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[oreo-creampie]

‘𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦-𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 & 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝)’

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pervert!reader, bdsm, service sub!reader, dom!toji, dom!sukuna, dom!suguru, dom!satoru, gang-bang, degradation/praise/mocking/taunting, daddy/princess, pain kink, mind break/dumbification, overstimulation, they all got big dick, vibrator, collar and leash, light bondage, blindfold, voyeurism, biting, spanking, some face spalling, drinking satoru's cum outta a pussy sleeve, double penetration, dacryphilia, some cervix fucking, light belly bulge, squirting

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: 𝟏𝟒 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝟑.𝟗𝐤

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: sukuna/toji/gojo/geto foursome??? w/ heavy degradation andddddddd dumbifiction and they’re like rlly mean to reader lolz. u can do anything else u want i trust u

fey: the way i've been fixated on writing this is ridiculous, gangbang requests are my fav / @omgeto / @lov3rbody hope you don't mind me tagging you girly thought you might enjoy this one

Waiting with your legs spread, rubbing a vibrator on your clit. Tonight you’re a nameless glory hole for a random guy to fuck and cum in. It's your guilty pleasure to be whored out and degraded.

If only it were by your handsome, muscular roommates. They could pass you around like one of their fat blunts.

Scarlet states on your sex room's ceiling speakers. "A group of four is coming. Ya gonna enjoy them, rowdy hotties. They might last a while." Moving to the edge of the bed, where you bend over, legs spread.

The door slides open and closes behind the silent group. You're anticipating lewd, crude comments, large hands on your hips, and a warm, hard cock in your needy cunt. Slipping the vibrator inside you, moaning.

"Aren't you gonna use me?" Spreading your cunt apart with your fingers. Letting them see the toy pulsing in your cunt. Rubbing your clit, whining. "Please, I'll be a good slut." Stuffing the toy inside, groaning when it touches your sweet spot.

You hear a familiar deep voice, “You'll be a good slut for daddy n' let me get my moneys worth outta your sloppy cunt.” Clenching the toy pulsing in your cunt. Heating up in embarrassment, quickly standing up and turning around.

Whimpering his name, "Tooojiiinn?" The sweet pleasure from the vibrator keeps you from sounding firm. Your thighs trembling, knees weakening, sitting down. They've caught you being a slut.

Toji slips off his shirt quickly. "You'll gonna be fucked too stupid think straight so we'll keep it simple for you. Dirty slut call us daddy." You're done for.

Spreading your legs open, slipping the vibrator out by the long string-like rubber piece. You cunt spams when you rub your clit. Curling your toes into the sofa carpet, Loudly moaning, "Whatever you want Daddy." Toji slips his sweats off.

His cock is thicker than you thought. With puffy veins, you want to trace with your tongue. He's going to break your cunt with a cock like that.

Suguru folds his shirt and pants, setting it on the door side counter. "Whatever we want, good little slut." Sukuna and Satoru throw their clothes together in a small pile. All of them are beautiful, with thick pecs, washboard abs, meaty arms, and muscular thighs

Sukuna snaps "Good slut my ass!" He playful glares, a predatory smirk on his kissable lips. "Fuckin' whore lied to us, said she was hanging out with some friends." You want to sit on his beautiful tattooed face.

Toji adds, "If ya us the truth we could have just tied ya up at home." He picks up a thin collar, with its leash attached.

Swirling the toy on your clit. "Didn't feel like advertising I'm submissive at a BDSM sex club occasionally. What if I got designated to a whore instead of a friend?" Joining in for Sukuna's horror movie nights. Random late-night drives with Satoru and Suguru. Toji's fat blunts and warm cuddles.

These were things you don't want to miss out on if they see you differently.

Satoru spits into his large palm, smearing it over his head. Lightly pumping his hand over his pale pink head. "Aw, don't worry you're always gonna be our lil princess. " He smears the thick pre-cum seeps from his slit with his thumb.

Toji wraps the collar around your neck. Tugging on the leash, forcing you off the edge of the bed and onto your knees. "So you told a little lie to your friends because you thought we'd shun ya for being a slut." He winds the chain around his big rough hand. Yanking you forward, you brace yourself on Toji's thick muscular thighs.

"Yes, I'm allowed to keep things private. 'Side now ya know, ya know my safe word, limits. Are you gonna keep bein' a meanie or are ya use me?" Sticking your tongue out. Toji slaps his heavy cock on your tongue.

He glides his cock into your mouth. "I've always wanted to bully ya more when ya call me a meanie." Gagging you, holding your head in place with a large hand. Pumping his cock in your mouth. You suck in your cheeks, keeping your tongue out, relaxing your neck.

Suguru encourages you, "Hold your hands out for Satoru and I." A large hand guides yours to their warm cock. Swirling your fists, gliding your hand along the length of their cocks.

Satoru croons, "Hmm your hand is so soft 'round my cock." Suguru's droops underneath his weight, too thick for your fingertips to touch. Satoru is a couple inches longer, slimmer but reasonably thick, with more puffy veins.

Your cunt clenches nothing, your slick dripping down your thighs. They are all so big, your cunt is going to be sore for days after this. Are you going to walk after this? They could take you home with them, and you could call it a night.

Anyone after Suguru, Satoru, Toji, and Sukuna would be a disappointment anyway.

Filling your lungs when Toji glides his cock out. He steps aside for Sukuna to stand next to him. "Wondered if your cock was tattooed." Wrapping your lips around Sukuna's light tan thick cockhead. Bobbing your head, groaning, taking him in deep long strokes. Gagging occasionally.

Sukuna wonders, "Is that the only thing you wondered about us?" Loudly slurping, sucking, swirling your tongue around his cock. Gliding him deeper, gagging yourself when your nose touches the short patch of Sukuna's dark hair. Sliding him out with a pop, his cock hangs, too heavy to stand up.

Kissing Sukuna's fat balls, sucking them into your mouth. Toji pulls you back, "Tell us what goes on in that perverted head of yours. Or you're not cumming." It's getting you off to have so many thick cock in your face. The slick sounds of their fist gliding along their cocks goes straight to your cunt.

Letting Satoru go, replacing Toji's hand. There is more space between your fingertips than with Suguru's cock. They're impossibly thick, able to split your cunt open and leave you gaping.

"You're cocks makin' my cunt soaking wet." Biting your lip, fighting the uncertainty. Kneeling, surrounded by four beautiful muscular men with big cocks and heavy balls they're intending to empty in your cunt. "But I dunno if I can handle all four of you. All of you are huge, but I wanna try." Turning your head, kiss Satoru's pale pink cock head.

Trailing kisses along the puffy vein, dragging your tongue up to his head. Licking up his salty sweet pre-cum. Sucking on his balls gently, swirling your tongue. Satoru croons, "Stupid little slut is trying to take on more than she can handle. "s hot makes me wanna break her."

Suguru groans, "Aww, we're too big for our little princess." Steadily pumps his cock, swiping your thumb over his head. Suguru has the prettiest cock and balls. Taking a moment to admire his thick thicks, heavy balls, and pre-cum dripping from his fat head.

You croon, "Some of the biggest, pretties cocks I've seen." Letting Suguru go, fondling Sukuna's balls. Switching to Suguru's cock, leaving Toji to stroke his own cock.

You feel the leash move as it switches hands. Sukuna, Suguru, and Satoru shift, closing in when Toji walks off. He suggests, "We should tie her up, blindfold her, and make her guess whose touchin' her." You hear a chair scrap as he moves it closer.

Struggling to take Suguru deeper, he pushes your head down with a large hand. Sukuna suggests, "The leash is long enough that it can bind her hands." Gliding your hand from massaging Sukuna's balls to stroking his thick cock. Swirling your fist, keeping a quick and steady pace.

Gliding Suguru out of your mouth with a pop. "Still new to this but I can handle two." Letting Sukuna go, twisting your hands behind your back for Satoru to bind with the chain. Satoru slaps your ass, slipping his fingers between your legs.

Satoru drags his fingertips along your wet slit, swirling around your needy hole. "You look so beautiful princess with that collar around your neck, tied up." Whining, trying your best not to rock your hips back when he pulls away.

Suguru orders, "Stand up." Quickly rising, "Good girl." Toji has a blindfold, Sukuna has lube and a buttplug. "Are you gonna be a good, little glory hole?" Suguru twists you around, bending you over the edge of the bed.

There's a pleasurable thrill you feel in your cunt from being manhandled. "Please use me. I want my meanie roommates to bully me, and fuck me stupid. Wanna be a dirty cock hungry whore." Suguru yanks on the chain, pulling your head back, blindfolding you.

Suguru lets you go. Another pair of large hands spread your cheeks. Too rough to be Suguru's. Digging in his nails and taking a large bite of your left cheek. "Toji, Nn Daddy!" He groans when you cry. "Know your hands anywhere." He bites your other cheek, gliding his fingers to your slit.

You're trapped between the bed and Toji. "You're always pulling me onto your lap and teasin' me by rubbing my thighs getting so close to my cunt." He curls his fingers into your soaking wet, tight cunt. "I want you to fuck me in front of everyone, make me your whore." Your cunt squelched when he pumps his fingers.

Toji croons, "Right a fuckin' way. Proud of ya." He spread his fingers apart, spitting into your cunt. Stuffing it in with a loud groan, "Fuck you're so damn wet, dripping down your soft thighs." He drags his nails, scratching your cheek down to your thighs. Squeezing, savoring how his fingers sink into your squish.

Squirming, the sweet firey pain of Toji's scratches adds to the sweet pleasure of getting finger fucked. Hearing Suguru, Satoru, and Sukuna groan as they touch themselves to the sight. Waiting for their turn to use your soft body. It turns you on m.

Toji groans, slapping your thigh and watching it jiggle. "Having your tiny, soft body to fold in two n' fuck mindless is makin' my night." Pumping both his fingers faster, stroking your sweet spot.

Toji croons, "The things I've been wanting to do to ya." It's only taking a few strokes from Toji's fingers and the pressure-building snaps. Intense sweet pleasure tingling in your cunt consumes your whole body. Moaning, clenching his thick fingers.

You plead, "Nnn cumming! Nng your fingers feel so good in my cunt. Mmm wanna make your cock feel good, wanna make you cum Daddy." Toji glides his finger out, roughly slapping both cheeks. Smearing your cum with each heavy spank.

Sukuna groans, "Fuck she's so hot cryin' from getting her cheeks beat. Hit her harder, make our dirty little whore sob." You jolt forward, the bed preventing you from getting far. Firey pain erupts from each harsh slap.

Crying, trembling, struggling to keep your feet planted flat. Toji glides his cock "Stupid slut is getting off on her it. She's clenching, begging for a cock." It's hot how vulnerable you are, tied up, blindfolded. Bent in front of a large, muscular man with his cock throbbing.

Your dripping wet cunt is his to use how he wishes. "Please use me, let me be your stupid little cock sleeve." He lines his cock up, lightly gliding just the tip in. Fighting the urge to rock your hips back.

He glides his fat head in. The soft ridge of his cock head tugs your tight cunt before slipping out. Sliding himself in, "Dirty fuckin slut letting anyone use your cunt. Gonna fuck ya so hard that your glory hole breaks. You won't be thinking of anyone else but me after this." He leans over you, rolling his hips forward.

He tugs on your leash. Pulling your head back, making the collar dig into your neck. Straining your pleads, "Fuck me, please! Please! Fuck me!" The bed dips, a rough hand grabs your chin and warm cock nudes your lips. Opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

Toji bites your shoulder, whining, your cunt clenching Toji's fat veiny cock. Suguru reminds, "Let the whore try to guess if she's not too stupid to." Which canceled out him.

"Satoru's hands are too damn soft." Toji picks up his pace, fucking his fat cock into you harder. "Nootthim!" Your words slur together with a moan. You're unable to keep your thoughts together.

He roughly slaps your face. "Say it you cock drunk slut." Your cheek stings, cunt clenching Toji's veiny cocky. "You're only purpose in life is to take fat cocks. That's all our greedy beautiful whore is meant for." Sukuna roughly fucks your mouth.

Choking you with his cock, gliding his cock out and slapping you across the other cheek. Toji hits your ass, digging in his nails and jiggling your soft fat. Sukuna pulls his cock out with a soft pop.

Collecting your breath, begging "Sukuna please! Daddy please. I'm only good for taking fat cocks and dumping cum in. I'm a dirty perverted slut who can't get enough of having her cunt played with!" Your cunt quivers around Toji's cock, squeezing him tighter than before. Your thick slick gushing down your thighs as you cum.

