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dollwritesarchive · 3 years ago

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Ooohhh looking forward to the Sukuna stuff! He's like the man you definitely shouldn't want but at the same time you can't help yourself you know? I feel like he's whisper the dirtiest things to me.

i hope you don’t mind but as soon as i read this ask i had to write something, bubs!

warnings : dark fic, noncon and abusive behavior ( don’t read if dark content is triggering for you 🥰 ), blood, bondage, sukuna being a menace, suggested overstimulation & blackout, forced cock worship, degradation, lotsa dirty talk. all characters portrayed are 18+, including the reader

“Don’t tell me—“ his baritone was a thunderous rumble against the shell of your ear so hot and full of rage that you crumble in submission, shying away from it with a pathetic whimper, “that’s all the fight you had left?” he chuckles when he feels you writhe in a fruitless attempt at an escape, and it’s raspy and wicked, and the claws at your throat dig in, piercing soft, sweat-sheened flesh to pull you upright against his hardened chest. the heat of the blood bubbling to the surface sears your skin as it skates down over your clavicle, mixing with perspiration clinging in droplets to you, and before long you couldn’t tell the difference between the two. were you soaked in carmine or were you just so slick with sweat that it felt like you were dripping? you choke out a soft plea, but it’s too garbled to be recognized as much more than a babble. “And here, I thought you��d pose a real challenge, that breaking you would be difficult.” you can feel the grin he wears as he hisses into your ear, “but I’m watching you now— limp and impaled on my cock, and it’s clear just how easy to shatter you really are. Like a little, glass doll.”

your back arches as taut as you could force, trying to push his girth from its nesting place deep in your body, but he’s too thick— he has you stretched around him, and the wiggling you’re doing is only begging for him to push you down flush against his pelvis, which he does with a menacing grunt, and you cry out— filled with every inch.

“What’s the matter, hm?” Sukuna teases, teeth grazing your cheek. “This fragile body of yours aching? Screaming? You feel like you’re about to bust open?” you nod, eyelids fluttering behind the blindfold, soaked with old tears. “Then why is your cunt so fucking wet?” he practically roars with laughter, “I’ve never felt such a slippery, greedy hole! Why don’t you listen? Hear you soak me?” humiliation creeps to the surface of your countenance in heat waves, and you were grateful he couldn’t see the way your eyes rolled. the sounds were disgusting— squelching as he bounced you atop his powerful lap, your cunt weeping for him, wet skin slapping his thighs until you’re lightheaded.

“I don’t…” you wanted to scream that you didn’t want this at the top of your lungs, but Sukuna was right: the fight had quite literally been fucked out of you, and all you could do was sag on his lap and take it, legs spread over his knees, trembling, “fuck…” you pull at the restraints keeping your arms tightly bound behind you, and your palms try to push against his rippling abdomen, hoping to push yourself free of this delicious, sinful abuse, but your strength is no match for his. you should’ve known that. still, you knew that you were close to another climax, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. “When I— get out of this…”

“Hm?” Sukuna encourages, rocking his hips furiously to meet yours, “What will you do, exactly? You’re weak. Worthless as a jujutsu sorcerer. At the very least, you should be thanking me for finding a use for you—“ his grip on your throat tightens until you croak and spasm, an orgasm unraveling within you. it was one of many that he’d ripped from you, whether you wanted to admit it or not, but you couldn’t hold it in. “A breathing fucksleeve to keep my cock warm.” you shake your head, gurgling in protest, but he laughs again, letting go of your throat. you slide from his lap and collapse on the floor between his feet with a weak thud, your slick gushing on to the floor. you’re lucky you didn’t fall face first into the ground, but instead jammed your shoulder against his knee, falling back against it, panting. each inhale of oxygen burned your lungs and you sputter helplessly. “Hold on to those fractured pieces of your reluctant spirit,” he croons, claws delving against your scalp to grasp a fistful of your roots and drag you closer, smearing his cock, mighty and still hard and throbbing, over your open mouth. you can taste your own pleasure, and you cinch your mouth shut as he rubs the length against your swollen tiers, grunting. “Like it or not, you’re mine now. A god’s whore. I’ll fuck you every day until you’re bruised, torn, slipping in and out of consciousness, just to see your mind start to crumble away. Piece by piece, bit by little, fucking bit, I’ll shred you like parchment, until your old self is gone— and all that’s left is a set of holes that gets off on the pain I inflict; shit, you’ll beg me to hurt you over and over again. Just you wait and see how much prettier you are when you’re ruined and leaking my cum from every hole.”

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #sukuna smut #dark!sukuna #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryoumen x you #sukuna ryoumen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years ago

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Kinktober Day 7: Free Use

SUMMARY// Bucky is easily distracted

WARNINGS// smut, cursing, unprotected sex, free use kink (consentual), light praise kink, hand around throat, not choking, just around the throat

AU// roommate!bucky x f!reader

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Moodboard by// @samhainduchess

It had only been a week since the conversation with Bucky about him taking you anytime and place he wanted while at home- and he took complete advantage of the opportunity.

The moment you'd walk in the door from work or going to the store, you'd go to change into one of his shirts. Deciding underwear were pointless since they'd end up pooled at your feet, or torn into pieces when Bucky was feeling extra impatient to bury himself in the warmth of your walls.

Taking enjoyment in the way you turned into a trembling mess under his touch, whether he caught you off guard or not.

A lot of times you hadn't made it through cooking dinner. Bucky pressing in close behind you to shut the stovetop off before easing into you. But, this time you had just finished cleaning the table. Bucky distracted by the way the flimsy shorts you wore kept riding up as he tried to wash dishes.

Quickly shutting the water off to press his metal hand to the spot between your shoulderblade. "Bucky, the dishes." you said with a light laugh, hands going flat against the wooden surface.

"I'll do 'em later." He mumbled, tugging the loose shorts so they'd easily fall to pool at your ankles.

A sharp gasp passed your lips when Bucky snapped his hips into yours, filling you to the brim in one swift movement. The stretch bringing a light sting like it had most of the other times.

Bucky's hands pressed flat to the tabletop beside yours, head already feeling fuzzy from the vigorous pace as the hard edge of the table dug into the fronts of your thighs.

The table would've moved with each punishing thrust if it hadn't been flush against the wall, your head lulling forward when a large, warm hand curled around your shoulder. Lips latching to the dip of your neck.

"Buck- neighbors." You panted out between moans, getting a low growl in response. "Don't care. Let 'em hear how fuckin' filthy you are."

You whimpered when his hand slipped from your shoulder to wrap around your neck, tilting your head back so he could see your fucked out expression. "Always s'fuckin' ready for me- aren't ya, dollface." Bucky grunted, metal hand moving to grip your hip harshly. A series of strained moans pouring pass your lips from the angle your head was tilted. "My filthy girl."

Bucky groaned when your walls clenched, squeezing the flesh of your ass in his bionic hand. "Don't cum, yet." A pitiful whine pulled from your throat. Squirming in his grasp in attempt to hold off the bubbling pressure.

"Beg for it, sugar." He panted, a cocky smirk tugging his lips as he moved his hand from your neck to grip your other hip.

Your head fell forward again, shamelessly repeating 'please let me cum' until it was nearly a sob. Bucky's hips slamming into yours harder, cock dragging against your walls in a way that had you screaming his name until it was drowned out by the dull ringing in your ears. Unable to register the filthy praises that rolled off of his tongue as he fucked you through the afterglow.

"S'tight, dollface. Still fuckin' milkin' my cock- Good girl." He grunted, thrusts stuttering as he spilled into you with a rumbling moan.

You kept your eyes closed for a moment. Feeling his thick around wrap around your waist as he dipped his head down to nose at your jaw. Cock still buried in your spasming walls as it softened, mixed release leaking onto the insides of your thighs.

"Let's take a shower, I'll do the dishes after."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #roommate!bucky fluff #roommate!bucky smut #roommate!au #roommate!bucky #free use kink

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friendlylocalwhumper · 3 years ago

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“It’s alright. Shh, you’re okay. You’ll be okay. It’ll all be over soon.”

He’s been searching for a good one to kill for months now. One that he’d like to see fading, whose eyes are pretty and hold a spark that he can put out. Over the years the kills have become less and less satisfying. This one will be fun, though - sandy hair with spurts of gray, sad blue eyes, muscled arms and shoulders that aren’t large but rounded slightly with subtle strength. This one is pretty. Not as young as he used to seek out, but the Hunter isn’t so young either, anymore.

There is a knife buried in the man’s side, and the Hunter’s hands wrapped around his neck. His soon-to-be latest kill is trying to gasp, his lips moving. They always beg in the end, unless there’s something hard and cold where their heart once was.

The tears in the corners of his victim’s eyes, and his grip on the wrists so close to his neck, and the force with with he kicks to struggle free - all of it feels just a little wrong. Off-center from the fantasies of a bored serial killer longing for a new victim. Nick tries and fails to ignore the itching of old scars under his shirt.

Fingers losing their white-edged color with the force he’s using to strangle the man, the Hunter frowns at the whispers that have been lent some volume. He leans in, still relishing the feeling of a throat trapped under his palms, and listens.

“-ave… -ave… a li-, a little…”

His grip slips further. The blond man gasps and coughs, chest heaving for air. The struggle isn’t even all that gorgeous. “What? What are you trying to say?”

He’s almost dead. He was halfway there, spasming and losing the light in his eyes. The Hunter should’ve finished the job… but he still can, once he just hears what the pretty man was trying to say.

“That - that - I have a baby,” Croaks the man who’s lucky to be alive. Now that he has a chance to speak again, after being so close to losing it forever, his words come in an avalanche. “A baby, my first, and I want, nnnh, I want, want ten more, now that I know him, his mom’s beautiful and he’s got, Jesus fuck don’t kill me, I’ve gotta see his little toes again, he’s so small and I don’t know how I made him, made little toes with the smallest little toenails, the size of a ri-, a grain of rice, and he’s warm and we didn’t name ‘im yet because he’s too perfect for a name and we just stare at him and I stare at her and he’s got her nose and if I die I won’t get to, to hold, I won’t get to hold…”

Tears and snot run down the man’s face. Deep pain twists in Nick’s gut at the thought that this man isn’t crying for himself, but for a little person that he made who will cry harder if this guy never makes it back home.

His hands flex, trying to get back to the strangling, and his victim yelps in despair, but he can’t follow through. Fingers losing their tension again, Nick growls in frustration. It’s not right for this man to die here. It feels like a truth that’s annoying and obvious and it can be ignored, but it won’t change.

“I’ve heard this lie before,” He rumbles in a threat that is met with more tears. He says it even though he knows it wasn’t a lie. When his hands slide up to find the man’s temples and push magic into his head, the Hunter isn’t surprised to find horror and fear and panic, and then behind the bright emotions, deeper love. He’s disheartened but not surprised to find recent memories of little feet and bubbly giggles and a woman asleep with hair strewn over a pillow that this man watched for hours instead of sleeping himself.

He’s been waiting for months for a good one. The tragedy of this death could turn sweet instead of sour, his last dying breath and final whimpers could be a thrill. Could be. But it feels wrong, it feels so wrong and Nick is nearly ill with how much devastation he could cause just by strangling this man until he shudders one last time and then goes still.

As if the man is growing hotter and is slowly beginning to burn the hands on him, the Hunter pulls his touch away and climbs off his victim. On his way he pulls the knife free and watches hot blood spill, deciding after a moment that the wound won’t drain enough to kill the father.

The man is sobbing quietly, eyes shut, reeling from being seconds from death and having his mind torn into by magic. The killer stands with a disgruntled sigh.

“Go on and leave, when you can manage to. Up the stairs and out the door. Don’t tell anyone I have mercy like this. And don’t you ever let someone like me take you away from him.”

#whump #drabble #mine #the hunter #choking #death tw #captivity #torture #the hunter is a creepy and scary man #i was struck by the inspiration to write the first hints of how he changes over time #how it changes him to see lux grow older and heal #intimate whumper #knife #blood

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Stuck - Part 2

Summary: Following the development in your relationship from maid x client, you visit Agent Walker on his invitation, with no false pretences of what is expected

Pairing: August Walker x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Mission Impossible: Fallout.

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, sex toys, dildo’s, butt plugs, masturbation, voyeurism, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, Sugar Daddy relationship, (no use of ‘Daddy’ as a petname)

I do not operate a tag list, however please follow @angryschnauzerwrites and put that blog onto notifications. That way you’ll get an alert every time i post anything. Part 1 can be found HERE, Masterlist can be found on AO3 link HERE All typos are allowed to run wild and free

Stuck - Part 2

Ringing the doorbell you heard footsteps this time, and were able to prepare yourself for Mr Walker opening the door - or so you thought. When the door swung open you could not have prepared yourself for the sight of him in smart black pants and a crisp grey button down shirt, the top couple of buttons opened to reveal a teasing glimpse of chest hair, his tie hanging loose and unfastened around his neck. He looked you up and down, taking in how your breasts were pushed a little higher, your ass a little rounder from the way the heels made you stand, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stepped to one side;

“Please, do come in”

As you stepped past him you caught a waft of his aftershave, dark and musky, a hint of sandalwood and rosemary. You stood fidgeting, glancing around the apartment and seeing that it was sparkling clean, telling you that you’d be earning your money a different way today. You didn’t mind, not in the slightest. The $2000 tip he’d given you on your last visit had paid your credit card bill and you’d been able to make your rent on time for the first time in months.

When the parcel had arrived on your doorstep a week ago with a note from Mr Walker you’d quickly glanced around the hallway, no courier or delivery guy having been seen, almost nervous to find what was inside. When you had opened the parcel it had felt like christmas morning, so many little treats all individually wrapped, a note from the high end lingerie store saying that they hoped you enjoyed the parcel. That night you’d tried on the exquisite underwear set, marvelling how the bra gave you the most amazing cleavage, the half cups ending just at the right place for your nipples to peek over the top of the lace. The panties had looked innocent enough from the front, but at the back it was a series of elastic straps that caged in your ass, the crotch non-existent and it gave you no false pretenses about what they were intended for. Having unpacked all the other treats - lipstick, perfume, bath bombs and scented skin oil, your favourite chocolates - you came upon one final gift and an envelope. Opening the parcel first you let out a small squeak when you saw the heart shaped jewel shine in the light from your lamp, the heavy metal of the plug smooth and cool in the palm of your hand. Grabbing the envelope you opened it, your hands shaking;

“Enjoy your gifts. I’ll make a booking soon. August x”

Back in MR Walker’s apartment you were distracted as he stood behind you, the only tell that he was there was the sudden feel of body heat warming your back even though he wasn’t touching you. When he finally spoke his voice was low and quiet;

“You can back out now and there will be no hard feelings. But if you want to stay and continue i can guarantee it will be worth your while in so many ways. So, what will it be?”

You could feel your hands shaking with nerves, hell, even excitement. Taking a deep breath you slid one foot back and moved until your ass was pressing against Mr Walkers crotch;

“I’d like to stay please. I very much enjoyed the gifts, Sir”

“Good girl”

He wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you flush with his chest as his lips found your neck, working his tongue and teeth over your jugular as his hands gripped at your hips before moving to the zipper on the back of your dress. The metallic rasp of it being pulled down filled the hallway, the cool air hitting your heated skin soon soothed as he trailed his fingertips down the exposed deep v of skin. Pushing the formal maid’s dress down your shoulders you let it fall to the floor, the deep groan of appreciation that rumbled up through his throat making your body tingle with excitement.

