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A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 1 - Creampies

Kink: Creampies

Pairing: F!Nymph!Reader x M!Satyr

Other Kinks: Eating Out, Praise

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1137

Kinktober Masterlist

Sometime’s, Satyrs can be a blessing in disguise.

Most of your sisters hated them. They were always lurking at the edges of the grotto’s and rivers, desperate in their attempts to catch your attention for the night. They didn’t mind debasing themselves in the most obscene ways if it meant you’d give in for sex, whether it was playing their flutes for hours and hours just to be paid in a kiss, or flashing you in hopes you’d be impressed by their “package’. Absolutely relentless, they never seemed to know when to give up.

But at this very moment-

“Oh, by the gods!” You throw your head back onto the mossy rock, hands scrambling to find purchase to grip your nails into. The rougher edges of Chileos’ horns press against your inner thighs, legs unconsciously locking around as his tongue fucks into your pussy. 

“Does that feel good, milady?” The young satyr mutters out between long licks up your pussy lips, muffled by being nose deep in your cunt. He sucks and kisses at your clit, now throbbing and engorged, rewarded by your sweet juices spilling out against his scruffy chin. “I want to make you feel good.” 

Normally you wouldn't encourage this kind of behavior. But something about the satyr’s sweet, demure face, desperately offering to eat your cunt in return for one creampie, was too adorable for you to resist.

“Y-yes, very good, Chileos. You have a-aaah!” Your normally melodic voice is cut short as he shoves his tongue back inside, prodding your spongy insides with precision. “Y-you have a very talented mouth.” 

Chileos hums, the corners of his eyes squinching up as he smiles against your center, small tail wagging as he continues to feast. He nuzzles his nose right against your button, applying double the pressure as he licks you open.

Your toes begin to curl as your stomach leaps in place, hips humping up like a whore to force Chileos even deeper. Hand thrown over your mouth, slightly ashamed that you’re enjoying being ravished by a satyr of all things, you moan into your palm.

“O-oh! Right there! Right there!” Chileos digs his palms into your juicy ass and speeds up his pace, focusing on the sensitive spot he just hit. Like the ocean being pulled out to tide, your core feels taught as your climax approaches. “Y-yes, Chileos!’

Throwing your hips and chest up, you squirt delicious ambrosia all over Chileo’s face, watching as it drips down his chin and onto the grass below. The satyr himself tries his best to not waste a drop, lapping and panting, but it’s too much even for his voracious mouth to suckle all of it down.

Still buzzing from the high of your orgasm, you yank up Chileos by his horns, his tongue still lolled out in desperation to drink you whole. You don’t give him a moment to speak, dragging him up your body and into a kiss.

“D-did I do well?” Chileos says amidst tongues and saliva, grinding his furry lower half against your bare core.

“V-very well, Chileos.” A moaning gasp leaps up Chileos’ throat when you grab the base of his cock, guiding his head right to your sopping hole. “I think it’s time for your reward.”

Chileos’ eyes sparkle, hastily throwing his body weight on top of yours as he sinks in, balls deep, with just one thrust. You gasp, surprised by just how much you still stretch and burn around his cock.

Is he part centaur?! What is this-

Your own inner monologue stops still when Chileos starts to jackhammer his hips into you. His sweat and your cum stick his fur to your thighs and stomach, hung balls slapping against the crest of your ass.

“A-ah! This is the best day-” Chileos’ whole body shudders, but his pace never falters, “-the b-best day of my whole life!” Surprisingly muscled arms encircle around the small of your back, pulling you up and even closer into Chileos’ chest. He braces his hooves against the grass and hikes you up to rest your weight on his thighs, this new angle letting him hump and bounce you on his cock at the same time. Your pussy clenches, sensitive and raw from before, but chases the high of his cockhead hitting your cervix. 

Chileos is insatiable, licking and sucking at the crux of your neck like Tantalus himself, always fiending for a taste. Sweat pools between the cruz of your bodies yet he never slows in his thrusts, nor does he seem to struggle with holding you as he does. 

“Your pussy is so-o good.” Chileos slurs, still sloppily licking at your pulse. “I can’t believe I get to fill you up, feel you squeezing my cock as I pump you full.” The world spins as Chileos throws you back down onto the ground, though much gentler than you expected. He grabs the bottom of your legs and presses them against your chest, somehow reaching even deeper with his bulbous cock head. Your legs tremble, only held up by the weight of Chileos in between them. “Aah, I think I've reached the very end of you.” Drool drips down from Chileos mouth onto your cheek. In your debauchery, you don’t even care. “What Dionysian pleasure.”