Trembling, unable to think straight. Giving in to nothing but the pleasurable feeling of getting fucked stupid by Toji's fat cock. Every puffy vein getting thicker, the twitching of his cock. He's so close to spilling in your soaking wet, tight cunt.

Sticking your tongue out, with a swift thrust, Sukuna buries himself in your hot, wet mouth. His large balls smack your chin.

Satoru moans, "Fuck couldn't help from cumming with our pretty dumb little slut begging like that." Sukuna rips your blindfold off. Groaning when he sees your tearful eyes. Tugging on the neck, choking you with the collar, fucking your mouth faster.

Suguru suggests, "I bet our cum dump is thirsty. Make her beg for it." You want to drink Satoru's cum. Not care if it tastes good or not. If it made their cocks hard you'll be their pretty cum thirsty slut.

Sukuna groans, "Fuckin' crybaby slut knows how to take it." Toji's thick hot cum spills trickling from his head. Then shooting out in thick, short bursts. Fucking it deep, smearing it with sloppy ragging thrusts.

He groans, "Pretty little cock sleeve can take all my cum in her tight sloppy cunt." Slowly gliding his cock out, stuffing the cum that trails after his cock. Keeping some of it from spilling out easily.

Toji slaps your ass one more time. "Pretty little slut! Hmm her fat cunt looks good dripping cum." Sukuna glides his cock out. Undoing your bound wrists, yanking your leash, dragging you onto the bed.

Flipping you over, and getting on top of you. Sukuna pins you in a mating press, dipping his head and biting your breasts. Flicking your nipple with his tongue. With your hands free you dig your nails into his back. Scratching alongside his tattoos.

Sukuna groans, rocking his hips, gliding his fat cock on your sloppy cunt. Sinking his teeth in deeper. You slide your hands into his pink hair, pulling to hear him moan.

Suguru and Satoru climb on the bed, hovering on either side of your head. In Satoru's hands in the pussy sleeve full of cum. "Please lemme drink your cum, I'm a thirsty whore." Licking your hand, cupping Suguru's balls, massaging them gently.

Sukuna lets your breast go, pinching your other nipple. Pulling on it, making you arch your back and cry. You can feel it in your clit. Sukuna lines up his veiny tattooed cock with your cum filled cunt.

His abs flex when he slams his cock in. Sukuna's using his strength and weight to restrain you in a tight mating press. Pinning both legs by your side, keeping you from running away or even wiggling. Making you take the full harsh force of Sukuna's thrust.

Opening your mouth, Satoru touches the rim of the pussy sleeve to your bottom lip. His liquid cum trickling onto your tongue. It's sweet, with a slight thickness. "Good fuckin' slut drink my fuckin cum make my cock hard again." Wrapping your fingers around Suguru's head, swiping your thumb over it.

Swallowing the mouthful of Satoru's cum. Sukuna's fucking your cunt too roughly. Your stomach bulges with his cock head hitting your cervix. "I can see how deep I'm going in my thirsty cock whore sloppy cunt." Toji left you feeling sore. Bringing an overwhelming sensitivity.

Your sloppy cunt can't take anymore. "Too much! Can't your cock 's too big, going too deep innnn mmy" Sukuna picks up his speed. Unable to focus on stroking Suguru's cock crying, "Cunt so sore from Toji's fat cock. Too much!" Pushing Sukuna's abs, failing to get away.

Sukuna grabs the vibrator you left on the bed. Clicking it on, holding it to your puffy clit. Snapping at you, "No safe word means I don't fuckin' care. Shut the fuck up and choke on his cock." Crying, warm tears trickling down your face.

Suguru lightly slaps your lips with his heavy head, smearing his pre-cum. "Took two cocks to break her, pathetic." Suguru straddles your neck, Sukuna holds the toys still on your clit. Adding too much pressure, the uncomfortable pain conflicts with the sweet pleasure of his cock stroking your sweet spot.

You're unable to decide if it hurts or feels good when his cock hits your cervix. Giving into every sweet pleasurably painful sensation, not bothering to think. Wanting them to use your body for their pleasure.

You're their cock hungry, dumb little slut. You don't need to think, you just need to take their cocks. Satoru croons, "It's too much, too deep!" Suguru gags you with his cock, his balls hitting your chin.

Clenching Sukuna's cock, you're so close to an intense peak. "Fuck!" You can feel Sukuna's thick cum spurting from his fat head. He glides his large hands down your thighs, squeezing your hips.

Wrapping your legs around his slim waist, pulling him closer. Getting off on Sukuna fucking his cum in your sloppy cunt with Toji's. "Nnn how can her sweet cunt get tighter?" He swirls the vibrator on your clit.

Suguru slips his cock out, letting you breathe. Sukuna twists your nipple, crying from the sharp pain. Suguru shoves his cock into your mouth. Covering half your face with his balls. Groaning, he's gotten hard again quickly.

Grabbing Suguru's cock, swirling your fist, pumping your fist along his thick veiny cock. “Hmm as good as your hand feels I need to be inside ya princess.” Letting Sukuna go, he glides his softening cock out. Handing the vibrator to Suguru.

Suguru pulls away. “Toru let me get her on my chest, we can share her messy cunt.” Satoru whines, giving a couple more quick pumps. Fondling your sore breasts, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.

He croons, “Dunno if our princess can handle that. She was strugglin’ to take Sukuna.” Choking you with his cock, grabbing muscular his thighs, digging your nails in. “Won’t it be too much for our glory hole? We’ll have to carry her to the care after this.” Gliding himself out, dragging his balls across your face.

Sticking your tongue out, happily groaning. “Course a whore like you would get off to that.” Suguru slaps your cunt. Whining from the sweet pain, clenching nothing. Wanting another thick cock stretching your aching cunt despite you previous claims.

Satoru pulls away, Suguru grabs your leash yanking you up. Your collar pressing into your sore neck. Scrambling onto your knees, he pulls your back to his. You whine, “Imma dirty slut who loves her daddies cocks and balls.” He roughly slaps your clit then holds the toy to it.

Whining from the stinging pain and overwhelming pleasure. Jerking your hips back, involuntarily running away from the intensity. “Aww is it too much for your sore cunt? Poor little whore.” His mocking shouldn’t sound so sweet.

Satoru gets off the bed, the toys capturing his interest. Shifting through the dildos, you don’t know which one he picks. Suguru lines his cock up, slamming himself deep with one harsh thrust. Closing your eyes, bracing yourself for whatever pace he sets.

Suguru gets you on your back, laying on his chest. Your legs hooked over his forearms and his hands clasped behind his back. Pushing your head down, you can see Toji jerking off with a pussy sleeve.

Gliding it along his cock, staring your sloppy cunt split open by Suguru’s fat cock. “Don’t worry princess I’m going again after they’re done with ya.” You can’t respond when Suguru rocks his hips. Gliding his mind numbingly fat cock in your sloppy cunt. Sukuna’s and Toji’s cum trickling onto his balls with your slick.

Satoru climbs onto the bed with a thin, pulsing dildo. Spitting on its head, gliding his hand along it. “You can take it, let us fuck your beautiful cunt till our cocks won’t get hard again.” He glides the toy in alongside Suguru’s fat cock.

“Fuck! Fuck! Nnng it’s makin’ her cunt into a vibrating pussy sleeve!” Slowly fucking your aching, sensitive cunt. You can’t manage a single thought, don’t care to even try.

You can’t process what their saying. It’s as if something in you snaps. It doesn’t matter when you feel this good. “Nnn! Ahhh nnn!” Mindlessly moaning, Suguru’s fat cock is pressing the pulsing dildo to your sweet spot.

Curling your toes, trembling, pleading, “Please! Please!” Splaying your fingers on Satoru’s thick pecs when he leaned over you. Lining cock up, Suguru pauses for Satoru to glide his cock in.

You’re quivering from the intense burning pleasurable pain of your cunt stretching to take another cock. With a thin pulsing toy stuffed, “What is our slut begging for? Your stuffed full of all you need, cock and cum.” Whining, clawing Satoru’s chest when their heads hit your bruised cervix.

Tightly grabbing Suguru’s thick bicep, moaning when he flexes. Their cocks aren’t the only big their about them. Thick pecs, washboard arms and meaty arms, your trapped between. Taking their throbbing cocks. Your cunt seeming to vibrate around them with the toy stuffed in you.

Suguru groans, “She’s too cock drunk to do more than beg. Fuck that’s gonna make me bust. We fucked our dirty little slut dumb.” Timing their merciless thrusts, rubbing each other’s cock inside your pulsing, clenching cunt.

One head hitting your cervix after the other. Your getting off on the pleasurable painful feeling more with each stroke. “She’s so beautiful crying with not a thought behind her pretty eyes.” He grabs your leash, tugging on it despite Suguru holding your head. Forcing you to watch them double stuff your dripping cunt.

Suguru’s deep groans and Satoru’s breathy moans sound so sweet. He croons, “Does having your messy cum filled cunt ruined feel good?” Satoru presses the other vibrator to your clit, and your hips are bucking. Twisting away from their harsh, quick thrusts.

Thick warm cum squirts into Satoru’s abs and trickles onto Suguru’s balls. Loudly moaning, unable to form words. Your cunt spasming, toes curling, eyes rolling back. Satoru swirls the toy on your clit, fucking you harder.

Messing up his well-timed pace with Suguru, who ruts into you faster. “She’s shaking, sweet little whore. Let’s see how many times she can cum before her cunt breaks.” The force of their thrusts makes your stomach momentarily bulge. Showing how deep they are reaching.

Satoru glides his hand along your body, pushing on your stomach. Whining the pressure making you feel their thick, throbbing veiny cocks hitting your cervix better.

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

Nonsense

Written for the prompt "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter.

Draco took another sip of his drink, letting it fizzle in his mouth and burn on its way down his throat. He steadfastly ignored the way his heart thud, thudded in his chest whenever Potter glanced up at him, the corner of his mouth ticking up as gave him a hot once-over.

The flush crept all the way up his neck and spread over his cheeks, his whole body felt too warm, tummy swooping and tingling, like he was a bloody teenager. He took another drink, trying to stay relaxed.

Pansy was talking, something about her latest flame, but he could barely keep up, hoping that his occasional nods and hums were sufficient.

And she didn't seem to notice until Potter stood up and walked past them, nodding at Draco and grinning at him, tilting his head down like he was a little shy and Draco's heart jumped into his throat as he attempted to smile back.

"Parkinson," he greeted, "Draco," he added, voice soft and warm like he'd cast a spell that tied Draco's intestines around each other.

"Hey," he breathed, shook his head. "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Potter."

Potter's grin widened and it looked for a moment like he would say something more, but then he just nodded and kept on his way to the loo.

"Well," Pansy said with a sigh, sounding unbearably bored, "go on then."

"Pardon me?"

"Go on," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "I know you've been watching him all night. It seems like he finally made his move and it's time for you to make yours."

He sniffed and took another sip of his drink, "I've no idea what you're talking about."

"Right. You've no idea what I'm talking about because you've been too busy staring at Potter to listen to the words coming out of my mouth for the past hour."

And he wanted to protest, he really did, but they both knew that he had no leg to stand on. "Fine," he said, knocking back the last of his drink. "I will."

"Finally," she muttered but he didn't even dignify that with a response. He marched to the loo and opened the door, "Listen, Potter," he started, louder than he might have if he'd realized that Potter was standing at the sink, washing his hands and not in one of the stalls. "Oh."

Potter looked up at him, eyes fucking twinkling behind his glasses and Draco wanted to punch something, wanted to throw up, or bang his head against the wall, or... something. Watching Potter remain so bloody attractive while Draco fell apart was entirely infuriating. "I'm listening," Potter said, grinning even more broadly.

And Draco did the only thing that he could think to do with his tongue so tied, he lunged forward and grabbed Potter by the collar of his shirt and dragged him in to kiss him.

The water on Potter's hands soaked through Draco's shirt, but it was the furthest thing from his mind as Potter's mouth opened against his and he spun them, pressing Draco back against the sink.

His hands gripped Potter's shirt harder, pulling him in as he sank deeper into the kiss.

The other man smiled, his lips turning up at the corners and making the kiss a little awkward, but in a sweet way that Draco couldn't help but enjoy. "What?" he asked, still attempting to kiss Potter but wanting to understand that infernal grin.

"I like you," Potter said with a little shrug before he kissed Draco a little more. "I enjoy you."

"You drive me mental," Draco replied, in spite of the way that his stomach did back flips at the other man's words.

"Yeah?" he asked, still grinning.

"Yes," he grunted, all petulance and delight mixed up together. "You get my words all twisted together, you turn me into this daft idiot who can't get his head on straight."

Potter snorted, "Very convenient, seeing as I do my best not to fall for straight men."

