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[yawnderu]

Pervert — König x Reader

CW: König is a pervert in this one, "I sucked dick on accident"!Reader, dubcon.

"Easy. That's white chocolate." You're currently on your knees, playing a little game with König. 'Taste test', wanting to make sure all your senses are working well, hence the blindfold covering your eyes.

"Good. Now what's this one?" His hand went to your neck, gently lifting your chin up as one finger of the other hand was gently shoved into your mouth, your tongue willingly licking his finger and tasting the liquid covering it. You recoil back with a face of mild disgust, dragging a laugh out of him.

"Dark chocolate. Ugh." Your nose scrunches up in disgust again, the bitter taste still on your tongue.

"I'll bring you something sweet, wait." You hear his footsteps disappear into the kitchen but you don't remove the blindfold, staying on your knees until he's back.

"Here." He puts something in front of your lips and you lick without hesitation, ignoring the way his breathing quickens, thinking it's because he rushed from the kitchen. Whatever you're licking is thick, your tongue lapping at it while the sweet taste hits your tongue, thankfully getting rid of the taste of bitter, dark chocolate.

"Keep— keep sucking, there's more." You can recognize the taste of whipped cream, though the more of the object you hesitantly suck down your mouth, the more different things you can taste. You slowly suck more, almost gagging at the feeling of something so thick going down your throat. You gag a little bit, head recoiling back slightly as you go back to sucking on the tip, trying to get the exact flavor so you don't fail this stupid game he's making you play.

"Whipped cream and peanut butter." You reply with confidence, making König's cock twitch.

"There's more, you just have to go deeper." He's slowly jerking off, a fat pearl of precum staining his tip, hoping the whipped cream around his cock will mask the taste.

"Are you making me suck on a cucumber?" You ask with a laugh, playfully slapping his thigh, though your hand remains there.

"Yeah— don't bite it." You pushed your head back to his cock and you opened your mouth, trying to suck until you could taste the other things. You push him down your throat enough to taste it... chocolate syrup. Your tongue laps at it from the bottom, your gagging noises making you unable to hear his breathing hitch, though you can feel something in your mouth. You pull away slowly, eyebrows furrowed under the blindfold at the new taste.

"... saline water?"

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[lokisgoodgirl]

The Urge [Loki x Fem. Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] Loki's lack of magical contraception yields unexpected results. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Breeding kink. Smut. Language. Dirty talk. (w/ 1.8k)

"I can smell you." You stopped rinsing dishes, wiping your palms on your leggings before turning off the tap. He’s home early, you thought with mild interest. “What?! Two seconds...” you called. The sound of Loki dropping his keys into the dish by the door rattled. Metal on porcelain. You turned towards the noise, jumping as your husband’s broad shoulders suddenly filled the open kitchen doorway. “I said... I can smell you.” he repeated darkly, leaning against the frame.

Loki’s pupils were dilated, only a sliver of electric blue visible at the furthest rims. You ran your hands up the sharp angle of his jawline, trying to coax a smile. “Well I haven’t showered since last night but I didn’t think it was that -oh!” Loki stooped, hoisting your ass-cheeks with his huge palms. Your legs instinctively cinched around his hips, clinging on. It was a long drop to the floor. “I mean what’s between your thighs, wife.” he hummed menacingly. “You’re ripe.” Heat flushed your cheeks, a thrill thundering to the lowest centre of your sex. It was happening. “Are you sure you’re ready for the weight of my full load?” he snarled against the shell of your ear, the meaning in his words abundantly clear. You shivered. Loki had lifted the enchantment impeding his ability to impregnate you, and it had...side effects. “It will be four times what I usually spend inside that tight little slit of yours. I hope you can take it.” he murmured under his breath as he paced in long strides to the bedroom. He lowered you to the bed. You scrambled back on the mattress, running your eyes hungrily up his triangular torso. “And I hope you can keep it.” he spat, roughly yanking the knot in his tie. Loki had warned you that the tidal wave of god-level hormones would make him a little strange. A little less...sentimental. But even he wasn’t aware just how animalistic he would become in his mission to give you what you desired. What you both desired. He stripped the black suit jacket from his shoulders, unbuttoning the dark shirt slowly as he tilted his head. His gaze stalked over your body, breathless and flushed. He was hard already, his thick cock snaking down his thigh against the tight cotton. “How am I to make you fat with my offspring if you do not remove your clothes?” There was a venom in his voice that made you clench. “Oh, right- sorry.” you mumbled, tugging off your stained t-shirt. You lifted your hips, fumbling the waistband down. “Too long.” he scoffed impatiently, before leaning and grabbing the lowered nylon crotch. In one swift movement, the leggings ripped at the seams, half of the pair landing on the bed-knob. Your husband's stare smouldered with barbarism, his deep love hibernating as primal urges came to the fore. Loki ripped the belt from his hips, the coil of leather falling discarded with a loud crack to the floor.

You shuffled backwards on the martial bed as he unzipped his trousers, the perfect cock that had made love to you thousands of times looking different somehow. Harder? Bigger? you thought frantically, feeling your breath catch in your throat as his naked body descended. Loki’s hair fell wild around his collarbone, eyes narrowing as he tilted his chin to his chest. That smouldering gaze never left your own. “Don’t be afraid, darling." Loki nudged your knees apart gruffly. “You are worthy of breeding with a god, you should be grateful.” He wrapped his long fingers around your delicate wrists. “And I intend to thoroughly breed you tonight, pup. You can be sure of that.” You could feel the swollen tip of his manhood sliding against your entrance, the sticky mess of ovulation grasping against pre-cum gathered at the head. “Oh-my-g-god…” you gasped, unable to form proper words. You had never been more turned on in your life.

“That’s it. Praise me, little one.” Loki purred, before a long inhale made his eyes flutter closed in lust-drunk anticipation. “Such a well-bred cunt you have...” he hummed appreciatively, before licking a trail from your collarbone to your mouth. “Perfect for a god’s seed...” he rasped, releasing one wrist to palm the nearest breast upward. “... perfect for soaking in what I have to give.” he continued lazily. Loki nuzzled against your ear as his grip returned to the free wrist strewn above your head. “My prize breeding bitch.” You arched your back, feeling your pussy gape against the throbbing cock nestled tauntingly between your folds. Ready to burst. He released a ragged moan against your ear, pulsing between your open thighs. “I can’t keep myself out much longer, I can’t resist you like this – you have one final chance to stop before I fill you.” he panted quietly, a semblance of familiarity cracking through feral domination. You shook your head, murmurs of don’t stop passing your lips as a cruel smirk stretched his own. He snarled, mouth falling open as his wide tip squeezed past the tight opening. Loki swallowed, the veins in his neck straining. “Prepare for everyone in nine realms to know you have been fucked into this pathetic state.” he growled ceremonially. He bottomed out with a staggered groan as his grip on your wrists tightened. “And fucked by whom.” You squirmed beneath him, rocking your hips into the curves of his enormous muscular thighs. Waves of bliss soared as he grunted with every slow thrust, devastatingly measured. “Tell me I’m your slut, Loki-” you mewled, whining as he pressed the backs of your thighs mercilessly towards your ears. Loki's eyes fell to the sight of his glistening cock sinking into your swollen pussy, juices already leaking around the mess of twin flesh. He grit his teeth, curls swinging around his jaw as he watched himself disappear repeatedly into your ripe heat. “Remember who it is you have sheathed in your cunt, little one.” he grunted, balls slapping. “I only fuck my slut, I don’t breed her.” You whimpered, lost in a haze of unadulterated eroticism. It was filth. His voice. His hands. His cock. His words. “You’re so fucking t-tight.” he gasped, releasing a rasping moan that shook the Asgardian trinkets on the side-table. “I’m going to pound you so full of my...uhhh- sacred c-cum that you’ll be dripping from that pretty m-mouth.”

Your husband's voice vibrated around the apartment, the timbre so low you were sure it would sink through the floorboards. He was unhinged, the grip around your calves making halos of lightened skin appear beneath the dent of his fingertips. “Don’t-don’t stop...Loki” you gasped, frozen in place by his weight. The god snarled, his upper lip disappearing as his eyes flashed. “I said I would breed you, and I intend to.” he spat, suddenly pulling your wrists and flipping you to all fours. His slippery cock popped from your hole with a squelch as your palms hit the mattress. In a flash, long fingers grasped the nooks of your hips, sinking himself possessively back inside. The two of your groaned in unison as your ass hit the flat of his stomach.

