Silly Thoughts

For My fanfic MINORS DNI!!🔞 20•she/they•Bi

[silly-things6]

Fem! Project Hail Mary au where Ryland graces name is Grace Ryland.

That’s all I gotta say

[silly-things6]

I think instead of a regular periodic table Ryland has a “can you lick it?” One hung up 

[sinsofnivan]

INTOXICATION .ᐟ — RE Men x YOU.

SUMMARY: just horny resident evil blurbs where they're all pussydrunk. <3

PAIRINGS: LEON S. KENNEDY/Reader, LUIS SERRA/Reader, CHRIS REDFIELD/Reader, ALBERT WESKER/Reader, JACK KRAUSER/Reader, CARLOS OLIVEIRA/Reader

WARNINGS: female reader, nsfw themes, PROBABLY inaccurate anatomy, unprotected sex ( wrap it before u tap it folks. ), begging, breeding && Daddy kink, cunnilingus, angry makeup sex, size kink/difference, cervix fucking,

author's note: this is my first post. :) sorry if it's not that flourished . . .

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ NSFW UNDER THE CUT. ┈┈┈┈

LEON S KENNEDY .ᐟ

leon has seen — and will see more — monsters and cruelty beyond human recognition. both you and him think it's a pretty valid reason to not have children yet.

he knows contraceptives and birth control isn't a hundred percent effective, so he always played it safe: cumming on your face, giving you a good throatpie, covering your back and/or tummy with his warm cum . . .

so one could imagine the look of surprise on his face when you wrapped your pretty legs around him.

⟡

"baby, fuck! what're you- what're you doing?"

leon snaps from his fucked out haze, eyes suddenly wide and open as he watched you in your familiar fervour. "leon, please, please, Daddy. breed me. want your cum," you begged for it like you needed it; the shiny gloss of your tears only made you look so much prettier, he thinks . . . how could he resist such an angel like you?

"baby, we- we . . " he physically cannot muster that he can't. because can, and he will. the rough snapping of his hips never faltered, mind and body fueled with the need to breed you, to stuff you full until you leaked. "don't pull out—♡.ᐟ "

your begging alone was irresistible, and with the additional hypnotizing vice you had around his girth — the word no didn't even exist in his head. "yeah? y , y'want it that bad?" nod, nod.

you whined when he pulls out, partly from disappointment and feeling empty without him. you thought you'd be triumphant. just as you were about to call for him, however, your knees are pressed against your chest, and the familiar grip on your hips were now on the back of your knees.

it's not the stretch that makes your eyes wide, but the feeling of his tip pressed directly against your cervix. a premature orgasm rips through you and turning your brain into mush. completely, this time; leon was there to witness this, brows furrowed together and resisting the urge to let his eyes roll back so he can see your beautiful face.

his pounding resumes, skin sinfully slapping against skin, cock grazing your most sensitive spots with each needy rut. "i'll fucking breed you, angel. how do you like that?" your legs are high, higher up, now that he's leaning forward to have a closer look on your pretty face.

"Y/N," he chants like a prayer. he needs you like he hasn't needed before, forever and always. "leoooooon, love you — i love you," you sobbed, nails marking crescents on his shoulders, biceps. you feel so fucking full, you can't even think. just him and how good it'd feel to have his semen leaking out of your folds.

"fuuuuck, baby. you're drivin' me crazy. i love you too,"

his hips are aching, but that doesn't stop him from ramming himself completely deep into you. it won't stop him, because all he can think of is to fuck you stupid, fuck you full.

there's nothing coherent that follows, just pure, absolute filth. you're drooling, and leon's tongue is cleaning up your mess, like he's not drooling with you. his orgasm's nearing, thrusts getting noticeably sloppy and unrhythmic, but still forceful; compensating for the lack of speed.

"'m gonna cum, darling. ah—! beg for it. beg for it like a good girl,"

your pleading resonates in the room. if you could emphasize it with a wrap of your legs, you would have done so already. but your legs feel numb. y'can't move, not with his body weight forcing them up.

"pleeeeease, pleasepleasepleaseplease. need it! need'a be bred, please,"

leon would have come up with a witty remark, but all that comes from him is a groan whilst he buried himself balls deep into you. he's not pent up or anything, not even close, but he knows he's cumming lots. because despite being fully sheathed inside you, it's leaking everywhere. he rides out his high with slow, shallow thrusts, cum spilling with every push of his cock.

he's regaining awareness, taking in deep breaths. his eyes glaze over your figure, pretty much in the same state of post-sex euphoria as you. "Y/N," he mutters, letting your legs down slowly. the wince on your face tells him you're awake, and he cups your face.

"Y/N, baby,"

a thumb caresses your cheek. "—talk to me," leon sighs in relief when you grinned at him. "hi, baby," you croaked groggily. leon began to massage your thighs, kissing your neck. "i'm sorry i got carried away," and the night is spent with you cradled by his strong arms and comforted with his usual sweetness.

now, he's left with an addiction for giving you endless creampies.

LUIS SERRA .ᐟ

GIF by entreri

your pleasure comes first before everything. 

before he's buried deep and you're stretched out from his cock, your cunt's all soaked and prepped from the amount of foreplay he gives you. it's more than just wanting to prepare you. to luis, it's a requirement. having the taste of your pussy and cum on his lips was mandatory. he can't neglect his prinsesa like this.

why would he deprive you of his tongue? his fingers? he likes taking his sweet, sweet time in watching you crumble into nothing for him, only for him.

⟡

"luis!"

how many times have you creamed and gushed all over your lover's face? you can't recall. you don't even know how long he's been lapping at your cunt, but luis continues to coax out orgasm after orgasm from you.

he basks in your reactions each and every time, peering up at you just to watch you writhe from his tongue, how your body arches when you've reached your sinful crescendo, how your eyes roll back to the pits of your skull while you scream his name . . .

every man has his needs, and it's hard to create balance when the need to taste your pussy and your cum is equally as strong as the need to give his cock some sweet relief; after it's been painfully hard for an hour now. it twitches every now and then, aching for you. your touch. your lips, hands . . . "dios mio, chica," he pulls away to spit on your pretty, glistening cunt. "por favor, bebé. te necesito." he's desperate to relieve this ache, to feel that sweet release, but he just can't stop. too addicted. too drunk.  

he compromises, your bliss coming first before his. his tongue laps up at your clit — the sensitive bud all puffy and twitchy from how much he's made you gush for the past hour. you feel so breathless. so lightheaded. still, it didn't stop you from begging your handsome lover. "luiiiis, pleeeease, want your cock." 

his response? delving his tongue into your folds; tongue tracing your creamy slit and cleaning up the mess you've made. "shhhhh, prinsesa." luis says with a mouthful of cunt, nose brushing against your clit everytime he tried to clean up every drop of your slick. your wails only grow louder, weakness taking over as your legs close in on him. luis feels his breath hitch in his throat. 

not just from the prolonged use of his skilled mouth. but because your thighs crushed him. effectively.

can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe, can't breathe . . .  

his hands have a mind of its own at this point, because a mere minute had passed, and he had already undone his pants to pull his cock out. his moan reverberates against your cunt, and it only makes you cry out, pulling on greying tresses. you can't think straight anymore. all you can think of is luis . . . .

he's determined to make you cum again, lips latching on to your clit. he's determined to make you fall apart for him again. his stubble rubs against your soft skin, a harsh contrast from his gentleness, but the burn only makes it all the more enjoyable. "cum, bebé," he says, hollowing his cheeks. your legs only tighten involuntarily, too responsive to his stimulation. luis kept his eyes on you, grunting against your pussy as he fucked his fist. he can't help it anymore, mami.

"oh, bebé,"

if only you could see how he desperately fucked his fist. he was such a good lover for you. it can't compare to your cunt, never — but beggars can't be choosers. you were so lost in your own euphoria, you swore you're seeing stars.He just growls against your folds, eager to make you cream on his face again.

"pleease, mami. cum for me. squirt on my face," 

"oh, luis! fuck! 'm cumming! cummingcummingcummingggg! hnhggh—♡!"

neither of you made sense to each other, engulfed with overwhelming bliss that washes over you — and, well, luis's face. it didn't matter, however, as you two knew your bodies and loved each other beyond words. you didn't need to tell him how good he made you feel, when your shaking legs already spoke on your behalf. 

as soon as luis feels your juices soak his chin, cheeks, hell, everywhere—he can't help but spill his cum into his hand, high-pitched cries buzzing against your pulsating cunt. he rides out your climax with gentle kisses on your spasming clit, each kiss helping you ride out your high. he found it cute how your body spasmed with every brush of his lips and stubble.

he rises to meet you, lips leaving trails of wet kisses along your body. "bonita," he whispered against your stomach, gently nibbling on the soft flesh. everything is blurry for you, with luis being the only clear picture in your eyes. you bite your lip. he goes higher, 'till ivory meets your hardened bud; fingertips toying with the other. "luiiiis, gimme - gimme kiss," you whined, holding his face. "'m here, prinsesa. i'm here," finally, fucking finally, you and luis are face to face. 

"i love youu. love you, baby. i love you so so much," 

"i love you too, mi amor." 

you can't help but grin when you feel his cock—still hard and leaking pre—rest against your cunt.

CHRIS REDFIELD .ᐟ

despite how he hulked over pretty much you and . . well, everyone, chris was a gentle giant. or tried his best to be one. it didn't help that he was naturally strong and bigger than you. his whole figure pretty much eclipsed over your frame, with his hand engulfing the entirety of your own, shoulders enough to keep you out of sight from wandering eyes . . . if he didn't keep in mind to handle you gently, he could practically crush you. 

mind? 

what mind? 

"c , chris!" 

you pathetically drooled all over his bicep as he pounded you from behind. his whole body weight was on top of you in a caging pronebone, with a headlock to completely lock you in place. "Y , Y/N, my baby girl," he whispered, nipping the shell of your ear. "your cunt feels good. i love you. i love you . .  love fucking you," he mutters dumbly as he kept shoving his cock deep into you. you knew he was still—at the very least—still keeping in mind to not crush you, because the bicep arm around your neck barely took your breath away. 

his thrusts did.

every push in knocked out the breath out of your lungs, cunt nicely wrapping around his girth. no matter how much prep he gives, you always ended up squirming because the stretch was like no other. it reached places no toy or finger ever could—the tip threatening to bully its way past your cervix. 

his head is placed between the nook of your shoulder, breathing heavily against your neck as his stubble grazed over your skin. your skin is littered with bites, especially the shoulder that was within his teeth and tongue''s reach; the outline of his teeth covered in a thin layer of his spit. 

you weakly held on to his forearms, feeling yourself creaming around it. but you just can't help it—the drag of his cock against your walls was so fucking heavenly, you could have sworn you saw white for a brief moment. 

