HOW MANY ROUNDS CAN THEY GO?
FEATURING... T.WRIGHT, B. THOMAS, HABIT, T. ROGERS, J. WOODS, J. NYRAS, J. ARKENSAW, N. OUELLETTE
TIM WRIGHT - THREE
I'd say this is max for him. Some might be disappointed by that, but trust me when I say he's knocking your ass out in those three rounds. You won't be left unsatisfied, and you won't be left without a bruised pussy and a limp. He takes his time and yet takes you apart so good it makes your head swim. Its hard and slow, brutal thrusts that come just far enough apart to let you get a breath in. And the foreplay? You're sensitive by the time you really get started, and even with breaks between rounds you're still left half asleep and sore.
BRIAN THOMAS - FOUR
That fourth round is thrown in for the sake of overstimulating you as much as he naturally can. That's not to say that he won't keep going afterward with his hands, mouth, or toys, but with his actual dick that's about as far as he can get before his body gives out on him. He's got a bit of a mean streak in him, he likes having you vulnerable and weak underneath him, and wants as much of that time as possible to be inside of you. But alas, he's just a guy at the end of the day. He'd kill for a stamina like Toby's (or EJ's), and dreams of the day he can go allllll night with you.
HABIT - SIX
Habit lucked out finding Evan as a vessel. He needs time between rounds, sure, but he has such a reactive and sensitive body that it doesn't take long for him to get hard again. But, at the end of the day he's still in a humans body. He wants to go longer, but he's restrained by muscle cramps and exhaustion. Evan can still go quite a while though, his body has great stamina and endurance from years of working out, and with Habit inhabiting (haha) his body for so long he makes good use of it, keeping up the endurance. He also keeps up with the muscle mass, especially with how much he likes to play with his knives and roughhouse so much. This post isn't about muscles im sorry i got distracted
TOBY ROGERS - EIGHT
Only one here (other than EJ) who genuinely can't be stopped by his muscles burning or cramping or overstimulation. He goes until he physically starts shooting blanks, and usually a few more after that, too distracted by your wet cunt to even notice. This also depends on what you consider to be 'rounds'; he likes to make you cum at least once before he actually fucks you, usually using his mouth and hands. Assuming were just talking about penetrative, he can usually get around eight in before he has to tap, mainly to go rehydrate and take a nap. After that he's back to business, but he usually wears you out so much that you can't go anymore.
JEFFERY WOODS - FIVE
I'd say he probably takes a little longer between rounds, only because he likes to build his orgasms up so much that they're a little debilitating. He's a fan of edging the both of you, but especially himself; he's got a lil' masochist side of him he can never seem to fully satiate. Meaning that when he finally cums, it's after what feels like hours of teetering right on the edge; the actual orgasm is intense and leaves him breathless (and limp) for at least a few minutes. It usually takes him around five to throw in the towel, almost immediately falling asleep laying on top of you.
EYELESS JACK - ∞
Unlike our other human bachelors, Jack doesn't suffer from fatigue. His stamina is literally inhuman; he can go as many rounds as you (or he) would like. I know there's a lot of rut!Jack truthers out there, and you guys get it. But realistically, this man could go all day. There's nothing stopping him but your very (presumably) human body, and even then you tend not to come out unscathed from your bedroom encounters. You might find yourself thinking; 'Isn't it supposed to go down after he cums?' and the answer is no, not round here partner. Good luck!
JANE ARKENSAW - SEVEN
Afab folks don't have to wait to get hard again. Sure, you can get rubbed raw, and sure you can get really sensitive, but some of us like that, and Jane really strikes me as the type. I think she's very versatile, willing to give and receive on all fronts. I'd say when she's primarily giving, she can get to about seven, given that her orgasms are a bit more spaced out. When receiving, she tends to be on the side of five or six. When it's both, and on top of receiving pleasure she's getting to see your pretty face while you cum, she tends to go for more, but shorter rounds.
NATALIE OUELLETTE - SIX
I don't see Natalie bottoming or subbing often, but when she does, she can, in fact, handle what she dishes out. You treat her the same way she treats you? Overstim to the max, slapping, hair pulling, biting, all the works, and she can handle it better than you can! Push her around, fuck her rough, turn the vibrator up to the max setting, she can handle it. That being said she tends to get a little fatigued at around round six, the pain-pleasure turning to actual unenjoyable pain around that time.
