#drink fluid after a massage

[kiera-raelyn]

Ok, but like... can you imagine? Chris the Massage Boy is at least mildly (Tumblr) famous and he probably doesn't even know?

One has to wonder if he is on Tumblr. And what the reaction would be to coming across stories of himself. Does that start out as a sort of vague recognition? Like, hm, that sounds familiar. And then eye squinting, wait a minute. That sounds really familiar. And just a growing realization that this is about him? Is there horror? Amusement? Fondness, because hey, I had a positive impact on someone and I didn't even know?

Search is turning up nothing, but that's Tumblr even if there is something, so:

Have I told you guys about my many adventures with the brothel massage parlour around the corner from my house yet?

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I love to get 2 on

Tags: Satoru x fem!Reader, Toji x fem!Reader, mmf, polyamory, cursing, smut (fighting over who gets to breed you), dumbification, finger sucking, breeding kink duh, implied size kink, daddy kink, mdni.

An: this is so self indulgent of me to write but idc nothing else is intriguing me besides this thought. this will likely end up being a small series because i have sooooo many ideas about these two nasty fucks.

Having both Toji and Satoru as boyfriends was not for the weak willed because these two men are constantly at each other’s throats when it comes to your attention.

“Don’t look at him. Look at me. ‘m the one givin this pussy what she wants.” Toji’s husky voice growls into your ear, breath fanning across your skin before he grunts.

His hips are slapping against yours — fucking you deep into the mattress while his heavy cock slides in and out of your sloppy hole. Pornographic squelches are coming straight from your pussy, making you cringe, but both of your boyfriends seem to be going feral from it.

Satoru’s pale blue eyes roll as Toji once again steals the show away from him. His palm cups your chin, and he drags your focus right back to his swollen cock. His tip is a pretty shade of pink, and it’s sweltering — leaking beads of precum over and over while he leisurely drags his hand up and down his length .

“Don’t listen to him. Look at Toru.” He coos with a grin, loving how fucked out your face gets when Toji absolutely ruins you. “He’s just a placeholder, riiight~? You’re still going to let me breed you after.”

You’re so pliant for them, nodding your head like a dumb slut. Nothing else in the world is better than when they both take turns breeding you again and again.

“This placeholders ‘bout to make her cum again.” Toji taunts, gripping your hips with bruising strength as he rolls his hips just the way you like. His tip presses kisses of precum so deep inside you. You can barely breathe much less think.

“You better not, princess. Suppose to wait for Toru, remember?” Satoru’s voice grows stern, and his eyes bore into yours in an almost eerie fashion.

“C’mon, doll. Cum for daddy. I can feel you tightening around me. I know ya want to.”

It’s all so much. Watching Satoru fuck into his wrist while Toji’s tip is practically massaging your g-spot. You give Satoru a sorrowful glance before letting out a pleasured cry. Your hands fist at the sheets, and your toes literally curl as juices gush out around the base of Toji’s cock.

“Yeeaah, not bad for a placeholder, right?” Toji’s lips quirk up into a smirk before he presses a kiss to your lips, drinking down your moans just to rub it in Satoru’s face even more.

All it takes is one look from Satoru, and Toji slides out of you with a grin. “I got ‘er warmed up for ya.” Toji laughs as he and Satoru switch positions. You lazily part your thighs for Satoru, still trying to catch your breath from the soul shattering orgasm Toji just gave you.

“Nuh uh. You wanted to be a slut on his cock. ‘m gonna treat you like one.” His hands grab your waist, and he rolls you onto your stomach forcefully.

From the outside, everyone would probably guess that brooding Toji’s the mean one in these scenarios, but they’d be dead wrong.

Satoru, after a life of being spoilt, gets so rude and aggressive when he doesn’t get what he wants. Toji purposefully pushes him to that point — partly so he can watch you get railed deeply into the mattress until tears fall from your eyes.

The heel of Satoru’s palm connects with your back, and he forces your face and shoulders down into the sheets while his other hands guides his cock to your weeping entrance.

You grip at the sheets immediately, letting out a hiss as he buries himself all the way to the hilt in one fluid thrust.

“Fuck.” Satoru groans as if he’s genuinely mad at how wet you are — frustrated that Toji could get you this messy.

Toji brushes your hair away from your face, and his large palm rubs at your cheek gently — a tender reminder to keep your eyes on him while he jerks his cock right in front of your face.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you? I was- ngh.. gonna be nice to you tonight… since hah~ I’m trying to put a baby in you.” Satoru’s hips are forcefully slamming into your backside. He’s not moving fast, but his pace is punishing. “Toji’s already got a kid. It’s my turn.”

Your juices are seeping around his cock, forming a thin white line right around the base that makes Satoru’s cock twitch in delight. His hand slaps at the fat of your ass smack! before he’s pulling on your hips, making you meet him halfway just so he can make his thrusts count.