"p , pretty cunt's all messy, baby," 

chris stammers, shamelessly moaning into your ear and immediately latching on to your earlobe, can't keep his mouth unoccupied for more than a minute. especially if it's you. he can't stop kissing you. can't stop tasting you. 

can't stop fucking you.

you were helplessly pinned beneath his body—and you didn't possess half the strength to push him off. it made your cunt twitch thinking about being trapped under him, forced to take the pleasure, forced to take the stretch of your cunt . . . 

"f , fuck! don't—don't do that. 'm gonna cum, b , baby,"

"h , huh?"

before you could question him any further, his hips began to pick up the pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin intensified. "pleeaaaasepleaseplease, Y/N," he's acting like you were stopping him from whatever he wanted to do. "please. just let me cum in you. let me breed you. fuck, fuuuck. 'm gonna make you a mama," 

there's no thought behind every word he's spewing, and his body's moving purely on feral instict. "you'd. hnnngh. oh my god—make s , such a good housewife." chris is whimpering, fucking yearning to breed you as he envisions you as his wife. mrs. redfield. you can't speak a word in his filthy rambling, but it wasn't like you had the coherence to butt in. your eyes are rolled to the back of your head and your mouth would be wide open if his arm and bicep didn't mush your cheeks together.

"oh . . oh fuck. fuck. i l , loveee you. love you . . " 

he's lost count from how many times he's confessed how much he wants to marry you, how much he loves you, and who actually keeps count, anyway. all it mattered was your pleasure and his as he pounded you into the mattress. "love you too, chris! hnnnng—♡.ᐟ" 

there's something with the way you said it, or maybe he's just that in love with you. he can't help it, his arm tightening around your neck as he buried himself deep with a loud whimper of your name. you gasped for air, feeling even more full. 

but you didn't get to cum. he doesn't feel the familiar flutter of your walls, or the feeling of you soaking his cock for the nth time. who was he, if he couldn't fuffill your needs?

even in the midst of his overstimulation, he's trying his best to keep thrusting into you. "b , baby. please, need you to cum for me," he breathed out between gasps. "gotta be a good husband. gotta make you cum," like you hadn't been squirting for him since before he had you pinned under him. 

"y, you don't have t—!"

your words are knocked out from you as he began to ram into you harder. 'till your ass was red. 'till he's finally breaking the protective barrier of your cervix. 'till you're

"cumming—♡.ᐟ "

your eyes are wide open, mouth agape and dripping with spit. your cunt's helplessly gushing for him, clenching down on him ridiculously tight. "that's it. that's it, baby. such a good baby. you're so fucking m , messy, jesus chriiist," 

your mind's gone, and so is your remaining strength, body completely enervated as your head rests on his arm. nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, Chris began to place kisses on his jaw. The sensation of his rough stubble confirms you're awake, albeit feeling very lightheaded and almost dizzy. 

you don't know how long you two laid there. It was probably just minutes, but felt like hours, up until chris had pulled away from you. you feel his cum ooze out of your cunt, and you whine. 

"shh. shh. 'm here, baby. i'm here," 

chris helps flip you over to your back, and you groggily wrapped your arms around him. "are you alright?" chris caresses your cheek, before bestowing a kiss on your forehead. "i'm here. i'm here. do you want water?" 

you shook your head, only pulling him to you. he settles you under his arm, securing you with another muscular arm wrapped atop your body. "did you mean it?" you murmured weakly against his chest. chris only rubbed your back. "i wanted to be a husband?" you can feel the rumble of chris's chuckle. you nod. "of course, baby." chris tilts your chin up, tucking your locks behind your ear. 

"i love you so much. i'd love to spend the rest of eternity with you,"

you hid your face, embarrassed. "chriiiis," your boyfriend laughs at your cute reaction. "you're so cheesy," "whaaat, it's true!" you puff your cheeks out. "i'd love to spend the rest of my life with you too . . . "

good. because the ring was just resting nicely in the back of your nightstand's drawer.

ALBERT WESKER .ᐟ

wesker is strict. firm. what he says goes, beyond shadow of doubt. so when he tells you to not run your shoe up his leg, don't do it. There's a disappointed click of his tongue when your disobedience persists, your stilettos rubbing against his shin. "this is a professional dinner, Y/N." you can't see it, but you can feel his eyes piercing daggers into you. "hm?" you blink up at him so deceivingly sweet and innocent. "i know. the food tastes great, no?" you can't help but grin when you see him clench his jaw. 

wesker is strict. firm. 

but that's because there's nothing he enjoys more than breaking his brat into a drooling, mindless mess.

smack! 

"f , four!" 

you're settled on wesker's lap, legs parted as per his request ( demand, actually. ). 

you held on to your lover's arm for dear life, glancing over at your reddening cunt that Wesker's been leaving harsh spanks on. "are you gonna be good, pet?" you nodded vigorously, trying to hide the fact that your eyes were tearing up from his mean treatment. 

"really? I don't believe you."

SMACK! 

"i , i promise I won't do it again, sir!" you cried out. shutting your eyes, you braced yourself for the next slap that was to come. But you feel him slide two fingers into you instead. "you're fucking wet." Wesker spat, curling his fingers up. it squelches lewdly, your cream smearing all over his palm. "see?" It's obvious where Wesker was looking, because his other hand ensnares your jaw once he realizes your eyes had rolled back to your skull. 

"see?"

you swallowed nervously, nodding. "look at your messy fucking cunt." without any further warnings, he began to ram his fingers knuckle-deep into you. not slow or merciful, no, none of that. hard and forceful, as if to burn a lesson into that mischievous head of yours. 

"are you gonna keep acting like a brat?" Wesker growled, squishing your cheeks together with his hand. "no, sir! 'm s , sorry!" Wesker laughed at your pathetic apology, purposefully grazing his palm against your puffy clit. "I could almost feel bad for you." he cooed mockingly. "but this is your fault. the consequences of your actions." 

he continued to thrust his fingers—quite inhumanely, one might add—the room filled with the filthy harmony of your whimpers and the squelching of your pretty pussy. you're trying your very best to keep your eyes open, but the best you could do was look down at your soaking folds with a lidded gaze. it didn't help that you could feel your climax quickly building up.  "what do you say, slut?" he forces you to stay conscious, tapping your cheek with his four fingers. his thumb instinctively traced your spit-soaked lips. you're no better, parting them as soon as you feel the phalange. 

"i'm shooorry! w , won't do it again! i'll — ohmygod — be good!" 

your body shakes, a garbled squeal escaping your pretty lips as his fingertips curl up to your most sensitive spots. his gaze is to you, his pretty girl, how gorgeous you looked falling apart on him. Of course, he doesn't miss how you roll your eyes back uncontrollably. Wesker lets this slide, because he adores how fucked out you look. 

"look at me. Are you gonna cum, pet?" Wesker tantalizingly grazed the pad of his thumb against your clit. you look so pretty looking up at him with wide eyes as he urges you closer to your climax. "y , yes sir!" you whimpered. "yeah? gonna make a mess on my fingers, pretty?" you nodded, and oh my days, the way you held on to his forearm and nuzzled your face into him was so fucking adorable, wesker can't help but feel the warmth spread on his cheeks. 

too bad he's still gotta discipline you. 

just as you were about to reach that delicious release, you squealed as he harshly pulled his fingers out. It leaves your cunt empty and aching. "bad girls don't get to cum on sir's fingers." 

instead, he smacks your cunt again. you clench around nothing, eyes watering as desperation ran through your veins. "pleasepleaseplease," the spanks you once dread, you were now looking for; the infliction on your clit enough to prolong your incoming orgasm. 

"wanna cum. please sir, wanna cum. pleasepleaseplease," you tugged on his arm, and wesker lets out a shaky exhale, not realizing he had been holding his breath this whole time. raising his hand, he strikes your cunt again, and you yelped. "you . . you like this, pet?" he won't lie, you're making his facade break."yes! please, please, i just wanna cum," you sobbed, salty tears completing your fucked out look. wesker spanks your cunt again, and again, and agai—

you screamed, with a sinful bliss trickling down your back as you arch. you're gushing everywhere, all from his mere spanking. his head dips to claim your lips, tongue first; and it doesn't surprise you when you feel him slowly stuff your mouth as his tongue elongates.

you suck on it, no matter how messy it made you: chin dribbling with sloppy drool, lipstick smearing everywhere . . . your cheeks hollow, and you groaned when his fingers began to rub figure eights on your clit again. "mffh—!" still overstimulated and aching from your ruined orgasm, your hand encircles his wrist. but you didn't possess half the strength to pry his hand away. 

he slides his creamy fingers again back into you again, back to mercilessly fingerfucking you. his tongue only muffles your cries of pleasure, and wesker can't stop literally fucking shoving his tongue down your throat. 'specially when he feels your pussy tighten up as he fills your mouth. it's so filthy, wesker knows he's fucking fantasizing about this for days on end. his cock aches, leaking pre just for you. 

only for you. 

much to your displeasure, he's emptying your mouth; monstrous tongue retracting and at the very least, allowing you to breathe. "you're gonna cum for me again, pet." he purred, licking the sweat dripping on your cheek.

"i forgive you, pretty. only if you do one thing for me." he nipped at the apple of your cheek, a grin gracing his face. you whined when he pauses, but it was to probably give you time for your mind to function. 

"who owns you?" 

you feel that flutter in your tummy, and you mutter a soft: "you do . . . "

"sorry, can't hear you. speak up, pet." 

and as if to further tease you, his fingers begin its harsh thrusting again. "y , you do!" you said in one breath, in between wails and gasping. "i do, what?" he smirked smugly, chuckling against your cheek. "you— nghggh! you—!" "i . . i what, pet?" "you own me! you own my body!" 

and of course, your body knows; cunt quivering for the second time and squirting all over his digits again. "there we go, pretty. oh, your pussy's so messy." his thumb caressed your clit, trying to draw out your orgasm. you've been so good for him, he thinks you deserve it.

"there we go. i know, i know. s'too much, isn't it?" his comforting voice is so misleading, like there wasn't a lot of sadistic, unholy thoughts running through his head right now. "shh, shh. you did so well." he kindly helps you ride out your high with gentle strokes of his fingers. 

you're exhausted, mass completely resting on his frame as you tried to catch your breath. you huffed when you slowly feel him sliding his fingers out of you, the simplest movements still too much for your poor, overstimulated cunt. 