“The way that ripe pussy is desperate to milk me, I won’t last…” he fawned, before placing a tight slap against your ass. “But then, pleasure is not the order of business. Not your pleasure, anyway..” The god muttered darkly under his breath, rhythmically pulling you tight against the base of his shaft before pushing you forwards. The fingers against your flesh would leave bruises. Animalistic grunts clouded the air like smoke as he railed into you like the beat of a drum. You could feel the veins in his cock swell. They pulsed, his body gearing to give you what you craved. Loki’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, erratic breaths scorching the air as he lost himself in the mission. Lost himself in the urge. Whines of his name leaked from your throat, your cheek lowering to the mattress- ass in the air like a bitch in heat. Loki’s hips juddered, the slap of his tight balls against your clit making you want to scream. And then you screamed. Loki chuckled, a choked laugh between stuttering, messy pumps. “That’s it. That’s.it - my breeding mare, taking the mount of your s-stallion as he fucks you full- f-f-fuck-” You and he moaned in unison, rising orgasm shuddering your bodies as Loki’s stomach folded against your back. You could feel the condensation of primal need on your neck from his breath, his cock tugging inside your needy pussy with shallow thrusts as he came undone. He needed this. He needed it just as much as you did. “Fill me p-prince- yes, give it...fucking give it to me-” you thundered. Your hips thrashed as you shoved you ass back to keep his cock steady against your wet centre. “All of it?” Loki choked, planting another smack on your ass with a broken moan. “Every fucking d-drop…” you managed through a strangled cry. The god roared behind you. You could feel thick cream spurt against clenching walls, hot seed sloshing and rising inside the deepest part of you. Loki's firm chest curled against your spine, hair sticking to the sweat gathered on your back. His hips juddered as he emptied himself inside your messy, fertile heat. Every drop. You could sense the clench of his perfect ass as he pumped several more times, milking himself in the slop of his own seed. Dwindling ragged grunts peppered the air, the tender slide of his palms over the curve of your ass telling you that his work was done.

“Stay still.” he murmured, carefully drawing himself from between your legs. Wet slurps filled the air, the light touch of his fingers grazing against your dripping slit. Inspecting. “Turn over-” he said gently, as if to a patient; “-slowly.” he added, before guiding you on your back. There was a broad smile on his face. “Legs up.” he quipped, still kneeling. You rolled your eyes playfully, manoeuvring your crossed ankles to rest on the curve of his neck. “I love you.” he said tentatively, placing a deep kiss on the calf to his side. A blissed-out smile fluttered on your lips. “I love you too.” you replied, reaching for his hand. Loki squeezed. “Based on that performance, we should probably make the most of the next few days.” you sighed, resting back against the pillow. Loki scoffed. “Have you so little faith in my ability to-” He trailed off, seeing the twitch of your eyebrow. “Oh.” he smouldered, pushing his hair back with a conspiratorial smile. “Yes. Indeed, darling. Very wise.” He placed another kiss on your ankle, the tip of his nose inhaling seductively down your calf as his words made you shiver with anticipation. “Better safe than sorry.” he whispered darkly against your skin.

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[almond-tofuuu]

Do it for me...

Zayne x fem! Reader smut

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, porn without plot (this is pure smutty goodness), PiV sex, nipple play, cervix fucking, soft dom! Zayne, consensual sex (bc asking for consent is hot af), cunnilingus, tongue fucking, fingering, squirting, creampie, raw sex (wrap it up ppl), sex on a desk, Zayne's fat cock (bc that shi needs its own warning label)

Lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 2.9k (I am so sorry)

Thinking about Zayne

His pupils blown wide with lust, chest heaving with every breath he takes, icy hand gently but firmly holding your chin in place, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his other hand explores your body. Cold fingers gliding so softly over your exposed collar bones, making your skin tingle and goose bumps forming in the wake of his fingertips. His eyes locked on yours as his hand travels lower, following the valley between your breasts, stopping just under the curve of your left breast, fingers toying with the lace of your bra.

"May I?" His voice is low and husky, breath fanning over your cheek as he leans closer, searching your face for any signs of discomfort.

You nod your head, desperate to feel his cold hands on your bare skin again, but he doesn't move, his eyes narrowing slightly as a deep chuckle rumbles from his chest.

"That's not how this works, darling, if you want something you're going to have to tell me" he leans in closer, lips ghosting over yours, teasing you but not giving you what you want "Go on, use your words, I'll give you whatever you want, just be a good girl and tell me what you need."

His words, so full of promise and dripping with desire spark a fire within you, a heat that radiates down to your core. Swallowing down the last of your anxiety, your eyes meet his own, voice barely above a whisper as you try not to stumble over your words.

"Please Zayne....I need you... need you to touch me...need to feel you, please-"

Your pleading is cut off by Zayne's mouth as he captures yours in a searing kiss, his hand that was previously holding your chin now tangling into the hair on the back of your head, pulling you closer as his lips devour yours. His tongue darts out to lick at your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance which you willingly grant, allowing him to explore your mouth. At the same time his other hand has made quick work of removing your bra, now kneading your left breast in his large hand, cold fingers pinching and rolling your nipple until it hardens before moving onto your right breast to give it the same attention. Reaching up you grab onto his broad shoulders, needing something to ground yourself, fingers burying themselves into the fabric of his doctors coat, tugging at it slightly. Zayne pulls away for a moment, chuckling at the adorable neediness of the gesture.

"What's the matter? Do you not like my coat anymore?" You know by the small smirk on his lips and mischievous glint in his eyes that he's teasing you, know that he wants you to tell him exactly what it is you want.

"Want you to take it off, 's not fair that I'm sat here shirtless and you're still fully clothed" you mumble with a small pout on your lips, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Hmm You're right, allow me to correct my error" Zayne's eyes remain focused on yours as he shrugs his doctors coat off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor of his office with a soft thump. However, you're still not satisfied, wanting to see more of him, so you grab onto his tie, pulling him closer to you so you can get to work on removing his shirt. Zayne is quick to stop you, large hands engulfing yours, halting their movement as he leans down to peer into your face.

"If your hands keep being mischievous, I can show you how surgeons tie knots" although his tone isn't harsh, there's a quiet dominance to his words, almost like he's challenging you to keep going. And you're not one to back down from a challenge, so you tug on his tie again, bringing his face closer to yours, trailing soft kisses along his jaw before you whisper seductively into his ear,

"Is that a promise, Doctor Zayne?"

Before you can even react Zayne has you laid on your back on his desk, one strong hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other loosening his tie further as his imposing form towers over you.

"It would seem that someone can't control their hands, perhaps I should teach you a lesson, maybe then you'll be more obedient" as he speaks Zayne takes his tie and uses it to restrain your hands, his movements quick and precise, being careful not to tie the knot too tight but enough to limit your movement.

"That's much better, now be a good girl for me and stay still" satisfied with his work Zayne leans in to capture your lips in a quick and passionate kiss before moving onto your neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin there, spurred on by the soft moans spilling from you. He then moves lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses along your collar bones and between your breasts, pausing to swirl his tongue around one of your hardened nipples before taking it in his mouth, his free hand coming up to tease the other. He repeats his movements on your other breast, not wanting to neglect it and relishing the way you whine and how your back arches up into him. Once he's done toying with your nipples, Zayne resumes his path downwards, lips and tongue leaving behind a wet trail on your stomach as he stops at the waistband of your jeans.

"Can I remove these as well, love?" He looks up at you, waiting for your permission, needing to hear that you want this.

"Yes, please Zayne, need you" this time you're quick to respond, your body feeling hot as the tension builds in your core becomes nearly unbearable, needing to feel some kind of relief.

Zayne gives you an approving smile, obviously pleased with your response, his hands moving to the buttons of your jeans, undoing them and removing both your jeans and panties in one go. Seeing you completely bare beneath him, your soaked cunt on full display, Zayne let's out a deep groan, whispering a soft "fuck" under his breath as he takes in the sight of you. The feeling of his piercing eyes on your exposed pussy is too much for you and you close your legs subconsciously, trying to shy away from him. But Zayne simply grips onto your thighs, prying them apart and slotting his hips in-between them.

