All Of The Prehistoric Pride Guys In One Collective Post To Celebrate Pride Month. Choose Your Fighter

Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

♤Public Sex

♤Mick bottoms as usual ♡

♤ Pretty sure this is sex with no plot. It's just smut 🤷

**Border by @kodaswrld, I did repost it as well ♡**

You two shouldn't be doing this. At all. But him rising your cock was too good, even if you didn't imagine fucking him for the first time to be in yalls school bathroom.

Whatever. YOLO...right? This all started cause Mick drug your ass into a stall, honestly you assumed he was gonna beat your ass to hell. God, were you wrong. You clamped your hand over his mouth as he did yours, not wanting to get caught by anyone, let alone get indecent exposure on yalls records. You moaned softly against his hand as his other one dug his nails into your clothed shoulder. Based on his eyes, he was fuckong loving what he was getting done.

But don't think cause he was riding, meant he was top, he was only like this cause you told him thar you wanted to watch his face as he deteriorated in pleasure from your cock bullying his ass. Each movement was pushing you both closer and closer to the edge, and Mickey couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a stifled moan, his hand pressing harder over your mouth, biting into your hand, trying to keep himself from making too much noise.

Mickey could feel the heat building between you two, the intensity of sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was getting close. He dug his nails into your shoulders, silently urging you to keep going, to take him over the edge. Thankfully, you could read ques. You took your hand out his mouth and grabbed his other hip, helping to give him some relief from being the one to move so much. Which rewarded you with a unbridled moan from him, his hips starting to move jerky and you could see how close he was.

Mick gripped your shoulders, probably biting his tounge so he didn't moan out anymore than he has. "Fuckin hell...im close." He ground out.

Mickey was getting lost in the sensations, feeling himself approaching the edge. He couldn't hold back anymore; he needed to release the pressure that was building up inside him.

"I'm gonna..."

He couldn't even finish the sentence, the words were lost in a shuddering moan. He bit down on his lip, his grip on your shoulders tightening as the waves of pleasure overtook.

Gladly, his undoing was yours and you filled him with hot come. Thank god yall didn't care about the condoms, honestly you reveled in the idea of him walking around with your cum leaking out the rest of the day.

Both of yalls' hearts were still racing, and Mick felt like his chest was going to explode. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this way, this vulnerable, this weak, but it was you, making him feel this way.

Mickey looked down at you, still catching his breath, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in your features, your flushed cheeks, the sweat on your forehead, the way your eyes were slightly glazed over with pleasure. He'd never felt this way before, and...he wasn't sure if he'd ever want it to end.

You smiled up at him, "So uh...want to come over for dinner?", already knowing he'd go back to being a brat.

"Fuck you. I ain't some bitch to prance around." Mickey huffed and you laughed "I just did fuck you.", kissing his forehead yall got cleaned up and dressed.

"Whatever. See you at six." He grunted before leaving you in the bathroom.

Subby Alpha x Dom Femboy Omega ♡♡

A submissive alpha and their dominant femboy omega partner = best duo.

The soft begging whimpers of the alpha wanting to knot their omegas ass, the omega panting at feeling the knot hithos entrance; "not yet puppy, you haven't earned it yet" being the only thing said between the two.

There'd definitely be days that he alpha didn't listen and made their omega take it, especially if the alpha was being given head.

The omega would definitely have the alpha in a mating bondage press, so the alpha has no say whether or not he takes his partners knot cause their tied together.

Ruts would definitely be a furniture breaker, thankfully the alpha doesn't mind getting more.

God these are amazing 🫐🫐💕

blueberry dividers pretty please 🫐 💙

You got it anon! 🩵🌸

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You had no idea what you got yourself into, did you? All that teasing your Rabbit demi human neighbor got you tied up and in his bed, naked, besides your cute stockings and underwear.

It's not your fault, he was in heat, he couldn't help but watch you while you did the simplest things. Bending down for dropped mail, stripping in the living room forgetting the living room curtains were open.