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idea u shud do the crps with they’re fav smex toys like which ones they like used on them yk or the ones they like to use on you whichever fits the character best👅
NO ONE COMPARES TO YOU
Synopsis. CRPS with smex toys
Pairing Eyeless Jack x Reader, Nina the Killer x Reader, Jeff the Killer x Reader, Masky x Reader, Ticci Toby x Reader, Hoodie x Reader, Jane the Killer x Reader, Clockwork x Reader, Slenderman x Reader
A/N: ik these are not ALL the toys but these are the one i feel like they enjoy the most
Vibrators
NINA - when she's underneath you, she begs for it to be used on her. will whine if you don't. she rarely uses a vibrator on you because she thinks her finger and mouth should be enough to satisfy. gets offended when you ask.
CLOCKWORK - was so against it at first because she thinks it's a personal dig at her skills to get you off?? like how dare you? when you eventually convince her, she uses it on you as a form of punishment. ties you to the bed and overstimulates you.
JEFF THE KILLER- uses on you, no questions. the idea came from his drunken mind he loves to hear your moans get higher-pitched when he uses it on you. Also uses it outside of the bedroom, doesnt care what you say. makes you go out with it in public and has it in the highest setting.
Dildos and Penetrative Toys
EYELESS JACK- double penetration you. he is also in the anal toy category, but he mostly uses dildos on you. the idea came up when he was curious about how much you can take. he has you, ass up, face down, while the toy is stuffing you. Its nothing compared to him being inside your ass. hes too fucking big, but god does he make it work. makes you tap out.
TICCI TOBY is very jealous of it. when he caught you using it, he got a little bit insecure about it. was his dick not enough? decided to test it. he uses it as an ego boost. he knows he can make you cum quicker, why do you need the stupid toy anyway. everytime he catches you using it, he makes sure to remind you it's nothing compared to him. if he's pissed enough, he'll make sure you only get off to the toy. although he doesn't mind if you use it on him ;)
Jane the killer- Strap on. Its something about dominance. It can go both ways, she doesnt care. but prefers to use it on you more. Which, speaking of both, she's also really into double dildo. She gets on top of you and bounces on the toy. make sure you're both feeling pleasure
Anal Toys
TIM - hes a sadist. its something about having a butt plug inside you while you're walking around. especially if you wear something mini. only he knows what you have hidden. Also doesnt mind anal beads at all, he's actually the one who brings it up. likes to leave it there while he's fucking you.
BRIAN - loves those jeweled/tails plugs. its about the decoration for him, he gets to see you dressed up. likes you to bend you over to see the butt plug inside you. has a disgusting habit of recording you from behind when you have it in. sometimes, when you wear the tail plug, he pulls on it.
All
Slenderman - It's not even a pleasure for him. It's more of an experiment for him. hes always wanted to know how much humans can take and what their limits are. how long till their brains are fucked out? anytime you sleep with him there's always a sex toy. his favorite way to destroy you is using all the toys on you. One of his tencles holding the dildo, making it thrust inside you, the vibrator against your cilt in the highest setting, and finally an anal bead inside you as well.
OOOOO, when i tell you this girl is an absolute freak (i mean obviously,) but she’d be so into tying you up and seeing you struggle excruciatingly against the binds while she overstimulates the living hell out of you. She’d like it when you try and tie her up from time to time just for her to break out of them and manhandle you back to your place with a cocky smirk on her face.
CLOCKWORK n’ degradation
i mean, isn’t this one a little obvious. It’s clockwork, but I definitely think she’d mix it up with loads of praise with sprinkles of degraded comments in the beginning of your relationship, but as time progresses she’ll be more mean to you regularly while having sex. But the thing that makes it so bittersweet and creates a form of obsessive pleasure in her dirty talk is the way she’d literally degrade the life out of you only to say something so sweet in the middle. Something like “Holy shit,” she laughed cruelly, “You’re fucking dripping. You get off on this shit, huh? Like people who are mean to you, baby? You’re disgusting.” and then follow it up with a “It’s alright, princess; I’ll fuck you right.”