“You look fantastic, i made the right choice with this set” he took hold of your asscheek; “Are you wearing all of it?”

Bending a little at the waist you pushed your ass out and felt as he pushed his hand between your legs, first touching your pussy before moving back and pressing against the jewel of the plug;

“Hmmmn very good. My good girl follows instructions well. Now put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out a little more”

“Yes Sir”

Stepping out of your dress you turned and laid your palms flat on the board and batten walls, this time the sound of a smaller zipper filling the silence before your legs were kicked apart and a hand pressed against the small of your back. Bending your spine you pushed your ass out, gasping as you felt the thick blunt tip of his cock nudging against your swollen petals, searching, seeking out its destination before pushing in fully in one firm thrust.

“Fuck. Your pussy is as tight as i remembered” he muttered behind you, yet you were unable to respond, your body tensing around the deep penetration that felt so good. You felt him spread his legs and set off at a brutal pace, fucking into you from behind, with each thrust his pelvis would push the plug into your ass stimulating you even more.

There were no words, just grunts and moans, and you could feel your legs starting to shake as an orgasm approached rapidly;

“I’m coming…”

“Not yet you aren’t… you’ll come when i tell you to come”

“”Yes… Sir…”

Gritting your teeth you tried to will the building orgasm to subside, but the way you were being fucked made it hard. Your left leg started to shake violently as you tried to hold back, Mr Walker ramming into you from behind before he finally grunted;

“Cum for me now”

You didn’t think you could orgasm on demand, but as you relaxed just the tiniest amount the levy broke and you came around his cock. That in turn set his orgasm off, and you were pushed against the wall as he came deep inside you, thrusting harshly into you as you felt him spasm deep within your walls.

When he pulled out you winced, quickly closing your legs as you felt his seed already start to drip out of you, and as he tucked himself back into his dress pants he winked;

“Good girl. Keep me inside” he reached for your hand; “Now come, a glass of champagne”

He led you to the large lounge, the pristine white leather couches and the soft net curtains giving the room a bright yet muted appearance. One wall was completely made up of floor to ceiling mirrors, and there were just a few houseplants scattered around the place to break up the stark white of the room.

“Sit” he called out from the kitchen before you heard the quiet pop of the cork.

“But… i’ll make a mess of your leather…” you called back, only to hear his voice as he approached holding two glasses of the golden frizzante.

“Doesn’t matter. For what i have planned you’ll be making even more of a mess than just a smear of my cum”

He handed you the glass and gently tapped his own against it before raising it to his lips, you followed and hummed as the bubbles smoothed over your tongue. He cocked his head and smiled, yet it felt like the look a viper would give its prey before it struck;

“Now, i said sit”

You did as he instructed, perching your ass on the edge of the couch before remembering the plug and wincing as you moved back slightly so you could sit on the whole of your buttocks to relieve some of the pressure in your ass.

Mr Walker hadn’t moved, and you were now eye level with his crotch, the outline of his cock clear to see as the fine fabric clung to him. Licking your lips you quickly sipped at your glass again before he tucked a finger beneath your chin to pull your gaze up to his face;

“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting another load soon… i have something else planned first… tell me a little about yourself…”

He stepped away and you watched him as he moved around the room, picking up a gift box and setting it down on the low table in front of you just out of reach, but saying nothing until he sat on the couch opposite you;

“I asked you to tell me about yourself…”

Stumbling on your words you tried to explain a little, unsure if he wanted a professional or a personal explanation, your arrangement seemingly a mixture of the two already. He sat with one leg hooked at an angle over the other knee, quietly sipping his champagne, his gaze intense as it never left you once. Finally he cleared his throat;

“Would you like to open your gift?”

Reaching to set your glass down, you took the box and rested it on your knees, pulling off the ribbon and lifting the lid, the gasp that fell from your lips immediately followed by a grin and somewhat unladylike snort of laughter, before focusing back on what was contained;

“Oh my god…”

Glancing up you saw Mr Walker eyeing you suspiciously, before you wrapped your hand around the contents and pulled it from the packaging, laying it across both of your palms as you gazed down at the heavy rubber dildo. It was so detailed, every vein and ridge perfectly formed, before a thought suddenly struck you and your eyes went wide;

“Is this… is this you?”

“I had it cast just for you” he settled both feet flat on the floor and you watched as he settled comfortably, his thighs wide apart; “Why don’t you give it a test run? Show me how well you take it?”

For a moment you simply held it, wide eyed at the thought of performing such an intimate act, but shook that thought from your mind as you settled back against the cushions, hooking both feet onto the edge of the low glass table in front of you, your heels hanging over the edge as you parted your thighs and trailed a hand down to your core, rubbing against the wet lace that was soaked from Mr Walker fucking you just a few minutes before. Lifting the dildo you considered it for a moment before spitting on it, bringing your soaked hand up and working the combined wetness over the thickness, pulling your panties to one side and resting the wide tip at your entrance.

Looking up you maintained eye contact as you carefully pressed the first couple of inches in and breached your tight entrance, your jaw falling slack as you felt the familiar yet different stretch. You carefully worked the rubber phallus back and forth, pushing a little more each time, helping to lubricate the shaft with your own essence as it filled you. When it was inserted enough you grasped the heavy ballsack, your other hand teasing your nipples as they peeked over the lace of your bra, trailing it down to your panties to rub at your engorged clit.

Working your body in the same way you had done so many times in private, thinking of Agent August Walker - even before your first sexual encounter with him - it was now surreal as you watched him palming himself through his clothing as you fucked yourself with the rubber imitation of him.

You could feel yourself getting close, the air in the room thick with lust as the only sounds were heavy breathing and the wet sounds coming from between your legs, when he called out;

“Stop”

With a whine you did. Pausing, waiting for his instruction;

“Take it out and stand”

The obscene sucking squelch as you removed the dildo from your aching core filled the room, before you set it down on the box and stood on shaky legs.

“Come here”

Your legs felt like jelly, crossing the room and standing before him, watching as he parted his legs further to make room for you;

“What would you like me to do Sir?”

“On your knees”

Settling obediently between his thick thighs, you were grateful for the extra long pile rugs beneath you cushioning your knees, resting your hands cautiously on his muscled thighs and looking up at him with wide eyes as he spoke;

“Lets see how good that mouth of yours is?”

Watching as he unzipped himself, at this angle his dick looked even bigger and more imposing than the feeling of it inside you. Shuffling closer you wrapped your hands carefully around the hot shaft, admiring how he was already rock hard and weeping with need. Leaning in you lapped at the clear bead that had pooled at the tip, tasting both him and yourself on his skin. Licking your lips to lubricate them you took a deep breath and descended on him, his girth stretching your lips almost painfully, working your tongue over the silken flesh. He gently smoothed his thumb over your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even realised you had shed;

“Doing so well Princess… your mouth is as good as your cunt is…” his other hand wrapped in your hair and he started to control your actions, his hips rising in sharp movements as he started to fuck your face. He maintained eye contact as he held your head, moving you how he wanted;

“Cry those tears for me, i know they’re not tears of pain or discomfort… its just overwhelming, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t answer, your mouth and throat too busy being occupied by his heavy flesh, but you nodded and let out a tiny grunt; it felt so good, so depraved to be used like this, and as his thrusts got faster you prepared yourself for what was to come next… but instead at the last moment he pulled you off of him.

Gasping for breath you were wide eyed, no doubt your makeup ruined but in the quiet of his apartment you watched him as he gritted his teeth and regained his composure. Finally he spoke;

“Turn around and sit on my lap… legs together and bounce on my dick”

You stood and turned, backing up and bending over before he pressed a hot palm to your naked thigh;

“Stop. Bend over. Let me look at that silken purse”

Knees together you did as he asked, letting out a gasp as he ran a calloused thumb over the pouting lips of your sex, already swollen from the events that had led to that very moment, and as he teased out your nectar he smeared it on your skin.

“Very nice, holding treasures within…”

Dipping his thumb inside he drew it out and hummed in appreciation at seeing his cum mixed with your own on it, before tugging at the jewel of your plug and smearing his thumb under the rim to your sensitive opening.

“Hmmmn, another treasure waiting to be pillaged… but first…”

He took hold of your hip, pulling you back as he held his dick and lined you up with it, and at that hot searing touch of flesh you gasped. You were more than ready for him, craving his touch, your body accepting him as you stopped holding back and allowed gravity to take over until you were sat flush on his lap, speared deep and aching with need.

His warm hands smoothed over the soft globes of your ass before pushing against you back;

“Bounce for me Princess”

You did as he asked, starting off slow, the warmth of his palm against your back spurring you on as you started to move faster, your pussy dripping around him and with each wet slap of your bodies you knew you’d coated his balls and taint with your juices. On one downward fall you landed hard, groaning as you ground your ass against him and his hands suddenly clamped down on your hips to keep you flush with him;

“Stay”

You felt the tug on the plug in your ass, moaning as you felt it being pulled gently but persistently, moaning as you stretched at the fullest part before the somewhat disappointing relief as it was removed completely. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him set it down carefully on the small table to the side, and grab a small bottle of lube that had been sitting there behind a plant pot. You braced yourself for the inevitable.

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August.

He’d paced the hallways of his apartment from the moment his hidden camera’s had picked up that you’d left your building; checking traffic cam’s and building surveillance to track your progress. He kept telling himself he shouldn’t be nervous; he was in charge and you were simply a plaything… and yet when he’d heard the doorbell ring his stomach had done a little flip and he’d had to take a few seconds to calm his racing heart.

What had followed had been that of his wildest dreams; a woman pliable and willing, and yet still independent with her own thoughts. He’d had women simp over him and he’d had to guide them at every step, weak wristed and prudish with their own sexual desires… but with you… you were different.

For the time that had followed since you’d walked through his door he had told himself he couldn’t get too attached, this was a sexual relationship, one that suited his needs and that he controlled, but with every passing minute he could feel himself falling deeper and deeper.

And now here you were, sat on his lap and he was balls deep inside you, feeling your cunt tremble around his achingly hard dick, and at the sight of your tight back door winking as he’d removed the plug he’d almost blown his load right there and then.

Carefully pouring the thick lube on the crease of your ass he watched for a moment as it slowly ran down, before catching it with his thumb and massaging against your asshole, watching as the stretched muscle accepted him so eagerly. He worked the muscle open, moving from his thumb to two fingers then three, your moans as you accepted him causing him to grit his teeth so not to blow his load right there and then in your unprotected cunt. And he knew you were still unprotected, he’d kept track of your appointments and knew you hadn’t updated your birth control, it had been a mere three weeks since your last visit, and even if you hadn’t figured it out he sure had.

He could feel that you were ready, lifting you up before positioning himself at your prepared hole;

“Just relax Princess, i know you can do it”

He spoke softly, quietly… reassuring you as he watched you slowly stretching around him, and that first inch as he slipped inside you it took all his control not to slam deep inside your guts.

With one hand under your buttcheek he held you up as he could feel your body stretching, growing accustomed to his girth inside you, and as you started to relax he would slip inside a little further.

He was basking in the moment, the lewd and salacious nature of something he had done many times before, yet this time it felt different; the connection was there this time. As his mind reeled from the realisation that this time he was going to have to take into account his own feelings, you turned and grinned at him, and with a sly smirk sank down until you were fully seated with his dick filling your ass;

“OH FUCK…” August cursed, his hands flying to your hips and his head rolling back to rest on the couch as he fought not to blow his load right there and then in the dark recesses of your ass.

Letting out another string of curses, he gritted his teeth and let out a low growl, his eyes dark with desire as he watched you start to bounce up and down on him, his gaze drawn to where your tight hole was stretched so much to accommodate his thick girth. He knew that if you kept bouncing like that he’d cum in seconds, and it was too good to let his body deceive him. Wrapping his arms around your torso he pulled you back;

“Shhhh… slow down Princess…”

You whimpered as he laid you against his chest, his dick slipping out of your ass a little before he bucked his hips and pushed slowly back into you. With one arm wrapped around your torso he trailed the other down your stomach before he sought out your sensitive pearl, rubbing at your clit;

“August…” you whined, feeling the intense pleasure shoot through your body; “I’m gonna cum”

“Don’t… not yet…” he gasped out; “Please… wait…”

“I can’t…”

Your back arched and you felt your mind leave your body for a split second, vaguely aware of the rumble in Mr Walkers chest as your orgasm set off his own, filling your ass with thick ropes of his seed as you lay prone on his chest.

Finally through bliss hazed eyes you turned to look at him, surprised when his lips met yours for a soft kiss. His lips were delicate and you could taste a hint of bourbon lingering on his tongue that the champagne couldn’t mask, the moment only broken by the feel of his softening shaft slipping from your body with a rather graphic squelch.

Now that your bodies were no longer connected he shifted you into his arms as he cradled you in his lap, one strong arm holding you as the other traced patterns over your skin with sensitive fingertips. You watched as he seemingly memorised the plains and curves of your body by feel alone, before he finally spoke;

“Let me run you a bath”

August

He’d carried you to his bathroom, running a deep warm bath as he’d helped you undress, rubbing the balls of your feet and you sighed as the pressure of the day seemed to slip from your mind. After helping you into the bath he’d massaged your shoulders as you’d soaked in the tub, before taking a soft natural sponge and gently washed you.

When the water had started to cool he’d helped you out and gazed as the water droplets had run down your skin, reminding him of a maiden emerging from the sea on a sun kissed island. Wrapping you in an oversized fluffy robe he smiled;

“I’ve set some clothing out for you on my bed, i’ll be right out once i’ve showered”

You nodded and quietly thanked him, and he was finally alone with his thoughts as he quickly stripped and stepped into the large shower enclosure. The water was cold as it shot out of the jets, too impatient to let it warm up as he quickly rinsed the residue of his efforts from his body, his mind pensive as he wondered how he would broach the proposal he had for you. Quickly finishing up he stepped out and roughly dried himself, wrapping a towel around his waist before venturing into his bedroom, smiling to himself as he saw you preening in the mirror;

“Looks good on you”

You turned and smiled at his words and he could have sworn he felt his heart swell just a little more at the look on your face, watching as you bounced across the room and planted a kiss to his lips;

“Thank you…”

He watched as you smoothed a hand over your breasts and down your hips, the expensive loungewear far overpriced but the quality shone through as it clung to your curves. Knowing you were naked beneath it had arousal swelling his length again, but he gritted his teeth to will it away, at least for a while;

“Looks beautiful on you Princess”

Searching through the coffee station in August’s kitchen you found a box of mixed herbals teas, and once you’d figured out his over engineered kettle it was soon warming up to get to a steady boil. Looking around the kitchen you spied the half drunk bottle on the counter, surprised when it stated it was zero alcohol when you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your waist and a mustachioed mouth trace kissed up your neck;

“There’s still champagne…”

His deep voice resonated through your spine, and you slowly spun in his arms before you wrapped yours around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his lips;

“I need something to soothe my throat after all the screaming you made me do”

“Fair enough” he said with a smile, giving your ass a squeeze; “Go take a seat, i’ll bring it over to you”

A few minutes later he set a steaming mug down in front of you, sitting beside you as he cleared his throat;

“I have a proposition for you…”

Blowing on the hot tea you raised an eyebrow as he continued;

“I’d like to keep you”

“Keep me?”