He rolled his eyes and shoved Potter's shoulder before drawing him in closer and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Be mine?" Potter asked. "Not just sleeping in my bed or hooking up in loos," he clarified, "actually, properly mine?"

"Is that what you actually want?" Draco asked, thinking that outcome was certainly too good to be true. "With me?"

Potter chuckled and bumped Draco's cheek with his nose, "I don't see anyone else standing in this loo with me."

He blinked, pushed back the insecurity that he felt rising in his chest, nodded once and decided to let himself have what he wanted. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'd like that."

"Alright, then."

Harry nodded. "Alright."

[dark-and-kawaii]

18+

╰› Imagine the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as Haarlep squeezes your fragile neck- your body covered in sweat, tears, and bruises as they thrust into you threatening to fill you till you're nice and plump with their offspring, “Embrace your new role, for you are nothing more than a breeding toy for me, dove.” You babble off a slurred response, too drunk on their words and cock.

╰› Imagine being on your knees, your face flushed as Raphael tugs at that pretty collar he put around you neck, “Always so eager to please me, to be guided by my will...” His signature smirk playing at his lips as he sits in his chair with his legs crossed, “Bark for me, pup and you might just be reworded with a treat.” Once you do as he commands he allows you to bounce on his cock, his head leaned back drinking in the pleasures your tamed pussy has to offer.

╰› Imagine creaming around Zevlor’s cock as he rubs your abused clit. You toss your head back begging him to slow down, “S'too much Zevy~!” You attempt to push your knees together but the older tiefling spreads them back apart with a soft chuckle, “I'm only doing what you asked of me, darling. If you wish for me to stop I shall-“ Zevlor's eyes widen as you squirt for the first time all over his thighs and cock. You blush profusely in embarrassment and shame as he looks at the mess you created, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

╰› Imagine getting railed by Gortash in an alley when someone is just a few feet away. He covers your mouth and threatens you with a the sharp tips of his gloved hand to your throat, “It would do you well to keep that slutty cunt of yours quiet or I'll be forced to make you bleed.” Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he pushes you flush against the wall. His body keeping you in place as he continues to fuck into you until you're squirting around his cock making a nice little puddle on the ground below.

╰› Imagine being bound, your arms tied above your head while Rolan watches you twitch with your tongue hanging loosely out the side of your mouth. His mage hand overworking your sensitive pussy, watching as the hand forces his cum deeper inside you, and if any escapes he commands the mage hang to scoop it up and shove it back within you, “Look at you, fucked stupid by a hand that isn't even my own.”

[nyctophiliq]

I need some more Jill Valentine smut in my life.

jill valentine playing with you and her knife !

since i’m barely able to push out some real length smut, here’s a little smutty knife play drabble with jill to sedate those demons inside- hope this is up to your standards nonnie !!!

cw; knife play, knife, mentions of blood, scarring, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering, office sex, sex on a desk, the knife is just a letter opener

stuck at the office, never the best way to spend a friday night but you still weren’t about to ditch work while your girlfriend was tied up in her office, probably forgetting how time has passed since your lunch together. so you scramble to put your things together and head down to jill’s office, planning your speech to get her to resume her work next week.

you open in, listening to the papers rustle on her desk as she flips through the files she’s working on. throwing your bag next to the chair in front of her desk, then taking a seat in said chair you start rambling about how you’re glad to be out of the office finally, going home, and thinking about picking some food up on your way home.

“don’t be foolish, come sit here.” jill pushed the files in front of her on the side, tapping the little space she made on her desk for you to sit down. you compiled, stepping behind your lover’s desk and settling down in front of her.

“you’ve been working all day and night, you should come home and rest.” you couldn’t look into her eyes as you told her your simple request of just wanting the two of you alone, afraid to see her eyes slowly narrow as she was about to tell you that she immense work to get done still. you missed her warmth next to you in bed and waking up to her sipping her morning tea at the end of the bed while zoning out.

the only answer you got was a calm chuckle and something cold pressing on the side of your thigh. you suspected it was her pen that she was scribbling away previously, but you quickly realized that the tip of this object was way too thin to be her pen.

jill smirked at your facial expression, getting up from her seat with her free hand and pushing your legs apart so she could stand between them. she pressed her front against yours, the object in her hand climbing up on the thin sleeve of your shirt over your arm.

the letter opener knife appeared in front of you, jill pressing it against her lips as she let out a devilish laugh. “you came here only to seduce me out of work behind those sweet words, hm? disturbing my work just for that, are you?”

your brain was drained from the ability to make sense, her voice, her eyes, the way that her lips moved against the knife all twisting your thoughts. “i- i don’t…” the tip of the blade touching your chin, pushing and forcing you to look at the officer and her darkened eyes.

she grinned, running the cold blade along your fabric-covered throat until it reached the fabric on your chest. “fascinating.” jill put the blade under the buttons of your uniform shirt, cutting them off one by one and pulling the layers apart.

jill placed the side of the metal piece on top of your breast, after pushing your long-sleeved shirt up your chest, sliding it carefully back and forth before dragging the tip to space in between your tits. the letter opener’s tip slowly dug into your skin, the blade quickly following it and drawing the tiniest amount of blood.

it was embarrassing how much it worked you up, only the sight of jill with the knife and her using it on you was just making you wet by the second. and she seemed to sense you were just as excited as she was when she popped the button off your pants, hooking the tip of the knife into the zipper and forcing it down.

“don’t make any sound, m’okay?” 

you flinched at the gentle brush of her fingertips against your clit. “you’re making such a mess. how about we clean you up hm?” she cooed into your ear, the cold blade gliding on your skin upwards with a quick motion, the tip pushing the collar of your shirt from your throat and the edge sitting against the thin flesh of your throat.

your legs and sex twitched as she pushed two of her fingers inside you, the knife at your throat piercing your skin and another thin, long cut decorating your body. the pain coming from the shallow cut stung badly, but it only added to your pleasure.

in a matter of a few minutes, with her lips moving against yours, hungrily kissing you as her fingers torturously slowly move inside you. it’s making you crazy in so many ways, especially when her fingers slip out of you completely and end up hooking into the hem of your pants, struggling to pull them down while keeping the knife against your throat. so she discards the knife, but only for a few moments to rid you of your uniform’s bottoms and get on her knees, her head between your thighs.

“stay very still, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt sweetheart.” she murmurs against the top of your thighs before picking the knife back up and firmly pressing it against your thigh. you nod your head, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as jill’s tongue dives between your sticky lips and laps up all your excitement.

[frogspond200]

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚟 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆

Requested by: Two Anonymous Whores

Ask: Hi!! Could I request hes of simon × a very clingy whiny bratty submissive reader? NSFW ofc pls/Can you do young Simon x reader having their first time together and it be so tender?

Waring: NSFW

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"But Simooooon!" you whined, grabbing onto his waist as you sat on the couch. Simon was on the verge of a massive headache. “I told you before, Imp. You can't come on my adventures” he uttered, placing a hand on your head “It's too dangerous for some princess like you” he gestured his hands in the air

“But you let that girl go,” you mumbled, tightening your grip around his waist. He sighed, pulling away from your grasp. “I told you, I'm not interested in her. You have to be patient.” He ruffled your hair.

“Mm-” you sulked “That's not very believable” You sunk into the couch. You heard a loud sigh out of Simon and he turned around, walking at a fast pace back to the couch, desperately taking off his jacket “Fine then, how about a goodbye kiss for reassurance? What do you say, Brat?”

“Uh- m-maybe not” you whimpered, he yanked you by the collar of your shirt, kissing you on the lips aggressively. You felt your heart racing and your body flush with warmth as his lips pressed against yours. He pulled away, leaving your lips tingling.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, You felt a rush of pleasure as he pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare skin. He traced circles on your skin with his lips, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You felt your body tremble as his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. You felt your heart race as he made his way to your lips, capturing them in an embrace and pulling you closer.

You hang on to his hair as his lips trail down your stomach. His lips made their way to the inside of your hips, making you arch your back and moan in pleasure. “W-What are you doing…” you asked, breathless

“I have no fucking idea…” He huffed. You pull him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. His forehead meets mine, and he breathes down on me, growling ”But I don't wanna help it.”

He takes a deep breath. "I just want to be close to you," he whispers. The atmosphere is heated, he scoops you up and carries you to the bedroom, walking backward till your back is slammed into the wall. His lips are on yours, his breath hot against your cheeks. His fingers trace circles on your skin as your bodies move together. You feel your heart racing and your body trembling with anticipation.

You moan and reach for his belt. His hands grip your wrists. “I want it to be slow…I want to take my time with you.” Simon whispered his lips against your ear.

His lips moved down your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. You felt a chill run down your spine as he slowly undid your belt. His lips found the spot between your shoulder and neck, and he let his lips linger there.

“Put your arms above your head” He demands, you obey without a second thought. He takes your hands and ties them behind your back with his belt. He presses himself against you, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

Simon pushed you onto the bed, your body trembling with fear. He roughly spread your legs apart and kneeled between them. His lips trace a path down your neck and you feel his breath on your ear. He whispers in your ear, "…I love you, And I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you…ok?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as he spoke. You close your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest as you whisper back, "I love you too." he smiled

You cling on to him as he slowly guides you, His hands gentle on your skin, his scent surrounding you. You feel warmth and love radiating off of him. You feel like your heart could burst out of your chest with happiness.

“Good…Good- you're doing great”, he huffs out, your fingers entangled in his hair. He pulls you in closer, his lips pressing against yours, and it feels like the world has stopped spinning. His embrace is like a safe haven, a refuge from the outside world. You close your eyes and get lost in the moment.

Slowly thrusting, holding me against him tenderly. His hands trace your curves, and your heart races with anticipation. You both moan in pleasure, and you finally let go. You collapse in his arms, exhausted and sweaty

His arms wrapped around you, he whispers in your ear, and the two of you drift off into a peaceful sleep. I guess he wasn't going on that trip after all. He stayed home with you instead, and you couldn't be happier. In the morning, you wake up in his arms, feeling safe and secure. You both smile at each other, knowing that he made the right choice.

[writefinch]

Cheerleader Ransom, Pt.4 (CN: noncon, bondage, anal, enemas, rimming)

'Look at that, ain't it peachy?'

The camera went in and out of focus, whip-marred buttocks pried apart by hairy sausage-link fingers, skin so pale it cast a halo of glare where her flesh ended and the rough digits began. Her asshole was in the center of the shot, pink and puckered and slick with lube; beneath it her pussy had been crudely sealed over with duct tape. As the shot zoomed out, the marks and bruises of the previous days' trials appeared on her skin; any hope that this might be anyone other than Robert's own daughter on the screen disappeared.

The cameraman panned up and the leader of the kidnappers stepped into frame. 'Well, Robert, I was gonna say that if you'd paid up yesterday you'd have saved at least one of your little girl's virgin holes, but honestly, with the way it's been winking up at us I don't think we'd have been able to restrain ourselves either way.'

A breathy, pained noise came from below. Hannah was lying on her belly, both arms tied behind her back, strapped together at the wrists and at the elbow., Her right leg was bent backwards so far that her heel was over the small of her back, held in place by a length of rope that had been tied around her ankle at one end and to the back of her leather collar at the other. The rope forced her to arch her back severely to keep her collar from choking her, an asymmetry which looked distinctly uncomfortable.

'Don't worry about us getting our dicks dirty in her ass, we hung her up by her ankles this morning and gave her a couple of half-gallon enemas. She whined about the cramping but by the end she was clean enough to drink out of. In fact, after a little talk with Sparky, she even volunteered to prove it! She threw it straight back up afterwards but I gotta tell you it was pretty hot, don't worry we've got it all on video, we'll send you a special features cut in a couple of days.'

He knelt down next to Hannah, his cock glistening with grease and looking harder than flesh had any right to look. Robert would have thought it too big to possibly fit inside his daughter had he not seen ample proof otherwise over the past several days. She squirmed as the man straddled her leg, and froze when the head pressed against her hole. The kidnapper sucked air through his teeth. 'It always hurts them more when they tense up and try to fight it,' he said, 'but it makes them so much tighter!'

He dropped his weight, her ring yielded to the pressure and the head slipped inside. She howled and she thrashed and the thrashing pulled her collar tight enough to choke her and by the time she knew which way was up the man had wedged half of his eight-inch cock up her asshole. The previous rapes had a frenetic velocity to them, the men had barely wetted their dicks in her cunt and mouth before humping away at top speed, but her tightness and the awkwardness of the position meant that this violation was horribly slow in comparison. There would not be the easy relief of a sudden climax this time, it would be hundreds of jerky, halting thrusts before the man reached the drilling pace that would get him off. The other men seemed to have a sense of this; it wasn't until the chief kidnapper had worked up a good pace and a good sweat that one of the others stuffed his half-erect cock between Hannah's trembling lips.