Chileos swivels his hips in circles, just feeling his tip against your womb knowing he’s gonna pump it full of cum any minute now. 

His muscles are aching, his head as fuzzy as yours, but it’s back to business in no time at all, Chileos resuming the punishing thrusts of his cock. He feels like he’s splitting you open, that you’ll never know emptiness ever again.

“C-close.” Is all you can say, eyes rolled back into your head. Chileos gasps, an expression of true joy on his face.

“Let's cum together, please? Pretty please?” You didn’t think it was possible, but Chileos starts moving even fast, chasing your orgasm and his own. “Please, please, please I want to cum in you when you cum. Oh, please, Dionysus hear my prayers-”

The lascivious god must be listening, because your  second orgasm hits like a shockwave, your whole body tensing as you pussy milks Chileos like a cow. His eyes go cross as your tight walls push him over the edge, hips stuttering as he finally unloads inside you.

“Y-yes!”

Your stomach feels fuller as rockets of cum fill up your insides, spurting up over the sides and in between your ass. It takes a whole 10 seconds for all of Chileos’ seed to be spent, his cock twitching and shooting like a pump.

With his adrenaline fading, Chileos collapses on top of you. He stinks, sweat mixing with his goat hair as he nuzzles into you.

“B-best day…” His eyes finally close, sinking into a deep slumber, “...ever.”

Looking for someone to be on call with 24/7 who doesn’t mind me randomly moaning & whimpering when I start jerking off

John Price's hand wrapped around your throat, keeping you on your knees. He blows cigar smoke in your face before demanding, "Ask me nice."

Your eyes water. "Please, Mommy."

let it pulse inside while I keep reminding you how in love with you I am

It’s been a minute - the last two weeks have been mind bogglingly stupid. But hopefully things are settling now? Idk anyway - consider this something to tide yall over until I can put out the Price/Reader/Simon fic

I am thinking about that threshold of dating when you get past all the prettiness. Like, when being human just becomes part of the relationship. It stops being carefully picked outfits, styled hair, nice perfume/cologne, careful bites of food.

I’m talking about the intimacy of stupid, stupid shit. I’m talking about the first time Krueger calls your name and you reply in a little gremlin voice “wHaT”.

I’m talking about Simon bringing home a treat for you and you do a weird little run, arms swinging and knees coming up too high, to get it from him.

Kyle staring in a mix of horror and fond exasperation as you quote, word for word and perfect intonation, your favorite bit from a YouTube video or tv show or comedy special.

Baffling Nikto by having a stupid ongoing bit that he doesn’t understand and you refuse to explain. Something like, “and I’m gonna eat your captain, of course”. What does that mean? You’re going to eat him?? “Yeah, with salt and butter. Nom nom.”

You pull that bit where you do shitty cosplays of characters. Johnny nearly pissed himself when you wandered into the kitchen covered in green paint with construction paper ears, mumbling in a little old man voice “consume cheez-its, I must, or rip Kenobi a new one, I will.”

Dancing badly, like not even cute badly, just BADLY in the kitchen or while you’re cleaning. It looks almost like you’re having a seizure really. Price is about two seconds from banning that “shake it” song by neon trees

Konig fears “Squirrel Girl” - his pretty little girlfriend disappears to be replaced with this creature that mutters about nesting and acorns and hibernating for winter.

Keegan just about died of embarrassment the first time you pretended his dick was microphone and leaned in close, saying “is this thing on? What’s the deal with airplane food?”

On that note - Gromsko didn’t realize having a pretty little stay at home wife like a traditional marriage meant his dick becomes fair game. She’s grabbin’ him like a handful of candies. When he asks why she points and says “that’s mine by law” and puts a bottle cap on it. “He’s got a hat now”. You make fantastic pies but you also keep asking to hold it while he pees.

You fuss at Velikan to hold still so you can preen in the visor of his helmet. You also put stickers on it and purposefully guilt trip him if he tries to remove it.

Oh and stealing clothes? Oh sure a t-shirt is hot. But their workout shorts? Their underwear or ugly military socks? Sooooo much better than the cute silk set you bought when you first started dating - for you, anyway.