He shifted on his seat;

“I mean… come to an arrangement… an exclusive arrangement”

“So, like a sugar Daddy thing?” you asked

“Yes, as in a kept-woman”

You paused for a moment, considering what he was telling you before gently setting down your tea;

“I like the sound of this, but i want you to be specific with what you mean, what will be provided, and what any repercussions are”

Over the next fifteen minutes he calmly explained that you could give up your other maid jobs, he would pay your rent and expenses, and if you desired so could follow your passion for the arts. He would not expect you to be a live in whore-come-maid, but made it clear he would like a sexual relationship, but only on your terms and with your full consent at every instance.

“How do you feel about that?” he asked as he finally finished detailing what seemed like the dream arrangement.

You smiled at him as you shifted on the seat, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders;

“I think i feel pretty good about it”

Your lips met and the kiss was deep and passionate, bodies entwined and arousal growing when suddenly a loud ringing came from the table, August’s phone furiously vibrating against the glass.

“Fuck… Sorry, i need to get that”

August quickly lifted and set you down on the couch as he stood and answered the phone, listening intently before ending the call with a curt confirmation. Crossing the room he knelt at the side of the couch;

“I’m so sorry, i’ve got to go�� my work…”

“I get it” you interrupted; “I know your line of work means sudden assignments”

“I’ve got to be at the pentagon in an hour, but your place is on the way so i can drop you home, this isn’t how i wanted today to end, but its the job…”

“I understand”

Twenty minutes later you were standing on the sidewalk outside your building, watching as August’s plain black Audi disappeared into traffic, wanting to wave but he’d said not to. Your phone chimed and your eyes went wide when you saw the ‘tip’ he’d given you, more than three months rent and a promise to call when he was off mission. You had never imagined you’d be in this situation, but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity.

What you didn’t see was the person watching you from the shadows, already knowing you were their target, the perfect leverage.

#august walker x reader #august walker fanfic #august walker smut #henry cavill #august walker

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august-bleeds-red · 4 years ago

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A Job Well Done - Part Two

Jason Voorhees, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair and Michael Myers wet their S/O’s whistle (NSFW under the line)

Part One (Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt and Vincent Sinclair) here

Jason Voorhees (2009)

Summer is dying, the leaves changing to auburn and yellow, and Jason’s machete lies forgotten against the maple trunk. The tree stands alone in a large meadow of long grass, painted gold from the fading season, its crimson coat of leaves like fire against the azure September sky.

So many colours, yet the only shade you have eyes for is white.

You trace the patterns of Jason’s mask with your fingertips, like you don’t know them by heart already, couldn’t conjure the image in your mind from anywhere in the world. His hand rests easily on your skirt, the tip of one finger just brushing your thigh. You take his hand in yours and press it against the swell of your chest, leaning forward to plant a kiss at the place on his mask where his mouth would be.

“Jason.”

He’ll never grow tired of hearing his name spoken in your sweet voice. You begin to push your fingers beneath the hockey mask’s edge, pausing to kiss the exposed skin when his body freezes in fear. You’ve only seen his face once before – the first time you met – so you understand his hesitation to allow you a second view. When you get to his mouth, you kiss his twisted lips with enough passion to still his breath, and his hands grip tightly to your upper arms, holding you so close you can feel his heartbeat against your chest. The mask falls to the ground, gazing with empty eyes at the romantic scene playing out next to it. You feel so small, so safe, wrapped in his muscular arms, the heart beating beneath his torn shirt pulsing with vibrant life for you alone. Your hand trails down the bulky layers of clothing and settles on the crotch of his pants, causing him to shift in embarrassment at the hardness beneath. He’s still not used to the idea that his attraction to you won’t be met with disgust on your part. You chuckle and rub a little harder.

“It’s okay, baby.”

Struck by a sudden impulse, you get to your feet and look around the empty field to check that it’s . . . well, empty. The only sounds for miles are the rustling of leaves and the calling of birds; not even the faintest rumble of traffic reaches all the way out here. You pull your dress off in one quick movement, revealing the modest bra and boy-shorts you’re wearing underneath. You’ve never been this exposed under open sky before, and your heart dances as you unlatch the clasp at your back. You stand before him exposed to the world, the sun on your shoulders, the wind gently ruffling your hair. He rises to his full, considerable, height, his eyes never leaving yours, and backs you up against the trunk of the tree. The bark presses into your bare skin, imprinting the soul of the woods onto you as Jason leaves his own marks on the side of your neck.

“Hold still,” you whisper against his ear, dropping to your knees in the damp grass, your fingers already making short work of his belt buckle. He knows what you’re doing, although he can scarce believe it’s really happening. You, so pure, so perfect, blessing him with your beautiful lips and unconditional affection.

He’s even bigger than you thought he’d be. There’s no way you’re going balls-deep with this one, that’s for sure.

“A shower and a grower, huh?” you smirk up at him, appreciating the bashful expression that flits across his features.

He tastes like the wild, of soft earth and clear spring water. He bucks his hips involuntarily and the back of your head bumps the tree behind you, making you wince and rub your scalp. Leaning over slightly, Jason cups the base of your skull, protecting you from further injury.

“So thoughtful,” you smile, returning to your task, the shadow of his large torso now shielding you from any prying eyes. Not that anyone would need two guesses to know exactly what you were doing. You take him in as far as your throat will allow, and then a little further, so you gag a little on the thick head. He moans, deep and long, and you feel a surge of strange power – this giant oak of a man, brought to such tender passion by your hands, by your mouth. You run the flat of your tongue up the underside of his cock, feeling the bumpy veins against your sensitive taste-buds. You imagine how incredible it would feel to have this inside you, to have Jason pumping into you, spilling his seed into you, making you his and his alone.

You can tell he’s trying not to lose control, but his knees are shaking from the exertion of it. You’re determined to snap that final straw. Keeping one hand on his shaft, you lick at his balls, sucking them in and rolling them between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. He braces his free hand against the tree and begins to rock his hips in earnest, and you let your mouth drop open enough for cockhead to slide in and out freely.

He cums almost without warning, just two short spasms of his hips and your mouth is full of bitter-tasting seed, spilling out over your lips and dripping onto your exposed breasts. The sight of you coated with the evidence of his desires is almost too much for him. Swallowing what’s left on your tongue, you smile and wipe your lips as daintily as you can with your fingers.

Jason’s fingers hover over your chest, clearly wanting to help with the clear up but unsure if fondling your breasts is the best way to do it. Collecting as much of the translucent fluid on your finger, you put it to your lips and suck, keeping careful eye contact with the stunned man the entire time. You laugh as he tackles you to the ground, his eager lips already working their way down your body, large hands pushing your legs apart.

Looks like it’s your turn.

Bo Sinclair (warning: Daddy kink)

It’s not often that Bo condemns you to the garage basement, but when he does, you know its going to be a good few hours before you’re released. The man has the stamina of a jackrabbit and can go at least four times before he’s fully satisfied, or at least until he gets hungry and wants supper.

You try not to think of how many less compliant girls Bo has restrained in the chair as he tightens the straps around your wrists. Now that he has you, any victims are given straight to Vincent for the museum, but you know there have been many who have passed through his room first. As you watch him secure your ankles in place, you marvel at how such a beautiful countenance can conceal such a dark and twisted history. But, for your sins (and his), you love him.

“That not too tight for you, is it, sugar?” he asks. “Hate to mar this perfect skin of yours.”

His large hands cover your wrists over the buckles, the sleeves of his shirt riding up just enough for you to see his scars. You shake your head and he flashes a wicked smile. The chair has a crank on its side that adjusts the height, and you can only watch as he turns it round and round, the entire mechanism dropping you further down towards the floor. Ah, so he was in this kind of mood. He’s already undoing his belt, the clinking of metal like an orchestral warm-up to the main event. Lifting one leg high, he plants it firmly on the other side of the chair so he’s basically straddling your shoulders, his head silhouetted against the ceiling light.

“You go ahead and open those pretty lips nice and wide,” he says, stroking his cock languidly and rubbing the tip against your mouth. You know he likes to sing for his supper, likes to work for it a little, so you don’t give up the goods immediately, rolling your head to the side and keeping your lips firmly closed. Bo growls and cups your chin firmly between his fingers.

“I said open,” he squeezes harder and your mouth opens a crack, giving him an in to force his cock onto your tongue and straight to the back of your throat. You cough and splutter a little, but he doesn’t want to break you when you’ve just started playing.

“Y’like that, huh, bitch?” he moans. “Y’like taking daddy’s cock?”

In this space, in this world of just you and him, the words send a thrill right down to your toes. He frames your head with both hands, keeping you in place as he fucks your mouth. The back of your head bumps against the chair and your fingers flex against their bonds.

Bo hisses through his teeth, gripping and releasing your hair as he thrusts. “Fuuuuuck, babe. You feel so goddamn good.”

Reaching behind him, he forces his hand under the waistband of your jeans, two thick digits probing your slit, coming away wet.

“Such an eager slut,” he grins, sucking your juices from his fingers with obscene pleasure. “You’re so wet for my cock in your little whore mouth.”

You whimper around him, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, your tongue slick with precum. His rhythm is becoming more erratic, the dirty names coming thick and fast in the way they always do when he’s about to cum inside any of your holes. In these moments, he might call you a slut, a whore, a filthy bitch, but you’re his, goddamn it, and he’ll mark you as his territory a thousand times to let the whole world know it.

You screw your eyes shut tight as he cums in the back of your throat, forcing his hips as far forward as possible to ensure you can’t spit any of it out. You’re gasping for air when he finally pulls away, mascara smudged under your eyes, your hair tangled from his grasping fingers.

His eyes turn soft as he bends down to kiss you, fingers toying with the straps. “You want outta these?”

You know the answer he wants to hear, and this time, you’re gonna give it to him. His grin turns wolfish as you shake your head.

“That’s my girl.”

Lester Sinclair

“No offense, sweetie,” you say as you pull away from Lester, “but you kinda stink.”

He pulls a face and sniffs unceremoniously under his arms. “Ain’t no worse than Vinny.”

Okay, not true – the worst Vincent smells like is an accident in a Yankee Candle shop. “Well, I don’t share a bed with Vincent. In the tub, mister.”

Since you moved into the Sinclair family home, the extra efforts Lester had made during your courtships seemed to have slipped slightly. Not that you minded, really – you loved him anyway – but it was nice when he wasn’t sporting Eau de Man Smell.

“Tell you what,” you purr, running your fingers down his shirt to rest over his belt buckle. “You hop in that tub, and I’ll do things that Vinny will hear from the House of Wax.”

Like a racoon into a garbage can, Lester rips off his shirt and hops in the direction of the bathroom, one foot already tangled in the leg of his jeans. By the time he emerges, skin pink from the hot water, towel wrapped around his waist, you’re waiting on the bed. His dark eyes sweep over your body, naked and ready for him, and the bed practically bounces off the wall in his eagerness to reach you.

“Lie on your back,” you instruct, pulling the towel apart to reveal his dripping cock. He watches you with thinly-veiled adoration as you start to lick the head, fingers squeezing and rubbing along the shaft.

“Baby,” he strokes your hair and you raise your head to meet his gaze. “Turn ‘round.”

A knowing grin on your face, you swivel to face his feet, giving him a front-row view of your soft, moist slit. His hands on your hips ease you backwards, far enough for his tongue to reach you, and you lean down to take his cock back into your mouth. At this angle, it slips easily to the back of your throat, just big enough to make you gag when you try and hold it there too long. You moan as his warm tongue licks at you, inside you, and the vibration of your voice sends a thrill running through his body. As you bob up and down, licking the head of his cock like a popsicle, he alternates between worshiping the folds of your pussy, and sucking on your clit. The sheer intensity of his administrations combined with the taste of him on your tongue has you almost whimpering with arousal. You take him in as far as you can and swallow around him, making his hips buck and drawing a choke from your throat.

“Ah shit, baby, that’s feels so fucking good,” he moans, breath warm against your sex. You cum first. Lester feels the muscles inside you contracting again and again around his probing tongue, and soon after empties himself into your waiting mouth. Adjusting your position to right-side-up, you snuggle into his side, his arm holding you close, and breathe a contented sigh.

Sure, it might be a little annoying having to remind him to bathe, but if this was the pay-off, it was fucking worth it.

Michael Myers (warning: Michael likes it rough)

As the door slams shut, every muscle in your body tenses in the fight-or-flight response you’ve grown to ignore when around your boyfriend. When he’s in a good or apathetic mood, you never hear him coming, but when his mood turns sour, the foundations of the house rattle.

He’s dripping blood as he looms in the doorway, six-foot-eight of chest-heaving, seething anger. Usually an evening of mindless slaughter is enough to sate him in a dark mood, but when that fails, it comes down to you. You love him – you’ll always love him – but in these moments, you can’t deny the fear that spikes at the back of your neck.

“Hey, babe,” you say, trying to keep your voice light. “You . . . welcome home.”

You try not to wince as the bloodied knife in his hand sails through the air to land with a deadly *THUNK* in the wall behind you, dark crimson oozing down the wallpaper. You’ll have fun trying to explain that to the landlord.

“Michael—”

He crosses the room in three long strides, grabbing you by the elbow and yanking you to your feet.

“Ow! Hey, what’re you—”

Grabbing the back of your head in one enormous hand, he smothers your lips with his, forcing his tongue in deep in a kiss that tastes of blood, his teeth grinding cruelly against your mouth. It has the desired effect, stealing your voice as he drags you through to the bedroom and throws you down onto the bed. Still trying to catch your breath, you watch helplessly as Michael rips down the zip of his jumpsuit, pulling it down over his shoulders. His mask is thrown into a corner of the room, his long hair falling loose around his face. You catch a brief glimpse of his hard, muscular body, straining against the fabric of the black T-shirt he wears underneath, before he grabs a fistful of your hair and wrenches you onto your back, not hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to know you’re to Stay Put. Your head hangs over the side of the bed and, from your upside-down perspective, you can see him working his long, thick cock into hardness.

Oh boy.

You just have time to open your mouth before he’s pushing inside, sliding easily to the back of your throat and then still further. Since you got together, your deepthroating skills have had to evolve quickly. Fisting handfuls of the bedsheets, you catch the smallest of breaths before his pace quickens, fucking your throat as he would your pussy, drawing out those deep, wet choking noises from you that get him even harder. He rumbles deep in his chest, hands wrapped around your throat to keep you in place, thumbs pressing on the spot where he can feel his cockhead bulging against your skin. He pulls out for a moment to let you gasp and cough before plunging in again, one hand at your neck, the other roughly fondling your breasts. You clutch at his thick wrist like a lifeline, nails digging in. Your eyes are streaming, your throat already raw from such a brutal attack, and you know this is just the first of many assaults.

Michael swears under his breath, voice low and animalistic, his body tensing like a marble statue as he cums directly down your throat, the taste barely touching your tongue.

Sinking to his knees beside the bed, you take a moment to catch your breath before rolling over and reaching out a tentative hand. His strong fingers grip yours – to stop you or feel your touch, you can’t tell – dark blond hair obscuring his face. Slowly, he draws your hand to his mouth, not to kiss, but to simply feel against his lips. It’s not always easy, having Michael Myers be the owner of your heart, but you’ve no desire to claim it back. Not when you know, in your soul, that you own his in return. He doesn’t push you away when you stroke his hair, even going so far as to move a little closer.