"Don't hide away from me, love, you're beautiful, each and every part of you is perfect." His voice is soft and full of adoration, letting you know he means every word, that he truly thinks you're the most beautiful woman he's ever met. And you do believe him, because the way he's looking at you, the way he's holding you makes you feel so special. His hands give a light squeeze on your thighs, holding them in place as he lowers his head to plant soft kisses along the sensitive skin on the inside of your right thigh, nibbling every so often, inching closer and closer to where you need him most before switching over to your other thigh, giving it the same treatment. You buck your hips up, a desperate whine leaving you as you plead with him, "please stop teasing...wanna feel you... Can't take it anymore"

Zayne let's out a breathy chuckle, his warm breath fanning over your weeping cunt, "very well, you've been a good girl so far, I suppose you do deserve a reward"

And with that Zayne dives into your glistening pussy, tongue licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking it, repeating the motion several times as you writhe in pleasure beneath him. One of his strong hands moves to firmly hold down your hips, the other begins to play with your clit as his tongue delves inside your dripping hole.

"You taste so sweet, I may have just found my new favourite desert" he lets out a low moan of satisfaction that vibrates against your pussy, his mouth latching onto you again as he drives his tongue further inside you, lapping up all the juices leaking out of you. The feeling of his fingers on your clit and his tongue inside you has your thighs quivering and locking around his head, back arching off his desk as moans fall freely from your lips. Your hands, still bound together by his tie, reach down and tangle themselves in his hair, tugging slightly causing Zayne to groan into your cunt. He eats you out like a man starved, drinking down every drop of the juices flowing from inside you, his nose bumping against your clit adding to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Your orgasm is rapidly approaching when you feel Zayne's tongue leaving your pussy only to be replaced by two of his long, slender fingers, he slides them inside you easily, making a scissoring motion as his mouth latches onto your clit.

"Zayne... gon- ngh! Gonna cum!" You manage to stutter out between moans, your cunt clenching tighter around his fingers that continue to pump in and out of you, his pace increasing as he curls them to hit the spot deep inside your cunt that has you seeing stars.

"Go ahead, love, cum for me" he mumbles his encouragement into your cunt, the added vibrations sending you over the edge as your orgasm hits you full force, your pussy clenching tight around his fingers as you soak his hand and the lower part of his face. Zayne works you through your high, not stopping his movements until you push his head away, the over sensitivity becoming too much. You lie there catching your breath, looking down shyly you meet Zayne's gaze as he rises from between your legs, and he looks like pure sin. His eyes have darkened with lust, the bottom half of his face glistening with your juices, a smirk rests on his lips as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. It's the most erotic sight you've ever witnessed, and it has your cunt throbbing in anticipation.

"Do you wish to continue, love? I need you to tell me now if you've had enough, because once I start I'm not going to stop until I've ruined you for every other man" his voice is steady but there's a hint of tension behind his words, as if he's fighting hard to maintain control of himself, trying to keep his ever stoic demeanor intact. In a sudden burst of courage, you reach down and palm his painfully hard cock as it strains against the front of his dress pants, causing a low moan to resonate from deep in his chest. His hips involuntarily buck into your hand, his eyes fluttering closed as he allows himself indulge in the feeling of your warm hands as they stroke his cock.

"I want this, Zayne, want you" your whisper to him sweetly, hands unbuttoning the front of his pants, pulling down his underwear and freeing his gorgeous cock, letting it slap against his toned abdomen. It's thick and lengthy, pale with a prominent vein running up the underside of his shaft, pearly beads of precum leak out from the tip that's a few shades darker then the rest of his cock. You've never thought of using the word 'beautiful' to describe a cock before, but his truly was a sight to behold, enough to make your mouth water and pussy clench around nothing. You shuffle forward in an attempt to get off his desk, ready to sink to your knees and worship him the same way he did you, but Zayne's firm grasp on your chin halts your movement. You blink up at him in confusion, worried that you may have done something wrong, but the lust clouding his eyes and desire dripping like honey from his voice tells you otherwise.

"As much as I'd like to indulge in feeling that pretty mouth of yours, I'm afraid I can't wait that long. I need to take you, now. So be a good girl and lay back down for me"

Licking your lips, you do as you're told, resuming your previous position, the cool surface of his desk pleasant against your flushed skin. Zayne stands between your open legs, one hand resting on your thigh, the other takes hold of his thick length, guiding it through your slick folds, coating his shaft in your wetness, the tip nudging your clit with every slow thrust. Once he's satisfied that his cock is lubed up enough with your juices, Zayne positions himself at the entrance to your cunt, the tip prodding at the tight hole causing a near pathetic whimper of need to fall from your lips.

"Apologies in advance, love, I'll try to be gentle" and with that Zayne slowly enters you, his thick shaft stretching out your tight pussy, the steady, shallow thrusts allowing you to feel every delicious inch as he works you open until he's buried to the hilt. A shaky exhalation leaves Zayne's lips followed by a quiet "fuck" whispered under his breath, his eyes closed briefly as he revels in the feeling of finally being inside you, feeling your drenched cunt throbbing and clenching so nicely around his cock. He wants to be gentle, wants to take his time with you and keep true to his words.

But Zayne is only a man, and like all men he has a breaking point, and the sight of you laid beneath him, half-lidded eyes locked onto his, mouth hung open as you moaned his name in ecstasy, soaked cunt throbbing so perfectly around his cock was just too much for him. His self control that was hanging by a thread finally snapped, he began pounding his cock into you like a man possessed, driving his length deeper and deeper inside of your sensitive hole, the fat tip hitting your cervix with every rough thrust. Broken moans flow from you, combining with the rhythmic slapping of skin and wet squelching of your pussy, it creates a sinful melody that's practically pornographic, it would be enough to make your cheeks burn if your brain could actually focus on anything other than the delicious drag of Zayne's cock as he ruts into you. Meanwhile, the man above you has lost all composure, fingers digging into the plush of your hips as he drives his length into you, his rough thrusts enough to cause the desk below you to scrape across the floor. Somewhere, deep in your fucked-out brain you register the tightening of the coil in your lower stomach, knowing your orgasm is near, you try to warn Zayne, although it's difficult to form any kind of coherent thought with how good he's drilling into you.

"Z-zayne.... Aghh! gonna....mmh...gonna cum!" You manage to whimper out between moans, your eyes closing as you throw your head back, body arching up off the desk as his cock hits the spongey spot deep inside your pussy, causing you to clench even harder around him. Zayne brings one hand up to tilt you face to look at him, his eyes held an almost predatory glint as they locked onto yours.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, love, I want to watch as you fall apart" his words came out breathy and low, a deep groan rumbling up from the back of his throat, his hips never stopping their brutal pace, icy fingers coming up to play with your clit, rubbing figure eights into it as his heavy balls smacked against your ass with every thrust. It's all too much, all of your senses are overwhelmed by him. His cool fingers on your clit, his piercing eyes boring into yours, his musky scent surrounding you, deep groans and warm breath fanning over your face, and his hard cock moulding your pussy to his shape. Your orgasm is blinding, your body convulsing and cunt spasming erratically around his length, squirting your release all over his toned abdomen as your vision turns white. A high-pitched moan leaving you followed by the chanting of his name, whispered almost like a prayer as he consumed your thoughts. Zayne doesn't stop, his thrusts speeding up as his own is release fast approaching, but he doesn't even realise, too focused on you. Watching intensely as you come undone beneath him, wanting to remember every second, every moan, every facial expression. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's cumming, hips stuttering before burying himself deep inside you, a broken groan of your name falling from his lips, cock pulsing and twitching as he coats your pussy with his thick, creamy seed. He continues to shallowly rock into your spent pussy, feeling how your cunt milks his cock for every last drop of cum.

His strong arms rest on either side of your head, holding him up as he pants heavily, sweat-covered forehead resting against yours as you both bask in the afterglow of your release. Zayne Is the first to move, pulling back slightly he presses a tender kiss to your forehead as he takes in your fucked-out form below his. He can't help but be entranced by how beautiful you look, skin glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling heavily as you try to catch your breath, cheeks flushed as you come down from your high. To him, you look absolutely ethereal, and he can't stop the soft smile that spreads across his face, because finally, after so many years of wanting and waiting, you're his.