"you did so well,"

you're lucid, for the most part; feeling him turn you around so you would be facing him. He rubbed your curves, tracing the dimple on your lower back. 

"sleep, my love. i'll be here." 

JACK KRAUSER .ᐟ

you can fight with krauser with just about anything. krauser, with his hot-headedness, and you, with a similar temper and a venomous tongue. your arguments, especially the big ones, always ended up ugly. no matter how many times he held you, kissed your tears away, and apologized and vice versa, it never failed to send you crying or him walking out. 

and you don't even know why you both keep coming back to each other. giving each other chances like tomorrow will be any different. 

"i fucking hate you. i fucking hate this!" 

this was new. krauser's brows narrow together in a scowl. despite the hurl of insults you've thrown at each other, you never . . .  you never said that to him.

did you really mean that? did he really lose you this time?

you jabbed a finger on his muscular chest. "i'm fucking tired of you. i'm sick of you being so fucking angry all the time and so fucking possessive and so—!" you only just realized what you said when you saw the hurt look on krauser's face. why did he look so . . . sad? it made your heart sink in your stomach. "say that again," you begin to take a few steps back as krauser's hulking frame loomed over you like an impending doom. 

" j , jack, i—,"

your back hits the cold wall, and a pair of muscular arms cage you in place. you couldn't mutter another word when he suddenly threw your body over his shoulder. "hey!" you groaned. 

a hand slapped your clothed rear, before the both of your figures disappeared into the darkness of your bedroom. 

⟡

"say it again, i fucking dare you!"

you pretty much drooled all over the bed as krauser's big, strong hand held your head down. it made breathing more difficult, movement more restricted, but he was successful in shutting you up—which was probably krauser's goal. each slam of his cock was harder than the last, and your poor body can't keep up with krauser's rough treatment.

"you're jus' a big fuckin' brat." he growled, emphasizing each word with a harsh thrust, pinning your wrists behind you. his grip was bruising. crushing, even. and very, very angry.  "need'a—oh . . . —fuck some manners into you, clearly." your moans are muffled, and you hear an amused chuckle from behind you; and without warning, he yanks your hair and forced your body to a difficult arch. . you were so beautiful in krauser's eyes.

"y'got somethin' to say, bitch?" the timbre of his hoarse voice is enough to send shivers down your spine; and of course, his pace was more merciless, more . . . . inhumane. how you were still able to form sentences—if you could call it that—you didn't know. "h, haateyouuu!" you grunt out in one breath. "no you don't, baby." both your scalp and body finds relief as he released you. if he hadn't held your hips in place, you would have collapsed on the bed. 

there's a lot of shifting behind you that you don't see, up until he forces you to flip and lay on your back. once again, you're met with that stupid shit-eating grin on his handsome, scarred face. before you can even utter an insult, you feel him deep in your fucking guts. 

he's amused at your stupefied expression—wide, gorgeous eyes with tears beading at the ends of each strand of lash. your face alone could have sent him into an orgasm, but the fun can’t end so quickly, especially when he wasn't done proving his point.  “fuck, baby. you’re so—hnngg—wet,” with that, his rough pounding resumes; the bed creaking with every reckless thrusts he gives you. 

"oh, fuck!" you cried out, instinctively reaching out to wrap your arms around him—except, it ends up having both of your wrists pinned above your head. it's quick, and you don't even register it until you realize you had nothing to scratch on. "l , let me g- oh—♡! y, you fucking prick!" "stop fucking talking, you fucking brat!" spiteful is he, his pounding picking up pace and force. it made you dizzy. made your brain mush. made you moan for him louder; and as soon as he sees that pretty tongue lull out, krauser naturally has to spit into it. and you, well, naturally swallow it. 

the way you whimpered for him, how your body was so vulnerable for him, and only for him, and so submissive under his mercy . . . it triggers something animalistic in krauser. something primal. 

he feels the cold trail of drool drip from the side of his lip, and just as you thought he couldn't fuck into you harder, he was. his tip's literally pressing into your cervix. "you're g , gonna break me—♡!" krauser keeps rutting into you like a starved beast, the pleasure so fucking addicting. 

"gonna—," his words are interrupted by low growls and heavy breathing. "gonna fucking ruin you. you're mine," your pussy shouldn't reflexively clamp down on him, but it fucking does, and he loves it. "take it back."

you blink.

. . . huh?

"i didn't —god, fucking stutter. take it back!" "i don't — ahnnn— hate you!" krauser shakes his head. "no, no. t , that's not enough," you squealed when his thumb rolls over your clit. "say you love me," the added sensation makes you scream. "say you fucking love me, please," krauser whined, and you didn't know you liked that until . . now. 

"quit fucking around, Y/N!" he impatiently snarled, grabbing your thighs and pushing it to its limit; 'till your ankles were beside your ears. "w , wait—oh fuuuuck—♡!" stars fill your vision as soon as his cock slams back into you. "say you love me, c'moooon, don't be fucking stubborn," 

how could you say it, when each slam of his hips drew out nothing but fucked out whimpers from you? "i love you," yet, he fucked you like he hated you. and you despised the way it made your cunt flutter as it promises both you and him an orgasm. 

"yeah? you like that? i love you," as if your folded position wasn't difficult enough, him leaning down to capture your lips just makes you even more breathless. but you kiss him back. your lips yearn for him like air, and the best you could reciprocate it was a mere glide of your wet muscle; to which krauser didn't really mind. 

"i love you—! fucking love you, love f , fucking you." he says, thrusts frantic and relentless. "love , , l , love—," you pant, nails sinking into his forearms. "i love . .  fuck, fuuuuuck— i love you too—," you've never heard krauser whine that loud, but he does, sloppily thrusting into you as his orgasm takes over; cumming the hardest he's ever been.

"come on, baby. cum for me," he whimpered, face contorting in overstimulated bliss as he continued his thrusts. seeing him this needy and desperate to make you feel good made your stomach flutter.  "i love you," he whispered, placing kisses on your temple, on your forehead, anywhere his lips could reach.

"s , soooo fucking much,"

the way the tip grazes again and again and fucking again on your most sensitive. deepest parts makes you squeal, makes you wail. only he could reduce you to this whimpering mess. "'m close, baby. right there. don't stop—♡!" 

ragged breaths and feral grunts turn into high-pitched whining, krauser's cock aching from pleasure. too much pleasure. but his hips won't stop moving, can't stop driving himself deeper into you. "love you—love youuu," you babbled mindlessly, completely forgetting whatever grievance you held for him, and vice versa. his cock aches. throbs. the sensitivity should be too much, but his hips keep slamming into you.

and judging how he doesn't look any less tired . . . you were in for a long, long night.

CARLOS OLIVEIRA .ᐟ

carlos pretty much worships the ground you walk on. he thinks you're the best thing that has happened to him, and my god, this man will spoil you rotten. the moment his eyes laid upon your gorgeous face, he knew he didn't want to live in cold, cruel, Y/N-less world. after your second date, he's made up his mind. he will marry you, in due time. 

for now, he can settle with the domestic life of living together, doing your groceries together, cleaning the house to your favourite songs and slow dancing mid-vacuum.

"hey babe?"

"yeah?"

he switches the vacuum off, the shiny foil atop your night table catching carlos's eye. if he's not mistaken, this was your birth control. upon a closer look, it seemed . . . untouched. was this an old batch? did you forget? he looks over at you, putting away your clothes in the closet. 

"babe, it's your birth control pills!" he exclaimed, brows narrowing with concern. "have you been taking them?" it was only when you've finished up your chore did you turn to your boyfriend, looking at your pills, and then at his face. "those are my contraceptives, yes . . and no, why?" the lack of worry in your voice calms carlos a bit, blinking at your nonchalance. "but, babe—," "wait, i haven't told you yet?" your laughter mixes with your words. "told me what?"

you took it upon yourself to close the remaining distance between the both of you, cradling his face with your warm hands. "carlos,"—you reached over for your medication and put them aside. "i've stopped taking birth control, baby. since like, two weeks ago. i thought i told you, but i must've forgotten . . . " 

there's so many thoughts running in his head. thinkin' how gorgeous you'd be during your wedding day. when you're finally pregnant and bearing his child. how he'd be calling you his wife and not his girlfriend anymore. how he'd be a husband to you, and a father . . 

"—earth to carlos. hellooo?" 

"what?"

he blinked, realizing you were waving a hand in front of his face. "you said something about wanting to start a family some day . . it doesn't have to be now, but if it happens, then . . " you shrugged. 

what do you mean it doesn't have to be now?

it has to be now. 

⟡

he has to plunge his cock balls deep in you now. even if his previous creampies were already leaking out from your pretty hole. he needed to breed you over and over again now. he reveled in the sight of you; with your hair sticking to your skin from how much you were sweating, how your tits bounced with every thrust forward with his hips, how your lips were hanging agape from pure bliss . . you are so, so pretty in his eyes. prettier when you're thoroughly fucked and bred.

carlos could only groan, feeling your cunt twitch around his cock. he kept watching you writhe, kept watching you squirm beneath him because he just fucked you so good—but the squelch reverberating from beneath you catches his attention. hazel eyes begin to trail down your body, down to your pretty cunt where you were the messiest. slick smeared to wherever it could, and your poor clit was puffy from how many times he's ran a thumb over it . . .  but that didn't seem to stop him from doing so for the nth time. just to see your legs quiver, to see your eyes roll back to the pits of your skull.

"carlooos—♡," you whined, hips bucking against the sensation. "'m here, mama. jus' let it out," he mumbled in his pussydrunk stupor. seeing how you couldn't even mutter his name properly did things to carlos—fueling his lust was one of them; his grip on the back of your knees become tighter—and the slamming of his hips was more brutal, trying to fuck his cum back in you like he wasn't already doing that for the past hour. 