“It’s okay,” you say, your voice hoarse. “You’re home now.”

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thesightstoshowyou · 4 years ago

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oh my god please the tommy one, my soul has left my body

Your wish is my command ;) Now, I need you all to know that I literally had my husband get out his chainsaw so I could feel how sharp it was just so I could write this fic.

Teeth

Thomas Hewitt x AFAB Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Thomas reclaims what’s his.

Warnings: Dubcon, blood, gore, cannon typical violence, painful sex, hair pulling, exhibitionism, creampie

Luda Mae nods when you point to the cellar. The screaming stopped about ten minutes ago, but you still want to make sure all is well before you leave the safety of the top floor. Her silent affirmation confirms all the travelers had been contained.

Gathering up the trash, you push open the front door. You’re greeted with the chirp of crickets as a blood red sun disappears below the horizon. The rickety porch steps creak under your boots as you descend and move around to the side of the house. The clang of the trash can lid echoes noisily in quiet calm of the countryside.

You jump when the front door bangs open and heavy steps pound down the stairs. Alarmed, you sprint back around to the front, freezing in your tracks when wide, wild eyes fix on you. The blood- soaked young man sobs in relief when he spots you.

“HELP, jesus christ, help me!” he screams, stumbling toward you. His ankle buckles under his weight and he staggers into you. It’s reflexive when you grab him by the shoulders, help him stand, let him put his weight on you. He grips your arm, tries to drag you toward the tree line. In his adrenaline-soaked frenzy, you don’t have the strength to do anything but let yourself be towed.

“Listen to me, you need to let me go—

“W-We have—have to—

The roar of a chainsaw startles you both. The young man claws at your arms and screams in abject terror. You can’t help the way your heart jumps into your throat. It wasn’t that long ago when you were in his exact place.

Your heads snap in the direction of the house. Tommy stands imposingly on the top step, his huge frame backlit by the house, the dripping chainsaw smoking as it revs deafeningly. He forgoes the steps, landing on the dirt with a heavy thud and launching himself toward you.

Desperately, you pull against the hands tugging you into the trees. The man gives you a furious, perplexed look when you don’t run with him and you must suppress the urge to apologize. He releases you. You stumble back and land on your ass just as Thomas reaches the trees.

Your horrified scream is drowned out by the chainsaw and the agonized squealing of the man as the blade tears through his shoulder, sloppily severing his arm. You throw your hands up in front of your face to shield it from the blood that splatters the entire front of you.

Still screaming, the man falls to the ground. You peak through your fingers to see him writhing in anguish. Your fearful gaze darts to Tommy. His shoulders heave with heavy breaths. The chainsaw idles at his side and he’s drenched in blood from head to toe, but you barely notice any of this.

Your blood freezes in your veins with the look he gives you. Even in the graying twilight, you can still see the intensity in his blue eyes, the fury, the possessive hunger. You can’t help when you scoot back, arms buckling under you with how severely you tremble.

He wouldn’t hurt you, would he? For the second time since you came to this godforsaken town, you’re not sure you have an answer to your question.

“T-Tommy,” you stammer, wondering what you can say to calm the beast raging inside him. You flinch when the still idling chainsaw hits the ground with a noisy clatter. He’s on you in an instant, gripping you under the arms, lifting you off the ground, throwing you face down over the gory blade.

You arch, trying to keep the bloody teeth from gutting you, but Thomas places a huge hand on the back of your neck and shoves your face into the dry grass. Your heart frantically throws itself against your ribs when you hear rustling fabric. The bloody apron flies into view. Your dress is shoved up over your hips, your underwear yanked down to your knees.

You’re acutely aware of the dwindling screams by your head, the way the young man twitches in torment as the chainsaw rumbles ominously under you. You suck in air through your teeth when you feel hot flesh prod your entrance, face burning when Tommy easily slides past your folds. You shouldn’t be, but you’re completely soaked.

You shriek when Thomas hilts himself in your quivering cunt. He grunts at the way he stretches you, fills you so completely, ruins you for anyone else but him. He doesn’t let you adjust like he normally does; no, not tonight. Tonight, you realize as Tommy snaps his hips forward, is about claiming you, about reminding you to whom you belong.

Your nails curl in the grass as Thomas hammers you into the dirt, heedless of the way your dress catches and tears on the razor-sharp teeth of the chainsaw blade. You clench your jaw, trying your best to contain your grunts of pain and cries of pleasure, mortified by the fact the poor man whimpering and bleeding out near your head can hear every sound.

Your eyes flutter shut when Tommy tightly grips the meat of your hip, uses it to pull you back into each punishing thrust. You can’t stop the moan that bubbles up from your throat and spills past your lips. The moan turns into a wheeze when Thomas brutally shoves your forward. The chainsaw teeth catch the flesh of your belly, nicking you and adding your own blood to the already drenched blade. The idling weapon vibrates when it cuts you, sending a surprising jolt of pleasure zinging down to your core.

“Tommy, Tommy!” you scream, struggling to suck in your gut while trying to gasp for air at the same time. The hand on the back of your neck snakes into your hair, twists your locks around thick fingers and wrenches your head back, lifting you until your back meets Tommy’s solid chest.

He wraps an arm around your waist, holds you there, makes you look at the wide-eyed young man spread out and bleeding on the ground as he pummels your dripping cunt. He growls in your ear and instinctively you know what he wants.

“I-I’m yours, T-Tommy, all yours, please, please, I’m-I’m gonna cum, cum for you—

Thomas groans and splays a hand across your bleeding stomach. You feel the warmth of his skin against your injured flesh and you keen, throwing your head back and arching as he buries his cock in your spasming guts. You cum in sync, your cunt milking his throbbing cock until every drop has spilled.

You shudder, tip forward, gasp for breath as Thomas continues to clutch you to his own heaving chest. Through the slit in his mask, his lips find your neck, placing gentle kisses along your sweaty skin. You reach up and stroke his hair, relieved to have your Tommy back.

When your eyes finally open, the first thing you see is the vacant stare of the young man on the ground. He’s stopped twitching. You think you should be shocked, or horrified, or disgusted, anything, but what disturbs you most of all is the fact you feel nothing but content.

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years ago

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Married (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 2,4 k

Summary: Parts of Ines’s wedding told from Ethan’s perspective feat. E&C dancing, staring at each other during the wedding, basically being a married couple and everyone calling them out for it. OH3 Chapter 11 added content.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff town all the way

A/N: I feel scammed by PB. All the golden opportunities - wasted. So I fixed it.

His shoes sank a bit in the sand as he began walking towards the venue. More and more people were beginning to arrive, sounds of conversation and laughter increasing by the minute. He recognized his coworkers with ease and approached them. The first to notice him is Tobias, his eyebrow arching slightly at the sight of him.

“You came alone? Where’s Herondale?” he asked, looking over Ethan’s shoulder to search for the blonde resident.

“She helped me fix my tie, then kicked me out of our room. And refused to let me see the dress.” He explained, shrugging with a helpless laugh. Harper laughed along with him, clapping her hands gently.

“That’s wife behavior. Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

“Dude, if you two eloped, I’m not going to be working out with you anymore.” Bryce chimed in, acting as though he was offended, a serious look overtaking his face.

“Where would you- why would you- “ Ethan started stumbling over his words, realizing only after a moment that everyone was smirking at him teasingly. He huffed, fighting a blush that creeped onto his cheeks anyway. “I see. You all think you’re funny.”

“You make it too easy, Ethan.” Harper giggled, shaking her head.

“And we know we’re funny, Ethan.” His mentor put his hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“Hilarious, even.” Baz added.

A small sound of an incoming message caused everyone to stop talking. Sienna unlocked her phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

“Claire just texted me a photo of her in a dress.”

Immediately, everyone jumped to her side, long before Ethan could even move his finger. Once he woke up from the daze, he took a step towards the young doctor that he considered his friend. Zaid stopped him in his tracks with a hand pressed to his shoulder.

“She said to not let you see the photo.”

“Why?”

Her voice rang from behind him. “I wanted to see your reaction myself.”

Ethan turned around and, at once, his breath caught in his throat. His gaze dropped to her shoes and dragged up her body slowly. The gentle flow of her skirt, pink silk that he knew for sure would almost spill through his fingers. The bodice, snug against her chest, accentuating her curves and making his male brain run wild. Careful to not linger on her chest too long – he would not get crap from their friends for this – he finally looked at her face. She was grinning smugly with a bit of a nervous spark.

He stepped up to her, resting his hand on the dip of her waist, tracing the floral patterns under his touch. With his other hand, he grasped hers in a gentle manner, raising it to press a warm kiss to her fingers.

“You’re taking my breath away.” he muttered, staring at her intensely.

“Hypoxia is dangerous, maybe I should go.” Claire teased, leaning away a fraction of an inch. He immediately pushed on her back to stop her, their personal spaces merging.

“Not having you by my side is fatal.” He dropped his voice to a low rumble, her grin melting into the soft smile. Their lips met in a slow kiss, no heat to it, just pure emotions.

They remained like that for a prolonged moment, his hands carefully pressing her to his chest. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, making their bodies move in a swaying motion.

Jackie burst their bubble. “You, lovebirds, the brides are about to arrive, cut it out.”

Ethan pressed his lips to Claire’s one last time, then leaned away. Their noses brushed against one another as their eyes met. He whispered gently. “I’ll come find you after the ceremony.”

She pecked his cheek sweetly. “Can’t wait.”

He wasn’t particularly a fan of weddings. He wasn’t invited to a lot of them, either. If combined with his dislike for big social gatherings, one would come to the conclusion that Ethan Ramsey was miserable right in that moment.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

As Ines and Angie exchange vows and talk about their love for each other, his eyes find Claire. Sitting in her chair across the aisle, she’s holding Sienna’s hand and passing her a tissue. She’s all anyone could ever ask for, and the mere sight of her makes him fall down into the void of memories.

How far he’s come as a person. A cynic that dreaded what a new year would bring along with a new batch of interns. A man that had only two people in his life that he could call friends. A man that went to the bar every night to forget the day behind him, only to go back to his empty apartment. All of that was so long ago that he barely recognized that version of himself anymore. He was so different now.

He smiled more. Laughed, even, and found that he didn’t find stupid jokes Lahela made all the time half as annoying as he once did. He didn’t spend every waking moment at work. Instead, he enjoyed his time off. Still at a bar, but not to drink away his worries. Not alone – not anymore.

Now, he had someone to come home to.

Claire shook her head as she laughed at what Zaid said and Ethan’s heartbeat quickened. They grew together as people too, and along with that, their relationship evolved.

From the night they spent together in the NICU, when her head slowly fell onto his shoulder and he couldn’t find a single cell in his body to tell him to lean away. Because he wanted her to be close. It was the first moment in which he thought that maybe this brilliant woman was meant to be more to him than just an intern – and right after that, he squashed the idea back down.

Every hold of her hand, every silent sign of support, he cherished it all. Unknowingly falling deeper for the woman that would become the center of his universe before he realized what was happening.

Their kiss in Miami would be at the forefront of his mind in his every living second until he kissed her again. Growing stronger with each time his resolve broke and their lips met, softly or with wild abandonment.

The first time he could call her his – the first time he had her to himself. He knew in that moment that he was ruined for everyone else. No one would ever make him feel that way, ever again. He knew it damn well – and yet, he still fought against it.

Absence makes heart grow fonder. He now knew it was true. Months he spent away from her, keeping her at arm’s length, taught him as much. How could he deny those words when the moment he pulled her closer to him outside his apartment and their lips touched, he felt his mind go blank and his heart stop. He vowed to never let her leave again. To never lose her.

And then he almost did.

The thought alone made his muscles spasm, and he was a millisecond away from running to her side, just to feel her warmth and hear her heartbeat. Leaving her side now, even if only for a moment, even to do their job, caused a silent voice to go off in his head. A wave of panic usually followed, staying with him until he saw her again.

Thankfully, nowadays, she was within his reach most of the time. She never asked why he sometimes needed to pull her close and just hold onto her – she knew.

He felt the corners of his lips rise on their own accord. She was radiant in every second of every day. In that moment, she was the most beautiful person there. The idea that it was him that she continuously chose to be with, day after day, only made him smile wider.

This was it for him. He found his one and only, as cliché as that sounded – he knew it for sure. Guess weddings really did make people reflect on love after all.

Ethan was very much aware of how lovestruck he must have been looking in that moment. With his eyes on Claire, he was a picture of a man in love – and he was finally ready to admit that he was. He loved her.

Almost as though she could hear his thoughts, she turned around to look at him. Their eyes met and a brilliant smile bloomed on her face. His lips moved as he mouthed the words, her smile becoming gentler.

“I’m yours.”

She mouthed it right back to him.

Music wasn’t as obnoxious as he anticipated it to be. That didn’t, of course, mean that he condoned every dance move he saw the guests do. He decided to not complain, though – it was a day to be happy, he wouldn’t bring anyone down with his opinion on their questionable choices of moves.

Currently, he was seated by the table, nursing his whiskey. Mirani twins, Tobias and Naveen sat beside him, all five men watching their colleagues party with wine glasses in their hands.

“How long, do you think, will it take for one of them to break a glass?” Baz asked, leaning out of his seat to see his friends better. Zaid grinned, taking a sip of his drink.

“Any second now. And my bet is on Varma.”

“Why?” Tobias’s face twisted in confusion as he turned towards him, intrigued. Zaid shrugged.

“Because she can.”

Ethan tuned their conversation out, choosing instead to look at his girlfriend. She danced with Sienna, laughing as they sang along to the song. Her dress moved with her, flowing through the air elegantly. He felt the urge to stand up and walk up to her.

“Ramsey, you do know you can just walk up to her instead of sitting here and pining for her, right?” Tobias snickered, punching Ethan’s shoulder playfully. He scoffed, leaning away with a hint of a burn in his cheeks.

“I’m not pining for her.”

“You are.” All four of his companions replied.

He was so distracted by their words that he failed to notice an approaching form. Her hand landed on his shoulder softly, the tips of her nails scratching the back of his neck. Knowing who it was, he leaned into her touch, breathing out deeply.

“Sorry, gentlemen, but I’m stealing him.” she mused happily, dragging her hand down his arm until her fingers tangled with his. Ethan let her pull her up, looping his arm around her waist.

“Stealing is bad, Herondale.” Tobias shot back, moving his eyebrows suggestively at the couple. Claire opened her mouth to speak, but Ethan beat her to the punch.

“She can’t steal something that’s already hers.” He grinned at them, then turned towards her. Claire’s jaw dropped in surprise at his boldness, her posture softening enough for him to pull her away from the table, smirking. Faintly, he heard Tobias’s words.

“Married. For sure.”

Ethan’s arms wrapped around her, fingers hooked onto her hipbones. She threw her arms around his neck, staring up at him with a soft smile. A slow song began playing and one look at where the DJ was situated told them who was behind this change. Ines grinned at them, giving them thumbs up and a cheeky wink.

“Is it just me, or is everyone trying to tell us something?” Claire giggled, nuzzling her nose against his jaw. He kissed her nose gently.