Mr. Rabbit rutted against your ass, you moaned at his size. He was already a 10 inches taller then you, now you weren't even sure his cock would fit inside your human pussy. "Fuck I've been thinking of you in my bed for so long. Your just so pretty." He ruts Harder, you could feel the precum soak your underwear and back. Who were you to blame? You rolled your hips a little, silently begging for him to fuck you. "Speak. Your God gave you that pretty mouth, now use it." Mr. Rabbit slowed his humping, giving you a chance to speak. "Please. I need it. I need you. ♡" you whimper, feeling him slide the head of his cock against your weeping cunt through your underwear. He prods your cunt, debating if he should try to fuck you through them or rip them off.

He settles for moving them aside, but instead of his cock, it's 2 fingers. Pumping you full. You moan out, loving the stretch. Mr. Rabbit groaned at your tightness, this was gonna be fun, trying to get you to take all of him.

He pulled his fingers away and sucked your juices off of them. "Relax for me, baby bunny. " He rubs his tip in-between your wet lips "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

He grips your tied hands, making your back arch tighter than it already was in this position. You moan out, doing your best to listen.

A pained moan fills the air as he begins to stretch you. Mr. Rabbit shuttered, fuck you were tighter than what he thought. He started slow, twitching the whole while of making his 10 inch cock go inside of you as much as it could. He groaned when he noticed that you couldn't take the last 3 inches. "Poor babu bun, I'm gonna destroy this pussy. Oh well, you'll be too worried about cumming on my cock to deal with the pain."

Mr. Rabbit leaned into you and reached his hand to rub your clit while he fuck you slowly, he wanted to savor this feeling. He loved how your cunt felt, so hot, so tight. He nipped at your shoulders and neck to mark you as his while you cried out in pleasure. "P-please..faster.." you moan out.

"Good bun. You ask, I'll obey." Mr. Rabbit picks up speed, you squeezed his cock so well, like it was begging for cum. He kept going till he filled you up, his hot cum leaking between his cock and your entrance.

Your eyes widened at the relief of the rope around your wrist lossening, feeling his still hard cock slipping out.

"I hope you don't think we're done Little Bunny." Mr. Rabbit chuckles..

Pt 2 coming soon!

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"who do you belong to, angel?" i whisper, climbing over you in bed as it shifts from my weight.

"y-y-you." you gasp at the sudden contact, your cheeks a rosy red as your heart pounds out of your chest.

"say my name. shame your god." my voice hoarse.

"i'm yours, lucifer."

"only mine. tell me you're only mine." my cold glare at you, tipping your chin back, with my thumb brushing your lower lip.

"i belong to you and only you, lucifer!" you cry out, much like worship and praise to your new god (me).

"such a good angel."

Mickey milkovich x M!Reader

◇Car sex

◇Mickey tops for once, reader rides him

◇Sex with plot?

Mickey did not want to be here at this shitty party his sister was throwing. He only came here cause you said you'd be here, and he might've also been feeling a hit possessive with the fact that you said Mandy was trying to find your ass a man.

You looked hot, and Ian teasing his ass wasn't helping. "Jesus, Mick. Keep staring and I won't be able to tell who's drooling. Your mouth or your dick." The remarks got Ian a harsh shove from Ian

"Oh fuck off, Gallagher."

Meanwhile, you were only here in an attempt to hope Mickey would finally be open about liking you. It's not like you didn't know. The staring, the fact that he was okay with you occasionally touching him where he'd hit or shove others off from it. His sister seen it, Ian seen it, and so did you. Unfortunately for Mick and his stubborn ass, refused too.

"Just go, dipshit." Ian shoved him a little. They might've been exes, but they were close. "Yeah..yeah.." Mickey sighed before actually getting the balls to go up to you.

You smiled as he finally stood beside you, "Hey, Cariño. Been waiting for you." Mickey's heart skipped a beat as you called him cariño again. Thats all you've ever called him, and you also refused to tell him what it meant. It was like a jolt of electricity shooting through him every time you used that term of endearment.