The mic picked up at once too much sound and too little of it, the gluck-gluck-gluck of facefucking syncopated with the rhythmic slapping of hips against her butt flattening out every other muttered taunt from the kidnapper. '--fucking whore--doesn't--a shit about you--ruin you--if you don't--really fucking hurt you--'

The man raised his voice and hand and the cameraman walked round to capture the rape from behind and up-close so that the crack of her ass took up the middle third of the frame. The mic picked up the gutteral noise of a man spitting on a woman's face as the pace of the fucking went frenetic, a second later the kidnapper pulled his cock out in a fluid movement, her asshole gaping open raw and pink and wide as a silver dollar, quivering and twitching for a second before the cock shot out a rope of sperm directly into the hole, and another and another until he squeezed out the last drops onto her almost-closed anus. He had barely stepped aside when the next man stepped into place and sunk his cock into the girl, and as the camera panned up it revealed another three men in front of her cramming their cocks into her mouth in turn. The men up front grabbed the rope between her ankle and collar and pulled it forward, forcing her head forward onto their dicks to relieve the torturous strain on her leg and hips. They did not pace themselves, one man climaxing in her mouth only to be replaced by another moments later, and the man raping her asshole pulled out to cum over her face as she hacked up sperm onto the mattress below.

She passed out after being sodomized another two times, the men up front begrudingly giving her a break as they held ammonia salts under her nostrils. Her spastic jerks helped the men using her ass get off faster, but they kept having to slap her cheeks to make her open her mouth long enough to orally rape her. The facefucks became more cautious as she passed out a second and a third time, unable to take in enough oxygen between the strangling from the collar and the choking from the cocks, and once ten men had fucked her asshole the strain of the collar alone was too much for her to bear even without a dick in her mouth. The kidnappers relented, removing the rope between her ankle and neck and rolling her onto her back.

Before Hannah could take more than a handful of shaky breaths, the female kidnapper, Sparky, stood over her. She brandished a cattle prod, hiked down her cargo pants at the back just far enough to expose her buttocks, and sat on the girl's face. Hannah whined as a sweaty asshole pressed itself against her lips. Hannah howled as the cattle prod flash-fried her nipple. The woman bore her weight down, Hannah hyperventilated. Sparky held up the prod and let it crackle in the air; Hannah stuck her tongue out and licked. More men raped her through her crash-course in rimming as Sparky instructed her through clipped words and high voltage the finer points of licking, smooching, sucking and tongue-fucking her hole, and every time a man finished Sparky would dismount so that Hannah could show her gratitude by lapping the sweat from each man's ass in turn.

Half the men had fucked her already and wanted sucking hard before raping her again, so she was dragged upright into a better position to blow each of them, forced on top of a man to ride him cowgirl-style while the men used her blonde hair as a crude facefuck-handle. They played thumping, bassy music and told her to fuck to the beat, two men standing behind her to whip her back with leather belts when she failed to slam her ass down on the man's hips to the rhythm. Hannah's whole back was a mess of pink stripes going on red before she collapsed, legs jelly, too weak to beg.

The camera zoomed in on Hannah's face, pressed into the groin of one of the men, his balls on her chin and her forehead molded into his beer gut. After a few deep, grinding thrusts the man pulled his dick out of her throat, covered in a thick layer of bubbly white slobber and throat-slop that formed a drooping bridge between his glans and her lips. His cock twitched, nailing the her on the nose with a jet of cum as she whimpered and snuffled.

'Nice shot,' the head kidnapper said. 'Alright boys, enough with this softcore Skinemax shit. Robert, it's time to make a woman out of your little girl.'

The camera was placed on the floor, facing up at the metal struts of the warehouse ceiling. From off-screen there was laughter and a yelp of pain. A moment later, Hannah was carried into frame by a particularly muscular and well-endowed kidnapper. He had her folded in half in a modified Full-Nelson hold, his elbows hooked under her knees and his fingers interlaced behind her neck, holding her up with her back to his belly. Sparky's gloved hands came into the shot, coating the man's prodigious tool with lube before stuffing the head into Hannah's asshole.

Before Hannah could do anything more than flail her ankles and gurgle in discomfort a second, equally-massive man approached from the front. He took his cock and pressed it against her hole, forcing it in alongside the other man's member. Her attempt to scream sounded more like a whooping cough, all the necessary air forced out by the mass of the two brutish men either side of her. From below, all that could be seen were her twitching legs and the two shafts going deeper inside her. Her struggles intensified, the tendons in her hamstrings flexing briefly as she tried hopelessly to free herself, and then she went limp. The men sawed in and out, one thrusting deep as the other pulled back in turn. Her protests had been reduced to soft little grunts, barely audible over the rhythmic slapping of flesh.

There was some muttering back and forth, followed by the quiet of intense concentration. Both men pulled out to the halfway mark before thrusting in simultaneously, squeezing Hannah between them as they pulled her as far down onto their cocks as she could go. She made a noise like a death rattle. They held her in place for a few seconds before both pulling out completely, Sparky's hand shot out holding a plastic ruler, measuring Hannah's gaping asshole from rim to rim.

'One-and-a-half, nearly two inches. Damn it Robert, I thought cheerleaders were supposed to be flexible? Did you bribe the coach to get her on the team? Is that where our money went?' Their leader sighed. 'I guess we're cleaning up your messes again. Come on boys, let's show this bitch some deep stretches.'

They dropped Hannah onto the mattress. Two different men began double-raping her, face-to-face with the man underneath her while the other rutted into her like a dog. After a few minutes of pounding they swapped out for another pair, but not before measuring her gape. Twenty-five men raped her this way, with one particularly wiry trio negotiating all three of their dicks into her hole at once. The biggest duo stretched her gape to three-and-a-quarter inches; they were awarded with back-slaps and tallboys. They dragged her to her knees and held up her arm like a winner on the podium, and poured the dregs of beer over her head.

As they forced her to suck their cocks clean, the leader stepped in front of the camera and blocked the view. He put his hands in his pockets and shrugged. 'That's all three holes, Robert,' he said, over the sounds of gagging. 'You're as good at protecting your daughter's virtues as you are at protecting our investments. Look pal, I'll do my best but you're really on a time crunch now, okay? I'll have to think of some inventive ways to keep her entertaining my boys or they'll get bored, and if they get bored…' He paused just long enough for the microphone to pick up the sound of Hannah vomiting cum through her nose, and shook his head. 'Get us our money, Robert. Girls don't last long when they're boring.'

He stepped out of frame. The camera caught the image of Sparky, her fist wrist-deep in Hannah's asshole, and cut to black.

[gummy-axolotl]

*hides selfship art* HUH WHAT NO WHAT GAVE YOU THAT IDEA

Imagine if Cube saw my writing thingy, she would tease you more/silly

OH HELL NO DONT JINX IT

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 20

word count: 1066

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

April 22, 1989

Dear Will,

Prom is tonight. And I’m not going. It’s fine. I’m fine. I made up my mind a whole month ago and have been able to withstand the borderline harassment of our friends telling me that I’m gonna regret this decision for the rest of my life and would be better off just going without a date because it doesn’t matter if I have a date or not and it’s the experience that counts and Lucas said you’re going to be there so I should go too and fuck I regret this so much.

What time is it…? Why I’m writing down the question instead of just checking my fucking watch, I don’t know. It’s 5:30pm, prom starts at 6, and you probably haven’t left your house yet. And why I’m writing about my suit being presentable enough instead of just going to my closet to check is so fucking counterproductive and

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It was like a movie, the way I bolted out of the house in my dress slacks and suit jacket with half-tied converse, the laces billowing behind me in the wind as I biked through the neighborhood as fast as I could to your house. I should’ve just taken my car, but of course I had to bring all of my own rom-com fantasies to life. You know, like the Big Chase scene where the guy runs through the airport, praying that it isn’t too late to confess his love to the girl that nearly got away. But alas, I am no athlete, so this unfortunately came with the consequence of looking like a sweaty rat by the time I reached your driveway. Thankfully, you and El were still there, taking photos with Jonathan on the front steps. I haphazardly thrust my bike onto the curb and sprinted up to you as fast as my legs could carry me.

“Will!” I shouted, suddenly conscious of how I hadn’t prepared anything to say to you. My actions always have spoken louder than my words, which is concerning, considering the fact that I’m planning to become a writer once we’re out of high school. So I ran across your front lawn, and I stopped in my tracks when I noticed the surprised looks on Jonathan and El’s faces, the worried look on your own, and the confused expressions on Joyce and Hop’s.

“Hey, Mike,” Jonathan’s eyebrows furrowed together as I gasped for air.

“Hey, Jon,” I replied, leaning forward until my palms rested on my knees as I panted. I acknowledged everyone else, and then looked back up at you, standing back up and running my hand through my hair. The sweat clung to my hand, which I wiped on my slacks with a grimace. “Hey,” I said, “Yeah, so, uh�� Will. Dude. Buddy. Do you want to go to the prom with me?”

There was a beat of silence that followed, and I felt the urge to cut my own tongue out. Before I could actually act on my impulse, you walked down the stairs and took a few more steps in my direction. “I thought you weren’t going,” you said, crossing your arms against your chest. I shook my head, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“I changed my mind. Lucas told me–” I began, but trailed off before I gave myself away. You could never know about how Lucas convinced me to go to prom on the sole basis of your attendance. That would’ve been so humiliating.

“He told you what?” you prompted me to continue, taking another step forward so we were less than a foot apart.

“Just that everyone else was going, and that I was a weirdo for not wanting to go as well.”

“He’s not wrong,” you smirked up at me, and I lightly smacked your shoulder, feigning offense. “But, like,” you went on, “now that you’re actually coming to prom with us, doesn’t that mean you’re going with me already?”

Against my better judgment, I reached out and adjusted your shirt collar against the lapels of your suit. You looked up at me in mild shock, but hey, at least I didn’t kiss you. “I mean, I was asking if you wanted to go to prom with me as my date.”

Your face turned a beautiful shade of pink, and you stammered out, “I–I’m not sure if we’d be allowed to do that.”

“Come on,” I pleaded, “We’d be going as friends, they can’t kick us out for that.”

Another moment of silence bloomed between us like the yellow flower in your jacket pocket. You picked at your nails in contemplation. “Fine,” you relented with a smirk, “I guess I could go as your prom date… buddy.”

“I just know you’re never gonna let me live that down,” I whined, and you just laughed.

“Damn straight,” you agreed, and I refrained from making a gay joke on account of, oh I don’t know, outing myself. You put my bike in your garage while I was caught up on the plan for transportation, which was Lucas’ parents’ minivan, which would be there in a few minutes to pick us up. Needless to say, everyone was shocked when I climbed into the van.

Prom was pretty lame, and we all ended up leaving early and going back to your house, but I honestly don’t give a single flying fuck, because we actually got to dance together. I repeat: we actually got to dance together. The music had slowed down, everyone was finding their respective dates, and I was just about to leave the dance floor for my impending Closet Pity Party™ when you grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer to you and placing your hands on my hips. “What’s the point of prom if you don’t have at least one slow dance?” you asked, and I tried my best to appear as nonchalant as possible by shrugging. Meanwhile, I was, like, one second away from dying of happiness. It was dark enough that I got away with putting my hands on your shoulders, and you became a bit more confident with the way your hands gripped my waist as we swayed back and forth to the music. I’m grinning so hard while writing this. I think this has been the best night of my life by far. I hope this feeling lasts forever.

Love,

Mike

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[theragethatisdesire]

Ideas!

Bff Eren #10

Because there’s gotta be more Eren/Jean discourse before Jean comes to terms with the fact that he’s not getting his ex back. Eren being a smug ass mother fcker about it, too.

OR

Roommate Jean (well, poly boyfriend Jean). “You look pretty like that” prompt.

Maybe reader is handcuffed to a chair or in a bed? She’s an absolute mess because she’s dying to be touched and neither of her boyfriends will indulge her. They’re not sure if they even want to considering how pretty she looks all desperate and restrained. They’ll stroke themselves so close to her mouth, let her think she’ll get a taste. She stains her neck in hopes of getting a lick but they stay ever so slightly out of reach. 🤷🏻‍♀️

If I keep writing, I’m gonna end up sending a damn drabble to your ask box. 🤣

HIIIII kjt<333 omg.....this is like...such a difficult choice. honest to god i may pocket your first idea for something.....longer than a drabble ;) so i'm gonna go with the second one bc i am OBSESSED with poly erejean like genuinely. obsessed. might have a part 2 coming for them too solely bc i love them<3

throwing all nsfw under the cut like always

"Not too tight, is it, baby?" Jean tugs the ropes digging into your skin into what has to be the final knot after nearly twenty minutes of positioning, repositioning, and admittedly, a rope burn around your ankle.