“So, you noticed it too?”

“Kinda hard not to. Girls said we’re acting like a married couple at least twice today.” she traced the lapel of his jacket, laughing quietly at the recognition in his eyes.

“Guys did it too.” Ethan muttered, tightening his hold on her. She laid her head on his shoulder.

“And how does that make you feel?”

He was silent for a long while. They swayed to the song, tuning out everything else. To her surprise, he didn’t tense up – nothing about his posture spelled out the doubts he once told her he had.

“Not as terrified as it did before.”

Claire leaned back to look at him. Their eyes met, tender understanding in them. Ethan leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, perfectly soft and not nearly deep enough. She clutched his lapel in her fist, creasing the fabric with how strong her pull was. His fingers dug into her back, skipping past the coarser material of her bodice and gripping the soft silk of her skirt. A voice in the back of his head told him to loosen up the hold or he’ll mark the fabric, but the overwhelming need he felt for her overshadowed everything else and he couldn’t bring himself to let her go.

The song ended and with it, their kiss. Foreheads pressed together, they caught their breath, standing in the middle of the dancefloor. Blissfully unaware of how much attention they gathered with their tender moment.

Ethan opened his eyes and finally allowed his mind to register the music again. Some sort of a fast tune that made people around them go mad. His girlfriend stared at him with an unspoken question, and he got the meaning perfectly well.

With a definite move, he dipped her onto the floor. She giggled, the sound breaking through the loud music to reach his ears. Ethan smirked, throwing her back into his arms. With his lips against her ear, he mused hotly.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Her leg wrapped around his thigh, pushing their bodies closer. His voice broke off and his breath shuddered at the way their bodies clashed and the suggestive smirk she sent his way. His hand fell to her ass, all inhibitions gone.

“Ethan!” she exclaimed, laughing at the carefree smile he gave her. He moved his hand a bit, albeit begrudgingly.

“Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.” He muttered, kissing the shell of her ear. Claire hummed, then twirled out of his hold and back into it, jumping into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. Ethan groaned deeply in his throat, making her smirk.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.”

Notes

This is a part 2 to the Mile High Club fic. As I said, PB could have made the chapter so good with all the wedding themes that I’d lose my wig. Writers apparently don’t know how to do basic research into fiction themes, but that’s okay (kinda). It just means I have more material to work with.

Round two smut is coming soon.

Thank you for reading! <3

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turningtummyrubs · 4 years ago

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Hi! Prev anon with the Marvel ask here. My fav scenario would be something fluffy and domestic. Loki being an alien could have gotten sick from something harmless to a Midgardian, like a bagel for example. So all day long he tries to hide his stomachache from his SO, until such time the pain's too much and his SO catches on. (Or his SO knew but Loki being Loki, keeps on saying he's fine)

Followed by fluffy, caretaking scene with a nice belly rub and banter. Thank you. 😍😻😍😻

I LOVE your writing. Seriously.

Thank you! You’re the best! And here you go:

There are a lot of things Loki has learned about 21st century Midgard. Like, for example, video games are fun, but only if you’re winning. Fries are magical creations. It’s frowned upon to use a Midgardian baby like a baseball.

What he hasn’t entirely gotten the hang of is food. More specifically, what foods are safe for beings such as himself to eat. Apparently something so harmless as a bagel is capable of wreaking havoc on his insides. It’s humiliating. He’s the God of Mischief, and he can be bested by a circle of bread with a hole in its center! Ugh.

What would his many foes think if they caught wind of this? Oh, don’t bother wasting your namebrand poison on Loki, just feed him a bagel. Fuck that! If Loki’s going to be poisoned, he’s going to be poisoned expensively.

It’s only been about fifteen minutes since he ate the cursed bagel, and his stomach already feels like an Asgardian battlefield. Rolling and raging like a storm-wrought sea.

“Have you decided whether or not you’ll be joining me, Loki?”

Loki scowls at the sound of Stephen’s voice on the other side of the bathroom door for no reason other than that he’s feeling irritable and cranky. But, despite his inner-most wants, he doesn’t snap something cruel or zap Stephen with an energy blast, because he’s trying. To be someone... better. At least marginally.

With one last glimpse at himself in the mirror (slightly more pale-faced than usual, thin-lipped), he steps right through the door and finds himself face-to-face with Stephen.

Stephen smiles beatifically. “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go with you to your wretched house,” Loki says snippily. By ‘wretched house’ he means the New York Sanctum, which he actually finds quite lovely, but would never, ever admit.

They leave the Avengers Compound by foot (Loki was visiting Thor, and Stephen everyone else), because Stephen says he wants to walk around a bit before portalling to the Sanctum. (“It’s such a lovely day.”) Loki wants to violently attack him, but he doesn’t, because people can do hard things.

Normally, despite his stream-of-consciousness complaints, Loki doesn’t mind Midgardian walks much. He enjoys the weather and the birds and, if not the people, then at least the ridiculous things they do. However, a Midgardian walk after the consumption of a bagel is something akin to cruel and unusual torture.

Every blare of a car horn sends a burst of too-bright irritation flaring behind Loki’s eyelids, and every step further upsets his stomach — making it tighten, first, in a strange twisty way, and then loosen out into a hot, churning roil, like a boiling soup.

He grunts slightly at a particularly sharp pang in the center of his stomach, laying a hand flat over his (strange) Midgardian shirt. It’s only a single bagel, but Loki swears he can almost feel each individual bite working its way through his intestines — causing as much wreckage as it can along the way. If Loki weren’t so busy being in pain, he might be impressed by its tactics.

Stephen pauses and looks back over his shoulder, brow wrinkling. “Loki?”

Loki schools his face. “I’m fine.”

Stephen raises his eyebrows slightly. “I didn’t ask.”

Loki takes a single, deep breath and storms forward with clenched fists, Stephen’s laughter at his back.

— — —

Hours later, in the Sanctum, Loki is still feeling just as poorly. No, worse! What kind of ridiculous sugars and chemicals do Midgardians put in bagels? Sewage? Lava? Cyanide?

He stretches out on one of Stephen’s couches, and then curls back into himself when the movement only exacerbates the unhappy roiling violating his belly. If he lies on his side just right and stays perfectly still—

Nope. Still hurts.

He tries to focus, instead, on the quiet sound of pages turning as Stephen reads in the other room. He’s been reading for the past two hours, and, normally, Loki would be demanding attention by now, but presently, he’s just thankful Stephen hasn’t noticed his distraught state.

As a cramp blossoms dangerously beneath Loki’s navel, he slides his hand beneath his shirt and gives a little compression with his palm, grimacing at the electric-like twinge the touch provokes. A soft noise of discomfort leaves him as he shifts to his back.

With a heavy sigh, Loki stares at the ceiling (tall and carved with all sorts of odd symbols) and thinks of Stephen instead. Tall with knife-like cheekbones and eyes like silver fish scales. Long fingers and impeccable fashion sense (for a Midgardian). Decently wealthy, stern-voiced—

Standing over Loki.

“Did I summon you with my mind?”

Stephen looks at Loki with concern. “What?”

Loki waves a dismissive hand. “Never mind.”

“Alright...” The couch shifts as Stephen sits and pulls Loki’s feet into his lap. If Loki could lap up his warmth like a cat to cream, he would. “Well, is there something you’d like to tell me?”

Loki’s eyes narrow, and he snaps, “I haven’t committed any heinous acts toward any mortals for a week now!”

Stephen’s voice is patient and faintly amused as he says, “I know, Loki. That’s not what I meant.”

Loki tries not to squirm as his intestines give a coiled spasm, the pain more acute than the past cramping. “Then, no, I have nothing to tell you, sorcerer.”

“Hm.” Stephen stands, gently setting Loki’s legs back down on the couch cushion. “Alright, then.”

Despite his best efforts, Loki’s hand flies out to wrap around Stephen’s wrist. “You don’t have to go,” he says plaintively.

Stephen smirks. “I was just grabbing my book. I’ll be right back.”

He’s true to his word, and returns only a short minute later to resume his former position, but, while Loki appreciates the solid heat of him, he now has to work doubly hard to obscure his pain.

Every roil and turn and cramp feels intensified now, like the bagel’s suddenly decided to take up steroids, and Loki is fed up with the small pinch of nausea lingering sharply beneath his ribs that just won’t go away. He brings a few fingers up to rub idly at it, and nearly growls at the abrupt influx of acid-hot stomach bile that zings in his throat.

It’s twenty minutes later that Loki can’t take it any more. What started as a little throbbing pang low in his belly has now blown into a whirlwind of a cramp, pulsating quickly and dreadfully from his waist to his ribs.

Bagels should be a cardinal sin.

A soft, breathless groan leaves Loki’s lips.

Stephen gently shuts his book and sets it on the coffee table, giving Loki absurd deja vu as he leans over him again. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to tell me something, Loki?”

Loki sighs through his teeth and throws a careless arm over his eyes, caught out. “My stomach hurts.”

“Ah,” Stephen says, wasting a conversation’s worth of sarcasm on one syllable. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Loki whines, and Stephen chuckles quietly and presses a warm hand to Loki’s stomach beneath his shirt. It’s with steady, precise movements that Stephen massages — fingers twitching faintly but stable as they soothe in small circles.

Loki goes limp beneath his touch, groaning lightly as the cramps in his belly are cowed into submission by Stephen’s firm hands. He’s reminded of both of Stephen’s titles as relief floods his mind: doctor and sorcerer. Both fitting, Loki thinks.

Sliding the heel of his palm carefully into the worst of the spasms and working in productive patterns, Stephen says, “You don’t need to hide these things from me, you know.”

“I know...” Loki says sullenly. He exhales gratefully as Stephen rubs a circle and the explosive pain ebbs and shifts to a mere gastric bubbling. The small rumbles aren’t exactly comfortable, but they’re manageable, and Loki can live with that.

Still absently massaging Loki’s stomach, Stephen says, “Better?”

Loki nods, lacing his fingers with Stephen’s on top of his abdomen. “Better...”

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trashscenariihxh · 5 years ago

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Chrollo x fem!Reader Hatesex

Another commission! Warning: very dubcon.

“You don’t scare me.” You smirked at him over the rim of your glass. “I could take you.”

Chrollo cocked an amused eyebrow. “Do you think so? Really?”

“Sure.” You drained your glass and regarded him with hazy eyes. “Any time, any place, pretty boy.” You licked your lips, emboldened by alcohol.

He chuckled at your brazenness. “If you say so, _____.” His eyes flickered to your now-empty glass. “And how do you propose to do that after all that you’ve had to drink?”

You stretched, rose from your chair and slunk over to him to climb into his lap. “Let me show you.”

***

You hadn’t seen Chrollo in a few months. Par for the course, really. At the entrance to your apartment, you wiped your feet to remove any dried leaves or mud as you fumbled around in your purse for your keys. You cursed under your breath at the dimness of the hall’s lighting as your fingers finally closed around your key.

The key clicked in the lock, the doorknob turned, and you entered the dark apartment. It was a lot later than you would usually arrive home; you were eager to shower, fix yourself some tea (or perhaps something stronger) and fall into bed.

You were reaching blindly for the lightswitch when an arm wrapped around your waist and a hand clapped over your mouth. You struggled, desperate to twist out of your assailant’s grasp. Blood pounded in your temples as you wriggled, mentally fighting away the unforgiving fact of the matter: whoever this was, they were much, much stronger than you were. Their grip was like iron. A scream was about to tear itself from your throat, but a harshly whispered threat killed it before it could escape.

“Scream, and you die.”

Your blood ran cold as the words shot straight through your chest. A certain, unplaceable familiarity about the voice was beginning to tug at your insides. Could it be? No… no, he wouldn’t…

“Chrollo?”

The name, a mere whisper in the dark, was muffled by the intruder’s hand. Whether or not the attacker heard, you couldn’t be sure. Just as you were about to ask again, everything went black.

***

You opened your eyes to a dimly lit, unfurnished, unfamiliar room and an ache in your arms. Groaning, you tried to stretch but found that you couldn’t move; your arms were tied. Your stomach lurched at the realization. In the corner of the room, a dark shadow caught your eye. “Who the fuck are you?” you spat, all self-preservation instinct replaced by rage. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you—”

A laugh, light, airy, and all too familiar filled the room.

“Don’t you recognize me, ______?” Chrollo stepped forward, the dim yellow light illuminating his pale face. “I’m surprised- I was sure you knew… but I suppose that was just a hopeful guess.” He cocked his head, smiling at you with a softness that did not match the current situation.

“Chrollo… untie me now.”

He laughed. “What’s the matter? Can’t get yourself out?” He leaned in closer. “I thought you could take me. Any time, any place, you said. If I recall correctly.”

“Fuck you Chrollo, this isn’t funny. You scared me.” Your voice shook, overcome by a mixture of relief, terror, and rage. “Chrollo, please, untie me.”

“Very well.” Disappointment flashed over Chrollo’s face as he complied. He leaned forward as he began to untie your bindings and let his lips ghost over your jugular.

“What’s the hold up?” you asked, impatient.

“Fear smells good on you.” Chrollo pressed his lips to your neck as he finished untying you, effortlessly catching your wrist when you made to punch him. “I’m afraid that won’t work, Darling,” he murmured, lightly sucking at your skin.

“What are you doing?” you asked, seething; regardless, you tilted your head to the side to allow him better access.

Chrollo’s mouth curved into a smile against your neck. “Calling your bluff.”

A rueful bark of laughter erupted from you as you finally pieced everything together. “Was your ego really that bruised?”

“Perhaps.” Chrollo tightened his grip on your wrist as he bore down on you, pressing you to the floor. “You might not know this about me, ______, but I don’t enjoy being challenged by those who can’t back themselves up, and if I have to fuck that habit out of you, so be it.” He hiked up your skirt and ripped your underwear down.

As excited by the situation as you were becoming, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes in the darkness. Only Chrollo could be so verbose while having a raging erection. Said erection was pressing insistently at your thigh; you wondered if he’d been edging himself throughout the whole kidnapping. Chrollo shifted above you, and you instinctively spread your legs to better accommodate him. It struck you then that you were making things far too easy for him; you were being too compliant, too obedient. No, that wouldn’t do. If Chrollo had wanted a challenge, a challenge he would get.

“Fuck you!” You spat in his face the second you felt his cock nudge against your entrance and rocked your hips to jostle him away.

Chrollo recoiled, confused, but only for a moment. An instant later he was on you again, gathering your wrists in his hand and pinning them both to the floor as he lined himself up again.

“You’re trying my patience,” he gritted out, sliding the head of his cock into your surprisingly wet cunt. “Stop pretending you’re not enjoying this.”

“I’m not,” you deadpanned, trying and failing to break his grip.

“This says differently,” he replied, bottoming out in one sharp thrust.

You cursed, thrashing from side to side hoping to break his balance. When Chrollo leaned in to kiss you, you snarled and bit his lip.

“Bitch,” he swore, his refined mask slipping as he began to pound into you with hard, deep, uneven thrusts.

Fuck, that was good. Your back scraped against the floor as Chrollo fucked into you; you wanted to fight him some more, and yet… having him on top of you like this, flushed with exertion, his lip bloody, compelled you to wrap your legs around his slender waist and draw him in.

