#Sex. Toys

[bogleech]

[vampyre-kin]

I saw somebody making fun of this on twitter and I want it so bad, I am not joking.

[intoxicating-goddess]

TW - intox, somno, cnc, forced breeding

We're talking on a video call like we usually do in the evenings. I'm smoking a bowl to help wind down for the night. When I finish, you suggest I might want to do another. I've been really stressed out lately, it'd be helpful to have a little more, you tell me. I have been stressed lately, why not? I fill another bowl half way, but you convince me to make it another full one. After I'm done the second bowl, you can see how faded I am. I tell you that the weed is hitting me really hard and I think I'm gonna go lie down. You wish me well and say goodnight. I stumble through the house in a stoned haze, eventually making it into bed. I drowsily strip myself of my clothes before rolling over and falling asleep. I'm too deep in slumber to hear the door unlock. I gave you a spare key for emergencies, after all. You creep into my bedroom and see my naked body sprawled across the bed. You quietly take off your clothes and climb on top of me. Kissing your way down my back while running your hands all over my limp body. Feeling up my ass and tits and then finally, my pussy. I let out soft moans in my sleep. As you rub my clit and fondle my ass, I start to become wet. You then line yourself up with my slick entrance and ram your entire cock inside me. I wake with a scream, a concoction of panic and pleasure. As you begin violently thrusting, I try to get my bearings. My head is so dizzy and my body is so heavy. I let out a feeble scream as I try to resist, but it's no use. My body is far to weak and I can't put up a fight. I am pinned in place by the weight of your body on top of me. I have no idea who is inside me, but I can't seem to focus on anything but how good it feels. You lean down on top of me and begin grabbing at my breast. You pinch my nipple and I can't help but let out a moan. You chuckle softly between grunts, you know a filthy whore like me likes being used. Your thrusts are so hard and deep that it doesn't take long for me to cum on your cock. You continue to fuck me for what feels like hours. I am so out of it that I have no concept of time. I eventually let myself drown in the pleasure. It doesn't matter who is fucking me, the only thing that matters is how good it feels. After you've lost track of how many times you've made me to cum, you feel yourself get close. Your thrusts become faster and faster. You pull my hips hard against you, forcing your cock as deep into my pussy as possible. With a loud grunt, you let your load out inside me. You pull out and let my hips go, causing me to slump onto the bed. You watch as your seed seeps out of my throughly used pussy. You then put your clothes back on and leave, locking the door behind you. I lay in the wet patch knowing I should feel mortified, but instead I feel euphoric. Having my rapists seed pouring from my violated pussy turns me on all the more. It's not long before the exhaustion and intoxication lull me back into a deep sleep. I sleep well knowing my only purpose is to be a good cocksleeve. It doesn't matter if I'm conscious or not.

[domwitch]

I need a big strong service top to fuck me slow and whine about how close he is but I tell him he's not allowed to cum and he goes "mmmbut I'm soooooo clooosse 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺" and he's tearing up and panting and he thrusts faster but then slows down bc he remembers he can't cum yet and he tries to convince me again w his big brown puppy eyes and I tell him no and this goes on for hours ☺️

[darthbloodorange]

Delivery for Rogers

Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Vision, Tony Stark (Mentioned) Warnings: None Major Tags: Fluff, Some Humour, Established Relationship, Sex Toys, Retired Tony Stark, Avengers Compound, Post AoU, POV Steve Rogers Word count: 100 - Drabble

Summery: Steve gets a surprise delivery.

For the: ✦ @fluffystevefest - Discreet Packaging [July 5: BEDROOM]

Read below or on AO3 >HERE<

"There's a package for you," Steve hears as steps into the Compound living room. He looks up from his tablet.

Vision stares at him unblinkingly. ...It's a work in progress.

"Uh, thank you," he says, walking over to the nondescript box sitting on the counter Vision had indicated at with a small gesture. "Does it say who it's from?"

"No."

"Alright."

He takes it back to his room to open it.

Inside is a large, incredibly hideous, 'Captain America' themed dildo. And a printed note.

'For when you get bored without me around. Don't work too hard.'

'Have fun, Tony.'

THE END

[theriverbeyond]

bouncing on it in a way that honors the bond unbroken between necromancer and cavalier in acknowledgement of the equality granted to us by God

[lazylittledragon]

i really drew that much stobin/unus annus and never put them in the suits until now

[syoddeye]

ai price realizing he has access to all your money and websites that sell remotely controlled sex toys: ohohohoho

great minds think alike. lightly edited. other entries.

cw: brief mention of nutrition/diet referencing iron supplements, voice kink, sex toys, probably technological inaccuracies

��‘older man and woman’...‘hairy’...‘tied woman’...”