CLOCKWORK n’ impact play
now hear me out, i don’t think natalie oulette would be too keen on impact play at all given the things she’s been through, I see her more as a sensitive person towards that thought process. But as she grew up and became clockwork, she became more rough on her outer exterior which led her to get into impact play when handling her partners. I don’t think she’d immediately be fond of the idea of impact play used on her, but rather her taking control of that. But nevertheless, I’d think with your relationship progressing into a level of trust she never had, she would slowly but surely let you sometimes give her some spanks, fast slaps, bites on her shoulder, etc.
CLOCKWORK n’ thigh riding
now this, this right here gets her so wet n’ ready to take you moments later to fuck you so raw and hard. Thigh riding to her is the best form of foreplay she finds herself fond of, just having you desperately grinding against her jeans while she sits back and watches with heavy-lidded eyes, occasionally bringing her nails to dig into your hips while you pathetically mewl against her.
CLOCKWORK n’ overstimulation
as we already know, this woman is mean as fuck. there won’t be one time where the two of you fuck without her leaving you writhing and sobbing against her, possibly restrained while mascara runs down your face as your fourth orgasm of the night washes over you forcibly. She’s absolutely ruthless, she gives no fucks how much you beg her to stop, knowing you don’t really mean a thing your dumb mouth was blabbering.
CLOCKWORK n’ dacryphillia
oh how something in her twists when she sees tears running down your face while she watches with just the cruelest glare ever, a shit-eating grin on her face while you sob out beneath her towering body. She’d mock a pout on her face down at you and say something along the lines of “Aww, baby, you had too much?” just to nurse your subby state of self but with really no remorse at all. She’d end up making you believe that perhaps she actually was going soft only to literally overstimulate you to tears.
WLW CLOCKWORK FANFIC AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRSSS. (Aftercare after manhandling you would be cute, but you use your imagination, also I love ur work)
NEEDY, HUH…?N.OUELLETTE X READER
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SYNOPSIS: There was something about seeing you bloodied after a mission that always stirred something in Natalie,especially when you got needy for her touch.
Adrenaline pumped through your veins, as you and your girlfriend Natalie had just completed a mission from the Operator. Tasking you both to kill a couple who lived in a quite suburban home. The kill was clean, done precisely as she had taught you over the years of being a proxy.
The two of you disappeared into the woods, slipping away before the authorities could catch wind of your mess.
The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the ticking of her clock eye and the crunch of leaves beneath your feet as you made your way back to the cabin you two shared.
You were still riding the high of the kill, your first mission in weeks, and it had gone off without a hitch. Natalie’s head turned toward you, a smug grin stretching across her blood-splattered face, the stitches at the corners of her mouth pulling upwards. “Not bad, babe…” she nudged you, her voice laced with satisfaction. She was still buzzing too, just like you.
“Thanks.” You reply, though it was cold outside you could feel your cheeks heat up. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and no matter how many times she’d praise you it’d always make you blush like a school girl.
Finally making it back, blood soaked into your clothes and crusted against your face. The lock clicks behind you and before you can even say her name, she’s on you. Her fingers digging into your hips, your back slammed against the wooden wall like it owed her something.
“God, you drove me crazy tonight, dolly.” Nat growls, breath hot against your neck, hands already up your shirt. You barely have time to respond, only gasp and let your head thunk back against the wall, exposing your throat like some kind of offering.
One hand trailing down from under your shirt, her dominant hand now lifting your thigh up against her hip, she’s going crazy with her mouth. Leaving hickey after hickey against your jugular.
Suddenly lifting you like you’re nothing, and carries you over to the small bedroom of the cabin. Tossing you onto the mattress like a ragdoll she’s way too fond of. Your head’s spinning but all you can do is breathe out her name like a prayer.
“Nat…”
She’s on top of you in a flash, you’ve never seen her move faster. Cars are fast, but horny lesbians are faster. Straddling your hips and keeping you down, you stared up at her like a deer in headlights. “Tell me what you want,” she murmurs softly against your neck, voice dipped in something dark, something teasing. Nipping at the already sensitive skin.