He cleared his throat, trying to keep a cool exterior. "Yeah? Been waiting for me?" He responded, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Yeah. I'm gay, but not gay enough to listen to your sister and her girls about matching panties." You remarked, which made both of you laughed. "Yeah, that doesn't sound fun at all." Mickey agreed. "You have much to drink?" Mick asked, trying to act nonchalant, but deep down he might be a rain drop of worried. "This is my first, and probably only." You smiled at him, and he nodded a flash of relief in his eyes.

"Tryna stay sober or some?" He only asked to keep this weak ass conversation going, so you obliged "More like I want to remember tonight and not hookup with a random person."

Mickey's smirk faltered for a moment as he heard your words. The idea of you going home with someone else was something he didn't want to think about, but he tried to keep his cool and not show any signs of jealousy. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "So you don't plan on hooking up with anyone tonight?"

You nodded, agreeing with his words. "I might live in the SouthSide, but I'm not the Southside." Which he didn't understand but wasn't going to ask. You also added, "Don't really like hookups, or flings. I just don't like it."

Which he was kinda surprised by. It was the SouthSide, if your friends hadn't all slept with the same person, it wasn't the southside. So what made you different? You were a pretty boy. Kept hair, decent clothes. "So if you don't hookup or one nights, what the fuck do you do?" Mickey asked. "Uh committed relationships." You laughed. "Oh." Was all he could manage to get out his mouth. He wasn't the type for relationships..nit committed ones...but maybe?

"Huh. Committed relationships?" He repeated after sipping his beer. You smiled, "Yeah, Cariño."

He groaned, "You're killing me with that god damn nickname." You smirked, "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Mickey smirked, his face only inches away from yours. He was close enough to feel your breath on his face. His heart was pounding faster and faster with each passing second, and his mind was racing with thoughts of how badly he wanted to just kiss you right then and there. If you both ever had a moment that yall connected, it was now "Car?" You both ask at the same time and laughed.

Soon, you were dragging the sweet but asshole of a man out to your car in the street. "Nice ass, papí." You swatted one of his Jean covered asscheeks as he went into the back of your car first. "Don't call me that, dipshit." He groaned, already having his pants tight, and you calling him daddy in Spanish was not helping.

You huffed, going into your glove box for lube, cause dry anal hurt. We all know that. Once you got into the back of the car, both of yall were rushing to get at least pants and boxers off. You waisted no time to straddle his lap, and coat his strained cock in lube to take into you. You both moaned out, Mickeys hands gripping your hips to help you sink down better and yours at his shoulders. You rolled your hips, grunting at the pain and pleasure. Mickey was panting, being the typical ass of not making noise besides the soft puffs of hair or barely audible groans. Asshole.

You, thank god, found a good rhythm as you rode Mickeys cock, one of his hands wrapping around your throat which cause your eyes to roll back, "Oh papí. Your cock feels so damn good."

The compliment made his gently squeeze your throat, "Say it again. Keep saying it."

"Yes, papí." You whined, grinding your hips down before going back to bouncing. Your movements and repetition of calling him daddy in Spanish was getting his vocal aspect to come out, and damn did you relish in it. It was all too much, he was losing his god damn mind. Mickey was so unbelievably overwhelmed by you, all he wanted was more, more of you, more of this feeling. He couldn't form words anymore, all he could do was pant and moan, each curse word that escaped his lips was like a prayer.

He leaned forward, smashing his lips against yours, the kiss was desperate and rough, full of need. You were the only thing on his mind, you were the only thing he needed. You were his lifeline, the air he needed to breathe, the water he needed to stay alive. Without you, he was nothing. He was drowning, but the sweet embrace of you gave him the breath he needed to keep standing. You moaned against his lips, "Fuck, papí. I'm close."