I’m just so here for the weird intimacy of people moving past the aesthetic honeymoon phase of their relationship. Especially when it’s one of the guys who def hasn’t been in a comfortable long term relationship before (like konig or simon).

Same vibes as that time Robert Pattinson invited his stalker out to dinner and she lost interest because he simultaneously so weird but so boring. Not cute weird shit, just weird shit that you would never do in front of anyone else. Stupid, ugly faces and funky voices/impressions and cursed walking/running around.

saw this post and was immediately hit by the idea of your boyfriend soap begging you for nudes. please, bonnie, he's going to be out in the field for so long, and he wants something to look at when he has a moment to sneak in a quick little 'self care' session.

it takes a lot of cajoling, but you finally agree on the condition that you go to a professional boudoir photographer to get them done. fine by soap, he doesn't care if it's a blurry selfie or taken in a studio. a picture of your ass is a picture of your ass, and his only gripe is how long it takes for you to get them done.

as soon as the prints come back you send johnny off with a digital copis for his phone and a printed ones for his wallet. there's an especially beautiful shot of you bent over, bare ass and pussy on display while twinkling fairy lights criss-cross your skin like electric shibari. they all look pretty gorgeous if you say so yourself, and watching johnny's eyes and smile go wide upon sorting through them makes you feel every bit as beautiful as he constantly tells you that you are. his only complaint is that your pretty face isn't visible in any of them, but that's ok, hen, he's got plenty of your selfies he supposes.

johnny leaves for work and comes back over a month later, exhausted and relieved to be back in your arms. you only get a few days with just the two of you before his unit's invited him (and by association, you) out for drinks to celebrate an op well done. it's a little awkward, being the only girlfriend to show up on their partner's arm. you're not entirely certain if the rest of the 141 have spouses or partners. maybe they do, and this was meant to be a 141 only affair.

self consciousness doesn't have a chance to sink it's claws into you, however, as the other three members of johnny's task force make you feel very welcomed. they buy you drinks and are very free with physical affections, captain patting you on the thigh and gaz slinging an arm around your shoulder while ghost kicks your boyfriend's ass at darts. the three of the tapdance on the line of friendly and overfamiliar, but you force yourself to let go of any unease for the sake of keeping the peace. after all, these are johnny's friends. surely they wouldn't try something untoward, especially not with him right here?

alarm bells don't start to well and truly go off until the end of the night, while you all wait for an uber that will take all of you back to your shared flat with soap. it'll be easier and cheaper for everyone to crash at the same place, johnny explains with a dismissive pat on your ass. besides, they're his brothers in arms. what's his is theirs, ye ken? surely it's not that much trouble to accommodate the men who have saved his life countless times and brought him back safely to ye?

as you wait in the cold and dark, the lingering touches stay longer, and johnny doesn't seem to care or notice that ghost's hand is starting to knead at the plushness of your hip with a grip that feels rough and altogether too possessive. between the alcohol and the unease at being groped by a masked man, all you can do is squeak out to ghost that he's hurting you, to please let go, to please stop.

"easy, simon. don't want to scare off our girl, do you?" the captain says around the cigar that's lodged between his teeth. the breath in your lungs comes to a stand still and your vision narrows to a single point when you see it- a disposable lighter, with a very familiar photo of your ass and pussy printed on it, illuminated by the bar's neon lights and click, click, clicking futilely in the captain's hand, unable to create a spark. all used up, your brain supplies unhelpfully.

"here, cap, use mine." gaz offers, winking your direction as he fishes out a lighter from his pocket- one with another familiar photo, where your tits are pressed together, manicured nails pinching at your nipples. an inexplicable heat washes over you as the humiliation burns against your cheeks, and it doesn't even register that your mouth is hanging open until a gloved finger presses against your jaw and closes it with a click of your teeth.

kinktober: cockwarming (john price x reader x simon in underground fighter au)

You're no fan of real-time violence.

Movies can never replicate its visceral reality— the sharp metallic tang that clings to the air, mingled with salt and the bitter stench of the swill these local colors call beer. Even worse is having to be the one to patch Simon up with trembling, blood-slick fingers and your molars sunk into the thick of your tongue to keep your lunch where it belongs.

So when Simon sends you Price's way with a firm palm on your arse and his spit still warm on your lips, you're grateful. He'll keep ya busy.

You're not counting his blood money, if that's what he was thinking.