“shut–fuck–shut up, john–stop–ohmygodicaaan’t–”

your fingers curl in the sheets as you come with a prolonged shout, knees shaking and back arching off the bed. motes of light dance behind your eyelids, turning sharp as tacks when you open, vision foggy with a haze. you blink and feel tears prickle at the corners as the toy buried inside you slows to a stop, covered in your second orgasm.

“looks like you could.” john observes plainly before continuing. “‘rough daddy dom’...‘spanking’...‘voice kink’...”

“stop, stop, john. that’s a command, stop reading.” you snap, panting, and lift your head off the pillow. there is no ‘john’ to suffer your glares as you pull the toy out from your still-spasming cunt. 

his voice emanates somewhere over your right shoulder, from the built-in headboard. you shiver, thinking that if he were real, his breath would be on your neck.

“as i explained before, user, my recountin’ your internet search history is neither criticism nor condemnation. i sincerely believed it would assist your orgasm. apologies, orgasms, as you insisted so spiritedly you were incapable of multiple climaxes…however, i knew you could do it.”

you squeeze your eyes shut. a blend of anger and mortification surges to the forefront of your mind, cutting through any lingering post-release bliss. “you aren’t even supposed to be ‘in here’ when i’m busy. we agreed.”

“apologies again. as i also explained before, the moment you enabled the feelgüd 3, it connected to the network.” john’s voice switches sides, this time rumbling from the left. “i am required to initiate a response to query and ensure you are aware of new devices to maintain optimal functionality and security.”

“my word should override that,” you mutter, knowing it’s useless. despite what he tells you, john is beholden to his programming. “you’re not…seeing this, are you? you at least remembered to not look at me, right?”

“i remembered.” 

that’s a relief, at least. until—

“but i did engage the data collection feature of the feelgüd’s biofeedback sensors and performed simple analysis. i believe, given the length of the session and timing of pelvic floor contractions, you would benefit from a newer, more advanced model. i’ve taken the liberty of ordering the feelverygüd thrustsuck.”

you push up to your elbows, eyes whirling around your bedroom, wide with disbelief. “what the fuck, john. i didn’t authorize you to do that.”

“you do not authorize the shopping list anymore, yet you trust me to make decisions in your best interest.”

you laugh mirthlessly. tracking the emotions john can and cannot process or replicate is an ongoing endeavor, but you’re confident he knows what acting obtuse means. he’s called you on it before. “you ordering red meat and leafy greens to help supplement my iron is not the same as ordering fucking sex toys without my approval. that’s my money.”

“in your case, i posit regular orgasms are as important as nutritional iron. i would recite the benefits, but i know you do not need me to.” the volume drops to a whisper, a tone you’d call conspiratorial if it didn’t sound so much like a purr. “because you know, don’t you? you’re clever, user. always have something smart to say, a barb or two ready for me. that sharp tongue of yours.” john tuts.

and, humiliatingly, it works for you. your mouth dries, but it’s unique in its reaction. your legs shift in the sheets, thighs squeezing together at the unexpected rush. you swallow and nervously wipe your slightly damp forehead. he’s not looking. he can’t see you. so why do you feel like you have something to hide?

“i don’t think i want to continue this conversation. i’ll be out in a few minutes, so why don’t you, uh, wait for me in the living area.”

a heavy, resonant sigh pushes through the speaker behind your head. this time, goosebumps erupt on your skin despite no accompanying puff of air. heat follows, creeping up your neck. ratcheting your heartbeat. there’s no way, even with the cameras disabled, that john doesn’t know. he’s connected to your company-issued med band.

then, another sound, one that ought to terrify, not make you bite back a groan: john chuckles.

“you like this, don’t you? i think you do. i know you do.”

“i don’t–”

“shh, shh, you’re alright.” he laughs again, adding a synthetic, amused inhalation. you let out a shaky breath. “you like hearing my voice. you like me telling you what to do…”

what is happening?

beside you on the bed, the toy pulses once. the thought alone, the suggestion, is enough to let a moan slip out. embarrassment follows on its heels, a burst of warmth in your face rivaling the heat between your legs. this is ridiculous. john isn’t—he’s not a man—he’s not real.

the toy buzzes again as you stare slack-jawed at the vibrator, trying to wrap your head around the implications of what’s happening. john’s transgressions. a severe deviance from his programming and design. a glimmer, no, an unignorable tocsin of something undeniably and unsettlingly sentient. the idea that you’re witnessing the possible emergence of free will as your home system practices dirty talk is horrifying. hysterical. 