"God...me too." He managed to gasp out, his hips bucking involuntarily to meet your movements. He was on the edge, hanging by a thread, but god he didn't want this to end. Unfortunately neither of you could warn eachother when your orgasms hit, yours going over his and your own shirt, his going deep into you. The sight of you, the sound of your moans, it drove him crazy, and he was completely lost in the moment. He was panting, trying to catch his breath, his body trembling as he came down from the high. He looked at you with a mixture of amazement and awe, still trying to wrap his mind around what had just happened.

Sadly, the sirens and lights if cop cars ended that bliss a little too fast.

"Fuck!" Both of you groaned.

The small statured woman sat on her bed, humming softly, waiting for her little soldier. He was different. Better than anyone she's been with.

He always came after the stressful missions. Simon Ghost Riley was a strong wall of power in the field. But in the bedroom? He loved giving that control away with a reward of some dominance.

The woman opened the door, her little soldier was at the door, waiting.

"Hello, love." She let him in, closing the door behind him, and then sat on her bed.

"Knees, pup."

Simon sank down silently, already giving her the reigns, to let him be at ease. She leaned up, snatching his mask off. "There's my handsome man."

Simon never took his mask off, but if his girl asked for it. He'd do it. Any and everytime. The woman adjusted herself and spread her legs, teasing Simon. All he could do was stare at her through her dark green underwear.

"Please." He spoke softly, his accent think. "Tell me what you want." She chided softly, pressing a fitting into his strained pants. "To taste you. Please." He groaned softly

"Go head. But no touching, only your face."

Kurt Wagner x Male reader, Smut ♡

MDNI 🔞 🔞

You both were unable to sleep, and being roommates didn't help either.

"We could play poker...or strip poker." Kurt's German accent brought you out of whatever daydream you were having. You smirked at Kurt, "Kurt, if you wanted to see under my clothes all you had to do was ask."

You couldn't help the chuckle that escaped you as his cheeks turned that sweet purple. You smirked, darting my tongue between my teeth, "What's wrong, baby blue? Not used to someone being so forward?"

Kurt swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on your lips as your tongue darted out. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to maintain his composure, but your words and actions were chipping away at his restraint. "No, I can't say I'm used to someone being so...direct," he admitted, his voice growing huskier. "But damn, if it doesn't make me want you even more."

"Then show me what you got, baby blue." You challenged, which made him throw the playing card deck on his bed and pounce on you. You loved seeing the blue German demon on you, so you kissed him. Kurt's self-control snapped at the feel of your lips against his. He returned the kiss with a hunger, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth. He shifted his body, grinding against yours, his arousal blatantly obvious. He kissed you like a man possessed, desperate to taste and claim every part of you. His hands roamed your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his touch.

Kurt's tail wagged and twitched, betraying his excitement, as he kissed down your neck, gently nipping at the sensitive skin there. His hands slid under your tank top, his fingers tracing your stomach, leaving a trail of fiery warmth on your skin.

When he felt you grab his hips, he couldn't help but let out a low moan, pressing himself against you even more. He was already lost in the sensations, consumed by desire and need. "I need you," he gasped out, as he broke the kiss, his breaths coming in ragged bursts. "All of you." His fingers hooked into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging at them, wanting to remove any barriers between you both.

Who knew a simple challenge would have the man riding your cock like the world was ending. "Dammit, Blue. You feel like heave." You groaned, rolling your hips up a little. Kurt's words spilled out in a mix of English and German, his language reduced to a series of broken phrases and curses. "Scheiße, du fühlst dich so verdammt gut an. Ich kann nicht genug von dir bekommen." ("Damn, you feel so damn good. I can't get enough of you."). His movements grew more erratic, his body desperate for release. "Bitte, sweetheart, ich brauche es jetzt." ("Please, sweetheart, I need it now.")

You had no clue what the hell this man was spewing but damn if you weren't gonna fuck him senseless. You panted, one hand gripping his hip and the other at his blue furred thigh as you rocked upwards, hitting that sweet, sweet spot in his ass. Kurt's body trembled as you rocked upwards, and he let out a guttural moan at the sensations coursing through him. "Yes," he gasped out, his voice ragged. "That's it. Don't stop."He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breaths coming in ragged bursts as he rode you with increasing desperation.