"Course not, love," Price says, the rings on his thick fingers glinting under the dim light overhead as he opens the door to his office. It smells of worn leather, polished wood, and layered on top is the heady aroma of tobacco, rich, unmistakable. (You will not stay if he lights one of those puppies up. You like your lungs how they are.)

"Tha's wha' the bill counter is for." You can feel the warmth of his palm seeping through your clothes— a steady presence at the base of your spine, guiding you forward with a subtle push.

You'd expected him to let you pluck a book off the well-stocked shelf that's been beckoning you since you laid eyes on it and curl up on his couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders. Maybe even chat you up with small talk, ask about your week, school/job, and how you were adjusting to this new life.

Not with his broad front curling around your back, breath warming the shell of your ear, while you stare at the smooth, raised skin on his knuckles— which is less furry than the rest of him— in hopes that you don't fall apart around the thick of his cock. He's got a hand flat on the desk, small finger slanting to the side probably from where it healed wrong, and the other's signing off paperwork you couldn't even try to understand with a clear mind, much less one that's spinning from the sheer want for friction, relief.

Your arse pulses hot from where he'd reprimanded you earlier for squirming too much.

"Quite obedient. Simon's taught ya well." He hisses when you tighten up involuntarily, indignation cutting through the sluggish heat you've been burning in at his remark. Obedient. Taught. As if you're some kind of lap dog, yipping and rolling over for a treat. (Or in this case, a cock.)

"Easy, love. Jus' a joke." The hand he'd had on the desk comes to squeeze at the meat of your ribs, a small gesture, before weaving down to your cunt, fingers spreading, feeling how well split you are around his length, lips spread wide. "I'd hate f'you to turn my own guard dog against me, eh?" His apology comes in jerky little circles, smearing slick over your neglected clit, coarse hair of your mons coated milky white.

Each stroke of his fingers only bows your spine, winding it like one would a key on the back of a doll, your muscles coiling with tension, bodily response not your own after being denied release for god knows how long.

The sharp tap on the door goes completely unnoticed by you, but not Price. His pace remains steady, continuous, as Simon walks in through the door with crimson peppered on his cream wifebeater.

"John." Through bleary eyes, you see Simon settle in the chair across from you both, legs long, knuckles angry red and swollen as he palms himself over his denim. "Gaz may or may not 'ave goaded Soap into a fight."

Price's hand stops abruptly, desperation clogging your throat, the coil beneath your navel cranked so tight you might just scream. His voice rattles you from behind. "And?"

Simon's got his jeans bunched to his knees now, cock resting heavy atop his thighs, quads' ridges shifting as he gets comfortable. He might just be a tad bigger than what you've got sitting snugly against the plug of your womb.

"They're tumblin' outside, among civil folk. I doubt gettin' 'em out will be as painless this time 'round."

Price snarls and you find yourself empty, straddling Simon's hips, your inner thighs burning at the width. "Bloody fuckin'—," the sound of his belt buckle peters off soon after he walks out the door.

Your hands can feel Simon's shoulders flexing as he runs a fist up his length, eyes heavy lidded and focused on the creamy slick dampening your curls. His cock sits long on your stomach.

"'ave a seat, then." Amusement curls his lip, usual pink scar on his lip stretched silver. Your knees don't reach the cushion he's on properly, so you place your feet right above his own for leverage, legs folded tight.

His fingers dimple your waist as you lower yourself onto him, breath rushing out of your lungs as he fills you, aching, burning, a stretch you'll never really get used to, the pinch deep in your core causing discomfort to clump your lashes together until you're flush against him.

"Sit real pretty now. Gotta wait f'r Price t'give me my earnin's."

You're gonna rip his ear off with your teeth if you don't get to come soon.

"Claws in," he mutters, thumbing your pebbled nipple through your shirt. "Won't be too long."

(It was too long but worth every bloody second in the end.)

reblog to bonk prev with yr forehead like a cat

Naga boyfriend using your thighs as earmuffs

Imagine Naga boyfriend loving to stick his head between your plump thighs because they are so warm.

It’s his favorite place to be and that's where he is often found.

He nuzzles into you and his forked tongue happens to slip between your pussy lips.

He spends hours just slowly working you from one orgasm to another. The stimulation just causes your body to heat up even more.