"ah! ahn—you're so rough!" you whimpered, and carlos only lets out a dry chuckle. "h-haah . . i-i have to be. or else you—," his words are abruptly interrupted by a loud groan as he forces his cock as deep as he could, just for emphasis. "you . . won't be knocked up," he whined, balls twitching as it ached to cum into your womb again. "c'mon, mama. get pregnant. fuuuuck, jesus christ—," 

he could feel himself drooling as he ruts into you desperately. "c'mere, cariño," you went from having your knees pressed to your chest to being completely folded in half. his face is buried in your neck, and his hands—no—his arms have moved to cradle your head, his chest taking over for him as your legs rest nicely on his shoulders. his tongue is all over your flesh, lazily lapping up your neck and sweat. the new position has him fucking deeper—literally. feels like his tip was gonna force itself up in your poor cervix. it was suffocating, but. but you craved it. you yearned for it. 

you needed it.

his hips were clearly hurting and fatigued, because every brutal slam down into you would result to him grunting and whining. his tongue's cold against your neck, spanish words whispered against it while he busied himself pounding away at your pretty, creamy pussy. nothing was stopping him from breeding you, from stuffing you full, not even the pain that pooled both in his hips and your thighs.  

"your pussy’s so goooood, fuck . . love you, i love you. dios .  . dios mio, no puedo dejar de follarte. quiero d , dejarte embarazada, mi amor." you couldn't understand his mindless spanish babbling—not with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass echoing in the room. "wh , what . . ?" "shh, baby." —it's followed by more spanish muttering that you can't follow. not that there was anythin' going on in that pretty head of yours. 

[ god . .  oh my god . . i can't stop fucking you. i want to get you pregnant, my love. ]

there was nothing going on in his head, either. just the thoughts of you knocked up—everyone would know you belonged to him, that he fucked you, that you made him a father—it only fueled the never ending lust that he had no strength to resist. "oh my fucking god, baby, fuuuck!" his face scrunches up as he speeds up, and you didn't even know that was fucking possible. your eyes widened, the knot in your stomach tightening and tightening 'til it snapped; your orgasm spraying all over yourself and him as you screamed. "so messy, h-haah, f, fuck!" "carlos, m, my cunt—!" you could no longer find the words to say to him, stars filling your vision. you swore you were going to pass out. 

your cunt was sensitive, obviously, but carlos was beyond overstimulated—it hurts—his cock hurts after cumming and cumming and cumming in you, but the way your creamy walls hugged his cock was enough compensation. he won't stop. can't bring himself to stop. because everytime his cock slid back into you, your pathetic cunt only squirts in small fountains, dragging out your orgasm and only allowing him to slide in and out of you easily.  "gonna cum. 'm cumming," his whines grew sharper, getting higher and higher as his orgasm neared. his hold around your head tightened, and you could only bite and lick at the skin of his chest as his frame practically eclipsed over your frame.

"Y/N—god. 'm cumming. gonna breed you. gonna—g, gonna get you pregnant! dios mio, Tu coño se siente genial—," stuffing your fucking cunt to the fullest, he cried out your name as he came; this was the hardest he's cummed, experiencing heaven as he sloppily rode out his orgasm with shallow, sloppy thrusts. he greedily wanted more, but god, he's sure he can't cum anymore after this. he's not even sure if he can lift his hips to pull out his veiny, girthy cock out of your dripping pussy. 

you're barely conscious—so close to passing out when you feel a hand on your cheek, fingers worriedly tapping you awake. "baby?" his voice echoed in your ears, and you opened your heavy lids, vision adjusting to the sight of him. "come back to me," he whispered, peppering your face with sweet kisses. "carlos." you chuckled weakly. you only just realized that you did pass out, because you don't remember carlos putting down your legs or covering you both with your comforter. "i got worried." carlos lays beside you, pulling you beside him. "slept good?" he teases, and you only grumbled. you feel his stubble graze your brow as he placed a kiss on your forehead. "did i get too carried away?" "you don't say," you both chuckled. "'m sleepy," you mutter, wrapping an arm around him. and the only response you got from him? a light snore. you can't help but laugh to yourself. 

end.

A/N: such a wild prompt TT but i hope you enjoyed! thank you to my beta reader, @lafox-chan for proofreading and helping me!

and here's a blooper while we were working on it!

[silly-things6]

Rebloging this simply so I don’t lose it again

[sashiavi]

‧₊˚❀ SashiAvi's Kinktober Week One ❀˚₊‧

#2 | Aphrodisiacs | #2

Shane x Reader - Word Count - 5040

°•.Warnings - 18+ Smut | mean!shane, hate-fucking, one sided hate, derogatory language, dubious consent, shy - stuttering - timid!reader, blowjobs, throat fucking, lots of swearing, mating press, creampies, sex marathon, unestablished relationship, sweat, aphrodisiac cookies gone sexy, some comedy - a silly sexy fic

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Fuck.

It's a beautiful word, really. Something to be used in many contexts.

Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck you. For Fuck's sake. Only a small pinch of what blooms out of Shane’s regular everyday vocabulary, a versatile thing that was always there to truly help him express himself.

The very word runs rampant in Shane’s head, looping over and over in a messy string, nearly mouthed out with the purse of his lips – But not for the reason one may think.

The burly man storms through the rough debris that dared to sprout around the edge of your farm, the entrance from the Ranch side path almost deliberately left unkempt, surely just to piss him further off, right? Add to the blasting hot flush that wrecked up his body, fueled with hot white annoyance and the nauseating touch of what felt like a fever.

All this over a midnight snack – Cookies. 

Or so he initially thought. Two bags wrapped up all pretty on the dining table, an obnoxious bow tied all prissy and pristine with a little tag, a message scrawled in your handwriting: “Special Treats!” - Little Miss Perfect infiltrating his home life now? Was the Saloon and his Goddamn place of work not enough for you?

Look at you, trying to pander around- Coming ‘round and gifting Aunt Marnie these treats, that sweet smile you usually threw at him surely smeared on your face, that crinkle in your eyes that had him chewing on his inner cheek lest he barked out something truly horrid. Sickeningly sweet - Enough to have his gut churn every time he had the displeasure of seeing you bound up to him, striking up some meaningless small-talk conversation as if you cared about any of the half-assed answers he had for you. 

However, that all didn’t deter him from snagging one of the wrapped-up parcels filled with cookies, yanking the tail of the ribbon bow with a clumsy pinch of his fingers to unwind the packet. Surely put out for the whole family, right? Right. So Shane thought at least.

The first bite had Shane scrunching his thick brows, chewing slow and heavy as he mused over the ‘cookie-biscuit-treat-thing’, pinched between his fingers, turned and rotated for inspection.

It was sickeningly sweet, just like you. With a swirl of thick caramel-like ribbons running through the crunchy dough, making him salivate, saliva pooling under his tongue as his jaw gives a dull and quick ache at the flavour. Fuck- It was almost as if it wasn't for human consumption. The thought makes Shane snort as he reaches for another, biting into the treat before washing it all down with an equally tooth-rotting swig of Joja-Cola.

The treats leave a grain of crumbs left on Shane’s fingers, sandy and dry, clinging to his clammy hands until he dusts it off with his thumb, going the extra mile to swipe his hand over the front of his jacket for good measure. 

He only meant to sample a few, just a few! Like three.. Okay, maybe four- Or five? 

And soon all that is left is the clear cellophane bag and a wrinkled and sad little ribbon you had used to tie it all together. Shit- Whoops, he’d gone and zoned out and ate himself into a stomach ache, mindlessly chewing and crunching down on each sweet treat until he was left with mere crumbs. 

Shane sucks on his teeth, tongue running over his molars, absentmindedly swiping up the last remnants of cookie while he bins the evidence and makes way towards his room for the rest of the night. Shane doesn't even bother flicking on his light, kicking his shoes to an unknown corner, lost to the piles of floor-drobe scattered around the ground. He smacks his lips, still sweet with an essence of sugary cookie treats.

The springs in his mattress creak with his weight as he sits, his large paw of a hand grabbing at his tousled duvet, nearly settled in for the evening – Until a heat washes up from his gut.

Shane freezes, eyes blindly flicking to each corner of his room, thoughts swirling through his mind, the twinge of fight or flight raising up his pulse, heart beginning to thrum in his throat. – Something was wrong – Ohh.. Fuck, was he about to be sick? 

A hot flush trills through his body, a full shiver starting from his shoulders and all the way down to his toes, treading past his gut in a way that had him panting a few out-of-breath gasps. He sits still, trying to listen to whatever his body was telling him, feeling his blood pressure rise with a thrum against his throat, the instinct to clench and unclench his jaw already in motion. His teeth grit audibly, a bubble in his gut making his brows scrunch tightly together.

He hiccups, more nausea following the jolting breath, something daring to jump up his throat- It bubbles, feels like a lump of something nasty, a fizzling sick that was surely about to come up and make some kind of mess! Shane sighs with an audible crack, his voice tainting the sound in a pitiful near-whine. It comes closer, his body fighting him, sickly hot and nasty- Yoba, he was going to be sick, wasn't he? His hand covers his mouth, body instinctively leaning forwards, bracing for the-!

“Ughh…Buh..” Okay. It was just a burp.

Sure, it relieved some of the pressure in his gut and maybe the nausea had died down but.. He still felt horrible, feverish.. 

Something else bubbles in the depths of Shane’s gut, rising up into the core of his chest, settling into a heavy ball of agitation, of annoyance and anger placed towards you. You did this, you had practically poisoned him - Maybe it was on purpose? Knew he'd be tempted by a snack sitting right on the table, just asking to be eaten. Yeah. You were in for it-! 

Sweat beads down Shane’s forehead, turning uncomfortably crisp and chilly in the cool night air, a hot full-body shiver wracks down his form, the contradicting temperatures churning his stomach into something nauseating. His brow furrows hard, enough to feel the lapping lick of a headache drag over his temple with a throb- He’s surprised he hadn’t popped an artery and collapsed amongst the messy brush of twigs and rocks scraping against his ankles, picking the threads of his socks with each clumsy, agitated step.

The burly man mutters under his breath, a silent string of unintelligible curses and swears, a permanent scrunch woven into his thick brows to top it off. 

“Fucks sake..” There's his favourite word, gritted through his teeth as a tree root hooks the toe of his shoe, the rubber soles squeak with apprehension, a kick of the dirt grounding Shane into staying upright. Another growl rolls through his teeth, f-bombs snarled with a crinkle of his nose; Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck, You-! Yoba, he wishes.

Fucking. What.

Pause.

Shane has to give a physical shake of his head to throw the thought out of his ear, blinking hard a few times over before he properly comes to – When had he stomped up your porch steps and bashed a heavy rasp against your poor door? Somehow, his frown deepens, brows tightening and worsening the headache that budded at his temple, his hand stays stuck in the air in a fist just hovering by the door frame. He lets out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding, the air feeling wet against his lips, combined with the slick drip of sweat that drops off of the tip of his nose.

He nearly jumps when the door creaks open, letting the light from within bleed into the night, making his eyes squint and blur as you come into vision, peeking your head through the door.