"Mm-mmm," you try to assure him around the gag in your mouth, shaking your head no. Jean smiles, places a laughably chaste kiss on your forehead.

"Such a good girl for us, aren't you? He's going to love it."

The ropes were Jean's idea; ever since he'd joined your relationship with Eren, almost everything was Jean's idea, having come so far from the timid, reluctant lover you'd made of him a few months ago. These days, Jean's nearly bouncing out of bed in the morning with a new idea to bring to the bedroom, and neither you nor Eren have the wherewithal to complain about it.

Eren's had a rough few weeks at work, and over coffee this morning, Jean had talked you into a "surprise" for your mutual boyfriend. This surprise had involved a trip to a sex shop, a hardware store, and an hour-long Youtube tutorial on knot-tying, but you'd figured it out together, and it's paid off.

Jean's got your arms above your head, secured to either side of the headboard, and your legs spread wide enough to incite a slight ache in your hips, ankles tied to your thighs and putting your already-dripping cunt on display. A black lace gag is holding your voice back behind your teeth, and the collar Eren and Jean had surprised you with last weekend jingles around your neck when you wiggle experimentally, testing the bonds that Jean's wrapped you up in.

"Can't get out, can you?"

"Mm-mm," you affirm, tugging on the ropes at your wrists to prove your point. Jean grins again, wicked and dark.

"Eren's not the only one getting a surprise today," he muses, knocking around in the nightstand drawer on your side of his bed.

What he pulls out makes your eyes widen.

"I didn't tell you, but I left a little pocket riiight..." Jean trails off, working the vibrator under a little slip in the rope, "here."

He angles it perfectly against your clit, not yet turning it on, but watching your reaction lecherously. You're already running hot with your movements restrained, already starting to feel the hum of lust buzzing through your body.

Before Jean can make another move, you meet eyes meaningfully at the sound of the front door opening, Eren's voice calling out into the empty apartment.

"You guys home?"

"Be right back, don't move." Jean snickers at his own joke, leaving you there bare and unattended.

Unable to move, your other senses hone in on every little bit of stimulus around you. The muffled sounds of conversation between Eren and Jean outside; you can hear Eren's disgruntled grumble, Jean's soothing timbre, but not what they're saying. The annoying, understimulating nudge of the vibrator against your center. The texture of the lace gag against your tongue, the way it's making you drool ever so slightly. And then the door clicks open.

"Fuck..." Eren trails off, eyes going wide. If you look close enough, you can see the front of his pants already beginning to tent. You're not sure what to do, so on display; you can't smile through the gag, can't even move in greeting, really. Jean's turned you into their little fuckdoll in the most literal sense of the word. Jean smirks proudly.

"Isn't she so-"

"So pretty," Eren breathes out, rounding the bed to caress your cheek, brush a thumb over your nipple, "you look so pretty like this, baby."

Jean comes behind Eren, wrapping muscled arms around his waist, palming slightly at the erection forming behind Eren's zipper. "She's all yours, we both are. Whatever you want tonight."

"Whatever I want, huh?" Eren's eyes darken. He turns his head over his shoulder to Jean, catching the other man's mouth in a slow, languid kiss. Watching them pulls a whimper from you, muffled by the gag, but insistent.

Jean breaks the kiss to frown down at you, reach over and flick the vibrator on, ripping a tinny whine out of your throat.

"Behave yourself, you're supposed to be his little surprise, remember?"

Eren smirks down at you through hooded eyes, lets one lazy hand drag soothingly up Jean's neck, lets the other come down to tweak your nipple roughly. "Let her act up a little. Can't punish her if she's not being a brat, right?"

[narcissistshandler]

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟

☆ p𝗮𝗶𝗿. male reader x lee jinho (htf/viral hit)

☆ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀. top!amab!reader, bottom!Jinho, dom!reader, reader is called "man" once, slightly dub con, Jinho compares the reader to an animal (not in a sexy way), bondage, gag, Jinho struggles a bit, mean and manipulative reader, Jinho thinks about killing the reader, use of the word "slut", Jinho's asexuality implied. minors dni.

☆ 𝗮/𝗻. I'm damn proud of this one. I hate Jinho but would fuck him if I had the chance.

Unable to leave Korea and with his public image destroyed, Lee Jinho found himself back at the beginning, at the bottom of society. He looked for different methods to continue to profit even with his face plastered in the newspapers, and when none worked he found himself going down the path he most wanted to avoid and so, he ended up in this situation, knees against the soft carpet of the luxurious hotel room you'd brought him to, a smile threatening to fall from his lips and hands shaking with rage in his lap. You said you wanted to "test his goodwill", refusing to hear of business until Jinho got down on one knee before you. He was used to feigning submission in front of people above him, first his yakuza boss, then his political partner, but something about your smug look made anger ripple in his stomach.

You only asked for one thing in exchange for your help: his body. Jinho didn't refuse, despite his disinterest in sex, he wouldn't find settlement easier. Mating was a primal animal instinct, he wasn't surprised that a powerful man like you would ask something like that of him. You were like everyone else he knew, less a person and more an animal.

"Standing." The order came along with a sharp tug on the leash you had attached to the leather collar around his neck. His throat tightened and Jinho jumped to his feet, obeying the pull that brought him between your legs.

Your hands abandoned the leash to work on his pants, then his boxers, leaving him naked, limp cock sagging between his long legs. He wasn't embarrassed, on the contrary, there was an untouchable pride in his erect posture, even naked, vulnerable to your desires.

"You don't seem very excited yet Jinho," you scoffed, heavy scarred hands on his hips.

The next thing Jinho knew, he was being pressed back onto the bed, carefully bound hands and feet, a plastic ball in the mouth and two fingers with little lube stretching his ass, the tight collar made breathing more difficult. It had been smart of you to contain him, he would rip half your neck off with his teeth when you got too close and would easily break your bones if his hands were free when you spread your fingers inside him. Burning crept up his thighs in a futile attempt to ease the pressure of your fingers against his prostate.

He didn't know how looked to your eyes, but you looked satisfied, hard cock rubbing against him and tongue sliding over your bottom lip. His arms were tied behind his back, the rope crossed his chest in two simple patterns that held his arms, three knots crisscrossing over the top, barely avoiding his nipples. His legs were spread apart, thigh and leg bound together towards his chest. You had taken your time, humming as you tied him tight, making sure that even if he wanted to, he couldn't get away from you.

Jinho had to contain every instinct that told him to fight you, to untie himself and suffocate you with the purple rope that tied knots around his body. You were his last option, the only person capable of helping him. He would have plenty of time to dismember you later.

You smiled over him, as if you knew his every thought and didn't fear it. As if in retaliation, you pulled your fingers out of him and pressed the head of your cock against his quivering hole, bareback. Perception made him move automatically, trying to pull away from you, those beautiful eyes even prettier as they stared at you with pure hatred, one of his legs shooting into your stomach, even as the rope bit his skin. You lost the balance for a minute, smile still there, before recovering and grab his legs which he tried to kick towards your cock. You barely managed to hold him, reaching over him to look straight into his eyes, the closeness dragging your hard, wet cock against his ass. Jinho would never admit that the struggle made his cock finally start to swell against his stomach.

"Now Jinho, I'm just playing with you." Jinho swallowed hard, tempted to hit you again just by the content glow on your face, your hands tightening on the rope around his thigh. "I would never fuck a slut like you without a condom, I don't know how many holes that dick of yours has been in and I don't like to take risks."

This made his teeth close around the plastic ball. Jinho wanted to blow your head off for the offense, saying that he had never had sex with any of those animals without a condom. But he resigned himself to closing eyes, breathing deeply through the force with which his cock contracted, forming a wet puddle in his stomach, skin burning wherever you touched.

A second later your cock pressed insistently against the red rim of his hole, this time covered in latex, before breaking through resistance and slipping in. His walls immediately tightened through the instruction, burning as your thick cock slowly crawled inside, the stretch of just two fingers not being enough to stop a stab of pain shooting up his spine. Jinho's tense legs clenched tightly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as he tried to breathe through the gag in his mouth. Cock sunk deep inside him, head pressed insistently against his prostate and nails dug into the skin of his thigh, you didn't give him a minute to adjust, slowly pulling out before pushing back in with a firm thrust that knocked the air out of his lungs. Dots exploded behind his eyes, hips quivering as his cock spilled against his stomach.

His moans were muffled, eyes blinking in surprise at the semen that gushed from his cock. He'd never come before with any of the women he'd slept with, never felt such primal, overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure that had his head spinning and body falling limp against the silk sheets, cock still hard even after coming and the thought of more more more confusing his senses.

"Already? I thought you were hating this," you laughed, continuing to thrust inside him even as his hole tightened around you, making moving more difficult. "How about abandoning all your plans and staying with me, Jinho? I'll take care of you, all you have to do is be pretty and obedient to me. I promise I'll recover your image, deal with the How to Fight kids and you'll never have to worry about the police again."

Hadn't that been the plan, he would fuck you once and then you would use your connections to help him get back to his business, whether it was murder, trafficking or anything else, you would help him regain his power so that he would eventually get out of Korea. But cleaning up his image? Deal with those kids? Give him the power he so craved? Jinho didn't think he could get a better deal and with his foggy head and hypersensitive hole squeezing and sucking your thick cock, he nodded, couldn't imagine a better scenario than that. Not knowing that confirmation was enough for you and he would never again be able to escape your hands.

[toatytoastnice]

the monster mash paring kny x GNreader

there's too much warnings to put here so you'll just have to read to find them out so i got too lazy to do kinktober this year so i decided to somehow beg for your forgiveness and also end october with a bang to put together all the characters i can into a gaint kinky mess i introduce you to

the monster mash!

minors please for the last time leave now by clicking continue reading you are responsible for your actions!

tomioka giyuu: chocking. pairing demon giyuu x human reader

giyuu didn't know what it was about you maybe it was the fact he could snap your neck on accident without even trying it scares him but it excites him at the same time he's the former water hashira and now a member of the upper rank demons within the twelve kizuki your a demon slayer so why the hell are you two here now?

"fuckkkk your so tight this pussy is to die for..." he groans as he feels your blade press against his nape the tip piercing his skin which regenerates your supposed to be killing him not fucking him! yet here he is cock thrusting in and out of you as his hand wraps around your throat tearing the collar of your demon slayer uniform

he moans into your ear squeezing your throat a little more cutting off your breathing before loosening his grip again that blade is so annoying so without fail he reaches behind him and grips your blade snapping it in half and tossing it away letting your hand rest on his shoulder as he grabs both your legs foldoing you in half so he can reach even deeper at the same time he cuts your breath off completely letting you suffocate for a few seconds before restoring your breathing again "fuckkkk let me turn you into a demon yeah?...so i can cum in you for eternity."

tengen uzui: BDSM pairing pirate tengen x sacrifice reader

"look at you. such a good little prize for me huh?...can't believe a simple raid thereat would get me someone as adorable as you to me." the mighty pirate speaks up a hand tilting your head up to get a better look at you ever since the village found out the pirate that has been terrorizing everything had a kink for his prizes being tied up and all that stuff they've sent you to him so they won't be raided

arms tied behind your back ankles tied together and kimono pulled apart to reveal your cleavage not to mention that spider gag in your mouth keeping it open for him to admire "suma makio hinatsuru." he utters three names as three women appear at his sides all dressed provocatively as they lean against his throne

"i think our little guest here needs a lesson on how to suck me off properly right? can't take me in their throat without a little push~" makio smirks suma just smiles slightly and hinatsuru nods within a matter of seconds your looking right at tengens exposed cock it's too big for you to possibly take yet the spider gag keeps you from closing your mouth as you take his cock deep down your throat in one push

makio keeps pushing your head down leading you deeper and deeper suma holds your hair into a ponytail and hinatsuru toys with your clit while whispering instructions "gentle makio! your being too rough!" "shut up suma! how else will they take lord tengen fully!"