Even when you pass out he doesn't remove himself from you, he just snuggles closer and enjoys your warmth, making sure your thighs stay securely wrapped around his head.

the bunny picture made me think of just being a cat riding around in someone’s pocket telling them all about my day and about the different thing I am interested in, like some good fanfics

i would love that honestly, all cuddly and cute and happy pressed close to their heart in distance for a pet or two. i swear i was made to be pocket sized

When you suckin his dick all sloppy and he brings your head up and kisses you😩😩

𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓋼𓍊𓋼

𓋼𓍊 𓋼𓍊

𓍊𓋼 𓍊𓋼

𓋼𓍊 𓋼𓍊

𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓋼𓍊𓋼

You are Soap's girlfriend yes, but it depends on the situation who exactly is in your bed.

If Soap is all wound up or overstimulated and handling it badly then you get Ghost in bed with you. He handles your boyfriend beautifully and while you would be content to watch, you don't say no to getting absolutely ruined by him.

If something exciting has happened or there is a cause for celebration then there Gaz is. It's always so much fun when he joins, he makes jokes when he's fucking you and you laugh which you discover feels absolutely wild with a dick or two inside of you.

You don't think Price is interested and to an extent he's not. At least not until you get pregnant. He can't keep his hands off of you then, fucking you soundly with his tongue, his fingers, his fists or his cock at least twice a day.

You're angry with Soap? Ale and Rudy show up to fuck it out of you. Soap is angry with you? Farah is there to dom the two of you so hard that you reconcile in an overstimulated and well fucked haze. You both want a bit of a fancy night? Nik and Kate are both good for it and they enjoy getting to spoil you before making you pay for it in the riskiest of public settings. Need to get some aggression out? Mace likes it when you fight him and fight him hard.

There truly is a lover for every occasion you and your boyfriend find yourselves in and you wouldn't have it any other way.

yet another imposible beauty standart for women U_U

Me and who? 🖤🤍

Make her laugh and cum.

Yes, babygirl, you can walk around with a vial of my blood as long as my names carved on your skin

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

Take It Like A Champ

Kyletober Day 2: Tummy Bulge

Summary: “You can fit your cock in that?” “All of it.” “Screamin’ Jesus what I would pay to watch that.” “How about for free?”

Pairing: Kyle x fem!reader, slight Johnny x reader

Word Count: 1,179 words

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, Kyle has a big cock, bulge, exhibitionism and voyeurism, masturbation, slight threesome, language

A/N: Are you breathing still? It's only day 2. I quite like this one actually, though it's not my favorite of the group.

MASTERLIST

“You can fit your cock in that?” 

“All of it.” 

“Screamin’ Jesus what I would pay to watch that.” 

“How about for free?” 

That’s the conversation that led you to where you are now, seated over your boyfriend’s stomach, his thick cock in your hand as you stare at his coworker...no, his friend, as he’d specified to you. Johnny, his name is. The excitable Scotsman was here for one reason, and that’s to watch you be fucked by your boyfriend. 

It sends a thrill down your spine. 

You hold eye contact with those cerulean eyes as you stroke your boyfriend’s cock, your fingers just barely able to wrap around it fully. Kyle is thicker than he is long, but that’s always been your preference. The first time you laid eyes on his cock you nearly proposed marriage. 

You did after the first time you had sex with him. 

He’s not just big, he knows how to use it. 

You squirt more lube onto his cock despite the fact you’re drooling slick all over his stomach right now. He’d fucked you to two orgasms with his fingers, spreading you open to take him. Johnny had watched carefully, the bulge in his own pants growing with every wet squelch of Kyle’s fingers in your pussy. 

You make it a point to stare at him as you release Kyle’s cock, pushing yourself up onto your knees over him. You dip your lube-slicked fingers into your pussy before you take his cock in your hand again, guiding it to your center. You drag the uncut head through your folds a couple of times before you push it against your hole, doing your best to relax as his tip begins to spread you open. 

Your eyes flutter as you moan in ecstasy just from the burning stretch of him. You’ve always liked a little pain, a little roughness. Johnny’s eyes are on your pussy, watching it gape open around Kyle’s cock. Your eyes are on his face, his mouth opening wider and wider as you rock your hips, taking more and more of him into your body. Kyle lays still, letting you do the work as he enjoys the view from behind. He’d rather see your face, but that’s not the point today. 

The goal today is proving a point. The point that you can, in fact, take your boyfriend’s cock. 

You moan as you sink lower and lower on his cock, reaching back to brace your hands against Kyle’s stomach. Johnny leans in closer as you sit your hips down against Kyle’s, his cock fully seated inside of you. 