“Sh.. Shane?” Your voice is so fucking soft, caressing his ears, paired with the concerned look on your face; Dolly eyes blinking at him, all filled with worry, and that puppy-like tilt to your head? It has his molars grinding together. “Are you alright..? It’s quite late-”

“No- I’m not ‘alright’-” Shane cuts you off, coming back into the present, his voice stressing against his throat. “You,” He starts, easily barging into your space with heavy steps, his palm pawing at the frame of the door, “Fuck- Y’have it out f’me, dontcha?” He accuses, irritation quickly bubbling back to a rolling boil. Yoba, don’t look at him like that, all frowny-faced, brows knitted into an innocent sense of confusion.

“N-No? I don’t, I-” 

“Oh? You don’t, huh? So, what, you go out of your way to fucken’ poison me for no reason then?” His tone rises, headvoice busting through his throat with a growl.

“Poison? Shane, I-I’m lost, I’m sorry-” You carefully reach your hand out to him, tilted carefully as if he were a distressed beast. It sounds alarms in his head, making the feverish wash of shivers all the more worse, as if touching him would send him spiralling.

“Ohohh.. Don’t act all coy and stupid-” Shane avoids your touch and points a finger at you, jamming it into your chest with a mean poke, “You made those cookies,” he heaves, “were practically askin’ me to eat em’, too,” He points back at himself, movements swaying and a little clumsy, “knew I would too, know I’m nothin’ but a-” You cut off the attempt at his self depreciation with a stumble of words.

“C-Cookies?” Shane watches your face contort into some kind of horror; lips parting, mouth opening with a soft gasp, “Shane.. H-How many…” You take a step back, fingers worrying around your mouth, teeth digging into the end of your nails in a nervous bite, a panic setting in to your body language. “How many did you have..?” Shane can barely hear you through your mumbling, that silly way you cover your mouth and the Goddamn thrumming in his ears. Your tone sends something icy through his chest.

“A whole fuckin’ bag?” His pitch raises; you weren't instilling a whole lot of confidence in him. Shane rolls his neck, agitation hot on the edge of his patience. Your reaction was less than stellar for his own mental stability.

“Ah-! Shane.. Those..” You look him over, eyes frantically searching his form, full of worry and.. For Yoba's sake, were you tearing up? Give him a break, he’s not falling for whatever this little act was, the faux sweetness, trying to wrap him around your little fingers, tugging at his heart and causing a thrum of palpitations – Okay, maybe it was working to some effect. 

“Uhm.. D-Don’t freak out,” You preface, slow and careful, your face twisted in thought, he could practically see the gears in your brain working overtime to articulate whatever was on your mind. “The ‘cookies’..” You stammer, looking everywhere but him.

“They were for the cows.. For… for b-breeding..?” You say it like you’re unsure, embarrassed to even utter the word. 

“Breeding?!” Shane regrets the raise in his voice, the splitting throb in his head protesting his reaction.

“Yes! Yes- I just.. M-Miss Marnie wanted some ‘special treats’ for the cows? T-To help with uhm..” You pause your rambling, tongue trying to wrap around a word that didn't sound downright filthy, “To cultivate them in time for the Valley F-Fair..?” It sounds more like a question, like you were trying to convince yourself of the story. “I swear!” 

Shane can’t even respond, staring at you like a dead fish, mouth agape and all of the breath in his lungs sucked out, eye twitching with the semblence of something that said ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ 

“I should have labelled them better, I-I’m sorry I didn't know I..” You start rambling at him, excuses about Jas, the fact that not everyone was home, that you thought the wrapping would be cute, blah, blahblah, blah blah-

“F’Gods sake, Shut up-” Words come back to Shane, gritted through his teeth with a dull growl, effectively making you snap your jaw shut and obey with a nervous nod. Fuck, a trill of warmth swells in his guts at that, the way you so readily listen to his barks. You shrink under him, more soft mumbles spilling from your lips, “Proper words.” He scolds you, that practiced dad-like tone coming out for just a moment.

“I-I’m sorry.. I-” 

“Sorry isn't going to fix this- Fuck..” A dizzy spell knocks Shane into a wobble, his palm coming into contact with a nearby wall to stabilise himself- There was no way he was going to walk his ass home in this condition, not anytime soon at least. “How.. hahh.. How do I stop it?” His cool, sunken eyes glare at you.

“I.. You.. Can’t, really…” You hesitate, teeth nervously picking bites at your bottom lip. “Can.. Manage symptoms, maybe? Y-Yknow..?” You make a few awkward gestures, vulgar enough to get the idea across.

“You’re tellin’ me I gotta jerk off- What? You gonna watch or something? Huh?” He leans harder into the wall, his knees starting to give out underneath him, creaking with a deep ache. It redirects the source of the symptoms, however.. How long had his groin been aching with steady swells of arousal? Feverish hot and cold shivers manifest into something more tingly- Anticipatory excitement agitating his limbs, making them feel oh so restless.

“N-No I.. I’m… Offering..” You ponder off, biting your inner cheek on one side, shrinking into yourself even more, “I wanna help.” Your eyes trail down, lingering on the steady swelling pudge of Shane’s cock outlined in his pants. Fuck- Was this your plan all along? Have him chase you down as part of your little game? Play the helpful little nice girl after you’d fucked his night up? “S’my fault.. Right? I-I should at least.. You know..” So forward, and you can’t even say the proper words.

Fuck.

This was a bad idea, obviously. 

That's why he let you guide his clumsy, fever-stricken ass into the living room, settling him into the cushions of the couch, legs spread apart enough to show off the throbby swell of his cock straining hard against the front of his shorts. Obviously. He watches your eyes widen a smidge when it dares to flex, hot and aching with the press of fabric, the seam line of his pants digging right into the swollen tip of his dick, making Shane hiss a wiry swear through his teeth.

He lulls his head to the side, clumsily leaning into the back of the couch, eyes dull and lazy as they look down at you, watching you kneel between his spread knees. Your fingers carefully trace the threads that made up the edge of his pants, tentative and seemingly weary, eyes looking up, all clueless and puppy-like, hesitant to make the first move.

“Fuck y’lookin at..” Shane’s grudge resurfaces, words slurred as another ache throbs in his brain. He nearly feels a pang of guilt at the way you snap your gaze downwards, nearly. His cock gives another throb instead, visibly flexing beneath the fabric like a taunt, the barest itch of fabric friction earning the room a sigh-laced groan. 

“Y-You..?” God. You think you’re cute, acting all nervy and worried like this, cowering under his blurred, less-than-sober gaze. Shane has to swallow down another bark of insults, his thick fingers struggling to fumble with his fly, thumbing helplessly at the button and zip that confines him. Your hands raise to help, stilling at the pointed and unamused look he hurls at you. This was for him, not for you. He was in charge of what was going down, got it?

Finally, finally- the telltale buzz of his zipper sounds as he frees himself of the horrid confines of his shorts, stomach breathing in relief as his waistband slackens, cock nearly punching through his boxers when he shimmies his pants down just enough.

God- He’d bled weeps of pre-cum through his underwear, the kitschy, worn-out pattern of pizzas tainted with a blobby wet patch. The fabric sheens in the dim warm light of the living room, all but the mark his cock had cried into his pants, wet and matte and visibly sticky- He has to flex his calves when another onslaught dares to cry from his clothed tip.

“Shit..” Shane sniffles, thumbing at the elastic of his boxers, soothing the bite the band left embedded in his skin. His eyes flick to you, nose crinkling when you avoid his gaze, feeling the remnants of sweat on his top lip, all cool and uncomfortable. He wipes his face with his shoulder, giving his head a shake in an attempt at composure, regretting the way it has his vision swamped and swimming. This was stupid, he felt sick. Now, he should haul himself off to the clinic, but something in his body kept him right there, sunken into the comfy seat of the couch, shimmying his cock free with a fumble and a grit to his teeth.

Okay, this was sort of worth it, watching you marvel at his length, standing tall and proud for you- Because of you, yeah, this was on you. He thumbs at the base, feeling through the thickly dark brush of wiry hair that framed his cock, cringing at just how worked up and sweaty he’d gotten on the walk over. To be honest, he almost feels bad or something, but it's short-lived.

He can't contemplate regret with the huff of your nervous breath, how it has him forcing up a hot flex through his cock, the thick vein that tread up to the tip pulsing almost comically- Pornographically, as if he were some actor making chump change for some seedy website, hopped up on viagra or some shit makin’ his dick too big – Well, that wasn’t far off of the current events, honestly. 

Fuck you and your stupid sex cookies, making him lose the breath that rasped out of his lungs, aching the joints of his jaw as his teeth grit and grind with a hearty scowl.

The teasing has his guts churning, that nauseating bubble of fever mixed with that sickly sweet essence of arousal- Shane feels bad for the cows and what they’re sure to endure with that other batch of treats sitting and waiting on the counter back at the Ranch. Your little breaths are warm, combating the hot dribble of pre-cum that cries a weepy tear down the thick vein running down the underside of his cock. Your head tilts, lips coming closer, doll eyes looking up at him for some kind of permission, pursing and pouty and so- so, so close-!

Fuckkk.

“Hahh.. Sh-Shit.” He doesn't mean to make such a whimpery, pissy sound, but it's hard not to. That velvet sweet tongue of yours dragging a careful kitten lick up the underside of his rosy cockhead, flattening softly over the tip to lap up the dribbles of arousal leaking from his slit. He paws a hand into the couch cushion, fingers flexing a handful of the material in some attempt to ground himself. Fuck, that shouldn’t have elicited that kind of a reaction. What was he? Some bitchless virgin teenager?

God- but it soothes that pulsing ache in his head.. Both of them- Each and every drag of your wet tongue sends clarity to his brain and a fuzz of arousal to his cock. He lets his head fall back, a careful sigh slowly pushing out of his lungs, brows now knitted in concentration over outright pain and discomfort, focusing on those gentle, rhythmic licks and laps. It annoyed him, just how tentative and gentle you were, practically coddling him through this.. Rut he was going through- Just proving him wrong to a degree. Was a few kisses and licks to his prick making him have second thoughts about you?

“Haghh.. Fuckk-” You rip a groan from his throat, Adam's apple peeking through the stubble that poked his skin with a bob. He feels it, your lips wrapping around his chubby mushroom tip, spitty, warm, silky even, tongue swirling patterns around and around, cheeks hollowing to give a suckle. You hum back at him, soft, breaths huffing from your nose brushing against the length of him while you gift attention to the tip.