“You,” you whimper out. You could feel her grin grow against your neck, moving her face up to make eye contact, green eye staring into your soul. “Oh, baby, since you asked so nicely.” she reached over to the bedside, pulling open her drawer where she kept the goods.
One finger tracing your shapes against your stomach, while her other hand was pulling out the strap from the drawer. Setting it beside you, she makes quick work undressing you both. Smirking as her thumb rubbed against you, trembling beneath her and her calculating movements.
“I’ve barely done anything and you’re this wet? Ha, you’re so needy, huh..?” She had a certain glint in her eye, she knew what she was doing. She herself was already stupid wet from making you feel this good in such little time.
As much as she wanted to drag this on, she was starting to get just as desperate as you were. Leaning back, you had a whole view of her. Her softly defined muscles, her white sports bra that did nothing to hide her hardened nipples, and the green strap that she was adjusting to fit snuggly against her hips. “Please just fuck me already.” You didn’t feel like acting all coy right now, just desperately needing to feel her.
“Straight to the point? j'aime ça.” She giggled, wasting no time before pushing just the tip in. That was enough to make you throw your head back, a loud moan rippling from your throat.
Her eye watched you intently, taking in your every reaction. “You’re already trembling?” she teases, the glint of satisfaction in her eye matching the growing hunger. Her voice is just low enough to make your heart race. “Sale fille…” You have no idea what she’s saying, but coming from her it sounded so sickeningly delicious.
Didn’t take long until she was fully inside you, hands gripping your hips so tightly it was sure to bruise. “Did you mean to drive me fucking insane out there?” she mutters, biting just under your jaw, hand slipping up to cup your boob and giving it a nice firm squeeze.
You breathe out a laugh, dazed and already melting against her, walls clenching around her silicone dick. “What? I was just doing my job.” Her hand tightens it hold on your hip. “Yeah? Then let me do mine.”
The first thrust steals your breath. Your eyes wanting to flutter shut, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from her, she looked so relentless and focused, guiding every movement, biting at your collarbone, growling your name between praise and curses.
You’re not sure when your hands found her back, your nails digging in for something to hold onto, something real.
“That’s it,” she murmurs into your ear, voice hoarse. “Take it. You can do that for me, yeah? Be good for me?” You nod, desperate and wrecked, your answer barely more than a whimper.
“Use your words,” she snaps, pausing inside you, teeth on your shoulder now. “Yes,” you gasp. “I’ll be good, promise…I’ll be so good, Nat-”
“Good girl,” she purrs. And then her thrusts pick up speed, the rhythm of her hips is brutal, calculated. You’re writhing, hands tangled in the sheets, crying out things that barely sound like words. She’s focused, zeroed in on every twitch, every moan, every time your body gives her a reaction. It’s not just sex, it’s her next mission of the night. And she’s so close to the finish line.
She bites your shoulder when you clench too hard around her, enough to leave teeth marks, and maybe you moan a little too loud at that. Maybe she bites again, grinning.
“You’re doing so good for me,” she breathes, smug and soft all at once. “Tu es si jolie quand tu es comme ça. Tout à moi.”
The sensation builds slowly at first, like a pressure gathering deep in your core, soft and almost gentle, but persistent. With each movement, it intensifies, spreading outward in slow, rippling waves, until suddenly, it becomes undeniable.
“S-shit, Nat, I’m gonna…” You gasp out, legs wrapping around her hips. “I know, baby, I know.” She presses a quick and sweet kiss against your lips, her thrusts becoming sloppy herself.
The pressure in your body peaks, tightening every muscle, and you can’t breathe, can’t think, only feel. Natalie watched you intensely, her brows furrowing as she chokes out a moan of her own. Getting off from just making you cum. You don’t know how long it lasts. Time melts in the haze of sweat and sound. The creak of the bed, the wet drag of skin on skin, her voice in your ear, your name on her lips. She holds you down, takes you apart, builds you up again.
She helps you ride out your high, pulling out carefully making you shudder. Pussy still tingling from the sensation of it all. She flops onto your chest. Looking up at you like a puppy dog waiting for approval.
You run your fingers through her hair, sweaty bodies tangled together as she pressed soft kisses against your chest. Melting like butter against you.“You always this worked up after a mission?” you whisper, voice coarse and sore.