"oh my fuckinggg goddness that's right listen to hina'...breathe through your nose and focus let your throat loosen and allow me into that pretty little throat baby." you gag a little as his cock head finally touches your throats entrance and tengen gestures makio who pushes your head down fully "fuck...hinatsuru go get my vibrator."

rengoku kyojuro: cock warming paring zombie kyojuro x human reader

the flame haired zombie pushes a hand to cover your mouth to silence your moans sitting on his haunches as he watches other zombies pass by your trapped within a closet with him at first you expected to get a quickie in but now your stuck in this closet with kyojuro

cock still shoved deep up your pussy as he tries to keep you quiet so the other zombies don't hear you the amounts of pre-cum he's spilling inside you seems to help because you aren't being sniffed out by the others "shhh...quiet flamey...your gonna alert the zombies with your slutty moans...don't think i don't notice you trying to squirm your hips either"

he puts a hang around your moving hips to cease their movements as the groans of the zombies can be heard he lets out quiet moans into your ear as his cock hits your g-spot you wanna move your hips so badly but he won't let you! it's so annoying "flamey i need to tell you something" he moves his hand from your mouth slightly leaning back as you whimper from how his cock moves inside you "wh-what is it 'kyo?"

"the zombies already left."

shinazugawa sanemi: hatefucking pairing werewolf sanemi x human reader

"fuck your such a slut. do you whore yourself out to every monster that tackles you in the dead of night or am i the lucky one?" the beast speaks up behind you as the full moon shines brighter then any time of the year as his claws dig into the ground near the sides of your head listening to you moan so sluttily for him

"fuck i wouldn't be surpised seeing as how wet you got when i pounced on you nothing but a horny little thing. who hasn't been fucked good enough by anyone else so they seek out monster cock instead." "n-no! that isn't t-true!" he just smirks thrusting harder as his cock tip hits your g-spot causing you to cum all over his cock after so long of him teasing and edging you

"fuckfuckfuckfuckkkkk so now the slut speaks up?...say...you ever taken a knot before?"

iguro obanai: aprhodisiac pairing naga obanai x human reader

"that's right baby fuck that's right show me that pretty little neck. your the one who asked me to put my venom in you so you can take my cock at the same time right?" his fangs sink into the side of your neck pumping even more of that poison into your veins tail wrapping around you to keep you pressed against him tightly

your too dumb to even form words simply moaning and whining while he has his way with you forked tounge lapping at the bite marks all over your cute neck"fuck....your so tight around me baby i can't wait for you to be nice and full of my eggs oh you'll carry them so good little birdie won't you~ fuck i'm so close. your ready darling i promised to give you my eggs and i keep my word."

he thrusts into you one last time causing you to moan as he kisses your neck to help distract you from the feeling off one two three eggs taking place within your womb as he pats your swollen belly "there so good right?"

[theradicalscrivener]

The Next Big Thing - Pt 2

Johhny is starting to understand what is happening to him. He doesn't know why he's growing, but he does know he wants more.

(P.S. Ya boi's got Linktree and Bluesky now)

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               Johnny’s original plan had been to head straight back to his apartment after hitting the gym, but the strange, euphoric tingling that coursed through his whole body and the elation of being the center of attention convinced him to take his time and enjoy the afternoon. As he casually strode down the sidewalk, he could feel the occasional gaze drift his way. Even now that he was fully clothed and out in public, he was more than just another face in the crowd. His good looks and natural charm drew attention to him even if he was not intentionally showboating. That’s not to say that Johnny wasn’t hamming it up here and there. Everything from the way he held his shoulders to the angle of his grin which showcased his pearly whites was an intentional act. He had mastered the angles and the attitude from a young age. He was born to be in front of the camera. Actually, scratch that. He was born to be beheld and beloved by all! The gazes felt more than just good. They felt natural!

                As Johhny continued his walk, he became vaguely aware that his clothes were digging in uncomfortably against his throat and thighs. The collar of his knitted undershirt did not have near as much give as the rest of his shirt. Even his button-up overshirt, which he kept tastefully unbuttoned until halfway down his torso, was straining against his chest.

               The odd state of his attire his attire made Johnny pause. His overshirt looked so awkward on his lithe, toned body, and if there was one thing he hated, it was looking bad in an outfit. Not to mention, it was such a nice, sunny day, that it seemed silly to be wearing extra layers anyway. Johhny gave the plaid shirt a light tug which was all it took for the struggling buttons to give up the ghost. The few remaining buttons that remained clasped around the bottom of his shirt popped loose. Unfortunately, that did not mean that removing the shirt was an easy task. His now too-tiny overshirt clinched around his shoulders, limiting his mobility. He was tempted to just rip the garment clean from his body, but being ever fashion-conscious, Johnny instead reached behind and tugged at the back of his shirt and shimmied it slowly down one arm and then the other. Buttons were one thing. It was easy to sew on a fresh set, but it seemed a shame to shred such a nice shirt.

               It wasn’t just his chest that was getting snug, though. His legs had a similar issue. It seemed with each step, his pant legs clenched tighter around his sculpted thighs and calves. The cuffs of his pant legs should normally reach his ankles, but today he was rocking the old-school cool look. The cuffs of his jeans were only about halfway down his shins making his jeans appear to be more akin to chinos. His shirt was similarly short with the lower hem of the garment now reaching only about his midriff. With each step, his shirt was looking more like a crop top than a knit tee.

               It would have been an awkward look on any normal person, but Johnny was not normal. He was born to look good. He took his undersized overshirt and tied the arms around his waist. Suddenly, his awkward, shrunken wardrobe went from “Wearing his kid brother’s clothes” to “slutty frontman for a grunge band.” He was just missing oversized sunglasses to really sell it.

               Johnny was a bit of a meat-head. He gave the aura of the dumb jock or air-headed model, but he wasn’t stupid. He could put two and two together. The doorway at the gym had been lower than he was used to. Most people only came up to his shoulders now, and his clothes were far smaller than they had been just a few hours ago. He knew that he was growing. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t know why, but his surge in size seemed to be tied to the adoration of the people around him. Every adoring look or lustful gaze filled his body with a surge of energy that just seemed to swell within him. The dots were starting to connect in his brain. The bigger he got, the more attention he would garner which meant he would get even bigger! Just the thought sent a shudder of glee up his spine and a twitch of arousal down his cock.

               Johnny’s already well-trained smirk spread into an excited grin. He felt like his whole life had led to this moment. He was rapidly approaching his true purpose which was to be loved and adored and beheld by all! All that he needed was an audience.

               Johnny was no stranger to standing out. One of the tricks was to be the biggest draw in the room. Unfortunately, downtown LA was a bustling place. It was hard to stand out on the street. If he wanted to draw eyes here, he’d have to be a much larger spectacle. That, however, would have to wait. For now, he needed to be a big fish in a small pond.

               While the half-formed plan percolated in his brain, the smell of something else percolating hit his nostrils – roasted coffee beans. There was no shortage of trendy coffee bars in downtown L.A. They ran the gamut from dimly lit dives to brightly lit modern lounges. What Johnny needed was something somewhere in the middle. Not one of those big-name chains where people just went to get their usual and scoot. He needed a place with not just a crowd of regulars who liked to hang out but also a place where the Hollywood A-listers were known to visit on occasion. Someplace where paparazzi were always waiting for a good scoop.

                Johnny felt another shudder and tingle surge through him. His shirt strained audibly against his swelling chest. He had gained a few more fans, and he was just standing on a street corner lost in thought. Just imagine how much attention he’d garner when he had a captive audience.

                Johnny’s smirk spread wider which caused him to flash his fans his pearly whites. Another shudder. Another surge.

                “This will be all too easy,” he thought to himself as he strode across the crosswalk and made his way towards the bean bar his agent had mentioned to him so many times before. Agents loved this place, and countless would-be actors and script writers had taken part-time jobs there in hope of “accidentally” rubbing elbows with a notable Hollywood figure. These were often just pipe dreams, but the place was overdue to produce its next big star.

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[cosmictapestry]

B30 & B36?

B30. morpheus remote toy

and

B36. morpheus orgasm control

i'm in the mood for Making That Man Cry and i'm making it everyone's problem

prompt fills here

Today has been difficult. Lucienne can tell even before she retires to their shared quarters and finds him already there, silent and tired and confused until Lucienne takes his hand and tells him it's alright to stop being anything but hers.

It fells him, and he yields, he bows, he lists into her and lets her take his slight weight. He does not breathe or move or warm for many long seconds. She feels it when he gives in, and he becomes clay in her arms. "Let me try something?"

Hesitation and a long painful silence. "Alright," he manages, though it seems to take all his strength to do so.

She undresses slowly, then does the same for him, intermittently kissing him and stroking his arms until he stops instinctually fighting the way she moves him. Her lord sighs wine-sweet breath into her mouth and trembles while she draws her hands up his chest under his shirt, while she works his arms from his sleeves, while she slides one hand down the front of his trousers.

She strokes him, and she whispers soft questions in his ear, and he answers the ones that he can. Yes, he can be bare, he can be teased, he can be laid out and played with as she pleases, so long as she speaks kindly to him. That's doable.

She tells him, then, what she thinks he needs. He has nothing to say, but without question his fine leather collar manifests around his neck, and his posture slackens. The collar bites into his throat when Lucienne slides her free hand around the back of his neck to tug it tight, and he leans into the pressure. Her other hand slides down behind his bollocks to rub the pads of her fingers over the tight furl of his hole. He bows between the two points he's being held, stricken and pliant in his relief, and he lets his eyes slip shut.

Lucienne keeps him there, coaxing shudders down his spine, hitched moans from his throat. By the time she has him speared on one slick finger he is nerveless and shivering, grinding down on her hand, choking on his caught breath. "Like that, baby," she whispers, and she leans in to nibble at the jut of his jaw, and she tells him what she wants in her hand.

It forms there, a slick and supple and frantically thrusting tendril of organic dreamstuff. She slides the tip of it to his hole, lets it catch at his rim and make his noises rise in pitch. "Do I have control?" she asks, and he nods fervently, and the toy slows its thrusts with Lucienne's silent order. She slips it inside him, just deep enough to make him wriggle and sigh, and then she pulls her hand from his trousers.

Lord Morpheus watches with hazy interest while Lucienne slides his trousers down his hips and lets them fall to the ground. She leads him by the hand on the back of his neck, has him move with her to the couch. She sits there, one leg crossed over the other, and she pulls him down to kneel on the floor in front of her.

Lucienne examines him, wonders if he would like to have his wrists tied—but he is a doll for her already, desperately melting into her touch, her hand running through his hair. She uses her foot to nudge his knees apart, and she tugs him forward to rest his forehead against her knee. "Beautiful," she murmurs to the feathery mop of his hair.

He sighs and nuzzles into her knee and doesn't say a word. He's hard, bobbing heavy between his legs, his thighs flexing with the toy's movements inside him. "You're going to stay like this," she tells him, and her own thighs shift together, but she ignores the persistent ache of her own arousal. "And I am going to read a book."

Her lord makes a soft, disbelieving sound, looking up at her with watery eyes. She cups his cheek, sweeps her thumb over the wing of his cheekbone. "I want you to focus on your body. Focus on feeling good. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Lord Morpheus blinks and frowns and she smooths out that pinch between his brows with her thumb. He swallows several times, the movement catching on his collar, before he can speak. "I don't know."

"That's alright," Lucienne cranes forward to sweep his hair back and kiss his forehead. "We're going to try, though." She draws back and he is staring at her with naked trust, clinging to her certainty. "When you feel like you're going to come, tell me, and I will stop the toy. We're going to draw this out as much as we can, keep you right here with me as long as possible." Seeing the flicker of anxiety on his face and recalling how painfully sensitive he can get, Lucienne amends the last statement. "As long as I say, at least," and because he trusts her when he trusts nothing else, he relaxes.

The hand not petting his face and hair reaches beside her to where a book has appeared, open and facedown on the couch. She rests the book in her bare lap, the image of it certainly silly, and she begins to read, and with a thought she coaxes the toy to fuck her lord. He jolts and pushes his face against her leg, a stuttered gasp escaping him, and he grits his teeth and forces himself to allow sensation to run its course through his trembling form.

Lucienne can only pretend at interest for the fine minutiae of foreign policy in the eighth bacterial district of a protist's science fiction story. She is wholly tuned into the unfathomably powerful being on his knees before her, relying on her, leaning into her attempts to help him shoulder the weight of all he is. His expression lined with concentration and his skin glittering with sweat, he is everything, and he is hers.

It does not take long for him to begin panting, rocking, edging closer as though making to rub against her leg—but he seems to think twice about that particular indignity, resolving to stay put and let his hips flinch into open air. "Getting close?" she asks when he bites his bottom lip, worrying it, and his muscles begin to quiver under strain.

Her lord nods, and he goes limp when the toy stills, a tiny bereft sound escaping him. She reads a few sentences to give him time to recover before she starts the toy again, stroking through him long and slow, making him shudder and grind. His face is tacky when he shifts his cheek against her knee.