[yunnimilk]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ - AMAB! TOP! Gallagher x AMAB! BOT! MALE! Reader

DRABBLE ! !

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

― ୨୧⋆ ˚ || Imagine Gallagher fucking your guts so good on the bar counter, his rough hands going up and down on your silky skin, touching your hips. Him removing his tie and putting it around your neck to choke you! ( ⁼̴̤̆◡̶͂⁼̴̤̆ )

― ୨୧⋆ ˚ || Gasping for air as you take his fat cock, you can feel it burrying itself in your prostate, as he grinds against it. His tie slightly gripping your neck, this factor just added to how lightheaded you were whenever he bullied his cock into you. His balls smacking against you, a wet plapping filled the room, as well as your moaning! ♡٩(❛ัᴗ❛ั ๑)

― ୨୧⋆ ˚ || Your back arching of the table as Gallagher says, "easy, tiger ~" his hand eases up your stomach, you're on the brink of cumming from his touch, it just tickles your skin. Your hands grip his shoulder for dear life, bruising it, and you just call out his name like it was a prayer , (｀οДο′)!?

― ୨୧⋆ ˚ || Imagine Gallagher taking out a strawberry simple syrup and drizzling it on your nipples. Sucking the life out of them and he continues to ravish your body, your veins on fire as you felt his wet tongue massage your perky buds. You felt your pretty little dick twitching, and it kept twitching during your orgasm, your seed landing on Gallagher's chin when he was busy biting your nipples , (*'-⌒*)v ♡

― ୨୧⋆ ˚ || He rose up and licked your cum, you whimper at the sight. He continues thrusting into you, even after your electrifying orgasm, making the overstimulation almost painful. Ultimately, he covers you with his cum, you look so pretty painted with white! Suddenly, you felt his cock poking your prostate again, you let out a startled moan  •᷄ ρ•᷅ 

"the night is young, baby boy, let's go again ~"

[fattystoriez]

The Roomate

Content Warning: Weight Gain

Tyus was for and athletic throughout his life, being on the football, wrestling and track teams in high school. Tyus was at college on a varsity football scholarship, he was just getting to campus for his first day when he met his roomate. He was surprised to find that his roommate was a 36 year old slobbish man to be his roommate. The man was wearing a tight blue polo, his fat guy and soft chest clung to the fabric. The shirt was stained with different stains.

“Nice to meet you” *BURAAAPP* The man belched loudly. “I’m Brayden.” Brayden pulls down his shirt as it rides up his belly.

Tyus was disgusted by his roomate, he was hairy, bald, fat… a total cock block. “I’m Tyus… you’re not what I expected for a roommate.” Tyus puts some bags down, he noticed that Brayden was very musky and the room was filled with it.

Brayden scratched his soft double chin “You’re exactly what I expected, a young fit jock.” Brayden got closer, his musk started to fill Tyus’ nostrils fogging up his brain. “Can get anyone with a flex from his toned arms, always showing them off with an athletic tank top.” Brayden put a hand on Tyus’ abs, rubbing them from under the shirt. Tyus wanted to push the fat perv away but he was sluggish. “Come sit down with me” Tyus noticed that there was a disgusting stained couch in the dorms living area, Brayden pushed Tyus right down onto the cum stained cushions.

The musk was making Tyus more submissive and agreeable to Brayden’s lifestyle. “ Oh uh wow… you smell… dis-“ Tyus had a hard time saying it, his cock beginning to twitch in his workout shorts.

“I know I’m smell great don’t I?” Brayden wafted his musk over to Tyus. “What do you like to eat, Tyus?”

“Oh I usually just eat lean meat and vegetables…” Tyus felt odd about what he was saying, he started to feel like that wasn’t true.

“Oh but you look like a man who really loves doughnuts, right” Brayden took out a dozen doughnuts and started shoving them into Tyus’ mouth.

“No I don-mphhhhh” Brayden moved Tyus’ hands to his fat belly.

“You feel that? You love that soft fat pig belly.” Brayden shoved another doughnut into Tyus’s mouth.

Tyus’s body began to swell with fat, bite after bite, covering his once toned abs. His flabby belly pressed against his tank top, his chest softening and become plump moobs. This looks down at his blubbery body, a mix of arousal and fear caused his cock to stiffen in his shorts. “Oh my god…” Brayden forces another doughnut into Tyus’s moth “I’m getting so…” Tyus felt his belly gurgle as he let out a loud belch. “UUUUrrraaaaPPP”

“You’re becoming a fat piggy” Brayden squeezes Tyus’s left moob while forcing new junk food into his mouth, Tyus began to sweat from under his moobs. “oh damn you plumped up nicely, let’s keep going” Brayden pulled out unlabeled jars of a chocolaty thick fluid, he shoves a funnel into Tyus’s mouth and pours the mixture into his mouth. It tasted so sweet and decadent, and it was causing Tyus to swell quickly.

“S-stop… I’m getting so f-fat!” Tyus’s alarm went away as he put his hands on his fat belly, he couldn’t help but play with the soft mass of blubber that had replaced his abs. Tyus didn’t know it but he had grown a double chin, softening and removing his once sharp jawline. Tyus tried fighting, but Brayden’s musk was too much for him to handle. Tyus’s body swelled, growing a light dusting of body hair. Brayden started to remove his tank top and shorts to show off the whale that had replaced the jock.

“Oh how do you feel piggy? Feel like being my submissive slob??” Brayden shook Tyus’s belly, causing it to jiggle, a sensation that was foreign to Tyus.

“I- I-“ Brayden gave Tyus’s nipple a tug, causing a surge of pleasure that made Tyus’s cock shoot a load. “I am your submissive piggy” Tyus moaned as he left a wet spot on the couch. Tyus’s mind went completely submissive and dumb, the muscled jock that was there minutes ago no longer existed, only a dumb obese pig.

[zeltqz]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. reader just wants to be a good girl for sanzu and hanma

wc. 2.6k

tags. filthy threesome, sanzu has a spit kink, hanma and sanzu are assholes, degrading, multiple creampies, reader gets overstimulated, no after care, orgasm denial, oral (m) receiving, reader gets spit roasted, hanma records reader as they’re fucking, porn without plot, probably the filthiest thing I ever wrote tbf

“Shuji.”

“Yeah?” he purrs, spanking you. You yelp, whimpering at the harsh sting of his palm rubbing over the bruising flesh. When the tip of his cock brushes against your pussy, you grip the bedsheets in your fists. “You’re so wet, holyshit,” he says lowly, voice laced with amusement as he eyes between your legs, at your glistening pussy.

Another whimper leaves you when the fat head of his tip leaves your pussy and quickly is replaced with a long, slender finger, spreading your folds apart. You moan softly, arching into the feeling of his tongue lapping at your spread pussy, wet tongue flicking and sucking against your folds. He gives your pussy one last kiss before pulling away, wiping his mouth with his arm and dipping his middle finger shallowly inside your pussy. 

“Oh fuck.” Instantly you react, pushing your hips back against his finger, trying to chase away the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you rapidly. He licks his lips seeing the shine on his middle finger every time he pulls out far enough. 

“All this for me yeah?” The hand gripping your hips up gives you another spank. He removes his finger from your pussy and brings it to his mouth, cleaning it off. 

“Not just you,” Sanzu chimes in, smirking down at your form in front of him on the bed. He kneels down on the mattress and hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your face up from its resting spot on the mattress to stare up at him. “For us . Right baby?”

You nod sheepishly, the intensity of his green eyes in the dark room sending shivers down your spine, plus the light touch of Hanma’s nails raking down the length of your back. Hanma’s big hands slide back to your hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and drumming them along your skin.

“Open your mouth,” Sanzu instructs, ripping your attention away from the man behind you playing with your ass. “And tilt your head back.” You open your mouth, eyes closing and tilting your head back, expecting to feel his cock against your lips, so you’re not prepared when he leans down, spits, misses, and laughs when it slides uselessly down your cheek before he wipes it away. “Oops,” he snorts, not even sounding the least bit sorry and properly aims this time. 