Chrollo seemed to sense your sudden change in demeanor, because he relaxed his grip on your wrists. Moments later, you were digging your fingers into his back, clinging to his shirt, marveling at just how muscular he was.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” Chrollo panted in your ear. The smoothness had vanished from his voice, instead replaced by a deep hoarseness reserved only for moments of intense exertion. “Like a slut on the dirty floor?”

You hated to admit it, but you did. You couldn’t tell him that, though, so you bit his shoulder. “I can barely feel it,” you taunted, digging your heels into his ass cheeks to spur him on. “Christ, Chrollo, are you even hard right now?”

A deep growl rumbled in Chrollo’s chest as he quickened his thrusts and sank his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He didn’t respond, not verbally anyway, but you could tell he was livid. You continued.

“Is this what gets you off now, huh? Kidnapping people weaker than you and—ah!” Chrollo’s cock had hit a particularly sensitive spot. “Fucking them?”

“Keep talking.” Chrollo began to lap at where he had bitten you. “See where it gets you.”

Who were you to deny that order?

“Pathetic,” you sneered, allowing him to kiss you before continuing. “I can’t believe—”

You were cut off by a sudden jolt as his cock bumped against your cervix. “Sh-shit.”

Chrollo chuckled infuriatingly, his calmness having returned. He drew back, continuing to thrust as he reached a hand between your bodies to rub at your clitoris.

It really amazed you, just how quickly you came. No sooner had Chrollo begun stroking your clit than you were cumming, spasming and clenching around his cock. Your cheeks burned with shame at your body’s betrayal of your own dignity, at just how easy it had been for Chrollo to get you off.

Chrollo smirked down at you, rocking back and sitting on his heels. He seized your hips and pulled you with him, changing the angle of his thrusts. He clearly wasn’t interested in prolonging things; his breathing soon became erratic, as did his thrusts; he released into you with a deep, soft groan.

You cursed at the dimness of the room, and at Chrollo’s preference for fucking while clothed. You would have loved to have had a better view of his face and body in that moment. He stilled, panting, his fingers digging painfully into your hips as he looked wide-eyed down at you. For a moment you thought he was going to pull out, straighten himself out and leave, but instead he collapsed forward. You huffed under the sudden weight.

“Chrollo…”

He was kissing you again, his lips pressing reverently against the bruises he’s sucked into your neck and the angry wound where he’d broken the skin. “Are you all right?” he asked, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

“I’m fine,” you replied, not quite sure if you actually were. Your clothes certainly weren’t. You grimaced at the thought of what the hard, unpolished granite floor had done to them.

“But are you really?” Chrollo stroked your hair for a moment before pulling back to kiss you deeply; it was the first non-anger-filled kiss of the encounter. “Perhaps I was a bit… overzealous.” He shifted his weight, rolling off of you and onto his side. His fingertips brushed against your wrists, softly tracing over the blossoming bruises. “You bruise easily.”

“Obviously.” You yawned, suddenly exhausted. “Chrollo… where are we?”

He hummed. “Somewhere you’ve never been to before.”

Ah, so here came the cryptic bullshit again. “I know that, Chrollo, but seriously. Where are we?”

“We’re still in the city.”

“Are we close to my apartment?”

“Not particularly.”

You huffed. “Well, does this place have a bed? And more importantly, a bath?”

“It does.”

“If you take me to it, I’ll consider forgiving you.”

***

You had to admit, when he was being contrite, Chrollo really knew how to treat you well. He’d drawn you a bath, filled it with sweet-smelling salts and even sweeter bubbles. He’d even washed your back, a gesture which you greatly appreciated, considering how scraped up and bruised it had become after your earlier encounter.

Later, after you finished washing and drying yourself and slipped between the bedsheets of the large, enticingly comfortable looking bed, Chrollo joined you. You were about to complain about how he’d never taken you to this place before, but he silenced you with a featherlight kiss.

You weren’t sure how he was able to do it, but he managed to undress both of you in a matter of moments before lazily rolling atop you, peppering your face, neck and breasts with soft wet kisses. You moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking at it with his tongue.

This time, there was no resistance when he sank into you, no sudden jolts of pain mixed with pleasure. There was only warmth and a feeling of impossible closeness. Chrollo’s mouth skated along your neck, worship each bruise he’d put there as his hips lazily rolled forward to meet yours.

It didn’t take long for either of you to finish; Chrollo came first, spilling deep inside you with a gasp. You followed soon after, crying out when Chrollo’s mouth latched onto your breast again.

The two of you fell asleep, or at least, you did, enveloped in his warm and comforting embrace.

#smuttastic #dubcon #chrollo lucilfer

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trashytummiez · 4 years ago

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Idia ate way too much and has a tummyache that Yuu needs to settle by coaxing out some really big burps from the shy boi which Yuu swoons over.

"Unnnngh Yuuuuu..." Idia whined from atop his bed. He was laying down on his side with his arms wrapped protectively around his tummy with tears welling up from his eyes. "Why does my tummy feel like it's gonna explode...??"

Yuu smiled sympathetically and crawled in bed behind the whimpering boy. It was a wonder his fiery blue hair didn't burn her chest or the bed. Instead it felt like a comforting warmth like a space heater not real flames. Her hands wrapped around Idia's waist and rested squarely against his tummy. Even behind his oversized blue hoodie it felt so big and bloated which caused her cheeks to darken. "Feels like you stress-ate too much again. Any projects coming up?"

"...P-Presentation...a-and Ortho isn't gonna be available..." Idia whimpered and trembled a little both from having Yuu's hands planted against his immensely bloated tummy and the reminder that he was gonna be flying solo and have to speak in front of the whole class.

"No wonder," Yuu replied. "Poor guy..."

"...J-Just the thought of all those eyes staring up at me and judging me...th-thinking I'm some weirdo loser who d-doesn't belong there..." Idia's body tensed up and more tears welled from the corners of his eyes from anxiety-induced fears.

"Shhhh it's okay babe. It's okay," Yuu assured her cripplingly anxious boyfriend. She pulled him a little closer and rubbed circles into the middle of Idia's stretched out tummy to help him calm down.

She wrapped her fingers around the bottom of Idia's hoodie and pulled it up high exposing the whole of his bloated pale tummy in all its smooth bare expanse. Yuu's hands grabbed at Idia's stretched out stomach where she began to firmly tenderly rub it using both hands. Idia whimpered but clutched at his sheets a little with a soft huff not yet used to physical contact but growing to really like it especially whenever Yuu rubbed his belly. His tummy rub was starting to have the desired relaxing impact Yuu wanted it to have on him.

"Tell you what Idia. If Ortho can't be there for support how about I see if your professor will let me stick around for your presentation? Ace and I aren't in class that time anyway. We usually just hang out until our next period so I could skip out a little to be there and give you that boost you need."

Idia's eyes widened in surprise. "Y-You'd d-do that for me...?"

Yuu giggled and teasingly slapped Idia's belly which made the boy hiccup loudly and blush.

"Of course I would silly. Why wouldn't I be there to support someone I care so much about?"

Idia's lips trembled. He wasn't used to anyone showing so much genuine care and kindness towards him besides Ortho. To know that someone cared so much about him was almost enough to make Idia cry.

"...Th-Thank you..." Idia muttered softly and thankfully.

Yuu smiled and continued lovingly rubbing all over Idia's rounded tummy.

He loved the feeling but he knew he had to find some way to show Yuu how grateful he was to her. Some token or act of kindness he could repay her for so it didn't just feel like she was the one who always had to be there for him. But his thoughts were interrupted when his tummy uttered a large and unpleasant gurgle.

"...Unnngh...ohhh my tummy..." Idia muttered embarrassed that his stomach was still griefing him.

Yuu didn't mind. Any excuse to keep her hands all over his belly was all she needed.

Her delicate fingers stroked the sides of his glutted tummy gently running up to the peak of his stomach and down to his undersides where she would grip the bottom of Idia's bulging belly and give it a gentle jiggle. The way everything in his expanded stomach sloshed around made her swoon and got her to squeeze at Idia's underbelly. Idia blushed immensely when an audible moan exited his mouth almost involuntarily. He really wasn't used to expressing delight like that but he couldn't help it~nothing felt better to him than Yuu showing his overstuffed tummy some love.

Yuu gripped Idia's lower tummy which made him bite his lower lip with his fangs. "Your belly is so big," Yuu fawned adoringly whilst holding Idia's belly in her hands. "You really pack it away when you're nervous huh..." Yuu took note and gave Idia's soft rounded stomach a few teasing pats. Idia's round exposed belly jiggled from all of Yuu's pats and something inside bubbled heavily and noisily.

Idia hiccuped suddenly and covered his mouth with a blush. He hiccuped again but stifled it the second time because the hiccup morphed into a deep rumbling burp Idia muffled in his closed mouth. His cheeks went dark with embarrassment from the sound while Yuu's went dark for a different reason.

"...Lotta pressure in there huh," Yuu noted in a quiet but excited tone of voice. She held Idia's belly in her hands and felt it emit a gassy churn that made her shudder and made Idia cringe.

Yuu firmly rubbed Idia's bulging belly to circulate the gas brewing inside of him. It worked in that she felt his tummy gurgling more heavily. Idia whimpered before another closed-mouth burp rumbled loudly in his mildly puffed cheeks.

"Don't hold back babe," Yuu insisted in a tone that made her desires plain as day. Especially when she lightly slapped Idia's belly to make it jiggle and slosh.

Idia whimpered when he felt more gas rushing up his throat. He wasn't used to letting loose freely unless he was gaming with his clan mates. But he was aware of his girlfriends fetishes and had to admit that he was increasingly fond of having her hands all over his belly like that. So when the gas reached his mouth he indulged her by letting his jaws part with a loud and brassy burp that rumbled hard enough to make some drool dribble out of Idia's mouth.

BBBRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!!

Idia blushed and covered his mouth with a deep blush and an adorably timid "excuse me...!" But Yuu shuddered so intensely that it made Idia's bloated tummy jiggle just slightly from the vibration of her own pleased spasm.

She pushed her thumb into the side of Idia's round tummy squishing into it so hard it sank a bit into his bloated flesh. Idia couldn't suppress the enormous burp that rumbled out of his mouth even if he tried. Which he did hence why his cheeks puffed out momentarily before his lips almost rippled open with the rushing gas.

Idia's cheeks were darker from embarrassment but he couldn't help moan a little.

"...Ohhh wow...that felt good..."

"Atta boy get it all out," Yuu insisted especially eagerly and gave Idia's tummy a couple of resounding pats. The way his belly jiggled with those pats was enough to make Yuu swoon right there but it also jiggled up some festering gas. Idia burped long and loud from the patting and uttered a cute little after burp when it finished.

Idia's moan of relief after was just too much for Yuu.

"Sit up," Yuu instructed with a voice that did little to mask how deeply turned on she was.

Idia heaved himself up with an audible groan. He felt so heavy that it actually took some effort to get up and the way his big stretched tummy swayed really emphasized how bloated he was. He sat on his knees and faced Yuu with his large round tummy spilling out and facing directly before Yuu.

She very eagerly grabs at its sides and kneads his large tummy eagerly but lovingly. Her hands rub it up and down and she leans down to plant a kiss at the high rounded crest of his stomach and another one directly above his cute belly button. Idia whimpered from the affection but actually smiled somewhat all the same.

Yuu began to really knead into his belly like it was a big ball of dough. She felt it churn and groan noisily in her hands and squeezed it while she kneaded. Idia turned his head and raised a fist in front of his mouth as a heavy burp rolled past his lips and left Idia huffing with an exhale relief.

"Ooooof..."

The look of relief on Idia's face and that verbalization drove Yuu crazy. And because Idia's tummy was hurting less with each bellowing eruption he didn't object either.

In fact he slumped back on the bed resting both hands against the mattress and sprawling his legs out to make his bloated tummy stick out even more for Yuu to rub knead and fondle. He huffed at the feeling of her kneading into his belly letting his tongue almost stick out.

She pushed her palms deep into the center of Idia's belly right into his belly button.

Idia threw his head back and burped so loudly and so hard that Yuu swore that his bed actually shook. Though it was probably just her was that shook.

AAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRHHHHOOOOOOOOORRRREEEEEEUUUUURRRRRRHHPPP!!!!!!!!!

Idia slumped back and moaned heavily in deep relief.

"Nnnnngh...wow did my tummy need that..." Idia groaned gently patting his belly with relief. "...I didn't even think I could burp that loudly before..."

His eyes met Yuu's and he could see how visibly aroused he was and giggled a little nervously.

"...Umm...d-d-did you like that...?" He asked in a genuinely adorable sort of way. Idia was incapable of properly teasing someone's kinks with any degree of confidence. But that one just desperately needed to come out.

That his girlfriend enjoyed it so much was just a very happy byproduct.

"...You're amazing," Yuu muttered leaning forward with her hands still on Idia's stuffed tummy and planting her lips onto his blue ones for a deep passionate kiss.

Idia's eyes went wide as tennis balls and his blue hair immediately brightened to a real fire color while his pale cheeks went strawberry red.

When she pulled away Yuu smiled and lightly stroked his tummy as Idia sat there and sputtered in a ridiculously yet adorably flustered way. But when she rubbed she kneaded some more into his tummy pushing into it with her fingers like she was checking to see if Idia had any more pressure to let out.

It wasn't a big one like that last breath-stopper was but Idia still had a pretty sizable pressure pocket roll up from his tummy and up his throat.

But this time the nervous boy in a spur of the moment decision leaned in close and burped right in Yuu's face.

UUUUUUUURRRREEEEEUUUUUUURRRRHP!!!!!

Yuu sat there looking absolutely stunned.

Idia shifted nervously and scratched the back of his head. "...T-Too much...?"

Apparently so because poor Idia suddenly yelped when Yuu yanked him close by the collar of his hoodie and passionately made out with the anxious boy right there.

This was such an odd relationship sometimes. Idia knew all about fetishes and what not but never realized he could indulge things like that for anyone else. And he wasn't sure whether that information should embolden him or scare the living daylights out of him.

But whichever one Idia fell under it was honestly worth it to make his girlfriend happy in any way he could.

If that meant being occasional kink fuel for his significant other then Idia was okay with that. Anything to be a good boyfriend to such a wonderful girlfriend.

#kink fic #idia x yuu #idia #belly kink #belly rub #burping #burp kink #kink teasing #fluff #i ship it #anxiety #cute

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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Stuck - Part 2 (Steve Rogers edition)

Summary: Following the development in your relationship from maid x client, you visit Captain Rogers on his invitation, with no false pretences of what is expected

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Maid Reader (no race or size described)

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, sex toys, dildo’s, butt plugs, masturbation, voyeurism, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, Sugar Daddy relationship, Daddy petname used.