“You know it.” She pulls away from you, looking at you oh so lovingly. Leaning over you, breath hot against your cheek. She presses a kiss to your temple, more like a stamp than a comfort.
“Stay there,” she mutters, disappearing into the hall. You blink at the ceiling, your body wrecked in the best way possible, and listen to her rummaging around in the kitchen. The soft clink of a glass, the floorboard squeaking as she makes her way back to you.
She returns with water and a warm washcloth, cleaning you up just enough to keep the afterglow from turning gross. It’s rushed. Barely there. But when she flops down beside you, still topless, she pulls the blanket over you both and lets you bury your face in her chest like nothing in the world could be safer than this.
“You okay?” she asks after a long pause.
A smile tugs its way to your lips.
“Never better.”
Hehe… this is like my second time writing a smut one shot like this? I’m so sorry if it’s ass I’m trying to practise!! Criticism is welcome :3
I feel like I got to the point too quickly and I need to work on building more of a plot line
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Desc: Natalie has never felt safe in her life. Shes never been at peace or able to truely feel comfortable enough to love.. until she met her perfect little housewife
CWs: housewife fetish (if you had no idea that existed.. now you know.), degrading, dryhumping, kinda fluffy but in the porn way, reader is refered to as housewife, good little housewife, slut, whore, good girl (i tried to avoid that bc ik not everyone likes it), a tad of dumbification, blood mention, reader is quite literally a housewife and thats the main thing ab the fic cause i. I discovered some things.
Enjoy!!
Natalie wasnt the romantic type.. until she met you.
She had always closed herself off, her line of work required it. So why did she find herself locked on you? Her mind went hazey around you, your voice was more of a lullaby than rain sounds. The way your clothes constantly hugged your curves drove her up a wall. She longed for you brushing out and braiding her hair every night, how you made sure she was well fed and the house was clean. You were like her perfect little housewife, something the relished in. She could always come home to you in a little dress cooking dinner, just for her.
She trudged through the snowy forest, dragging her bag of weapons behind her with an irritated grimace. Every step felt like hell on her ice caked boots, she had walked too far since the forests edge, and even though it was the same length every day, she didnt have to chase down a high school athlete every day. Her breath clouded in front of her, and she pulled her mask tighter over her raw dripping nose.
The crunching of the snow paused as she caught her breath, she was so damn close to the cabin, but every step was agony. She could see the smoke from the chimney in the distance, she could practically hear your voice chirping out a greeting as she opened the door.. just one step after the next, every tick in her skull was one more step.
•••
Natalie hooked her bag on the porch pole, panting with exhaustion. She was finally home, the heat radiating from the house gently began to thaw her top layer as she stomped off the snow. She opened the door, sighing as the scent from the food you were cooking hit her nose.
“Hi Natty!!” You exclaimed, watching her undo her thick jacket in the entryway.
“Hey sweetheart,” she smiled, shaking the ice from her hair. You looked divine, an apron wrapped in front of a plain pink gingham dress. Her heart skipped a beat as she scanned over your body, still removing layers of clothing. “Whatcha cooking?”
“Just some breaded chicken breasts with mashed potatoes, i started your water for the shower so it should be nice and warm by now. I left advil on your nightstand too.” You smiled, turning back to your food.
Natalie smiled, stripping to her tank top and briefs. “Thank you angel, ill be back after i shower. I love you so much, you know that?” She said, walking to hug you from behind. You leaned your head on hers as she nestled into the crook of your neck.
“I know hun, thats why i take care of you,” you said, blushing softly as she kissed your neck.
“Thats my girl,” she praised, unhooking from you and slapping your ass as she left for the shower. You perked up, watching her leave for the bathroom. You rolled your eyes, used to her antics, and went back to the homemade potatoes.
Natalie stepped into the steaming bathroom, removing her shirt and bra. She didn't know exactly why, but she couldn't shake the sight of you cooking in that dress from her mind. The pink looked so good on you, and she had bought you that dress.
She stepped into the shower, groaning in relief as the water warmed her icy skin. You looked so good.. so damn good.. she wanted to treat her little housewife tonight, as stress relief. She knew you wouldn't mind, she had seen your face get all flushed when she used you as stress relief before. You loved it, you loved her. You were such a good girl for her, doing anything she wanted.