It lands straight in your mouth and you fight back the initial urge to swallow, gagging when he pushes two fingers into your mouth, massaging the saliva into your tongue. 

“Keep your mouth open.” 

Your brow furrows as you look up at him, more saliva pooling inside your mouth threatening to pour out the longer he keeps fucking his fingers deeper into your mouth. They push back to your throat and you gag around his fingers, feeling your throat getting smaller and smaller. He gets rougher, wanting to hear how you sound when you choke so he could picture it with his cock instead.

“Cut the lady some slack, Sanzu.” Hanma says nonchalantly, also enjoying the sounds of you choking in front of him. His hand is big enough to engulf the entire of your ass, grips harshly onto your cheek, simultaneously humping his cock against your pussy. “Ready for me sweetheart?”

You gargle a response, still looking up at Sanzu as he doesn’t stop twisting his fingers into your wet mouth. He likes you messy, staring up helplessly at him. After a few more seconds, he removes his fingers and barely gives you a second to catch your breath before shoving his cock into your mouth. The saliva drips from your lips, onto the mattress and you whimper when you feel the stretch of Hanma’s cock pushing into you. 

“Fuck,” Hanma groans, throwing his head back. He bottoms out in a single thrust, fingers gripping impossibly tighter into your hips as he keeps you in place. Your pussy spasms and convulses around his cock, making him shudder as he pulls out just to slam back in, sending you forward, engulfing more of Sanzu’s cock into your mouth. 

The tip of his cock pushes past the tight muscle of your throat and you automatically feel yourself gagging but refrain from doing so as Sanzu moves his hand to the back of your head. He applies pressure, pushing you forwards till your nose brushes against his pelvis. It hurts, your mouth stretching to accommodate the thick girth as he nudges the back of your throat. His fingers move upwards, gripping harshly onto your hair as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. 

Behind you, Hanma stills, watching you take Sanzu’s cock without much hesitation. None of them notice how hard your nails are digging into the flesh of your palms. 

“Is she all the way?” Hanma asks, hands skimming over the outline of your ass as he leans forward to get a better look. The movement makes his cock angle deeper, hitting a spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back. 

“Ah wait. Shuji. I think she likes that.” Sanzu lets go of your head, pulling out of your mouth. Instantly your hands fly to your throat, massaging the outside of it as you try catching your breath. 

“Likes what? This?” Hanma pulls out and slams back inside, sending you forward, a long, loud, shameless moan leaving your mouth. “Hm,” he hums, grinning before holding onto the back of your neck, keeping your body and face pressed down against the mattress. 

Hearing your moans, he chooses to professionally angle his thrusts, really making you scream. You sound stupid; the sound of your moans overbearingly loud to hear the snickers you’re sure they’re sharing between each other. You helplessly reach for Sanzu, unsure what you’re even asking for as Hanma abuses your pussy. He slams over and over into your cervix, the tip of his cock constantly brushing that spot inside you. 

Sanzu grabs your face and Hanma lets go of your neck, moving back to gripping your hips, and allowing his friend to lift you up from the mattress, back onto all fours. He leans down, taking your lips in a heated, messy kiss. His tongue ravishes your mouth with ease. It’s wet, clumsy, your teeth knocking into his as he sloppily kisses you. When he pulls away, he moves his hand down your arm, gripping your hand and bringing it up to his cock. 

“Make me cum.”

You shakily wrap your hand around his cock, gripping it softly and trying to turn your focus away from the man behind you into pleasuring the man in front of you. Sanzu watches as your hand begins to jerk him off slowly, pulling more pre-cum to his tip. You inch forward and lap at the bead, relishing in the low groan Sanzu lets out, his shuddered breaths.

“Fuck. I’m close,” Hanma says through gritted teeth, planting a foot onto the mattress. His thrusts become even impossibly harder to take, the sheer power behind them sending your limp body forward into Sanzu. His low, heavy breaths got louder and he didn’t bother pulling out before emptying his load inside you. 

Sanzu pushes hair from your face and runs his thumb down your face, stopping at your lips. He presses down on the soft flesh of your bottom lip, tugging it downwards just to watch it recoil back. 

“Holy shit,” Hanma giggles, pulling out and sitting on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “Best pussy I ever had.”

“Yeah? That so?” Sanzu’s eyes are glued onto your face, and you don’t stop yourself from leaning forward, taking his thumb into your mouth. His eyes widen momentarily before he breaks out into a smile that nearly splits his face in two. “Hanma. Get the fuck off the bed.” He pulls his thumb out, wiping his saliva ridden thumb all over your cheek.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Sanzu rolls his eyes as Hanma makes himself more comfortable on the bed, resting his arms behind his head, watching Sanzu man-handle you on top of him. Your legs come over his hips, straddling him. He rests his hand on your ass, sliding them up and down as you reach behind yourself to grab at his cock. You struggle a few times but eventually manage to align him with your entrance, his grip growing tighter as you slowly inch your way down his cock. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him the deeper you take him. Your soft breaths in Sanzu’s ears, plus the feeling of your breasts pressing against his chest made him dizzy. He nudged your face with his cheek to face him, sealing his lips against yours. 

You moan against his mouth, pressing your body as close as you could to his. He fell backwards, his back hitting the mattress as you readjusted yourself on top of him. His hands caress your waist, squeezing gently at whatever he could grab as you brushed your lips down his neck. 

“You two lovebirds gonna move yet or what?” Hanma drawls from the other side of the bed, the familiar sound of a lighter flicking a few times  before the smell of tobacco filled the room. 

“Don’t fucking rush me.” Sanzu sat upright on his elbows, eyes trailing down your naked body. “Ride me.”

“Mkay.” You sat upright and began moving, grinding your hips back against his, your nails scratching at his chest. His hands wandered down to your hips, gripping hard as he started slamming you faster onto his cock. 

“Fuckkkkkkk,” Sanzu threw his head back against the bed, biting his lip as his hips began losing rhythm as they jerkily drove upwards into you. 

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you sob, closing your eyes and slapping a hand over your mouth as you feel him go deeper. 

The bed dips and you hear Shuji stand up, skirt around the bed before sensing his overwhelming presence behind you. He wraps a hand around your throat, making your eyes shoot open, tilting your head back to look at him. You were met with a phone in front of you, the flashlight shining in your eyes as he recorded the fucked out look on your face as you bounced on Sanzu’s cock. 

“Shuji—the light—”

“You’re fine,” he says, cutting you off. His hand tightened around your throat and he handed Sanzu the phone to record the view of you bouncing from the front. 

With both his hands now free, Hanma trails his other spare hand down your chest, gripping onto your breast, kneading it. You moan when Sanzu’s hand comes to your clit, rubbing circles.  

“Cum already, ‘fucks sake.” Shuji says from behind you, flicking your nipples. 

“I’m trying.” 

“If you don’t cum before he does then you won’t cum at all, pretty girl,” he says in a teasing voice, bending down to kiss your forehead. 

You whine and speed up your movements. Sanzu hisses and drops the phone onto the bed, face down when you clench around his cock. “Fuck I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“Wait—!” Sanzu quickly flips you onto your back, hands on either side of your head, thrusts erratic as he doesn’t stop his movements, slamming his hips against yours. 

“‘M never leaving this pussy again, holyshit.” He can’t explain how good it feels, splitting you open with his cock. His hand wraps around your throat, enclosing around it, uncaring about the way you were scratching at his hand. He looks down between your legs, watches the way his cock plunged in and out of your slick, wet, and creamy pussy and then comes to a stop. “Oh, I came.” He pulls out and the squelch of your pussy almost as him going back in for seconds.

“Fucking idiot. Didn’t even record it.” Hanma pushes Sanzu’s head and snatches the phone. You try to close your legs but Hanma’s hand presses down on your thigh, keeping them open. He turns the camera back on and records your pussy, the streams of white cum dribbling out. “Fuck that’s hot.”

“Lemme see.”

The two seem to ignore your presence, their eyes glued onto the phone as they watch both their cum seep from your puffy, overstimulated pussy. With both of them distracted, you finally close your legs and roll over to your side, pouting. 