Shane peeks an eye down, dick flexing against your tongue at the content little expression on your face – eyes fluttered shut, lips pursed and pouty on his cock, lost in your own little world down there. Ohh, but something itches, an urge to soothe a new feeling, something hot and buzzing, not quite like that sickly wash of fever, something that had his hand itching to touch you..

Thick fingers thread their way into your hair, heavily and clumsily petting at you, coordination still washed from the effect of those fucked up cookies. His knuckles ache to squeeze, to give a pull, wanting to take some charge and be rough with you. The fingers tighten, gripping your hair in a fist, strands taught and pulling on your scalp. You can only glance at him before he pushes his palm down.

Down, down, dowwwn girl. Yeah, that's right, take him right to the back of your throat.

“There ya go.. Haghh.. shh..iiit..” His head drops forward from the couch, neck rolling to a stop, tilted for the best view of you down there.

Just look at’cha. Pretty face smushed into the messy, wiry brush of his base, your fingers grappling a handful each of the fabric of his shorts, nails digging a delicious stinging scratch into his skin through the material- Fuck, you’re even tugging at the hairs on his thighs in your scramble. It stings and it shows with a hiss through his gritted teeth. Shane couldn't care enough, though, not with how sweetly velvet your mouth felt, all softly-silky with spit and drool gagged up from the bullying choke of his tip down your throat. Ohh, how you gargle down on him, those pretty lashes of yours bled wet with tears, sparkling up at him with your strained and fluttered blinks.

His hips roll off of the sofa, up in experimental thrusts, the swollen pudge of his tip pressing wetly to the back of your throat. His hand pushes you down to meet with him, getting a kick each time your nose buries into the musk of his pubes, those lips kissing a ring of bubbly spit around his length. His chest heaves, a burn nestling into his lungs, veins on fire, the thought of your own well-being thrown out the door in favour of using you as a remedy.

It was your fault in the end, right? You’re only doing your part in all of this.

Still, Shane has enough mercy on you to lift you off of him, sloppy, gagged up saliva slurping up his cock with the movement. His thick fingers cup your face, squishing your cheeks together to purse your lips into a pucker, and he inspects you, already feeling that uneasy bubble of artificial arousal pulse to his cock. Your breath stutters a hiccup, a sob seemingly right at the tippity top of your throat, ready to barrel out with a cry. The threat of it has Shane groaning a low sound, tilting his head to admire you, dullen grey-green eyes looking you over, taking it all in.. 

The spike of that arousal coursing through his veins was surely an aid in his opinions – You were cute like this, sniffly and frowny, lips wobbling between the pinch of his fingers, eyes locked to the flushed up bruisy-rose head of his cock.

His skin pricks with pins and needles, fiery and agitated, only soothed when he plants you back on his length, ignoring the muffled, gargled sound you make at him. You fist against his shorts for comfort, curling into the material of the waistband that pools around his upper thighs, looking all huddled up and cute on his cock.

“Relax- Oi.. That’s it- C’mon, fuckk..” He massages his free hand around your chin, fingers cupping your jaw, making you go nice and slack, knuckles brushing a delicate – a Shane level of delicate, at least – brush against your throat, opening you up all nice and easy for his bullying cock.

Perception blurs, hot lust and a clouded shadow of arousal takes over Shane’s mind, that sickly sweet and sticky feeling in his body transforming into something alive and buzzing, needing more- more and more.. Sharp pangs of arousal replaces the fever, lethargic bones and joints now twitchy and on fire, guts twisting with the build-up of an orgasm rather than the swirl of anger and nausea.

Oh, he feels it, fuck- the taught squeeze of his balls, constricting with a flex when he comes to his peak, the plump and rosy tip of his dick lodged nice and deep down your throat, feeling that tongue massage over the underside. He spurts his first round, hot and thick, cumming hard with rolling thrusts of his hips until he pushes you down with a heavy palm. The gags and sputtering only urge him on, milking up a healthy cum-shot just for you.

He groans when you come up for air, messily coughing and gagging up a sputtery, spitty mix of cum and saliva, wet tears streaming down your cheeks, a sniffle to your nose adding to the vision. You make a show of swallowing, covering your mouth just like earlier, hiccuping the barest hint of a cry behind your hand. You look up at him, eyes watery, hair a mess, nose snotty, and what do you see? Well, Shane’s already pulling off another gush of cum, busting a load over his thick knuckles as he fists his cock at the sight of you, tip flexing angrily with dribbles of milky white.

Why stop there, right? Not like he could regardless.. Fuck… Good thing you were so helpful to help him out in such a predicament, right?

Right.

So generous, maybe you truly were the sweet and doting little farmer everyone said you were, look at you now – Split in half, taking cock on the floor of your living room, legs folded to your ears while Shane’s heavy weight presses you into the run below. Your clothes are gone, so are his, long forgotten between Yoba knows how many rounds between you.

Your supple cunt weeps his cum, a filthy ring of cream bubbling around his base, sticking into the brush of his pubes, leaking down his heavy balls, making them all sticky as they clap against you with each and every thrust. You’re practically non-verbal at this point, whimpering little noises, hiccups of something soft and sweet. You cling to him, arms clumsily locked around his sweaty neck, nails digging a scratch each time Shane rolls his hips a certain way.

He mounts your cunt, stuffing you up with the thick of his cock, his skin sticking to yours, thick tummy and strong thighs giving a slight wobble every time his hips smack into yours. He’s practically in your stomach, fucked into your guts, spattered at least two- or what it three.. Thick loads into you already. What a champ you were, helping him out like this, after tormenting him for so long, for practically drugging him into an endless plane of arousal. Can’t stop, won’t stop- Not when your cunt sucks him in like this, not when you do more than just lay there and look pretty- around after round and you’re still craning those hips, digging your heels into his back, peppering desperate kisses against the scruff of his soft jaw.

Ohhh fuck.. He’s close again. 

Shane groans loud, manhandling you in place, bending you in a way he could only previously imagine, eyes rolling to the back of his skull when you desperately hold your own legs all steady for him. So sweet and generous, might give you something for it all too-

His thick thumb plays with your clit, rubbing rough circles into the poor, puffy and overstimulated little bud, all wet and slippery with cum and slick. His thrusts grow rough and heavy, the full weight of his body practically crushing you into the floor, punching you in the guts with his cock. Shane watches your tits jump with each fuck, the plaps of his hips cutting up for breaths into cute little stacattos, endless hiccups, messy sniffles, bleary eyes that can barely properly look at him.

“Hmmm fuckkk.. M’gonna cum again y’know- wan’ more? Hmnn?” Shane slurs, licking at his lips, catching drool with a messy slurp. You respond with a sniffly, wobbly ‘yes’ of your own, petting a hand into the grown-out undercut that curls at his neck. His free hand grips your shoulder, pulling you down on his cock, the other paying that very special attention to your clit, pinching, rubbing, massaging, working you into your own nth orgasm of the evening. 

Your pussy gurgles with cum, all lubed and suckling on his cock, coming closer and closer, tightening up on his length, a squeezy kiss of your cunt to his base-! Shane digs deep and grinds, rubbing his pelvis into your clit, hot friction tipping you over, both of his hands now pulling you into him. You tug his hair, he sinks his teeth into your neck, groans and cries synchronise as Shane floods you with more of his cum, adding to the sloshy mess he’d dumped into you already. It spurts hot and heavy, rope after rope, fuck, it feels impossible to hold this much cum. His balls ache and twitch, tip all swollen and surely a bruisy purple by now, but Yoba, how could he care? Especially now.

You squeeze around him, pushed to the edge as he fucks himself through it all, quivering around his pulsy cock, toes curling, throat hoarse with whimpery rambles, babbling nonsense about cumming for him, all for him! Ohh, it's wet, it's messy, adding to the stickiness that drips between his thighs and smears onto your skin, has Shane’s cock pulsing for more, despite the protest in his arms and the dull aching in his back.

“Fuck..”

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2nd prompt for this week! I do really hope you enjoyed, I had so much fun writing this! This wip has been sitting for quite a while, I'm really happy to have it done. Sort of a leftover wip from a request earlier this year before my hiatus :>

I've never posted a mean Shane fic so that's exciting!! I think I like how he turned out~ lmk what you think hehe

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I got the thought of Shane fucking you on a boat as you go fishing with him so..be prepared if I decide to write this

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I have project Hail Mary on the brain so here’s a thought I had:

Ryland grace x whimsical Art teacher

Someone who matches his personality in all the right ways but sees things from an artist perspective instead of a scientific one

That’s it, that’s the post.

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Hello Knocker community I am back on my buullshittt

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THANTS MY BOYFRIEND

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Day 7 - Creampie

DI!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MDNI, Breeding Kink, Creampie , Established Relationship, Pantie Sucking, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (F receiving), Unprotected sex, Light description of Leon's scars Words: 1.6k Smutmas Masterlist // 2024 Smutmas // Taglist Form

He knew that he shouldn’t have let himself fall into the trap of cumming inside you. Watching it slowly leak out of your pussy was now a core memory within your relationship. If only he could do it again, but it was just his luck that he was trapped on this damn plane. At least he was returning, not leaving you this time. His phone pinged with your reply, a selfie in the car as you waited for him at his exit. You always did this, and he always reminds you just how sweet and caring you were to sit there in the cold for him. Just another one of the things he loved about you on that endless list of his.  

Going through the security checks was a bore, getting his weapons checked over and handed in, a quick check up to ensure he hadn’t picked up any virus that he wasn’t meant to. Not that anything that happened on his last mission was planned, but it was when he was lying there suffering from the effects of the virus, he was infected with that he thought about it. The future he craved with you, and boy was he excited to let you know.  

You were spun like a princess when he finally met you, sure working out was beneficial for his survival but also a princess deserved to be treated as such; hence why despite your complaints, he found himself in control of the car. Probably a reckless choice given he had yet to tell you about his bike but what's one more point of damage to his insurance cost. 

When the two of you finally made it home, you were on him faster than he was on you. Your perfume intoxicated him, luring him into your arms for further use. You led him down the hall like a puppy on a leash. He was waiting for you to say the words he had been longing to hear; the simple sentence would finally put his plan in action. When you did say it, whispered into the shell of his ear like it was a crime for the world to know. There was nothing that would prevent him from doing what he wanted to do next.  

A shower would have to wait. 