Stuck - Chapter 2 - Steve Rogers Version

Ringing the doorbell you heard footsteps this time, and were able to prepare yourself for Captain Rogers opening the door - or so you thought. When the door swung open you could not have prepared yourself for the sight of him in smart black pants and a crisp grey button down shirt, the top couple of buttons opened to reveal a teasing glimpse of chest hair, his tie hanging loose and unfastened around his neck. He looked you up and down, taking in how your breasts were pushed a little higher, your ass a little rounder from the way the heels made you stand, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he stepped to one side;

“Please, do come in”

When the parcel had arrived on your doorstep a week ago with a note from Capt Rogers you’d quickly glanced around the hallway, no courier or delivery guy having been seen, almost nervous to find what was inside. When you had opened the parcel it had felt like christmas morning, so many little treats all individually wrapped, a note from the high end lingerie store saying that they hoped you enjoyed the parcel. That night you’d tried on the exquisite underwear set, marvelling how the bra gave you the most amazing cleavage, the half cups ending just at the right place for your nipples to peek over the top of the lace. The panties had looked innocent enough from the front, but at the back it was a series of elastic straps that caged in your ass, the crotch non-existent and it gave you no false pretenses about what they were intended for. Having unpacked all the other treats - lipstick, perfume, bath bombs and scented skin oil, your favourite chocolates - you came upon one final gift and an envelope. Opening the parcel first you let out a small squeak when you saw the heart shaped jewel shine in the light from your lamp, the heavy metal of the plug smooth and cool in the palm of your hand. Grabbing the envelope you opened it, your hands shaking;

“Enjoy your gifts. I’ll make a booking soon. Steve x”

Back in Capt Rogers’ apartment you were distracted as he stood behind you, the only tell that he was there was the sudden feel of body heat warming your back even though he wasn’t touching you. When he finally spoke his voice was low and quiet;

“You can back out now and there will be no hard feelings. But if you want to stay and continue i can guarantee it will be worth your while in so many ways. So, what will it be?”

You could feel your hands shaking with nerves, hell, even excitement. Taking a deep breath you slid one foot back and moved until your ass was pressing against Mr Walkers crotch;

“I’d like to stay please. I very much enjoyed the gifts, Daddy”

“Good girl”

“You look fantastic, i made the right choice with this set” he took hold of your asscheek; “Are you wearing all of it?”

Bending a little at the waist you pushed your ass out and felt as he pushed his hand between your legs, first touching your pussy before moving back and pressing against the jewel of the plug;

“Hmmmn very good. My good girl follows instructions well. Now put your hands on the wall and stick your ass out a little more”

“Yes Daddy”

There were no words, just grunts and moans, and you could feel your legs starting to shake as an orgasm approached rapidly;

“I’m coming…”

“Not yet you aren’t… you’ll come when i tell you to come”

“”Yes… Daddy...”

Gritting your teeth you tried to will the building orgasm to subside, but the way you were being fucked made it hard. Your left leg started to shake violently as you tried to hold back, Capt Rogers ramming into you from behind before he finally grunted;

“Cum for me now”

When he pulled out you winced, quickly closing your legs as you felt his seed already start to drip out of you, and as he tucked himself back into his dress pants he winked;

“Good girl. Keep me inside” he reached for your hand; “Now come, a glass of champagne”

“Sit” he called out from the kitchen before you heard the quiet pop of the cork.

“But… i’ll make a mess of your leather…” you called back, only to hear his voice as he approached holding two glasses of the golden frizzante.

“Doesn’t matter. For what i have planned you’ll be making even more of a mess than just a smear of my cum”

“Now, i said sit”

Capt Rogers hadn’t moved, and you were now eye level with his crotch, the outline of his cock clear to see as the fine fabric clung to him. Licking your lips you quickly sipped at your glass again before he tucked a finger beneath your chin to pull your gaze up to his face;

“Don’t worry, you’ll be getting another load soon… i have something else planned first… tell me a little about yourself…”

“I asked you to tell me about yourself…”

“Would you like to open your gift?”

“Oh my god…”

Glancing up you saw Capt Rogers eyeing you suspiciously, before you wrapped your hand around the contents and pulled it from the packaging, laying it across both of your palms as you gazed down at the heavy rubber dildo. It was so detailed, every vein and ridge perfectly formed, before a thought suddenly struck you and your eyes went wide;

“Is this… is this you?”

For a moment you simply held it, wide eyed at the thought of performing such an intimate act, but shook that thought from your mind as you settled back against the cushions, hooking both feet onto the edge of the low glass table in front of you, your heels hanging over the edge as you parted your thighs and trailed a hand down to your core, rubbing against the wet lace that was soaked from Capt Rogers fucking you just a few minutes before. Lifting the dildo you considered it for a moment before spitting on it, bringing your soaked hand up and working the combined wetness over the thickness, pulling your panties to one side and resting the wide tip at your entrance.

Working your body in the same way you had done so many times in private, thinking of Captain Steve Rogers - even before your first sexual encounter with him - it was now surreal as you watched him palming himself through his clothing as you fucked yourself with the rubber imitation of him.

You could feel yourself getting close, the air in the room thick with lust as the only sounds were heavy breathing and the wet sounds coming from between your legs, when he called out;

“Stop”

With a whine you did. Pausing, waiting for his instruction;

“Take it out and stand”

The obscene sucking squelch as you removed the dildo from your aching core filled the room, before you set it down on the box and stood on shaky legs.

“Come here”

Your legs felt like jelly, crossing the room and standing before him, watching as he parted his legs further to make room for you;

“What would you like me to do Daddy?”

“On your knees”

“Lets see how good that mouth of yours is?”

“Cry those tears for me, i know they’re not tears of pain or discomfort… its just overwhelming, isn’t it?”

Gasping for breath you were wide eyed, no doubt your makeup ruined but in the quiet of his apartment you watched him as he gritted his teeth and regained his composure. Finally he spoke;

“Turn around and sit on my lap… legs together and bounce on my dick”

You stood and turned, backing up and bending over before he pressed a hot palm to your naked thigh;

“Stop. Bend over. Let me look at that silken purse”

“Very nice, holding treasures within…”

“Hmmmn, another treasure waiting to be pillaged… but first…”

His warm hands smoothed over the soft globes of your ass before pushing against you back;

“Bounce for me Princess”

“Stay”

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Steve.

He could feel that you were ready, lifting you up before positioning himself at your prepared hole;

“Just relax Princess, i know you can do it”

He spoke softly, quietly… reassuring you as he watched you slowly stretching around him, and that first inch as he slipped inside you it took all his control not to slam deep inside your guts.

With one hand under your buttcheek he held you up as he could feel your body stretching, growing accustomed to his girth inside you, and as you started to relax he would slip inside a little further.

“OH FUCK…” Steve cursed, his hands flying to your hips and his head rolling back to rest on the couch as he fought not to blow his load right there and then in the dark recesses of your ass.

“Shhhh… slow down Princess…”

“Steve...” you whined, feeling the intense pleasure shoot through your body; “I’m gonna cum”

“Don’t… not yet…” he gasped out; “Please… wait…”

“I can’t…”

Your back arched and you felt your mind leave your body for a split second, vaguely aware of the rumble in Capt Rogers chest as your orgasm set off his own, filling your ass with thick ropes of his seed as you lay prone on his chest.

“Let me run you a bath”

Steve

“I’ve set some clothing out for you on my bed, i’ll be right out once i’ve showered”

“Looks good on you”

You turned and smiled at his words and he could have sworn he felt his heart swell just a little more at the look on your face, watching as you bounced across the room and planted a kiss to his lips;

“Thank you…”

“Looks beautiful on you Princess”

Searching through the coffee station in Steve’s kitchen you found a box of mixed herbals teas, and once you’d figured out his over engineered kettle it was soon warming up to get to a steady boil. Looking around the kitchen you spied the half drunk bottle on the counter, surprised when it stated it was zero alcohol when you felt a pair of warm arms wrap around your waist and a bearded mouth trace kissed up your neck;

“There’s still champagne…”

His deep voice resonated through your spine, and you slowly spun in his arms before you wrapped yours around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his lips;

“I need something to soothe my throat after all the screaming you made me do”

“Fair enough” he said with a smile, giving your ass a squeeze; “Go take a seat, i’ll bring it over to you”

A few minutes later he set a steaming mug down in front of you, sitting beside you as he cleared his throat;

“I have a proposition for you…”

Blowing on the hot tea you raised an eyebrow as he continued;

“I’d like to keep you”

“Keep me?”

He shifted on his seat;

“I mean… come to an arrangement… an exclusive arrangement”

“So, like a sugar Daddy thing?” you asked

“Yes, as in a kept-woman”

You paused for a moment, considering what he was telling you before gently setting down your tea;

“I like the sound of this, but i want you to be specific with what you mean, what will be provided, and what any repercussions are”

“How do you feel about that?” he asked as he finally finished detailing what seemed like the dream arrangement.

You smiled at him as you shifted on the seat, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders;

“I think i feel pretty good about it”

Your lips met and the kiss was deep and passionate, bodies entwined and arousal growing when suddenly a loud ringing came from the table, Steve’s phone furiously vibrating against the glass.

“Fuck… Sorry, i need to get that”

Steve quickly lifted and set you down on the couch as he stood and answered the phone, listening intently before ending the call with a curt confirmation. Crossing the room he knelt at the side of the couch;

“I’m so sorry, i’ve got to go… my work…”

“I get it” you interrupted; “I know your line of work means sudden assignments”

“I’ve got to be at the compound in an hour, but your place is on the way so i can drop you home, this isn’t how i wanted today to end, but its the job…”

“I understand”

Twenty minutes later you were standing on the sidewalk outside your building, watching as Steve’s plain black Audi disappeared into traffic, wanting to wave but he’d said not to. Your phone chimed and your eyes went wide when you saw the ‘tip’ he’d given you, more than three months rent and a promise to call when he was off mission. You had never imagined you’d be in this situation, but you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity.

What you didn’t see was the person watching you from the shadows, already knowing you were their target, the perfect leverage.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers fanfic #captain america x reader #captain america x you

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kakakakashi · 4 years ago

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Hokage’s Office: The Desk I

100 Follower Celebration - Day 2

Kakashi Hatake x Reader || NSFW

Warnings: porn without plot, spanking, cursing, Kakashi’s filthy mouth, y’all know the drill

Word count: 2,112

A/N: Dorks in love! Dorks in love! Dorks in love... who are also slightly kinky.

“Thank you, captain. You’re all dismissed except Y/N.”

You gave a nod in understanding, as professional as ever. Sure, you and the Hokage were an item, but first and foremost, you were shinobi. Whenever you were in the public eye, you were professional. Well, most of the time.

You figured Kakashi had wanted to catch up, to have company while he did his paperwork. That is, until the door shut.

You waited in your position before the Hokage’s desk while Kakashi stood from his chair. You’d thought he was going to approach you for a hug, but he simply past your fame to get the door. The sound of the lock activating made you realize his intentions, and you bit your lower lip at the thought of what was about to come.

Heavy breath husked in your ear, Kakashi’s proximity taking you by surprise. His body was almost pressed against yours, and he even went so far as to take your earlobe between his teeth.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” The sound of his words sent a shudder through your body. “You’re practically dripping.”

He wasn’t wrong. You’d missed him a lot on this last mission, and while you walked back, your mind began to wander. Kakashi naturally starred in all your daydreams. They started innocent enough, but by the time you’d entered the gate, you’d be lucky if heaven ever let you in. You couldn’t help yourself, though. You’d missed him so much, and in more ways than one.

You thought that you’d shaken off the dirty thoughts by the time you met Kakashi in his office, but apparently his sense of smell told another story.

“What’s got you so wet?”

His lips pressed against your neck through his mask, and you clenched your thighs together in an attempt to get some form of friction against your core. You hadn’t realized how turned on you were until now, especially when he rested his hands on your hips and started stroking his thumbs. Your pulse was racing, the air felt too hot, and your mind was already drifting. In a breathy murmur, you informed him, “You do. I was thinking about you.”

Kakashi chuckled against your neck. “What were you thinking about?”

All of the sinful fantasies from earlier came back. With each of the scenarios, you felt yourself getting more aroused.

“You fucking me,” you confessed, “Your hands, your mouth, your cock. You.”

He must have liked what he heard because a growl ripped deep from within his chest before he pulled away.

“Bend over.”

You did as you were told, bending over the Hokage’s desk, pressing your palms across the scattered papers for support and spreading your legs for the man behind you.

Kakashi took the opportunity to press his body against yours, reaching his thick fingers around to undo your pants before he retreated to push them down your thighs. You felt his palm press against your lower back, encouraging you to bend over further. You took the hint and went so far as to press your cheek against the desk to get more comfortable.

“Mmmmh.” It was something between a laugh and a purr. “Look how wet you are for me. You made this big of a mess just from thinking about me?”

“Please, Kakashi.” you whined. The fire in your veins made you sound even more desperate than you wanted, but you couldn’t help it. You had been worked up for so long, you wanted nothing more than for him to make you see stars.

A chuckle rumbled through his chest, and you balled your hands into fists at your frustration. Your cunt was practically throbbing, and the pulsing sensation was only magnified by the cool air throughout the office. Emptiness overwhelmed you, knowing that Kakashi was so close, but you knew he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Hands behind your back, love,” he cooed. His sinfully sweet tone laced with the promise of something more malicious. You did as you were told, reaching your hands behind your lower back, so Kakashi could take both of them in one of his large palms. He squeezed them together tight enough to keep you in place, but not enough to really make it painful. “How many do you think you can take?”

His breath fanned across your neck and jaw, causing a shiver to run through your body, landing in the pool between your legs. “Five.”

Your words came out breathlessly, but Kakashi only clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Come on, doll. We both know you can take more than that. Five could hardly satisfy you. Let’s at least double it and make it ten,” Kakashi suggested. You clenched around nothing at his suggestion, giving him all the answer he needed. “Looks like someone likes that idea.”

You could feel your heart thumping in your ears while you squirmed in Kakashi’s grasp.

“I need to hear it,” he stated, “I won’t touch you until I hear it.”

Your fuzzy head knew exactly what Kakashi meant, but you could hardly form a coherent thought with your desire consuming you. You could even feel your slick begin to make its way to the border of your thighs.

“Yes!” you all but cried, “Please, Kakashi! Yes! I can take ten. Please, just touch me!”

“God, you’re so desperate for me,” the smirk in his voice was audible, “Legs spread, begging me to spank you like a slut, in my office, nonetheless. What a naughty girl.”

A soft moan fell past your lips at his words. You also heard the sound of fabric rustling. He was probably lowering his mask to help him get his glove off with his teeth. Sure enough, after a moment, you saw the article land right beside your face with a clink of the metal. You could sense him drawing his hand back to prepare for the first strike, and you felt like ten years past before the hot sting of his large palm cracked against your ass.

You moaned at the contact, louder than you expected. Heat consumed your behind while Kakashi kneaded the flesh to soothe it a little bit. The sensation had your hips bucking without your consent, but it only made Kakashi chuckle to himself. His hand retreated from you, and you immediately braced yourself for the next hit. The sting had you arching your back and tossing your head with pleasure. You moaned out again at the repeated action, encouraging Kakashi further.

A third spank had you feeling right where Kakashi’s palm was making contact with you. You knew your ass was already as flushed as your face was. You could feel the tingling of the blood flow, and it only added to the electricity in your core. Four. You bit your lip to try to stifle your noise, and you found yourself squirming in desperation again. You tried to fight against Kakashi’s grip on you, but you couldn’t. You were completely at his mercy when he drew back one last time. Five. Tears prickled in your eyes at the sensation. Out of arousal or out of pain, you’d never know.