“Screamin’ Jesus.” Johnny breathes as he stares at the bugle in your stomach. 

“Show him, baby.” Kyle says, leaning up to swat your ass. It shifts his cock inside of you, and you let out a whiny moan. 

You begin to lift yourself up, your body squeezing around Kyle to keep him from popping out before you sink back down onto him. Johnny’s eyes are on your pelvis, watching the bulge of Kyle’s cock as you begin rocking your hips. 

“Fuck...” Johnny groans, leaning back in the chair, his own bulge in his pants on full display. It has to hurt, but he’s refusing to touch it, probably trying to ignore it. 

It’s not an easy task judging by the way his hands are squeezing around the arms of the chair. 

You moan as you bounce on Kyle’s cock, using your hands against his stomach for leverage as you fuck yourself on his girthy length. 

Kyle’s hips jerk up as you squeeze around him, gripping his cock for dear life. You let out a yelp as it bounces you further on his cock, driving his length against your spot. You adjust your position over him as he begins to thrust up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin loud as he drives his hips against your ass. 

Your eyes roll back in pleasure, legs trying to squeeze together as you nearly go blind from your approaching orgasm. 

“Not yet.” Kyle says, stopping his movements, lowering his hips back down. You let out a dissatisfied whine as the pleasure begins to fade, your orgasm getting further away. “Keep going.” He says, swatting your ass again. 

You start to move your own body again, bouncing on his cock. Johnny’s undoing his pants, sliding them down just far enough to pull out his cock. You nearly cum just from the sight of it. He’s thick, not quite as big as Kyle, but still short and girthy. 

You let out a moan, your eyes on his hand as he pumps his cock, his foreskin moving back and forth as he works his hand along his length. 

“Get over here and feel it.” Kyle says, his hands trailing your legs where they’re bent under you. 

Johnny is on his feet instantly, his hand still fisting his cock as his other hand reaches out, pressing against your lower stomach as you continue to bounce on Kyle’s cock. 

“Fucking christ,” Johnny breathes, his fingers twitching as he pushes against your stomach. 

You let out a long moan, your hips jerking as he pushes your spot against the side of Kyle’s thick cock. 

“Just like that.” Johnny breathes, keeping his hand there as Kyle begins to thrust up into you again, Johnny’s hand moving in time with his thrusts. 

“Gonna cum for us?” Kyle groans, bouncing you on his cock. “Gonna show him how pretty you look?” 

You nod, unable to find your words as you stare up into Johnny’s eyes, mouth hanging open as you moan and whine in pleasure. 

“Fuck, fuck.” Kyle groans, getting close with the way he twitches inside of you. 

Johnny’s hand pushes harder against your stomach, your thighs squeezing together as you cum, your whole body shuddering with pleasure. 

Kyle cums not long after, dragging out your orgasm as long as he can before he spills inside of you. Johnny is close too, his hand squeezing around his cock to stop himself from cumming. 

“Cum on her tits. She likes that.” Kyle says, giving him permission. 

You sit there, still spread open around Kyle’s cock as Johnny moves in front of you, frantically pumping his cock. He lets out delicious sounding moans as he gets closer and closer, your eyes locked on his. Spurts of warm cum splatter into your chest as he lets out a long groan, his hips jerking as he cums all over your tits. 

“Fuck,” He lets out a long groan, squeezing the last bit of cum out of his tip. 

“Well?” Kyle asks, sitting up behind you. Your legs tremble as it shifts his cock inside of you. Kyle’s hand reaches around, pressing against the bulge in your lower stomach. 

“Ye were right.” Johnny smirks. “She can take it.” 

“Told you.” Kyle smiles, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “What do you think?” He asks you. 

You stare up at Johnny, a smirk on your lips before you turn your head to look at Kyle. “Can we keep him?”  

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Just want someone to touch my boobs tbh

when he tells you to bend over and the view is just so mesmerizing that he forgets about fucking you entirely and falls to his knees to put his mouth on you instead

himbos have the filthiest breeding kinks; don’t let their puppy eyes fool you. they will put those stupidly big muscles to use and fold you into a mating press, half-begging to cum inside, half-insisting that it’ll feel so good. and it’s hard to blame them for having such huge loads that they need to spill and fuck back into you again and again and again…

Kisses on your hips before holding you while I fuck you like a fleshlight