His climax builds quicker now, even with the lessened movements, and he tries to keep quiet but his chest is heaving with every measured breath. "Lucienne," Lord Morpheus mumbles.

Again the toy stops. He sobs now, and he jerks, and he ducks his head to hide his face against her leg. His shoulders hitch and bunch and relax and when she cranes her head she can see his cock twitching, drooling onto the tile below. She has him where she wants him, strung high and tight and consumed by what is happening to him, not to everything else.

Lucienne controls the toy's movements precisely. It drags through him so slow it seems to coax the bend of his spine and the long keen from him trembling lips. His tears smear on her skin, his hair damp with sweat under her hand. "Alright?" she asks him.

"Yours," he responds.

She takes him to the edge like that, again and again and again, until his entire body quivers and flinches and runs slick. His face is hot and he is flushed, ruby-tinged all down his chest, throbbing and red where he's hard. A tiny puddle is growing on the floor with every string of his slick that falls there. Lucienne has not so much as looked at the book for half an hour, she realizes, sometime after she lets him drift down from yet another aborted orgasm. "My lord?" she murmurs, and she cups his cheek to draw his hazy, heated attention.

He stares at her, trembling, and he appears to want to speak, but he winces and keeps silent. Starting to hurt, then, but wanting to be good for her. "Do you want to come?" she asks him, gently, but he just stares. "Are you ready to come?" she rephrases.

He likes that question better. His eyes clear, his lashes flutter and clump with tears. "Yes," he murmurs. "Please."

Her lord is quiet now when Lucienne ramps up the toy's pace until it is fucking him in full, sharp strokes, and his eyes slam shut, and he chokes when her fingers slip under his collar to pull it tight, and he comes hard, she can hear it splashing on the tiles, can see him convulse and shudder and sob, silent, until he breathes in, huge and gasping lungfuls that wrack him as they leave in heaving cries.

Lucienne pets her lord's hair, brings him back to resting his cheek against her knee. He lists into her touch, and he goes still and quiet, and even when he is suddenly clean and dry and Lucienne is reading her book in earnest he stays exactly where she put him.

[ms-miserable-misery]

Febuwhump 2023 - Day 3: Muzzled (VERY MUCH NSFW)

TW: NCS, Asphyxiation

Duo woke slowly, mouth dry, throat sore, head pounding, and body aching. He instinctively kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, trying to piece together his surroundings through the heavy fog that permeated his mind. He could tell that he wasn’t in his own apartment, the sounds and smells being completely off from the comforting familiarity of the home that he had made for himself, the cement floor cold against his naked skin.

However… Duo could recognize some of the smells, musk and gunpowder, scents so familiar and comforting to him. Well, they used to be.

His eyes snapped open as his head finally cleared enough to recall what had happened before he passed out. He finally registered the ropes securing his arms together behind his back from his elbows down to his wrists, as well as locking his legs together from his knees to his ankles. Chains from his ankles to his wrists, his wrists to the collar around his neck, and from the collar to the support beam behind him. Leather straps across his head secured a muzzle in place. An o-ring gag held his jaw wide open while the hard rubbery ball in his mouth prevented any sound from escaping his lips.

His panicked gaze raced around the room and fell upon the figure sitting on the windowsill. The lithe form was framed in moonlight, facial features lost in the shadows. Moonlight glinted off of the teeth of the shadowed figure, a cruel grin the only thing distinguishable in the darkness. Duo whimpered as the man rose from his perch and stalked over to him. He tried to turn away from the hand that reached for his face, but there wasn’t much he could do, restrained as he was. Tears dripped down his face and into his hair.

A deceptively gentle hand wiped Duo’s tears away, tracing along his cheek bones and along his jaw before suddenly slipping to the back of his head and grabbing the base of his braid. Duo jerked against the ropes that tied his arms together to no avail. They had been tied tight, not even enough slack there to allow his wrists to rotate.

Duo cried out around the gag as his head was jerked back, impacting the support beam behind him and causing stars to cross his vision. Sharp teeth and cold lips attacked his throat, nipping hard enough to draw blood. Duo shuddered as a velvety tongue lapped languidly at the blood that welled up. The head finally pulled away from his neck and crazed blue eyes filled his vision.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Heero said, a smudge of blood at the corner of his lips. Duo breathed heavily through his nose, unable to draw in enough air in his panic. Heero smirked, wrapping Duo’s braid around his hand multiple times until it felt like the hair was going to be pulled from his scalp. His other hand wrapped around Duo’s throat, further preventing him from drawing in much needed oxygen. Duo let his mind drift away as firm lips licked and nipped at his lips, a facsimile of what should have been, what <i>had</i> been before it all went wrong.

-

Duo wasn’t sure what had caused Heero to snap.

They had been having a pleasant evening together, hanging out as they always did on Friday nights after getting off of work. They decided on a casual night in, given the heavy downpour that was to last until morning. It was Heero’s turn to host, so they ordered a pizza for dinner and put in a flashy action movie for their usual drinking game of taking a sip of beer at every exaggeration or inaccuracy.

Halfway through the movie, Duo felt himself begin to nod off, tired from a long week at work and relaxed from the warm buzz of the alcohol. He let himself fall sideways, head landing softly on Heero’s thigh, braid flopping over the edge of the sofa seat in front of him. Heero’s hand lay lightly on the side of his head, idly playing with the soft hairs that escaped from the base of Duo’s braid.

Duo turned onto his back, looking up into Heero’s face where a barely there smile played at the corner of his lips. Duo loved moments like these, when Heero was relaxed enough to let his guard down. A feeling of tenderness rose up in him, body warm from alcohol and Heero’s body heat, heart full of affection for his friend. Seeing a similar sentiment being reflected back at him from Heero’s eyes, a sense of bravery rose up in Duo.

Duo raised his hand to hold Heero’s palm to his cheek. He loved this man. He had since their encounter at the dock, even if he hadn’t realized what that feeling was until he watched the Japanese boy’s body hurtling through the air as Wing detonated, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground. He finally accepted the feeling after watching Heero survive against the odds time and time again throughout the years. Maybe it was finally time to let the other man know. Maybe there was a chance that they could actually be more than just friends.

“Heero,” Duo breathed, unconsciously rubbing his cheek into the other man’s palm. “You mean so much to me. You’re the family that I never thought that I could ever have. You’re the only one that I can really relax and let my guard down around.”

Duo sat up slowly, maintaining eye contact with Heero the whole while. Heero’s hand traced along his cheek bone and along his jaw before softly slipping to the back of his head, fingers sliding gently into the base of his braid. Heero’s other hand reached up and lightly traced down his braid, finally settling with a gentle grip on the end of it as he was wont to do without realizing. Duo would never call Heero out on it, instead just enjoying those unconscious acts of affection whenever they occurred. Heero, on the other hand, was always surprised when he caught himself doing it and would try to subtly pull his hand away and hide his blush.

Duo leaned his forehead against Heero’s, unable and unwilling to look away from his gentle blue eyes. Duo’s heart stuttered when he saw Heero’s eyes flicker down to his lips before snapping up to make eye contact again, tongue unconsciously peeking out to wet his lips. A soft whine escaped Duo’s throat before his hands came up to lay softly on Heero’s neck, thumbs gently framing his face.

He finally leaned forward and brushed his lips against Heero’s, unable to believe that this was really happening. He groaned as he felt Heero return the kiss, head tilting to the side to allow it to deepen. A velvety tongue traced across Duo’s bottom lip, which Duo immediately pulled into his mouth to give it a little nip.

Duo heard Heero give a soft growl before he found himself being gently guided to lay across the sofa. Heero followed him down, their lips never breaking contact, the kiss deepening and becoming more passionate as Heero’s weight settled over his own. Duo couldn’t believe it, this was really happening. He was actually kissing the man that he had quietly loved for the past five years and the man was kissing him back!

They finally broke apart for air, breath mingling where their lips still rested against each other, unwilling to fully break contact. Duo reached a hand up to gently brush Heero’s unruly bangs out of their eyes.

“God, ’Ro,” he panted against Heero’s lips, “I can’t believe how lucky I am. I love you so damn much.”

That’s when everything went wrong.

Duo saw a brief flash of panic flash across Heero’s eyes before the body above him tensed and warm blue eyes shuttered into cold ice. He felt the hand that had been carded into the base of his braid, softly holding the back of his skull, spasm before tightening into a fist, pulling roughly at his tender scalp. The weight that had been gently cradling his body became a hard line of muscle pushing him down into the sofa cushions. The hand that had been cupping his jaw, thumb tenderly stroking his cheek, was now pushing down on his windpipe, cutting off air from his already starved lungs. Duo tried to twist away, but Heero’s hard thighs held him down, his steel-bending arms keeping his upper body pinned.

“Now why did you have to go and say that?” a cold voice hissed into his ear. Duo could only stare up at Heero in horror, unable to believe how a night so wonderful had changed so quickly. His body bucked underneath Heero, vision tunneling, body desperate for air. Unfortunately, his desperation was nothing when pitched against Heero’s strength. Darkness spread across his vision until he was aware no more.

-

Duo came back to himself to find that he was in the same state—body starved of oxygen and consciousness slipping away. The ball had been removed from his mouth, but Heero’s dick had taken its place.

Heero stood before Duo, hands laced behind the braided man’s head, using that hold to pull his head closer and push his dick further down Duo’s throat. Between the o-ring forcing his mouth open, the chains, and Heero’s immovable hands keeping his head in place, Duo had no choice but to deal with whatever Heero did with him.

Heero pushed in deep and held Duo’s head still for ten seconds… Twenty seconds… Thirty… Forty… Fifty… A minute passed before Heero finally let Duo go, letting his body collapse to the floor. Unfortunately, he was still unable to get air as the shortness of the chain between his collar and the support beam caused the collar to pull tightly against his throat.

Duo tried to move closer to the support beam to get some slack, but he was too close to passing out, body twitching weakly against his restraints, stuttering ugly gasps all that could make its way past his throat. He stared up at Heero, eyes rolling, tears streaming down his face, vision gray, lips cold and numb.

Duo was always afraid to tell those close to him that he loved them since everyone that he loved was cursed to die. He had thought that Heero had been different, and he was right.

Duo had told Heero that he loved him, and now he was going to die.

Suddenly, Heero fell to his knees with a choking gasp. He frantically grabbed at Duo, pulling him up so that there was enough slack for him to breathe. Duo sagged onto Heero’s grasp, nearly gagging on deep, gulping breaths. He could feel Heero’s arms trembling around him, could hear Heero sobbing brokenly into his neck over the ringing in his ears, could feel the hot tears dripping down his skin and mingling with his own.

What the fuck?! What the actual fuck! What was going on?! One second, the man was trying to kill him, and the next he's crying into his neck like a baby?!

The ringing began to fade as his body started to receive much needed oxygen. He could hear Heero babbling brokenly into his neck.

“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so sorry,” Heero kept repeating against his neck. His hands were clenched around Duo’s upper arms, holding him up with enough force to bruise.

Duo finally regained enough strength to support his own weight and tried to pull away from Heero without losing balance. Heero helped him balance and pulled back to frantically look him over, unable to meet Duo’s eyes. He reached towards Duo’s face to undo the harness holding the o-ring and muzzle in place. Duo instinctively flinched back from Heero’s touch, fear and panic clear in his eyes and the cry that tore out of his raw throat.

“I know, Duo,” Heero choked out, “I’m so sorry, but I need to touch you to get this shit off of you. Fuck!” Heero squeezed his eyes shut in regret when Duo flinched at his angry expletive. “I’m sorry. God, I can’t tell you how sorry I am… Please, will you let me take these off of you? Or would it be better for you if I got Quatre or someone here, instead?”

Duo shook his head emphatically. No way in hell was anyone else going to see him like this. He would just have to do as he had been doing his whole life, and just roll with the punches. He took a deep breath and looked up at Heero, eyes resolute. He forced his body not to flinch this time when Heero reached towards his face. He stayed silent and held himself so still that not even a tremble went through his body as Heero also removed the ropes from his body. The moment he was free from the restraints, though, he jumped back from Heero, backing away as far as he could. Heero made no move to stop him, just hanging his head in shame.

“What the fuck, Yuy?” Duo spat, voice a rough rasp from the abuse it had gone through. “What the hell was that?” He did his best to ride the anger instead of falling into the fear. He slowly made his way over to the corner where he could see his clothes laying in a crumpled heap.

“It may have been part of my conditioning,” Heero mumbled. “I thought that I had all of that resolved in therapy, but when you said that you— When you told me, it was like something in my brain just flipped and all I could think about was how much I needed to make sure that you could never lo—feel that way for me again. I’m so sorry, this still doesn’t excuse what I did to you. I should have been able to do something to resist the conditioning, to resist hurting you, but it’s like my mind went someplace else once you said…that. I’m so sorry, Duo. I’m so sorry that I’m such a monster.”