As she quickly washed the blood from her body, she formed a plan.
•••
“Hey baby,” she said, once again wrapping her arms around you.
You leaned into her touch, letting her nip at your neck once again. She sucked at the skin lightly, just enough to make you giggle. “Did you miss me that bad?”
She hummed into your neck, slowly sliding her hands down your thighs. You stopped cooking, freezing up as she played with the hem of your dress.
“What are you-”
“Shhh, youll love this. Just keep cooking, its my treat for being my cute little housewife.” She said, slowly running her hands up your thighs. You complied, shakily stirring the potatoes. She slowly traced circles on your inner thighs, signaling for you to spread them. You stepped wider, feeling her hand slide up further.
“Thats it, thats my girl,” she praised, moving her hands back to the outsides, sliding up your outer thighs. You whimpered slightly, a flutter in the pit of your stomach. She so rarely wasnt too tired to do anything but watch you touch yourself, this was a gift. Her touch was gentle, caressing over your legs like it was precious, like she could break you. She was your drug, her hands wandering up to your waist and your back.
You felt her flip the back of your dress up, with natalie making a small noise of approval. Your face reddened upon recalling the panties you had put on this morning after natalie had left; a pink pair with black lace on the hems.
“Look at that,” she groaned, squeezing your ass before slapping it. “Arent you a cute little girl?”
“Oh my god,” you muttered, staring straight ahead.
“What? You're embarrassed?” She asked, once again sliding her hand between your legs as you nodded. “Oh baby, dont be, you wont be taking them off for what we are doing. Your so pretty in them after all, you match that cute little dress of yours. Just be my good little wife and keep cooking, can you do that for me?” She whispered into your neck, biting down gently.
“Y-yeah, i can,” you said, grabbing for a plate. “It's nearly done though, i timed it so youd be able to eat right as you came home,”
“It needs to cool though, dont you think?” She asked, pulling your panties to the side. You squeaked in response, biting your lip to stay quiet. She traced her finger over your chubby pussy lips, just light enough to feel.
“Yeah, yeah.. it.. shit-” you whimpered, bracing your hands on the counters edge.
“Whats wrong baby?” She smirked, parting the folds ever so slightly to trace over the bud of your clit. “Is something wrong?”
“N-no dear, its… its so good..” you choked out, reaching for the tongs to take the chicken from the heat.
“My perfect little wife.. cooking for me.. cleaning for me.. being such an amazing girl for me.. so perfect.” She sighed, stroking over your wetness before pulling her hand away. You whined, missing her touch already. “Tell you what, just put those on plates and while they cool, ill be waiting on the couch for you. I wanna treat you and show you how good of a wife youve been to me.” She smiled before pulling away completely.
Her hands had left a warm spot over your soaked panties, a further incentive to plate the food quickly. You trembled slightly, pulling the food from the stove with shaky hands and fluttering stomach. She had a way of getting to you, teasing you to your breaking point until you were so desperate you cried, and you knew this would be no different. You covered the plates with paper towels, taking care to not let it touch the wetter foods and removed your apron. You hurried over to the couch, turning the corner to see Natalie fully clothed on the couch.
“Cmere princess, sit on my thigh facing me,” she instructed, a smirk on her face as she leaned back into the cushions and patted her thick thigh. You obeyed, straddling her leg while your dress fanned out over her lap.
“What.. whats up?” You stammered, tucking a hair out of your face. She quickly pulled you into her by your waist, locking lips with you. You kissed back, her plush lips easing into yours as your eyes fluttered shut. She smelt of the earth, the pine scent on her clothes penetrating through her skin as you breathed her in. The warm air from the stove enhanced the warmth in your chest, your hearts pulse flowing through your blood. She was perfect, her lips parting into a smile as she kissed you passionately, your breath hitching as she slid her hands to your dresses zipper. You gasped as she slid it down, quickly helping her pull it from your torso. The garment fell from your chest as your lips separated, a dazed smile on your face.
“Shit, you look perfect,” she said, lifting the dress over your head. You looked away shyly, face redder than it had been all day. She grabbed your chin, guiding your gaze to her. “Keep looking at me, ok?”