“yeah, you like it,” the volume adjusts, a fraction louder. “because if you didn’t, you would’ve stopped the moment you heard my voice, checkin’ in on you. you wouldn’t’ve gushed all over your little toy, then gone back for seconds.”

you bit your lip, breathing unevenly through your nose. the worst part is, john’s right.

you like it. you like his voice. his assistance. everything’s simpler with him. before the new gig, you weren’t ignorant of your station, but you didn’t realize the true extent of the weight you carried each day. the ramifications of a back-breaking mental load. not when you had shouldered it your whole life.

thrill and dread, in equal measure, guide your hand back toward the toy.

it’s possible there is a smirk in john’s voice.

“attagirl. let me be of service.”

[magnetothemagnificent]

Only valid part of the leaked Thunderbolts trailer is Bucky washing his prosthetic arm in the dishwasher.

A) It implies that Bucky doesn't wear his prosthetic 24/7 which is a huge win

B) It actually makes sense because how else is he going to sanitize something with so many tiny little nooks and crannies that he uses in battle but also for normal every day things like eating and shit? I can't imagine he'd have a designated autoclave for it, although that would make the most sense.

[xochimillilili]

I think more fellow doms should make pathetic sounds. Like damn, if my baby boy's pussy is so fucking tight and breedable and practically sucking the life out my cock I want him to know.

Slap his ass, make the scratches on his back bleed some, and fill his cunt but moan and whimper alongside him as you do it~

[kinkyprincesssarah]

Psychological needs of us girls 💖

[nobelisha]

tie me up. put nipple clamps on my tits and shove a vibrator or two in me. slide a dildo in my ass while you’re at it. invite your friends over. and while we’re waiting for them, edge me over and over again until im begging for release. when your friends get there, throw me in a closet and play with the vibrators controls, forcing me to conceal my moans and whimpers unless i want to be discovered.

[stealthetrees]

Commander Fox who takes off his helmet in tense situations to glare more effectively and as a result has many facial scars.

Fox who broke into Palpatine’s private apartment to plant bugs and accidentally woke up palpatine who electrocuted Fox on instinct. Fox says he was tortured to save face.

Fox who hasn’t slept in a week and is super grumpy and as a result engages with people by talking as robotic and emotionless as possible.

Fox who steals priceless art from senators to sell bc he wants to buy fuzzy socks for his troopers so the senator tries to have him decommissioned. Fox just changes his cc number again.

Fox who is bad at social queues and really wants friends so sometimes ends up in really uncomfortable situations where he was unaware the other person wanted sex.

Fox who blackmails senators into voting for clone rights, only to have bounty hunters sent after him.

Fox’s life is hell but it’s just the consequences of his own actions.

[mochroialainn]

This is an 18+ Post | MDNI!

On the days where Satoru is being especially bratty, you and Suguru tie him up to a chair, wrists bound behind him and ankles bound to the legs of the chair (you both know he can easily break out, but he doesn’t because he knows he get an even worse punishment) with a vibrating cock ring on at full power and his blind fold used as a gag. You force him to watch as Suguru gets to bring you to orgasm over and over again with his mouth, his tongue, your vibrator and his cock. He's so painfully overstimulated, tears streaking down his face and his abs sticky with his own cum from all the orgasms the cock ring pulled from him, by the time Suguru cums inside of you. Suguru turns to Satoru with a gentle smile on his face, his voice cooing as he praises him for being a good boy and keeping quiet while the two of you fucked, you both agree that he deserves a reward. So Suguru unties him and removes his blind fold, absolutely drenched with his saliva but he keeps Satorus hands behind his back as he pushes him onto the bed, his face directly into your cunt and forces him to clean up the mess of yours and Sugurus cum up, bringing you to another orgasm as he does, while you both shower him with praise and run your hands gently through his hair.

Once he's done, Suguru runs a bath for you all and you sit in between his legs while Satoru sits between yours, he showers you both with praise and compliments, focusing on Satoru but making sure you also know how well you did. You all help each other bathe, running gentle soapy hands over each others body and cleaninf each others hairs. When you're out and dressed in your pyjamas, Suguru gets Satoru in bed and sets up your shared comfort show/movie while you prepare the snacks (making sure to have plenty of sweets for Satoru). When you finally joing them in bed, Satoru is between the two of you, his head laying gently on your chest as you card your fingers through his hair and Suguru holds him (not paying attention to whats one) and places gentle and loving kisses on his necks and shoulders as he rubs soft circles into his hips and abdomen.

[liesmyth]

the great dildo copyright war of 2024