Instead, you noted how Kakashi released the hand that tightly bound your wrists. The second of relief was quickly replaced by his hot, bare palm that was previously cracking against your ass. Another second passed when he took of the other glove before he snapped his palm against your previously untouched cheek. Again, your hips bucked unconsciously while he soothed the ache. You were whimpering with need at the bubbling sting. You couldn’t take much more of this. Again, Kakashi’s palm collided with your flesh, your backside jiggling with the force. You couldn’t help the spasm of your insides while he continued his work. Eight. Your cries were broken when they escaped your throat, and you noticed the wetness between your legs had caught on Kakashi’s hand while he was massaging you. The sensation had you jerking again, but it made him retract his touch. Nine. You could feel the ghost of his palm on you, and you just wanted to get the tenth over with.

Crack. You practically screamed. The thought of someone potentially hearing was nowhere near your mind. You were too desperate to control yourself at this point.

The sound of rustling fabric had you squirming again before Kakashi’s hard muscles were pressed against your back.

“You gonna be a good girl and take what I give you?” his gravelly voice gave way to how much your little show had affected him.

You nodded. “Yes! Yes! Just please fuck me! I need you. Please!”

“Good girl.” Kakashi’s lips sucked on your neck, eliciting a throaty groan before his teeth sunk into the outstretched column at the exact moment when he guided his tip to your soaking entrance.

You whined for him, “Please!”

That was all he needed, immediately thrusting his hips into yours with one harsh buck of his hips. His hard length stretched you so much, a high-pitched yelp escaped you in the most delightful way. Kakashi set a brutal pace, quickly drawing his hips back before slamming into you with all his might until he was buried so deep inside you, you were sure you were going to pass out. The sensation of his hips crashing into you only accentuated the sting in your ass, and his balls were slapping against your clit deliciously. You were doing your best to hold onto reality when your bodies collided, but you couldn’t help yourself when he found that little spot inside you. Your back arched impossibly more while your toes curled.

Your soul felt like it had left your body while white hot pleasure overtook you with every drag of Kakashi’s shaft against your insides. He was so deep you could hardly tolerate it. With your eyes rolling back into your head, and your walls clamping around Kakashi’s length, your entire body was in a dizzying spiral towards orgasm. All you could do was take it all and enjoy every moment of the senseless pleasure consuming your body. When you felt yourself getting closer, you noticed Kakashi’s pace begin to quicken the slightest bit, only interrupted when his hips stuttered every once in a while.

“That’s it, love. Take it all like the needy little slut you are. Come on, you can do it. Cum on my cock like a good girl. I can feel you getting close.”

You cried out senselessly again at Kakashi’s dirty words, muscles beginning to shake and give out the more the flames consumed you. The elastic in your lower stomach was gradually tightening with each time Kakashi pushed into you and pulled out. You were a writhing mess, unable to hold on when the knot snapped, and your throat cracked with a cry of pleasure. Your muscles all tensed while you screamed, and the feeling of your high overtook you. You saw white. There was no other feeling in the world than pleasure. There was nothing else in the world but Kakashi animalistically fucking you on his desk.

The sensation of you squeezing him so tight had him releasing into you with a cry just as loud as yours, his hips bucking erratically when his balls tightened, and his length twitched inside you. His warm white seed shot into you, causing you to release a choked sob at the sensation. Both of you quaking with your highs, muscles giving out, and riding out the pleasure until you both collapsed atop his desk.

When you both fully came back to yourselves, neither of you could form words. The only sound in the Hokage’s office was your combined panting. The room smelled like a mix of sex and sweat, and you prayed nobody would notice. You noticed your throat was dry and tired, and it made you wonder exactly how much noise you had made. You found yourself flushing even more at the thought that somebody had heard, but Kakashi was quick to quell your fears while releasing your wrists.

“If anyone asks,” his voice sounded as hoarse as yours felt, “I’ll just break out my lightning blade.” The sweet kiss he planted across your shoulder was less than comforting, though.

“Please,” you laughed at him, “You’ll probably brag.”

You could hear the smile in Kakashi’s voice when he retorted, “Well, can you blame me? Have you seen yourself? I’m not gonna hide the fact that I’m the one who gets to fuck you like this.”

You simply laughed at the dork who was still sheathed deep inside you, and your heart glowed when he joined in. You really did love him.

#cherry's 100 follower celebration #naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #cherry has ideas sometimes #hi. i’m cherry queen of the sin bin.#100 #cherry posts about ninja nerds

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softmothprince · 4 years ago

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Pet

Two for one special on Obey Me! fics this month, I still wanted to writer after posting my Mammon one.

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“You know I’m busy right now.” Lucifer sighs, glancing at the pouting girl standing over him. “I will join you later, sweet girl. But do not test my patience.”

Instead of taking his warning, she pushes his chair back and grabs his face in her hands, pressing their lips together softly. MC’s lips taste like cherry candy, most likely from the chapstick Asmo gave her not that long ago. His fingers curl into those soft locks and tugs her head back as he stands, allowing him to press more against her.

His other hand grabs around her waist and squeezes tightly, pulling her against his front. Their tongues flick and tangle against each other, and when they part a small string of spit is connecting their lips still.

“I may be able to forgive you for this interruption, sweet thing. Hands together, in front of you.” He hums when she does so, untying the knot at his neck and pulls the slim fabric from its place.

He ties her hands together with the red silk, keeping the knot tight but comfortable. He sits down and reaches under her skirt to pull down her panties, then proceeding to tug her into his lap. Her tied hands loop around his neck and rest at his nape, fingers playing with his hair.

Lucifer holds her in place by a hand on her hip while the other undoes his slacks and pulls out his cock, slowly stroking it until it is erect and pulsing. He then slips his hand up to her pussy, thumb finding her clit and rubbing in smooth circles until he feels the wet heat trickling against his fingertips.

“Up you go.”

MC’s knees dig into the plush material of the arm chair as she sits up on them, before slowly sinking down onto the head of his cock. She gasps and wiggles, arms straining against the tie.

“Easy, pet. Take only what you can.” He purrs, rubbing his hand over her thigh. “It won’t do either of us any good if you break yourself too quickly.”

She whines and rolls her head onto her shoulder, staring at the smug demon with watery eyes. Taking a deep breath, she sinks down all the way and tosses her head back, letting out a soft cry as her thighs quiver on either side of his hips. Though her head is forced back forward and she finds herself staring into deep red eyes.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Look me in the eye as you take my cock.” He orders, tugging on the tie when she twitched. “You wanted this, didn’t you? Be a good girl and look into your master’s eyes.” That does it, and she stares eagerly into his eyes as he manages to push her down harder.

Lucifer hums in approval, leaning forward to place a kiss to her forehead. “Now, you are going to sit there and be silent until this is completed, alright?” He says, bumping his hips up when she takes too long to respond and gets a choked ‘yes sir!’ in response. “Good girl.”

Keeping one hand on her back, he lets her lean against his chest as he slides his chair closer to the desk and reaches around to continue his paperwork. MC sighs and nuzzles into his shoulder, letting her eyes close as the warmth from Lucifer’s body seeps into hers.

In what feels like hours later, only twenty minutes, the demon sets his pen down and turns his attention completely to his pet. He gently grabs the nape of her neck and squeezes, waking her from her daze and making her sit up.

“Lucifer…?” She asks, whimpering when he squeezes her thighs around his waist and stands up. He walks over to the couch and drops them both down. “What are you-”

“I’m going to do as you wish, sweet thing.” His hand tightens around her neck and she gasps. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re nothing but a mess that only knows my name.” He wastes no time in thrusting back into her pussy, grunting and moaning into her ear.

Their skin makes loud, wet sounds as it slaps together, only being drowned out by MC’s loud moans and squeals. Her moans break off into weak pleads, voice cracking and rising in pitch.

“M-master ple-please, please I ca-AN’T!” She sobs, tugging at the silk still around her wrists.

He growls, scraping his teeth over her marked up throat and pulls her thighs tighter around his waist. “That’s it, my pet. Beg. Beg for me to let you cum. Scream until you’re hoarse.” He pushes himself faster, watching her struggle more against her restraints.

In a split second decision, he swiftly undoes the tie and purrs when her hands latch onto his back, nails digging into the skin and marking the pale skin. It happens so fast that she doesn’t realize exactly when, but her fingers snag onto the dark feathers of his wings and whatever she did next caused Lucifer to sink his teeth into her shoulder.

Blood bubbles up and out, staining both of their skin red. The taste and feeling of her blood on his tongue causes an almost animalistic sound to build in his chest. He doesn’t stop when he feels her cum around his cock, her velvety walls spasming and trying to milk him. He has to force himself to not just cum inside her warm cunt.

There would be a time for that. Once he feels that familiar edge, he pulls out and strokes his cock until it shoots white all over her heaving stomach. Lucifer quickly gains control of his breathing, finding his pet still blissed out and locked into subspace. Humming softly, he carefully strokes her cheek before moving to lift her off the couch.

He moves to his bathroom and draws up a bath, which he sits both of them in once it is full. He runs a cloth gently over her sensitive flesh, shushing her when she flinches and whimpers. He presses a kiss to her temple, muttering sweet words until he is finished with those spots and then continues quietly.

He then tilts her head back, taking the shower head to wet her hair before washing the strands and tenderly running his fingers through it. Once he determines it clean, he nestles her against his chest and places soft kisses over her face, trying to bring her back. After a few seconds, he notices her eyes are in focus and looking at him.

“Have you come back to me, sweet thing?” He whispers, cupping her face in his hand and stroking his thumb under her eye.

She nods slowly, grabbing his hand in hers and leans into it with a sigh. The steam from the water fills her lungs and relaxes her further, causing her to lean even more into the demon.

“You can sleep, pet. I will get you to bed.”

Is the last thing she hears before she falls asleep against Lucifer, the deep rumbling in his chest curling around her lovingly.

#obey me #lucifer #om! lucifer #obey me lucifer #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader #reader #writing #lemon #female reader

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aching-tummies · 4 years ago

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Fiction Mirrors Reality

Hmm..so apparently I lived out a sort of kink fantasy of mine on accident today. Well, doing part-2 as I write this.

I treated myself to milk-tea after work today. They're sold in heat-sealed cups (bubble-tea). Considering there's a mandatory-mask bylaw thing in effect in my city I realized that it'd be better to save stabbing my straw into the drink for when I got home and could remove my mask. I was going to take transit home and I didn't want to accidentally spill my drink when I knew I wouldn't be able to sip at it with my mask on. So I stashed it in a pocket and headed to the nearest bus stop to try to make my way home. Unfortunately, the bus came and went five minutes early and blew passed me on my way to the stop. Checking the bus schedule revealed that I had another 45 minutes before the next one was expected to arrive so I ducked into a fast-food restaurant right by the stop and ordered a coffee to sip on while I waited.

Apparently, the milk in the coffee was enough to upset my stomach. I'm not super lactose intolerant or whatever. My stomach doesn't aways react badly to milk. Sometimes it's just a minor ache that goes away after a while on it's own and other times the same amount of milk will cause my guts to cramp up and try to purge the offending milk from both ends. I mainly use it in coffee so it's usually the same amount of milk each time I take any. Welp, apparently today was a "cramp and purge" kind of day. After I got home I put the sealed milk-tea in the fridge and spent a majority of the night in my bathroom. Hours later, my stomach is sore and still grumbling, trying to purge the trace amounts of the offending milk from my system...but the milk-tea is still here. If I leave it in the fridge one of my family members will take it--even if I write my name on it...and I worked hard to treat myself to this thing. It's been a hellish week at work so I wanted to treat myself.

Tomorrow's a day off and I woke up this morning with tummy-kink on my mind...had to put that on the back-burner 'cuz I needed to head to work though. So...yeah...here I am preparing to drink a large milk-tea on a stomach that's only just managed to rid itself of my first, ill-fated dose of dairy ^^ hopefully the sensations will finally give me the push I need to write some decent things for the stomach-ache tag.

Currently I've got this as a sort of snippet of a RP starter or whatever:

"Uhm...I don't think...I don't think my stomach will be able to handle all this." A mutters sheepishly, turning the sealed drink around in their hands as though sizing it up. "Oh? I'm counting on it." B smiles sadistically and gestures for A to start drinking. A opens the drink, resigning themselves to what will happen. They start with a large swallow, hoping to get this over with quicly knowing full-well they just "got over" another lactose-induced upset stomach. The cramps only just started ebbing in the last twenty minutes and they've been feeling twinges and spasms in their intestines as their upset guts try to purge the trace amounts of dairy left clinging to their insides. They rub their stomach as they begin to swallow, still feeling the soreness of their last upset tummy and knowing that their stomach is not going to like this new influx of dairy. With each gulp their abdominal muscles clench tighter and tighter. It feels like their guts are slowly being gripped by a vice. By the third mouthful their stomach grumbles to punctuate each swallow. A wants to stop and allow themselves to burp, to try to relieve some of the pressure in their abused gut. They keep the drink firmly pressed to their mouth and soldier on, knowing that B has been preparing for and looking forward to this 'game' for a while now. Sharp pains sting at their stomach--along their rib-cage and under their navel. The twinging cramps occur in a rapid-fire, random sequence and there's a low, inaudible rumbling behind the stinging twinges, a subtle hint at the horrors that await A's sickly belly. The image of swallowing a dozen live wasps comes to mind as A fights to continue swallowing--to continue ingesting the 'treat' that would normally be delicious but currently is more like a toxin for their sensitive gastro-intestinal tract. A swallows what they hope was a burp--the pressure in their gut is too much for them to tell if it was only air coming up or something with more substance. The sour, burning feeling at the back of their throat suggests it was the latter. They don't want to find out. B reaches over and runs a palm over the crest of A's bloating tummy. Their upper stomach area has bloated outwards and is fairly solid. B licks their lips as they imagine the mix of liquid and gas that's causing the distension. Unable to hold themselves back, B presses into A's side, forcing some of the pressure upward. A groans as a short and abrupt burp interrupts their determined swallowing. B relents the pressure of their palm and strokes A's stomach lightly in apology, though they're not really sorry. After two more swallows A breaks their rhythm again and lets out a quiet moan around the drink. B's hand has been swirling in gentle circles over A's stomach, causing the contents to swirl and burble in their fleshy prison. They pause as they feel a massive shift under their palm. A's moan sharply increases in pitch--they're in pain--and barely a fraction of a second later an impassioned groan resounds under B's palm, harmonizing with A's moan. B gently rubs their thumb over the taut surface of A's stomach, feeling how the muscles are still squeezed together in a massive cramp. A wet 'squelch'ing noise from A's left side draws B's attention and their hand flies to the spot, following the wet noises to rest directly over A's navel. The milk is percolating through A's gastric system much faster than anticipated. B frowns, disappointed that the fun may be over too quicky tonight. The sickly squelches and rumbles that are now resounding all over A's abdominal area alleviates B's disappointment. The sounds are audible and it sounds like the dairy is tearing poor A's belly to shreds. A has given up holding in their belches and every swallow is accompanied by a sharp release of gas--some more wet-sounding than others. The hiccups that ravage their diaphram also serve to upset their stomach, forcing more belches and more activity under B's palm. B pauses their hand over the center of A's straining belly, debating whether or not to give it a bit of a push.

So...what would you do? Are you going to press into A's distended tummy? Will A puke or will it all come out the other end? Or will it come out at all? Leave your ideas about what you'd do or what you want to see happen in my ask-box!

#tummy ache #tummy kink #stomach ache kink

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