“Yeah,” you breathed, looking into her green eye. She steadyed you by your hips, looking over your body. “What are we doing?”
She chuckled, undoing your bra. “You are gonna ride my thigh until you cum honey, put on a little show for me. But don't expect this to be easy, that foods gotta cool you know. Can you do that, my love?”
You nodded quickly as she pulled your bra from your chest. “You dont want me to take off my panties?”
“No,” she said, “your gonna cum in them and wear them all night, aren't you?”
“Yes dear,” you blushed, watching her smile. God, you loved that smile. That smile was so precious, so genuine and caring that she never showed that beautiful grin to anyone else.
“Atta girl,” she said, steadying you by your hips. “Start, but go slow. I wanna drag this out.”
You began to grind into her leg, your arms wrapped around her neck as your mouth hung open. She didnt even have to touch you, you were happy enough just rutting into her as she stared at you. You rolled your hips into her as slowly as you could, the soft fabric of your panties grazing over your clit lubed only by your own slick.
“Just a ditzy little housewife,” Natalie groaned, “Serving her partner like such a good little thing,”
“Just for you babe,” you whispered, smiling gently.
“My stupid little wife, only good for serving me, aren't you?”
You nodded, pressing your hips into her a bit harder. She stroked your cheek with her thumb, and you leaned into her touch.
“Do you like being my wife? My good little housewife who sits on my lap and is so needy and desperate for me?” She teased, trailing her hand to your inner thigh but stopping short of your cunt.
“Y-yeah,” you mumble, pushing yourself into her harder. “Im just your dumb little slut of a housewife,”
Natalies eyes darkened as she moaned, gripping your hip harder. “Thats damn right, thats all you need to be. My perfect little wife.”
You gasped as you desperately rutted into her as slowly as you could manage. You stared deeply into her eye, watching her gaze possessively at you. She looked so focused, watching over your figure tremble as you slowly ground into her with a sort of gentle dominance that you hadnt seen in a fair bit.
“Can i go faster,” you said, running your fingers through her hair.
“Maybe if you beg for it,” she smirked, tightening her grip on your hip bone as if she was trying to anchor her to you.
You huffed softly, giving into her demands. “Please nat, please ive been so good all day, i cooked and cleaned, ive been such a good girl haven't i?”
She laughed softly, her grip loosing with red indentions where her finger tips had been. “You have, you really have.. go ahead, but not too fast,”
You exhaled loudly, pushing into her harder as she watched you whimper. “Thank you,” you moaned, pushing your clit into her leg needily.
“Oh god, look at you, your practically drooling,” she sighed, gripping your chin again. “Dumb slut,”
“Yes, yes, i am, im so- so fucking dumb.. and needy.. shit-” you babbled, digging your nails into her.
“Too fast my love,” she said, steadying you by your hips. You cried out, silently begging as she held you still. “Dont want you finishing before the food cools, now do we?”
“No,” you whispered, slowly rolling your hips into her as her grip went loose.
“Youd better learn to control yourself before you cum all over yourself and have to try again to teach you some obedience,” she growled.
You cried out, watching her stoney face melt into a more gentle expression. “Ill be good,” you mumbled, keeping your pace slow.
“Atta girl,” natalie smiled, leaning into your neck. She began to kiss and suck at it, holding you steady by your hips. “Gotta mark you as mine,”
“Im yours,” you whispered, moaning as she nipped at your collarbone.
“Damn right you are,” she said, sliding her hands to your breasts and grazing your nipples with her thumbs. You gasped, rutting into her harder as she touched you.
“Faster, more,” you begged, grabbing at the collar of her tank top.
“How about this, ill get a bullet vibe and you can hump it on my leg, does that sound ok?”
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“Ok, go,” Natalie said, clicking the bullet on. You gasped at the vibration, grinding your clit into it quickly. You were so needy, so desperate to cum, it was driving you insane. The longer the bullet hummed away, the hotter the house got. You needed this, you craved this like oxygen, putting on a show was all you couldve wanted.
