, and you wouldn't change it for the world, not when the big man you love would do anything to keep you happy.
Stay.
He spoke in your mind, voice low and heavy. He always did this, in your moments together alone, spoke to you directly in your mind instead of using his voice.
It was so intimate, having him this close, having him inside of your mind, quite literally. You always thought of him anyway, your thoughts full of nothing but your love, but having him invade you like this was different.
Not bad, at all, just… new.
The tentacles on your face continued to caress you, to hold you against him and feel across your skin as if he was committing you to memory, like he was worshipping you and admiring you entirely.
Slowly, carefully, one tentacle moved. Down your face, taking in every small detail, before pressing against your lips. His hands came up, moving your hair out of your face, his own head pressing against the back of yours. You could hear him close, all the low growls and purrs straight from his chest, only increasing when he slowly pressed into your mouth.
A kiss between two lovers. Your lips spread wide, eyes fluttering shut, the deep blue, very near black, tentacle pressing deeper. It was comforting, the heavy weight of him against your tongue. He knew you well, knew exactly how much to push you before it became too much, how much you could take before it was uncomfortable.
Pretty little thing.
Lower this time, voice almost distorted. You were already having an effect on him. Already causing him to lose his sharp edge.
You muttered his name in reverence, worshipping the tentacle in your mouth as if it was his cock, treating it the same. One hand moving up to gently hold his, so much bigger than yours, so easily encasing the entirety of yours, as your other moved lower, grabbing his hip the best you could to pull him into you, deeper, closer.
He, in return, buried his face into the back of your neck, his low noises of affection only doubling at your touch, only growing louder at your returned attention.
You could feel him everywhere, all around you, inside your mind. He wrecked you with a simple move of his tentacles, the way he pushed himself to the forefront of your mind.
His cock, however, was the only thing you could truly focus on. Hard against your thigh, he was absolutely massive. In his human form, rarely taken around you, he was always big. But like this? Behind you, pinning you to the nest, in the form that was entirely him, trying to describe just how big he was seemed impossible. It always took a while for him to prepare you, to ready you to take him whole, and he never complained. He felt true pleasure in giving, when it came to you.
"König," Muttered around the tentacle, your hands tightening where they held him. A silent plea, a beg for him to give you more, to touch and take anything he wanted.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, an agreement. He was slow in his movements, hands trailing down your sides, worshipping you in the simple touch. He took his time, admiring, feeling you beneath him. You were naked, as you always were in your shared nest, and you muttered thanks to whatever God there was for it.
No God. Just me.
His hands reached your hips, finally, and you heard the clicks he let out in approval. You were already so wet, almost soaking the material below you, and he could smell it.
"C'mon, König…" You muttered once more, gently pulling away from the tentacle in your mouth, pressing one more kiss to the almost slimy skin at König's low growl, "Need you to breed me already…"
You felt him press his version of a kiss between the back of your shoulder blades, resting his head there as he moved his fingers to your hole.
Wet. Already? Whore.
His grin widened against your skin, and you could feel it, his big, sharp teeth against your soft skin. All he'd have to do is widen his jaw slightly to break skin, it would be so easy for him. His teeth are as inhuman as the rest of him, as terrifyingly different. Not to you, anyway, not anymore. You know him, love him, nothing about him is scary now.
It doesn't change the butterflies you feel in your stomach, though. The sickly twist would normally be unwelcome, with anyone else. Not with König, though, never with König.
The whine that leaves you is loud, as his hands move to hold your thighs apart. The burn as your thighs reach as far apart as they will go feels good. A promise of what's to come, of what he's about to do to you.
Ready, yes?
König, the loving monster he was, had spent most of the day that had already passed simply preparing you. Getting you ready to take as much as your smaller body would handle, as deep as he could go without causing you any pain. He would never want that. He's a smart man, knows when to hit and when to kiss, and right now, with you about to take his seed, his brood, he wants to kiss every inch of you.
With your muttered assurance, kisses pressed to the tentacles beside your face, he purrs against your back once more. You would often compare him to a cat, the way he would completely pin you to the nest with his body, purring against you.
All thought was lost to you when he moved, pressing his face into your skin, pushing his cock inside of you. Slowly, carefully, once more. His cock was larger than a humans, and different. More like his tentacles, a lighter shade of blue, a lot shorter than the rest but so much more thicker. It dripped more, too, the rest of his tentacles were covered in a viscous liquid, most similar to slime, but none of them leaked the way his cock did.
Especially not when inside of you. Your cunt tight and warm around him, he couldn't help himself, couldn't help the amount he spilled inside of you, pressing his teeth lightly against the skin of your back.
Good. Pretty, take it, please, take it.
The voice in your head was no longer confident, loud, no longer put together and self assured. He was whining, almost, a husky edge to his low words. Being inside of you, even for the short moment, was enough to reduce him to this. You reduced the monster of a god, an eldritch being who considered you his mate, to nothing more than man begging to breed you.