“Oi.” Shuji slaps your thigh to get your attention. You glare at him and he raises an eyebrow. “Timbers shivered. What are you so mad at?”

“I didn’t get to finish,” you mumble.

“That’s it?” He clicks his tongue and laughs. Sanzu rolls his eyes and moves to get off the bed, searching for his clothes in the messy room.

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? You both got to finish and I didn’t! It’s unfair.”

“Stop whining.” Sanzu rubs his temples. He finds his clothes and puts them back on as you’re still sulking on the bed. “The world won’t stop spinning if you don’t finish.”

“It’s still unfair…”

“You wanna finish that bad?” You barely had time to look before Hanma was stuffing three fingers in your pussy. He fucked them in and out of you at a speed that shouldn’t have been possible. “Go on then. Finish.” His thumb comes up to circle your clit. 

You immediately cover your mouth, ashamed of the noises that were leaving you as your body seizes around his fingers. Your walls clench around his fingers when he switches his pace from fast to suddenly slow, curling his fingers to brush against that spot. Your mouth falls open, your voice cracking as you moan soft and breathlessly as you came. The aftershocks has your toes curling, squeezing involuntarily around his fingers.

“Fucking finally.” He pulls his fingers out, now drenched in your liquids and clicks his tongue. “Clean it up.” He looks you dead in the eye as he utters the words, holding three of his fingers up. 

Without hesitation, you lean forward, shifting to sit on your knees and take his fingers into your mouth. With how long they are, it was an uncomfortable angle, trying to take it all in at once, so you opt on licking and sucking down the length of his fingers. The door opens and Sanzu leaves before saying anything, and you shove down the twinge of disappointment at his sudden departure down and put your focus on cleaning Hanma’s fingers.

He pulls his now clean fingers out of your mouth and cups your face, squishing your cheeks in his grip and smiles down at you, voice playful and degrading all the same as he says, “Good girl.”

[princessbrunette]

Rafe training you to swallow his cum because you always try to spit it out so he pinches your nose and covers you mouth until you swallow it and then lets you breathe again

〰・♡・〰

he’s all breathless, pink in the cheeks when he catches you off guard — having just shot the abundant salty load onto your tongue. his reaction is instant, almost like it’s second nature when your brows furrow. you had this terrible habit of drooling out his cum all back down his shaft, and sometimes — it felt good, sloppy, just like he liked it. but he needed to know you respected him, that you’d do anything for him. he needed you to—

“swallow.” he commands and you panic, his hand pressed over your mouth. you whine, cum gargling in your throat and his eyes flutter in irritation, now pinching your nose too. you panic a little harder, slapping at his wrist with wide watery eyes and he shakes his head, brows raising as his gaze doesn’t leave yours once. “no, no… don’t need to breathe just— just swallow it down.”

you gulp loudly, letting the salty liquid glide down your throat and he relents, removing his hands. “all of it…there you go.” he nods, watching your inexperienced self cough a little, the stringy white liquid taking its time to slide down your throat. he sits forward, cupping the back of your head as he massages two fingers down the column of your throat, sighing himself at your inability.

“breathe through your nose. tha’s it.” he helps the cum down with his fingers massaging your neck from the outside until you calm, still trembling, still staring up at him with those wide eager to please eyes.

you blink twice, two fat tears rolling down your cheek, lip wobbling. rafe had clearly had plenty of experience in receiving head, probably had some real pro’s get their mouth around him in the past— and now here you were, having to be trained like a bad dog to follow commands. he presses his lips together, swiping away the tears.

“hey, hey hey.” he tsks, cupping your cheeks so you look at him. “you’re fine, ‘kay? did a good job.”

“m’not good.” you whine, sniffling up at him pathetically until he’s dabbing the sleeve of his shirt under your nose to collect the snot.

“you did just fine. you’re new to this, n’that’s alright. i mean, y’got me to cum did you not? what, you forgotten what that tastes like already? hm?” he encourages, noting the way you perk up a little. it’s so easy with you.

“yeah.” you sniff and he nods in response.

“yeah. see? so chin up.”

〰・♡・〰

[drkayclinic12]

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Carrier

The intersection of 4th and 7th is clos-

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Reports of a disease carried by mosquitos have flooded north America. Hospitals can't keep up and the CDC is struggling to contain it. Professionals are suggesting to stay inside as much as possible, and to wear bug spray when outdoors. Symptoms of the disease ar-

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"This is bullshit, it's just fear mongering. People talk about world ending shit all the time and it's always nothing." Kane said as he pulled up to the south valley hiking trail. A trail he visited often to escape the real world. It was usually busy, but today it was completely empty. "Such a beautiful day and everyone's wasting away inside." He scoffs.

Kane parked his car and stepped out into the beaming sunlight. "Good day to work on my tan." He said as he pulled off his plaid shirt and headed down to the trail.

Only a few minutes into the hike and the bugs come out. They usually never bother him, but that radio broadcast was stuck in his head.

Bzzzz- Smack!

"Ah shit!" He yelled as he smacked the back of his neck. That bite hurt a lot more than he expected. "Maybe I should be a bit more careful." Kane muttered under his breath as he slipped his shirt back on.

He couldn't quite get comfortable after that. He was paranoid about the mosquitos. That bite he got earlier kept getting itchier, and his chest felt really tight. As he was walking he kept unconsciously unbuttoning his shirt. Each button came off with a sigh of relief, but then the tightness would return and he would have to remove another button. Until the shirt was completely open.

"Man I'm getting tired." Kane said, out of breath. He stopped hiking for a moment. He wiped the sweat off his face, wondering why he was having so much trouble on a trail he had done dozens of times before. His hand drifted to his stomach to scratch an itch, and he nearly jumped in shock when his hand sunk into the soft fat on his belly.

"What the fuck!" He said poking at the round belly that protruded out of his open shirt. He then noticed the soft moobs that hung above them, adding to his shock.

"What the fuck is happening to me!? Was it the mosquitos?" He said, panicking. He was running short of breath as he felt all of the soft rolls of fat that covered his entire body. His plump ass and thick thighs that threatened to burst out of his pants. His double chin hidden under his beard. Even his bulging love handles that spilled over his waistline. He was getting fat.

"Oh fuck." He said as he took off his hat and rubbed his thick hands through his hair. His hairline started to recede and the hair that was left was thinning.

"I... I gotta get back." He said as he finally caught his breath.

He turned and started running back. But it was getting harder with the extra padding on his body. He felt his gut and his moobs bounce with every step, weighing him down. His tightening pants restricted his movement, and his increasing weight made it harder for him to move.

It felt like forever, but he finally made it back to his car. He didn't want to look, but it felt like his gut had doubled in size on the way back. And he doesn't even want to know what his hair looks like.

He sits in the car, sliding the seat back to even fit inside. He thought about whether to go home or to a hospital or what. He decided on a hospital, and stepped on the gas. His heart was racing, but something in his mind was telling him to relax. Almost as if nothing had even gone wrong on the hike. Why was he even on a hike, hikes are for pussies anyway. He just couldn't wait to get home and have a beer, maybe watch the game.

He pulled into his driveway, completely forgetting that he planned on going to the hospital. Why go to the hospital when there's nothing wrong with him, he's exactly the man he wants to be.

As he got into his house, he unzipped his fly, relieving the pressure in his pants with a sigh. He grabbed some leather and threw it on, thinking it looked sick. And finally he grabbed a cold one and a cigar.

He sat on his front porch, feeling the leather wrap around his man tits and his bulging gut lay on his lap. He cranked the radio as he lit his cigar.

-and the wear bug spray when outdoors. Symptoms of the disease are rapid weight gain, increase in testosterone, and an increase in aggressive and confident behavior-

Bzzzz- Smack!

"Hehe, why would a man want it any other way."

- Carrier B-Sides -

1.

Father and son take vacation in Florida. The duo got bitten several times over their vacation and remained unphased by the drastic changes done to their bodies. Due to the amount of bites by infected mosquitos, the father and son have gained the most weight of any known victim so far. The pair insist that nothing is wrong, despite pictures taken before the trip placing them at 160 and 200 pound respectfully. The two now weigh 360 and 320 pounds respectfully, and their credit cards show them buying new clothes nearly everyday, starting from larges to now five XLs that they're wearing now. Both have been taken in for guaranteeing, and for additional research.