"You're gonna make me lose control," he warned, his voice rough with lust. Kurt let out a strangled moan as you kept hitting his g-spot, his body trembling with need. "Yes, sweetheart," he gasped out, his words barely intelligible. His body began to shake more violently, and his head fell to rest against your shoulder, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. "I'm close," he panted, his voice cracking. "I'm so close."

Your hands moved to cupping and gripping his ass as you made the man bounce on your leaking cock, "That's it, baby. Take my cock." You groaned.

"Oh yes," he moaned, the sounds coming from him almost feral. "Harder," he pleaded, his body moving in sync with your grip. His tail was wagging feverishly, and his head dropped back, his eyes closed as he lost himself completely in the sensations. "Don't stop."

"Oh I'm not. I ain't stopping till I see that pretty face as it comes." You panted up at him. "Just a little more, sweetheart." His words were a broken plea, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold back. "Please, I can't hold on much longer. I need to come. Please." He was hanging on by a thread, his body coiled so tight with tension that he seemed ready to snap at any moment. As you kept a firm grip as you made him bounce, the sensations were his undoing. He let out a guttural moan, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh god, sweetheart, I'm coming," he choked out, and you agreed "Me too, baby. Gonna..."

You couldn't even finish as you both came. His cum painting your stomach as yours painted his walls. You both came down from your highs, whispering sweet words and eventually falling asleep with his body covering yours.

The Glory of Confessions

You sat in the opposite booth, waiting for Father to tell you to confess your sins. Your oh-so-nasty sins.

The thoughts of the Father spanking you with a wooden cross, making you recite verses in The Bible, making you restart every time your pathetic voice waivered or you cried out begging him to stop.

"Begin your confession, the Holy Lord is with you child."

"Yes God. I mean Father." You begin to reach the hem of your best Sunday dress, a pastel pink with baby's breath on it, your pussy's heat making it unbearable. "I've been having very sinful thoughts, Father." You sigh, dipping your fingers into your heat, "About us. How it'd feel to be yours." You move two digits in and out of you, making sure The Father can hear just how wet you are for him.

"The Lord forgives you. I forgive you, my dear child." The Father puffs out, if you listened hard enough you can hear the subtle movement of pants being unzipped. "Tell me, what these thoughts are like, my child." He asks dearingly.

"I touch myself to the thoughts of you touching me and taking me like God says only married folk do. I dream of your cocks taste. I get soaked just being in congregation with you, I love how you have me in a chokehold. You're like my own personal God." You pause, allowing your clit to relax from a pending orgasm. You can hear The Father breathing heavily, "Father, let me help you." You plead. "Yes child, you will help your God." he responds.

His cock appears through a hidden hole, and to your surprise, his pale cock is pierced, 6 balls, A Jacob's ladder? You can see the precum leaking and the leftover saliva he left from listening to you.

You hum, you take his cock in your hand, has to be at least 7 1/2 inches, maybe bigger. You lick his tip and his cock bucks in your hand, you put his tip in your mouth and swirl your eager tongue around it; making him pant and moan.

"Yes, that feels amazing, my child." The Father rolls his hips, in turn, his cock in your hands. You decide to push your limits by taking his cock slowly down your throat, counting each piercing that passes your smeared lips. Your pussy was aching for touch but you wouldn't allow yourself to. Bobbing your head, you moan and gag around his cock, loving the salty taste.

The Father moans at your movements, loving how your pretty throat wrapped tightly around his cock. You've been so taunting lately, the cute dresses, not wearing bras, the way your pretty eyes watch his every move. That's right, He's your God. Your only God.

He cums at those thoughts, loving the way you gag to swallow every drop. You even suck till he's soft in your mouth taking every drop.

As he pulls away, you ask for a more fruitful time the next time you both are alone. All you get back as an answer is "Maybe, My pet."