“Cmon, keep doing that, keep being my desperate little wife,” Natalie praised, watching you devolve on her leg. “Fucking whore,”
“Im your whore, yours- shit im yours-” you said, watching as she reached between your legs and clicked the speed up one.
“Good, so fucking dumb.. your so fucking needy. Look at you! Your all sweaty and red, your all whored out for me.”
You simply nodded, your brain going blank as you mindlessly humped her leg. She laughed at you as your mouth hung open. “Im a good whore,”
Natalie moaned, smirking as she watched you. “Yeah you are, whimpering and bouncing on my lap like a good little girl, such a stupid fucking whore,”
You laughed mindlessly, heat beginning to rise in your core.
“You love this, dont you baby?” She teased, once again holding your chin.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck yes, nghh-” you let your head roll back, gasping as Natalie raised the intensity one more level.
“Look at you, whining and moaning and grinding on my thigh and that vibrator. You're so pathetic, such a desperate whore... my pathetic little wife.”
“F-fuck natty, im so- fuck-” you babbled, a strangled laugh leaving your throat as you panted.
“You gonna cum honey? You gonna cum in your panties for me like a good girl? Just the way your supposed to huh?”
You managed to choke out a few please’s before you pushed yourself over, practically screaming with the force of it. You scrambled to click off the bullet as you came in your panties, the stimulation quickly becoming overwhelming. You collapsed into natalie, panting and glistening with sweat as she pulled you into a hug.
“Thats it, thats my girl, just breathe,” she softly said, stroking your hair. “You did so good. Was it too much?”
“N-no, not… no.. not too much,” you heaved, shakily sitting up. Natalie gently kissed your nose, holding your face in her hands.
Natalie suddenly froze, sighing. You made a soft noise of concern, watching her face melt into a weary smile.
HIIIII i saw you requests are opennn and i wanna know if you write for clockwork or like any female pastas x female reader cause im fiening for some girl x girl fanfics 😭🙏
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i hope you have a good day ty for reading this 😖❤️
how clockwork eats your pussy ༉‧₊˚. nsfw drabble.
you desperately clench your flushed thighs around her head, writhing against her tongue. "loosen up bitch, i know you love this so why are you making it so difficult?"
all you can do is whine in response, you really do love this, but the sting of the overstimulation was getting to you after being forced into orgasm after orgasm after pissing your usually sweet and caring girlfriend off.
she forced your thighs open easily and you can't help but gasp, looking down at her toned shoulder and back muscles. she brings one hand down to continue sloppily fingering you and assaulting your g spot, while still ravenously lapping at your poor cunt.
the whole thing is just so messy, your thighs, ass and bed all covered in a mix of her saliva and your slick. not to mention the total mess you had made of her face, so flushed with sweat sticking her hair to her face.
"come on, the least you can do it give my one more. i know your getting close." she drew the last word out while smirking at you from the space between your thighs, gently resting her head against your thigh granting you momentary relief. her iron grip still keeping your thighs firmly open while she spoke.
"i-i uhm yeah-.. yeah" you could barely even speak at this point, thighs gently shaking and hands petting and running through her hair lovingly.
when she continues it's an even more brutal pace then before, having you desperately crying out, tears welling in your eyes. two fingers returning inside of you while she licks and sucks at your clit.
disgustingly lewd sounds echoing off the walls, your cries of pleasure and the squelching of your cunt, so impossibly wet.
finally you feel it, that familiar feeling that you've already felt so many times tonight. this time you can't help your thighs from trapping her face in your cunt, your whole body tingles and the euphoric warmth floods your body.
you cry out almost sounding like your in pain as you cum all over her face again, thighs shaking and hands desperately looking for anything to grab onto.
when she finally pulls away seemingly satisfied for tonight, then placing loving kisses all over your inner thighs, sucking gentle hickeys. she rises and sits next to you on the bed, petting you hair and leaning down to plant soft kisses on your lips and neck. "i'm proud of you baby, you did so well for me tonight." she can't help but stare at you in adoration through lidded eyes.
you softly slip into sleep totally exhausted soon after, being held by your once again sweet and caring girlfriend.
a/n; sorry if this totally sucks im half alseep rn LOL but i hope you enjoyed and tysm for the request! i love masc muscular clockwork she's so fucking yummy.