Deep inside of you, his cock twitched, squirmed, and pressed against every spot that it could. He wanted to make you feel good, wanted to make you cum over and over on his cock, till you couldn’t think of anything but him inside of you, the both of you wet and loud. Everytime he pressed his hips forward, into you as much as he physically could, the noise that it made was lecherous. You were already wet, the hours of prep made sure of it, added with the liquid from his cock inside of you, every thrust of his hips, no matter how small, made a squelch.
It doesn’t take long for him to cum, having spent so many hours teasing and pleasuring you, it doesn’t take you long either. He reaches his peak with a guttural sound, low and inhumane, his hips pressed flush against yours. It makes his cock reach even deeper, pressing against you in a way that was almost painful, but it was easily enough for you to cum as well.
His cum was thick, vicious inside of you. He never moved from his position behind you, hips flush, not even when the cum spilled out from beside his cock. Letting out low rumbles intended to calm you, to comfort you, you once again hear his voice.
I posted this a while ago but my fave fave fave is colonel könig with a pretty little thing on his arm that just destroys him every night
you're so much younger, always sat either on his lap or directly next to him, always stood the same, you're never seen without him, always clinging to his arm and pouting about something you want
everyone thinks youre this pretty little trophy spouse for him, little do they know you have him sobbing and begging for you to fuck him every night
you're so much smaller than him, perched in his lap and he's practically surrounding you, everyone else thinks hes so threatening and menacing, such a big man with so much power in just his hands, and yet all it takes is one look from you for him to be all flustered, knowing that in a few hours you'll have him beneath you on your bed, any touch and whisper of praise leaving him arching off the bed and whining your name like a pretty little whore
okay so im just obsessed w dad ghost so what do you think abt our best friends dad ghost. Just thinkin about how during a sleepover right when our friend falls asleep he fucks us. Maybe a lil breeding kink? 👀I love your writting sm <3
ALSO OBSESSED!! anything with older men just has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair
the first time your best friend introduces you to him, there's an immediate attraction, he's so handsome and so Big, you get so flustered around him and so shy, he loves it so so much!!
your friend falls asleep and you immediately sneak out to meet him. it doesn't matter where he is, the living room, kitchen, his room, he'll take you wherever he can, even better if it's somewhere he can tease you with the next day
bends you over the sofa, hand on the back of your head to keep you still, fucks you deep and rough and whispers in your ear about how you're such a pretty little thing for him, so sweet too, don't you wanna give your best friend a little sibling? can be our little secret...
makes you sit directly where he fucked you the next morning, right next to your best friend, and he's smirking the entire time. so so teasing, presses a hand to your flushed face and asks if you're sick, takes you to the kitchen with the excuse he'll take your temperature and make sure you're okay, but you end up with his fingers deep inside of you and his hand over your mouth
We have best friends dad ghost..but wat about dad best friend ghost and plus he has curroption kink 👀 ghost and y/n's dad knew each other from their rookie years except y/n's dad had to quit military for some reasons..few years later ghost met his old buddy again and then he saw her. A young woman whose in her 20s who was ghost's best friends daughter..
Y/n fell for ghost.and ghost fell for her too..whenever ghost would visit their house..y/n will tease him brush her hand accidently on his muscular arm show her charms and pretend dat she isnt totally flirting with ghost ..he would even go so feral to the point when he found out dat y/n never had a bf before and is a virgin too..ghost wants to curropt her so bad
:( and show how a real man treats theirs pretty ladies much better than a boy would
yes!! I've posted about dbf ghost before it's one of my favourite tropes it's SO good!!!
he's had a crush on you ever since you met, when you were around 19, and never wanted to act on it because he just cares for you so much, would never want you to think he's a creep or anything like that
little does he know you want him so so bad, you do everything you can to flirt with him and tease him, bring boys home that don't treat you as he thinks you deserve, always wearing outfits that show a bit too much skin...
when your bf breaks up with you (not that you Really care, you just wanted to make ghost jealous) you run into his arms, pretending to be really upset :( he comforts and holds you, and when you start talking about how you worry you aren't good enough, he's more than happy to reassure you how incredible you are
this ends up with his head between your legs for hours, making you feel good like you deserve
so i was wondering what you think stepdad!ghost would do if he walked in on y/n touching herself👀
YESSSS OK so I imagine this is before anything really started, flirting and sexual tension for a while but neither have given in.. and reader is gn so everyone can enjoy ♡
I imagine it depends... he'll either walk in, take care of you himself, or watch and jerk off like the perv he is
if he walks in, it's because he knows your mum won't catch either of you. she's making dinner and sent him up to get you, and instead he gets his own show and feast. pushes your knees up to your chest, beside your ears, and goes down on you like his life depends on it. tells you to be quiet, "make any noise and l'stop, understand?", and he means it. he isn't gentle or kind either, will slap your clit/dick if you make any noise, three strikes and he leaves you there, goes downstairs to eat dinner like nothing happened
if he's worried, he watches. looms in your doorway like a stalker, forehead resting against the wood of your door, eyes trained on the way your hand moves... it doesn't take him long to shove his pants and underwear down just enough to wrap a hand around his leaking cock, and it takes everything in him not to whine like a bitch in heat. the only evidence he was ever there are the drips of precum on the carpet, he leaks like a faucet, and the dry cum on your door he makes you clean up. you really should take better care of your room, he says.
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