Duo took deep breaths as he pulled his clothes on. As much as he wanted to stay in his hurt and anger, as much as he <i>deserved</i> to, he recognized that tone of voice Heero was speaking in. The last time he heard that tone had been a few weeks after Marimeia’s uprising, when Heero had been struggling with the things that he had done during the war. He had spoken to Heero on the phone one night, and while the words had all been right, something had not felt right to him. He had been so bothered by it that he immediately went and broke into Heero’s apartment. He found Heero sitting in his bathtub, staring down the muzzle of his gun.

As much as he was angry, as much as he was hurt, as much as he had been terrified out of his goddamned mind…he couldn’t lose Heero over the sick mind fuckery that the scientists put him through. So while all he really wanted right now was to be able to release his anger and hurt onto Heero…he just took a deep breath and put a muzzle on it.

“It’s okay, Heero. Well, no, it’s not okay yet, I’m not okay yet. But I understand and I don’t blame you. This wasn’t your fault. This is that bastard J’s fault. You’re just a victim of his conditioning. We might not be okay right now, buddy, but we will be. We’ll make an appointment with Sally. She’ll get you fixed up.”

Heero’s face crumpled and he made an aborted move to reach out to Duo like he normally would when overwhelmed by his emotions. Duo put the same control over his body and reactions as he did on missions, stepped over to Heero, and pulled him into a hug. He cradled the back of Heero’s head in his hand, gently running his fingers through the thick brown hair as Heero collapsed against him, sobbing.

“It’s okay, buddy, it’s okay,” Duo said softly, catching the scent of musk and gunpowder from the top of Heero’s head, wondering if that scent would ever get back to meaning comfort and safety to him, hoping that someday it would stop reminding him of waking up naked and restrained, forced to nearly choke to death on the dick of the man he loved. “It’s okay.”

I may run and I may hide, but I never tell a lie.

What a load of bullshit.

[hypvalsqr]

more of my battlemage thoughts

Atop the cliffs a ratty girl tapped its fingertips together in a rhythmic pattern and the ambient lightning around her hands crackled.

I just have to keep waiting, it thought, I've done so good and my leyline is almost burnt out. Surely Miss will let me go home soon.

The scrawny battlemage had been perched atop this earthen spire for nearly 65 hours now. It was customary for Overseers to send their units on long missions or to have them maintain long solo vigils. This particular battlemage was posted south of some portal or reality rift business that her owner was handling. It was this units job to take care of any stragglers.

She didn't need any food or drink thanks to a technique she'd picked up from a traveling monk. If she maintained the proper breathing technique then she could synthesize her own aether and mana to keep her energized. It also kept her on edge, and twitchy. She had nothing left to do but sit here and wait. It reached out a fuzzy mystic claw into the currents surrounding it. Looking for any thread of magic, and pulses from the biosphere, any- {there}

It's arm shot straight out to the northwest in the direction of a prowling gnoll. The vision came to her beneath the bough of an elm, between a mossy boulder and the flap of a butterfly wing.

Ah, so it was the precognition that caught it in the end. Her thoughts came several seconds after her body and magic circuits had already kicked into motion. Her hand pulled sharply back towards her chest and from the skies a hammer of lightning fell and rent a point in space apart. When the two halves of reality slammed back together a bang of thunder loud enough to shatter rock turned the gnoll into a wet pile of meat.

The somatic kickback from her magic finally reached her and zapped down her spine, knocking the wind out of her. Luminescent blue liquid drooled from the sides of her mouth. Overhead the clouds swirled into the beginnings of a storm. Stone pressing sharply into her fingers brought her back to reality. It was an electric bundled bomb of pleasure, mana, and agony that needed release soon or she might just explode and take half of the county with her. Finally release came.

"Good girl! That looks like the last one, you go ahead and return to the tower. I'll clean you up sweetness."

A smile and tears rushed to the battlemage's face. It tapped the gem on its collar with its middle finger and felt the teleportation sickness take over. She fell face first onto stone and vomited up a swirling purple ichor onto the brickwork. Then it lay there unmoving. It waited, obediently, for what felt like eternity. Just when she couldn't handle another second away from her Overseer she finally felt the warm touch of a hand on her spine. The witch picked up the feeble husk of mage from the floor and cooed.

"You poor thing," she preened over every inch of her weapon, "Singed tendons, overfiring neurons. Your runic circuitry needs a rewrite too. Maybe I pushed you too hard. No matter. I can put you back together." She carried her battlemage to a chamber lit by the soft glow of crystallized mana. In the center of the chamber was a pool of liquid mana in a massive bath of solid gemstone. The Overseer stripped her battlemage of its armor. She snapped her fingers and her robe turned wispy and transparent allowing her to simply step through it. The ghost of her robe waited patiently for her frozen in space.

Finally the battlemage felt the relief of healing waters touch its skin. Her Overseer lowered her gently into the waters and ran her hands over her body to take full stock of any physical injuries, damage to the aura, enchantments who's ties had loosened. Her hands worked slowly down her chest and between her legs. A desperate moan escaped the girls mouth.

"Shh, sweetheart. Just relax. Lean back and let me fix everything."

[mickisqueer]

Dan, the dominant in this story, brings his hound into bed to help him use his submissive, Katherine. This story has a d/s dynamic on the more gentle, verbally lovey tone.

Content warnings: Bestiality, bondage, mention of drugging a drink

Once the blindfold went on I knew this was going to be one of our prenegotiated scenes. The blindfold was the cue we used for that, I just didn’t know which one it would be. 

My body shivered. Ideas all raced through my head of what the scene could be. I flashed on every conversation we’d had, each fantasy we’d revealed to each other. The latest one we planned was him spiking my drink at a bar. There was one from a while back about him loaning me out to another man, but no— we were home. In our bed. Which scene was set here? 

He moved his hands from my face to glide down my arms. I was already laid on our bed with my arms resting comfortably above my head. He calmly tied my wrists to the headboard with satin cloth. I wrapped my hands around the ties, feeling the pillows I laid on, experimenting with my range of motion. 

I heard him walk down to the foot of the bed and he spread my thighs apart, revealing my pussy to him. I wished I could see his smile. He always smiled looking at his property.

I didn’t say a word as he handled my legs, positioning them how he wanted them in the rig we had attached to the four-poster bed. I breathed shallowly, anticipating the pending surprise. 

“Comfortable?” He asked, and I could hear the smile now. 

“Yes,” I breathed, giddy and nervous. 

“Nervous?” 

“Yes.”

“Excited?”

“Yes.”

“Good. What’s your safe word?”

“Red.”

“Good girl. Are you ready for your surprise?”

“Yes.”

And with that he left. I heard the creak of the hardwoods and the click of the door closing behind him. 

I wondered how long he would leave me here. Just long enough to get whatever he had prepared? Or longer to build anticipation? Or nearer to forever, to test me?

In no more than minute I heard footsteps and a soft metal rattle approaching down the hallway. I froze because it couldn’t be. I barely remembered telling Dan this fantasy, drunk as I was when I confessed it. It was something taboo enough I had never uttered it while sober. 

The door opened and in came Dan’s beloved hound, Rocco, collar tinkling that metal sound. I knew Dan was right behind him. Rocco jumped right onto the bed and walked around, sniffing my skin. He settled across my stomach the way he liked, and Dan moved to untie my hands. 

“C’mon sweetie, pet our dog.” 

Once my hands were free I did, stroking Rocco’s head and scratching his ears the way he liked. I smiled, feeling at home. But my legs stretched out above me helped me remember what we were doing here. 

As I pet our dog, Dan lowered himself to my pussy and began to eat me out. It wasn’t the best angle, but we both knew this setup was temporary. He traced circles with his tongue and varied his speed, long strokes and quick licks. I began to instinctively move my fingers along Rocco’s fur in time with Dan’s movements. Just when the experience started to blend together, when I relaxed into the feelings of comfort and familiarity of Dan’s sex and Rocco’s warmth, Dan’s mouth left me. 

“You’re ready.” He pronounced and I fought my mind to return to the here and now. He retied my hands and as I left my pleasure haze my heart started racing. I was filled with embarrassment at what was to come — what he’d pronounced me ready for. What id asked him to do to me. 

I was scared I’d like it, embarrassed to have asked for it, but the humiliation was what it was all about. I was starting to see myself from a third point of view: naked on this bed, my boyfriend standing above me, gazing at my vulnerable body, about to unleash his highly-trained dog to devour me. It was the biggest taboo we’d explored yet. 

“Rocco, here boy.” He commanded. I was still blindfolded but I imagined Dan pointing at the sport where Rocco walked to: right between my legs.

I heard Rocco breathing softly, and felt his breath touch my spread pussy. 

I wondered if Dan would ask if I was ready for the next step. He didn’t. He carried forward and I didn’t tell him no. Because I was ready. I loved this pace and I wanted him in charge. I needed to be here, the object on his bed allowing him to use my body as he saw fit.

“Rocco, nuzzle.” 

And will that command, Rocco’s wet nose pressed up against my clit. With all the prep work Dan had done I was hard and ready. The sensation was gentle but firm. I felt the press as Rocco moved around, bumping up against delicate parts of my pussy, my folds, the hood of my clit. It was searching, experimental. I knew the dog didn’t think of it like that but I did. Like teenagers feeling each other up for the first time. 

I heard “Rocco, lick.” And my wandering thoughts were abruptly cut off. The dog’s rough, wide tongue was sliding against my exposed labia and touching the opening to my vagina. I started to feel a growing sense of pleasure, rather than noticing the individual points he was hitting. My breath quickened and Rocco kept lapping away at his toy. 

“Dan, I need more.”

“Yes, baby.” 

“I need need more.” 

“Yes, baby.” 

I heard a drawer open. Then the cap of a bottle of lube. Thank god, I thought.

Rocco was licking my clit and my mound in big sloppy strokes. I felt so dirty. So used, so good. 

The wet dildo slid inside me and it was bliss. I squeezed around it, trying to get off. With the stimulation to my clit and a dildo to clench I knew I could do it. I wanted it. I wanted a dirty orgasm. I wanted Dan to watch me writhe on the bed beneath his dog. 

“Not so fast, sweet girl.” And he pulled out the dildo. I screamed a frustrated cry, “No ugh, Dan!”

“Yes baby,” he was calm and composed as ever. 

“I need it.” I said on an exhale, “I need it back.” 

“You need a dick back inside you because I trained my dog to eat your pussy so well you’re going to come from it. 

“Yes!”

“Yes?”

“Yes yes yes!” I said louder, ready to beg more, “Please please fuck me Dan.”

“I want you to watch me fuck you.” So he walked to the headboard and commanded, “Rocco, halt.” 

I felt the bed shift as Rocco sat back on his hind legs. The ties around my wrists and eyes fell away. I kept my eyes closed for a moment longer— catching my breath and savoring the moment of rest. I heard the drawer, the lube bottle. 

When I opened my eyes, Dan was standing at the foot of the bed, larger dildo in hand, looking right at me. 

“I want you to put that in me, I really do, but tell me, how the hell did you put this together?”

“We practiced.” Dan shrugged vaguely. 

“On what?” I said, incredulous. 

“The sex doll.” Dan cocked his head to the side, “though he’s much more enthusiastic about your pussy than the doll.” 

I laughed the situation was so absurd. But I was having fun. I was ready to get back into it but I needed one more thing. 

“Lower my legs, please babe.”

“Of course, baby.” And he proceeded to gently and slowly undo my legs and lower them to the bed. 

“It felt great but I’m at my limit in that position.”

“I want you to bend them for me, feet flat on the bed. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, that’s comfortable.” 

“Good girl. I want you exposed.” He slipped a pillow under my low back to give himself better access to me. “Keep going?” He asked.

“Keep going.” I affirmed. 

He commanded, “Rocco, come,” and we were back. I felt my adrenaline spike again. 

“Rocco, lick.” We went straight into it. We stayed with Rocco licking my clit, my labia, my entrance. I felt like the dog sped up and Dan asked, “You want it back in, baby?” 

“Yes, yes fuck!” 

He moved the bigger dildo inside me and stroked me with it so I was being touched inside and out. The sensations built. 

“Dan!” I let out a shout, feeling so so close. 

“I want you to say his name. Call out my dog’s name as you come baby.”

So I obediently held onto our dog’s fur as I came, screaming for him. Bucking my pelvis to his snout, pushing my pussy into his tongue for more contact and the dildo slid in and out. Making my Master proud.