He pulled the straps of your lingerie off, kissing the skin of your shoulder and arm as it cascaded down them. Your cute little panties being just as much of a Christmas present as the fact you were ovulating. His fingers ran along the fabric, pressing it slightly into your puffy lips as he gathered the oncoming arousal you produced. He smelt like Leon, the light smell of cheap deodorant he sprayed on himself to cover up the smell for you just before he met you, mixed delightfully with the leather from the jacket he always wore. 

His stubble was rough against your lips as you attacked his neck, sucking softly at the spot he always loved the most. Leon lifted you with ease, your legs wrapping perfectly around his waist as he carried you towards the edge of the bed. “You have no fucking idea how much I’ve been waiting to see my cum in you again,”  

You poked his definitive bulge confidently; “With a cock this hard, I think I have some idea....” you chuckled. 

Leon pulled away as he took off his shirt, scars decorating his body, showcasing the fights that he fought to reach this moment of bliss. Each one was a different shade, varying sizes, but all beautiful to you. His belt was next in line to go, the sound of it clinking cut through the silence as he left it to pool at his ankles. His cock was rock hard and leaking, desperately showcasing his newfound interest in the opportunity he had to fill you with his cum. “Fuck- Leon” You sighed as he began to kiss up your thighs, his breath hot and heavy against your intimate skin.  

You felt him stop by your clothed cunt, his nose brushing the fabric that now stuck to your lips. It was a beautiful sight for him, seeing how wet you were just from some of his kisses. You felt him breathe against it, the fabric pulling away from your lips briefly – cooling the arousal he had created. You hissed and bucked your hips in his face, smiling when you felt his nose give you the smallest amount of pleasure against your lips.  

“Leon please do something, you’re killing me.” You whimpered, your pussy throbbing with need as he continued to toy with it. He only chuckled, his fingers grasping at your thighs to hold them wide enough, not that being suffocated with your thighs was a bad thing. It was a more glorious death than being killed by a BOW no one was ever told about.  

His lips kissed the soaked panties that hid your cunt away from him, you held his head down there by his hair – pushing it further towards you clothed cunt so he had no other option but to indulge. Leon began to suck, allowing the sweet taste of you come through the panties, the fabric tugging against your clit with each suck he gave.  His eyes fluttered shut as you grinded into him chasing his movements, it meant he was doing it right.  

His fingers slipped underneath the hemline, toying with your folds before finally entering as he sucked harshly on your clit. The pleasure coursed through you quickly just as he intended; it was always the way he worked, a quickie before he took real time with his own orgasm. Yet as his brain filled with thoughts of breeding you it was slowly becoming harder to resist the urge to finally cum inside you. Just like he did before the world cruelly sent him away.  

Leon sucked harder and curled his fingers deeper, they always reached a depth you were never able to reach, you supposed getting married had its perks. It wasn’t long until it finally crashed over you, soaking the fabric of your underwear even more, the wetness sticking to the outline of your cunt as he pulled away. “Good girl,” Leon complimented, his hands finding the hemline of his underwear as he began to free his cock.  

He took a few pumps of his cock, the pre-cum coming out to lube it. Not that he needed it with how soaked he knew you would be. You peeled what was left of your cute little panties off, tossing them along with the rest of the clothes on the floor. Leon could have collapsed to his knees at the sight of your glistening pussy. You watched his boner thump against his stomach as he began crawling up to you.  

You had never seen someone so excited to cum inside you before. You both sighed as he finally entered, his hips grinding his dick inside you slowly. Inching closer to that spot that he knew made your toes curl. He worked methodically, taking his time to relish in the way your walls clenched around him, the way your chest arched towards him. It was beautiful to watch.  

You lips crashed together in a desperate kiss. Messy and quick – matching Leon’s movements as he grew more desperate. His force becoming harder as he subconsciously started to think about his pleasure. “Fuck sweetheart, you’re so wet,” he grunted. Your pussy gripped onto him like a vice, desperate for his load that was soon to come. You both knew it wasn’t long before he finally came, his breaths grew shorter, and his thrust grew more desperate. It was only a matter of time.  

Leon’s attention turned to your breasts, kissing and sucking the soft mounds making sure they got enough attention. All the while his mind was filled with claiming you, making sure that when he wasn’t here others new you weren’t to be messed with. A primal desire that all men had, he just assumed it was never coming. Your nipples hardened in his mouth, the other getting attention from his hand as he groped it. Your fingers entwined with his hair as you pulled him closer to your chest, nurturing him. 

You could feel his cock twitch heavily inside of you, the tip rubbing against that spongey spot only he managed to reach. He groaned as your clenches grew tighter, your body straightening out as you felt that coil tighten. Leon smirked against your chest, pulling away briefly to watch as your eyes fluttered shut to enjoy the movements of his cock. “Come on baby, give me what I want,” He encouraged before doubling his efforts. No longer caring if his own would crash through him, there was always a second round.  

Your body loosened in his arms, a breathless whine releasing from your lips as you finally came. The orgasm crashed through you, your walls suffocating his cock. It was your smirk that threw him over the edge, the pleased smile that flashed across your face as you wrapped your legs around his waist – trapping him in place.  

“Fuck baby,” He groaned as his cock finally let go, his body losing the tension as it loosened to push his cum deeper. His lazy thrusts made a mess of the seed that leaked out of you, ruining the sheets beneath the two of you. He pulled out, sitting back to watch his favourite show. The translucent cum leaking from your overstuffed hole, his load filling you up perfectly.  

“I could get used to this view,” he said, leaving briefly to get a tissue only to be stopped by you. “No leave it, I like feeling what you have done to me,” you said, smiling sweetly as if you hadn’t just said those words. His dick slowly throbbing to life once more like he was a teenager turning the pages of his secret porn magazine.  “Say no more” Leon chuckled as he laid next you, holding close once more, the very thing he vowed to claim. 

Thank you for all the support this year! I hope you enjoyed, reblogging and feedback is always welcomed. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged for future days.

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Day 3 - Aphrodisiacs

DI! Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Needy Leon/Reader, Established Relationships, Husband/Dilf Leon, Girl dad, Breeding kink if you look closely ig, Unprotected sex, Cream pie x2, Holidays, Leon uses tab chocolate instead of normal lol, Mating Press, Words: 2.6k Smutmas Masterlist// 2024 Advent // Taglist

He felt bad as he watched you walk through the door, your nose red like Rudolph from the cold despite the scarf you had tucked just under it. You wore the thickest jacket he owned to fight off the winter chill, and it still wasn’t enough clearly as the fur stuck to your face due to it being complete wet through. He could’ve made a joke about how he warned you before you left for work this morning but seeing you standing there shivering broke his heart, even more so when he was reminded that today was Christmas eve.  

He had offered to pick you up from work, but as Leon described his magical day that he had planned with the girls you couldn't resist breaking it. He supposed it was more natural to your routine for you to get back on your own, even with the weather forecast. More often than not he wasn’t home, so him picking you up was a rare and treasured treat. Leon knew if he wanted to sleep within the warmth of the bed that the jokes must remain under control, in this state you were fragile.  

Which is why he turned to focusing on doing what he knew best, taking care of you.  

“Come here, you’re frozen,” he chuckled, his hands working quickly to strip the soggy fabric of the scarf away from your face. Smiling softly at your Rosey cheeks. Leon settled well in the domestic lifestyle, something he treasures and protects with everything that he can. For Leon, having Christmas off was a miracle. It was the least the DSO could do after he almost died in San Fransico. He was so excited to cuddle under the blankets with you and his girls as you watched all the classic Christmas movies.  

“Not going to make some cheap comment about how you told me so?” You teased, your lips curving into a smile as you looked at him. “It was tempting” he admitted. You sighed at his warmth as he bought you into a hug, the biceps you loved all those years ago had finally returned as so did his spark. Having him here was your wish come true. “Go and have a warm bath, I’ll get the film set up before they go to bed.” He whispered against the crown of your head. You felt his voice vibrate through his chest, the satisfised hum he always made when you were finally in his arms followed.  

You would never doubt the love he had for you and his girls, even when he was deep in his drinking last year. That bottle was always out of sight for the girls at least. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for them. You could hear them giggling at him as he wrangled them to collect blankets and get into their fluffiest pjs, their excited giggles were what made the house a home, you dread the day when they leave and you lose the sound of happiness in the home.  

The water enveloped you in a warm hug as you sunk down into it, though nothing could be as good as a hug from your husband. All evidence that you were even trapped in the storm soon faded, turning your skin warm instead of frozen, your hair detangled from the wind as you heavily applied conditioner to it. You allowed everything that made the day back to sink down the drain with the water, opting for the fluffiest pjs to snuggle in before you finally headed downstairs feeling refreshed.  

Leon was in the kitchen gathering the snacks when you finally made it to the lounge, whilst your children argued who got to sit next to dad and which one got to hug him the longest. You smiled at the sight of him over the stove, warming a pot of chocolate and milk, turning it into his “infamous” Hot chocolate. A classic in this household after Sherry taught him how to do it all those years ago.   

“I didn’t realise we had any chocolate.” You said, leaning against the counter next to him. He smiled and sighed happily when he felt your damp hair fall against his shoulder, the very top strands tickling his neck. A few getting tangled in the beard he had yet to trim. “I found it buried at the back, hopefully it tastes good.” He shrugged, allowing you to move away briefly before pouring the mixture into the mugs. Cheap looking Christmas ones your parents got you last year, Mr & Mrs, a title that still felt surreal to have with him. “The girls have chocolate milk though, so more for us.” He whispered, that infamous smirk placed on his lips.  

You followed him through the house, watching as the girls separated finally realising that they could have a side each. You watched him envelope them with the same warmth you got year after year in your marriage. There was nowhere safer than those arms he chiselled into a blanket of safety. The jealousy of being left out that had started to rise as you tried to join in the cuddle, began to slowly sink as he somehow managed to squish you under the blanket. The soft sound of the Christmas music filled the room as the magic of Christmas eve trapped the Kennedy household in a moment of peace.  

It was about halfway through the film when Leon began to feel it. A small tinge of heat creeping up his neck and back down to his cock. A subtle throb that didn’t go away no matter how much of the hot chocolate he drank - a poor attempt from him to wash away what he assumed was a growing fever. His body began to ache, his fingers scratching against the back of the sofa as they sought to grasp at something. He knew the girls were asleep, the soft snores barely audible over the sound of the film finishing blew against his leg.  

“I’ll put the mugs back in the kitchen and then help you put them to bed,” you coughed nervously, quickly scrambling your way to the kitchen. He leant back against the sofa, swallowing loudly as he tried to get rid of the growing fever- the growing erection. Thank God for blankets.  