2.

Sports teams around the world have been destroyed by the spread of the disease. An increasing amount of players are showing up to practices and games unrecognizable from the men they used to be. Many have become overweight and overly aggressive, making them unable to play. Teams are also reporting an unprecedented amount of sexual relations in between players. Most major sports organizations have been put on pause until things stabilize.

3.

People are starting to wonder whether certain politicians are fit to do their jobs after infection. Many become impulsive and erratic, with little ability to think for the future. Many politicians and world leaders have begun having secret meetings without any infected people, but the disease has wiped out many of these politicians. Below is a before and after of one such politician one week ago and yesterday. Conspiracies have also been spreading that government officials who have been infected have begun intentionally infected others in order to take over entire governments.

4.

Local Sheriff was in charge of temporarily holding infected individuals before they could be quarantined. The sheriff was bitten by one of the infected men. He soon started to show symptoms, he grew so fat that be burst out of his uniform. He then released the infected men, who then wreaked havoc on the small town. This was the first record case of the infection spreading human to human.

5.

A couple left their window open during a romantic dinner they had for an anniversary. One of the men was bitten by a mosquito during their dinner, but hadn't shown signs of infection. The infected make them brought his boyfriend to their bedroom. The infected man started to show symptoms while having sex. He started to grow visibly fatter. He started to get more aggressive with his partner. His partner showed concern but did not stop the situation. The infected man finished inside of his partner, who quickly started to show signs of infection. He grew about as far as his partner had. This was the first reported case for the disease being sexually transmitted.

[doublechinwand]

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[kentoberry]

the chain — toji fushiguro.

about · toji doesn't tame brats, he breaks them.

content · [ 18 + content ; minors dni] · female reader · brat taming · toys · heavy d3gradation & name calling · age gap (toji in his 40s, reader in their 20s) · daddy kink · f1ngering · mention of f1sting · p-ssy slapping · dumbification · dacryphilia.

"fuckin' brat," toji spat, huffing as he pushed you back onto his unmade sheets. "yer always fucking testin' my patience, doll..."

he stalked around to his bedside table, pulling something out of the drawer before returning to you. he ran a large hand up your thigh, watching you shiver under his piercing gaze. it made you forget what you'd done to misbehave, fear and excitement alike swallowing you whole.

"none of that squirmin', ya hear me?" toji threatened. when you didn't reply, he roughly gripped your chin and forced you to look at him. "i'm not fuckin' around, sweetheart. gonna be a good girl f'me and take it, ain't ya? fucking answer me."

the seriousness lacing his tone made you feel faint, and you struggled to utter a little whimper of "yes, daddy!" before toji had his way with you. he lifted one of your legs to meet his waist, giving him better access to your dripping cunt. he slapped it a couple of times for good measure, feeling you up before stuffing two of his fingers into you. the man didn't bother giving you a chance to adjust, instead fucking you ruthlessly and swearing about how filthy you were.

you couldn't help but squeal as toji worked on stretching your hole open, preparing you for what you assumed would be his cock. each movement from him was rough, enough to make you tear up a little, but you had no plans on uttering your safe word any time soon.

before you could even comprehend it, toji was three... no, four... fingers deep inside of you. you felt dizzy, babbling that you were close to cumming.

"don't you fuckin' dare, brat. i'm far from done with ya." with an irked sigh, toji removed his fingers from you. within a flash, he picked up the item that he'd retrieved from his drawer: his fleshlight. sure, he hadn't needed to use it in a while as having a slutty girlfriend such as yourself means he gets an easy lay, but he kept it nonetheless.

after a drizzle of lube along the handle of the toy, toji bit the bullet and began working it into your warm pussy. despite the fact that he was slow and gentle with his movements, doing his best not to hurt you, his words were a stark contrast.

"fuckin' whore, so eager to take anything in yer loose cunt, eh?"

"maybe later i'll see if i can fit my fist in ya, surely that'd ruin this pussy f'r anyone else you ever wanna fuck,"

"look at ya squirm, brat. ya like havin' an old man break yer nasty cunt, yeah?"

each syllable sent sparks flying to your core; toji knew exactly what you liked best and was using it against you. before you could even comprehend it, toji's fleshlight was stuffed in your pussy, occassionally shifting as your walls subconsciously clamped down around it. he wore a shit eating grin as he slapped the fat tip of his cock against you clit, causing you to jolt a little. it must've been your on switch, toji thought, because you started whining and begging for him to fuck you properly immediately afterwards.

"shh, sweetheart," he drawled, cupping your cheek as he feigned benevolence. "ya know i don't tolerate that bratty ass of yours. i better break it before ya go pickin' up bad habits. surely yer smart enough ta understand." he tapped your cheek then moved his hands back to your thighs. after swiftly aligning his cock with his toy, he started to fuck it.

at first, each thrust was tender. he watched your every expression to ensure that he had neither gone too far or was causing you extreme discomfort, and once he was satisfied, he sped up.

a string of curses fell from toji's lips as he found his pace, smirking at the tears staining your cheeks as you became reduced to a point beyond cohesion — it was as though the only phrases contained in your pretty little mind were "daddy" and "more". he couldn't help himself from running a thumb over your wet cheek and proceeding to lick the salty tears off of his digit. he was being downright nasty with you, fucking his toy hard enough that he was already nearing his release. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass complimented your cries so perfectly.

"where d'ya want my cum, sweets?" he asked, hoping you were still of sound enough mind to answer.

it took you a moment and your voice was meek, but you managed to croak out a small "in me, daddy."

the glint in his eyes would have told you he had other plans, but your vision was instead clouded by tears.

toji slowly pried his fleshlight out of your dripping pussy, though instead of replacing it with his cock, he left you high and dry. the man picked up the toy and pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, tapping your clit once again, and spilling his load all over your used cunt. it only resulted in more sobs and mewls from you, with toji instead leaning closer to you and hissing in your ear:

"only good toys get daddy's cum."

[wraithdance]

I’m not Kesha, I hate your beard

Cw: it’s pure unedited smut. Nobody look at me I’m not doing well. Price or Keller pick your poison style, afab!reader, mentions of readers vagina, oral sex, a lil consensual (light) choking if you’re nasty. I hate myself for this :(

MDNI as always, don’t annoy me

You weren’t joking when you told him you hated his facial hair. It comes as a surprise that despite your rude comment he still manages to get you under him and soaking his beard.

The moans he emits as he licks and sucks your cunt are obscene. Coupled with your compulsive grinding against his mouth you’re dizzy with gut punching want. The sides of his beard is scratchy against your sensitive inner thighs but you can only stretch your legs so far apart to escape the sensation.

Especially when he sucks your clit with definitive pulls that has you clasping his head between your knees in a vice grip.

Light colored eyes hold yours in as he lifts his head just enough to be seen over the mound of your pussy. Your legs shake observing the slick and shiny layer dampening his mouth and beard. He gives you a knowing smirk making a show of licking his lips.

“You taste so good doll.”

keening out a half gasp you hiss a ‘please shut up’ that has him pinching your thigh in reproach. He tells you to be nice (demands it, really) and it’s an order you’re fine with following, especially when he shoves his tongue as far as he can into your cunt.

You whine when he removes the muscle only to sigh when he replaces it with a plug of his thick fingers. He’s pumping two digits out of your clenching sex driving more hot cum into his palm and mouth.

Your eyes rolls to the back of your head when his mustache grazes over your clit when he parts your folds with slow flat licks.

His eyes dilate while he watches your body tremble at the force of your orgasm. His hands wrap around your thighs holding your thrashing legs still as he licks you through tremors. Your vision blacks out when he places a fat kiss and light nip to the skin above your clit.

When you come to seconds later he’s bullying his hips between yours and sinking inside you with one long fluid motion.

The sound you make is choked and he coos encouraging words that has your eyes prickling with tears. When the hilt of his cock finally makes it over the threshold of your cunt he rocks into you with a slow punch. You’re crying out, hand shooting below to stop the forward thrust of his hips.

He just removes it, pressing a kiss into your palm and fucks into you without abandon.