You were no better than Leon, frantically hunting the kitchen for a glass of water. It was only then you saw the wrapper of what you assumed to be the chocolate Leon used to make your drinks. It was by the 3rd sip you felt it, the familiar blushing heat Leon gave to you when he looked at you slightly longer or when he stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leaning against it to tempt you like the books you read. Of course, he had to have accidentally used the joke gift you were going to give him, Tab chocolate, a gimmick you found online that you assumed was a fake.  

However, it defiantly proved you wrong.  

You walked back to the living room, your clit brushing against your panties as it remained painfully erect. Your body ached; your legs almost buckled at the sight of him lying there with your children. It reminded you of how you came about having a second, watching him lay on the sofa with your first child in his arms did wonders for your sex drive. Despite the turmoil you were both in, you suffered for a few final moments, to ensure that your sweet girls into bed and playing Santa Claus.  

The longer the chocolate had to settle the stronger the effects. You could see Leon struggling, constantly pawing at his sweats to the point it might just be easier for him to strip them. You felt him grab at you, his hands rough as he pulled you away from the carefully curated present display. Only the Christmas tree light illuminating your shadows. When the bedroom door shut, his lips were on yours in a second. His actions hidden through the primal desire to have you closer.  

“Fuck I need you so bad, this shit is almost painful,” Leon grunted as he pulled your body flushed against his. You felt his twitching cock claw against the fabric that separated it from your aching core. The outline of it more prominent than you had ever seen, he clearly wasn’t lying about it being painful. Your nails started to leave left crescent shaped lines in his skin as you held onto him tightly, the heat that throbbed through you was harsher now you were close to him.  

Your underwear sticking to your pussy uncomfortably as he continued to take over your senses with kisses against your neck, sucking softly against your pulse point with a wicked smirk. “Leon - fuck – I need you, please.” You begged, your hands moving from his arms to his shirt.  

He helped you remove each piece of clothing until you were both stood in front of each other naked. Your sex’s dripping with a constant stream of arousal. Leon’s pre cum dripped down the sides of his cock like candle wax, your knees almost buckling for a taste, your mouth opening partially to take in his cock. You didn’t have the chance though, not as he began stalking you towards the bed pressing you against it until you fell back flat against it. Creating a beautiful display of his wife, you watched his cock twitch above you. His balls full and tight in full display as he crawled onto the bed.  

Leon’s fingers were possessive as they grasped at your bare cunt, the tips slipping inside just slightly as he sought your warmth, craved the feel of your cunt clenching around his finger like they were starved from him. Leon could feel his primal instincts taking over his control as he soon towered over you, each touch he gave you growing more intense than the last. “What have you done to me?” He whispered against your skin, his breath hot and sticky as it fanned over you.  

The temptation to touch him yourself growing too much as you looked down between you at his dripping cock. Globs of pre-cum creating a puddle just above your pelvis. “You were the one that made the drink.” You giggled. His lips silenced you, sealing them shut in a heated his as his dripping tip sought the entrance of your cunt. You felt him rub himself through your folds. His once young cock now thicker and heavier in his age as it rubbed against you, it wasn’t only his looks that got better with age.  

Despite the desperation his body was filled with, Leon made no effort to rush this moment. His tip entered first, the intrusion stretching enough to feel him without proper stimulation as he softly grinded his hips. If the effects of the chocolate made Leon this hard, then perhaps you should get it more often. “You bought the chocolate, were you gunna get Santa to put it in my stocking?”  

“Well, you had been a good boy this year,”  

Your smart remark was met with a thrust, his cock stretching your walls as he bottomed out using your arousal as lube. Your body relaxed at the feeling, the heat that pricked against your skin - now settled in that coil Leon never failed to tighten. His movements were once again slow; a rhythm lacking in his movements which inherently prolonged your orgasm.  

His cock was stiff in your cunt as he slowly increased his assault, there wasn't an inch of him you didn’t feel as he drove himself deeper inside of you. Neither of you spoke as he continued his efforts, the anticipation on what the enhanced orgasm would feel like took away any breath you would have wasted on dirty talk. You watched as he leant back, watching as his hips pistoned into you, the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock with ease was something he wished would be burnt in his memory for later use. Your arousal was dripping around his cock like a foam adding to the personal porn collection he had in his mind for those private moments when he was away. A good wank was always the best stress reliver after another near-death experience.  

“Fuck You’re so wet sweetheart,”  

“Please Leon, I need to cum so badly.” You whimpered, your own hips beginning to move against his at a fast past to create the pleasure you needed for the orgasm your body was begging for as your cunt held onto his cock tightly. Leon hands moved away, breaking the grasp, you had on him as he manoeuvred you into a position you were familiar with, his favourite one to ensure whatever he had to give you took. Your knees hit your chest as he folded you, his form enveloping you in the scent of himself. 

He tried not to buckle as you clawed at his back with the new positions, your kisses leaving tender marks all along his shoulders. “You’re so hard Leon-” You whimpered again. You were trapped against him, his body pinning you down as he slowed his thrusts into shallow grinds. His cock twitching like mad as his balls tightened, his release was close.  

“All you sweet, All for you.” He grunted as he moved, “I need you to cum sweetheart, be a good girl please”  

You nodded at his request allowing your body to slip into the more pliable state he needed. Your breaths mixed as he drew closer, his lips ghosting yours in a light kiss. It was only until he felt your walls clench around his cock that he drove in once more and placed his load deep inside you. The scratch didn’t fade; the unbearable heat only headed to his cock one more.  

He pulled out watching his cum drip out of your swollen pussy and stared at his red tip. Cum continued to spew out, an unstoppable force until the effects of one innocent hot chocolate faded. “Can you handle another round? I need you again please,” He panted, his hand already spreading the cum along the shaft of his cock. The movements quick and sloppy, as grew desperate. “Please baby, I need you to,” He begged.  

Leon had begged before, to let him give you the two beautiful girls you now had, to have sex in the shower or the guest room at your parents' house. However, he never sounded like this, a breathy whine lacing the tone of his voice. “Okay,” You responded, your legs spreading once more displaying the cream pie he had already given to you. A Christmas Present indeed.  

His cock slid in with ease, the chocolate fuelling the heated desire between you both as your kisses grew sloppy. His hips were fast and short, not caring if you came alongside him. He wasn’t afraid to get his hands or mouth dirty to finish you if he did it too soon.  

“Fuck baby, you’re keeping me trapped, such a good girl” He whispered in your ear, his hips snapping one final time as his cock twitched. He filled you with warmth, the sensation of being overstuffed by him allowed your orgasm to finish. It was only then doing the effects of Leons mistake wear off. The heat then began to fade from the both of you.  

He laid next to you, his cock finally growing soft, all be it at a slower pace than normal. You could feel his eyes on you as he glanced over, a small smile placed on his lips as he looked at the mess of his cock and your pussy. “At least if you get pregnant the maternity leave would stop you from walking in the rain” He joked, leaning closer to you so you could cuddle into him. “I wouldn’t have to drink you spike hot chocolates if I'm not a drowned rat like today”  

“Well, never say never love” 

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[silly-things6]

My favorite think In smut is when a man is so pussy drunk he begs the other character to marry them,

[zephilyr]

HE LOOK SO GOOD IM GONNA CUMMMM

[tinysunshine-deactivated2026020]

just fyi, fanfic culture is dying because people from tik tok (and most likely people who shouldn’t be on tumblr reading smut anyway) leave hate comments, harrass the writers, people call anyone writing fanfic that’s slightly dark rape apologists and pedophiles, people that enjoy the fics don’t comment, there’s no actual engagement…why would anyone want to write anything?

people write fanfic because it’s fun and they want to share it. tumblr community used to be a place where people would come in your inbox and talk about fic, your favorite characters. now you publish something with rough sex and people start calling you the most horrific names in existence.

at the same time, there are parts of tumblr that are getting so dark it scares me to even be on this website.

i just wanna have a pink page and talk about calling my fave fictional men daddy 😭 i’m in my twenties. i have a busy busy life. this is supposed to be a fun escape. content for adults by adults featuring adults.

#maketumblrfunagain

[silly-things6]

I wanna bounce on it until her cries

[dollfacefantasy]

i've been reading this book recently that has a lot to do with abuse and other dark themes and it's made me think about the difference between what ppl find acceptable for published authors to write about and what they find acceptable for fanfic writers (specifically x reader) to write about. because like in novels all sorts of dark themes are explored and it's to be expected in that medium, but in fanfic, people attack anything they deem problematic (and i don't even mean only dead dove stuff, though that gets it the most, i've seen stuff like cheating get hate comments too).

i guess it's because ppl view x reader as inherently wish fulfillment/the writer's fantasy (among other reasons) but idk. i just keep thinking about it cause i see posts like "i'm sick of smut, i want a fic i can think about." but then the same ppl don't allow writers to explore so much that could be thought-provoking or emotionally impactful.

and i always hear this argument of like "well it's only because they romanticize it" but genuinely i don't think the ppl saying that know what that word means. so many fics i've seen get that label do not romanticize whatever the dark topic is, but actual movies and books do!! all the fucking time!!

i know i'm kind of rambling here but i just wanted to talk about this cause i've been thinking about it a lot lately. i've kind of been frustrated with the x reader community on here, and i've seen some of my mutuals/blogs i like getting hate. obviously i'm not saying ppl can't have personal tastes/find certain things icky but the level of hate i see just makes me sad. writing and reading is just so fucking fun and i wish ppl would be less hall-monitory about it.

[silly-things6]

I want to tease him so much he has no choice but to bend me over and fuck me so I can leave him alone :)

[lumesiren]

♱ 𝐏★𝐑𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 #𝟏 ── SYLUS QIN .ᐟ

🐦‍⬛ ⋮ sylus said he wanted to try something new tonight, never in your wildest dreams it was him playing with your pussy with his new gun

🐦‍⬛ ⋮ having a rough day? don't worry, sylus is here to finger you into completion

🐦‍⬛ ⋮ sylus is a patient man, but a naughty kitty kept teasing him. solution? ass spanks & pussy rubs

🐦‍⬛ ⋮ sylus and his creampies for kitten

🐦‍⬛ ⋮ deepthroating sylus to ease his mind from the ruined deal earlier

🐦‍⬛ ⋮ sylus waking you up in the middle of the night after walking mephisto outside

𑣲 notes: sylus version as promised !! lmk if the links don't work so i can fix it asap. have fun, horny people :3

[silly-things6]

I need a sugar daddy in like a way that still makes me an independent women. I need an investor that will kiss me sometimes