“Fuck oh fuck!” you’re crying and twisting your fingers in the sheets below you. He won’t let you scooch up the bed very far to avoid his thrusts. He drops more of his weight on your lower half and it flattens your legs to the bed and puts another centimeter of thick cock inside you.

You’re loud and scratching against any part of him you can reach. His face lights up in humor and his beard twitches as he smiles down at you. He nuzzles your cheek with his nose uncaring about the wet tears trailing down your chin.

“That’s it sweet thing you got it. You can take it. Give me a kiss.”

Your unfocused eyes meet his and you try to meet his lips in a kiss but he pulls away leaving you confused. He chuckles and smooths a finger down the curve of your nose slowing his rutting into a slower pace.

“Not there sweet thing. Kiss my beard”

You scowl. It’s not nearly as menacing as you’d like given you were speared open by his thick cock but you give the energy you can.

He looks at you with mirth in his eyes and shifts to his knees. You’re about to protest believing he’d be so petty as to pull out because you won’t kiss his stupid beard but he instead maneuvers you into a mating press.

“Jesus- FUCK!”

He laughs. His hand finds his way to the base of your neck and lightly puts pressure on the sides of your throat. You know he can feel your heart beating frantically like a frightened bird but you’re too focused on the feel of being stretched with your knees to your chest.

His face crowds yours and he kisses your nose.

“C’mon doll just a little kiss. Promise it won’t bite. I’ll give you something nice after.”

Your cunt spasms around him and he chuckles. You hate yourself for the chaste kiss you embed on his cheek and the next one you place on his chin below his mouth.

He captures your lips in a heated kiss that makes you dizzy. He tightens the grasp he has on your throat and adjusts his weight.

“Don’t hold back your screams, I want to hear how I make this cunt feel.”

He plunges inside of you before you can retort. He makes you cum on his face twice more before the night is over.

[boop-le-snoot]

rickyl x reader blurb for @sinsandsweetness

cw: facesitting, human disaster rick grimes, teasing. 18+

without further ado,

Daryl's groan echoes throughout his room in the basement and bounces off the bare walls. The next noise is identical, but muffled. The fabric of her skirt rustles as he pushes it out of the way, tucking it sloppily into the waistband of her underwear- those, he doesn't bother removing. Just pushes the damp gusset to the side, fingers twitching from the hiss she releases as cool air meets the flushed lips of her cunt.

He doesn't waste precious seconds, just dives in. Nose smushed into the short tuft of her pubic hair, mouth enveloping both of her fat outer lips, nursing the essence off her like he would be sucking at the flesh of an overripe peach. Daryl hates those things - he's from Georgia, for fuck's sake, where everything is fucking peach flavoured - but she is just so sweet, so soft and sticky, he has problems with keeping his mouth off her most days. The meat of her ass plump under his rough palms.

He pushes at it, dragging her inner labia and clit along the seam of his mouth and she keens. The field of view is narrow - he can just about see the folded fabric of her top and the mounds of her heaving breasts, nipples poking through the cotton - but he can imagine. Her head thrown back, her bottom lip between her teeth. They've got the mostest privacy in the apocalypse in his basement but she is still so conscious of the noises she makes.

The noises he makes her make. Daryl flattens his tongue against her hard nub, flicking it with intent and precision. He wants, no, he needs to hear what she has been forced to hold back. His grip on her hips is bruising but it only eggs her on; experimentally, she rolls her hips over his mouth. Once, twice... he isn't sure who makes the low humming noise. Coulda be both of them, feeding off each other's desire.

“Baby, fuck, don't stop,” she pants through shallow breaths, the roll of her hips becoming a purposeful grind.

Daryl feels her skin protest to the drag of his coarse stubble. He'd gotten back from a long run just yesterday, had barely enough energy to rinse off the blood and grime and scarf down whatever stew that she had made with the Grimes' kids before he crashed down, hard. He is fully intent on making up for it, starting now.

Her hips stutter above him as more weight presses down on his chin; sticky cunt juice is pooling deep in his throat. He's drinking her straight from the source, swallowing her cunt with eager, too eager, gulps. If it sticks to the roof of his mouth, he'll suck it off his teeth just fine later. She grinds on him and he growls straight into her cunt, wraps his lips around her clit and sucks. Sweat gathers under his palms and in the spaces between her cunt and legs.

Her face must be flushed. Sweat dripping from her hair, clear droplets running down her face that he would stick out his tongue and lick, like a parched dog, whenever he gets to fuck her. The thought of her snug cunt enveloping his aching cock makes it pitifully twitch and release a dribble of precum into his boxers.

She's close. Daryl knows it because that's just who he is. Attentive, a hunter, a tracker. He tracks her upcoming release through the fluttering of the entrance to her cunt, through the pulsing blood rushing to her clit. The nub is hard in his mouth, he flicks it easily and with abandon. His neglected cock twitches in sympathy.

Suddenly, there is a creak. There are footsteps, wide, unhurried. Daryl knows those footsteps, is deeply familiar with them, and their sudden presence makes him pause. Somewhat stupidly - his nose is brushing her clit with every single inhale as quiet tremors run through her body. Made that much more obvious by how still he'd gotten under her.

“Listen, Dar-” Rick ends his speech as soon as it begins.

She shuffles in place, leaning on the back of the couch. From Rick's position near the entrance, she knows Rick can't see Daryl face-deep in her cunt. Rick can't see anything at all in the near-darkness, just her still-clothed chest and her stiff nipples.

“Where's Daryl?” Rick, while frowning, seems incredulous.

A silent chuff wafts over her cunt; Daryl's exasperation makes out in the form of a muted chuckle.

“Busy,” she replies without thinking, aware of the hoarseness of her own voice.

“Well I need 'em for a thing,” Rick shrugs and looks around again, as if Daryl would suddenly appear from one of the dark corners in the single, wide room. No luck for Rick, though: the object of his inquiry stays still and doesn't even try to hide his smile as he presses his wet mouth into the inside of her thigh.

She frowns. “Is it urgent?”

“Sorta,” Rick begins to eye her with suspicion. The cogs are turning in his head but the picture doesn't seem to be adding up. It is comical to see his eyebrows draw tight over his eyes. “So where is he?”

Before she has the chance to react, Daryl's strong hands make quick work of dragging her down his chest. He sits up, just enough to poke his head from behind the couch, his face shining wet even in the settling twilight. There is a wet spot lower now, too, on his stomach, where he so ungracefully dragged her sensitive cunt.

Rick's eyes bulge.

“Wha?” Daryl makes an attempt to wipe his mouth and unstick some of the unruly bangs from the mess but it just ends up making him look even more fucked. “Wha's so urgent dat ya had ta barge in here like dat?”

“Uh,” Rick replies eloquently, eyes stuck to the sheen on Daryl's face. Unconsciously, the sheriff licks his lips, and immediately looks away. “S'nothin', it can wait,” he finally says, yet makes no moves to leave.

She snorts. Quietly, under her breath, but the two men are just that good. Both are looking at her now, one embarrassed, one incredulous.

“Well then go or join in, I was just about to cum,” she rolls her eyes, letting the annoyance bubble up and pop on the surface. She was close, until someone so rudely interrupted her beeline for pleasure. She didn't push down and get on Daryl's face for nothin', after all.

It's Daryl's turn to snort. He does so as he's laying back down and adjusting his grip on her hips, ready to pull her back in. “Naw, Rick ain't like dat. He's ol-fashioned,” and it's just friendly banter, all bark and no bite in Daryl's voice, but Rick begins to walk before Daryl's even through with it. In his defense, Daryl seems only mildly perplexed.

Mostly, he's amused. And then his expression is obscured by her body as he drags her cunt back up to his face and begins slurping. Noisily. On fucking purpose.

“Oh,” she gasps, at nothing in particular. At the feel of Daryl's wet hot tongue gathering what's left of her arousal. At Rick's red lips tilting into a haughty smirk. At Rick's finger dragging along her lips.

His hands taste of motor oil, metal and gunpowder. She wraps her tongue around, applies gentle suction to the tip of his thumb. The flavour combination is known to her, by Daryl's own hand, but current configuration is vastly unfamiliar. She meets Rick's eyes and grinds down on Daryl's mouth, her weeping cunt doing exactly nada to silence his satisfied groan.