“Takin’ him so well. Keep it up for, daddy, yeah?” Toji murmurs before pressing a loving kiss to your temple.

Your mouth opens for Toji, and he gives you an affectionate chuckle before placing his thumb against your tongue to soothe that oral fixation you have. He knows that if he fucks your face, Satoru will have even more of a hissy fit and probably fuck you out of commission for a few days.

“Focus on him, doll. Looks like he’s making ya feel real good.” You nod, sucking on Toji’s thumb in between breathless whines and moans.

Satoru’s balls are so heavy, brutally slapping against your puffy clit with each thrust. Thwak! Thwak! Thwak! He’s been saving up for you, adamant that he needs to breed you. He’s the upcoming Gojo clan head after all; it’s natural that those old hags want a baby with his blessed genes.

All it takes is feeling your spongy walls clench around him like a vice, and Satoru’s jerking you up by your arms, forcing your back in to an arch to where the imprint of his dick bulges through your belly.

Both of you are so noisy when you cum, Toji thinks. He watches in slight awe as Satoru pumps you full with his sticky seed. He can tell by the look on Satoru’s face that you’re milking him for all he’s worth too, and it’s so fucking hot.

Toji pushes you back down into the bed. Both men aren’t good with words. They’re good at doing. He arches his hips out before rope after rope of white hot cum spurt from his tip all over your face, marking his territory.

After a moment of cleaning up and giving you small tokens of affection through praises and kisses, the men are right back at each other’s throats.

“Ya know, if you’re not able to keep up, I can breed her cunt, and let ya pass off my kid as yours.” Toji taunts with a smirk.

“Yeah, as if your first kid didn’t look like he came from your ass. Fat chance. Sweets and I are gonna make a pretty blue-eyed baby with white hair.” Satoru hums as he affectionately ruffles your hair. “Isn’t that right, pretty~?”

[ridingthatd]

⊹ ₊ ˚𓂃 BIPLOAR NANAMI

⊹ ₊ ˚𓂃 nanamixfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, aggressive nanami, daddy nanami , nanami being nasty

nanami was the sweetest boyfriend anyone could ask for. he would treat you with so much gentility. affection. love.

nanami was really the definition of a gentleman. gentle kisses on your forehead. long big arms folding you close to his chest. muttering nothing but sweet things. breakfast made by him, helping you serve dinner then gently place you on his huge thighs teasingly biting the sensitive part of your neck ripping a sweet giggle out of you. giving you massages to your feet after a long day of wearing heels- kissing the top of your feet while he gently rub the soreness out of it.

nanami was such a man, the aura around him screamed musculanity. muscles surrounded every inch of his body, you weren't really shocked by that since you would wake up to grunting and groaning sounds every morning at 4am- sounds coming from your man as he do his push ups shirtless, biceps flexing each time he goes up-down. up-down. it was such a drooling sight that it had your pussy clenching everytime.

as if nanami could feel your eyes on him. he would stop- taking in a deep breath then slowly get up to take a glance at you. you slowly trail your eyes from the sweat that's dripping from his forehead. to his biceps just to slide across his abs to the delicious v line. grey pants hanging lowly against his hips- failing to hide his boxer the same boxer that's hiding the thick, juicy cock, outlined in his grey pants that's already hard from the attention you're giving him.

"hm" nanami hummed lowly while making his way towards you, trailing his hands under the cover of the blanket just to get ahold of your thighs, squeeze them. he has made it his daily routine to have his special- what he calls after work out protein from you every morning. you slowly spread your legs for him to crawl in, he didn't have to remove any clothes from your gorgeous body- because you were already bared and naked for him. only wearing a shirt- his shirt since nanami made it clear that he doesn't like his food to be enveloped.

nanami has always had a quite liking to your breast- he always manage to give them extra attention no matter where you are or what you are doing.

he says it restore his energy- especially after a long exhausting day at work, as soon as he opens the door of the apartment you both share- he walks straight to where you are cooking dinner at the kitchen, he gently lifts you up, and place you on the counter- you just sit there running your finger tips through his hair smoothing it out. he lifts whatever shirt you're wearing and immediately lash into your nipples letting out a groan as if he was a starved man and your nipples was his first meal.

nanami might be your sweet boyfriend. but deep inside you knew there's a side- maybe sides of him, he doesn't wanna show you. after all you have only been together for a few months.

at first you never questioned that. you never questioned the sweetness of your boyfriend. you never questioned the gentleness of your boyfriend.

you wake up at 4am as always but this time- it wasn't because of your boyfriend. it was because of the intense pain you're feeling in your belly- of course it's your period cramps. you groan and burry your head into your pillow- to in pain to notice that nanami has already made his way towards you- crawling into the bed ready to take his protein.

he gently rub your feets giving you a hint to spread your legs- and let him lap on your sweet pink pussy.

"not today nanami, im on my period" you tiredly mumble, to exhaust.

nanami raise an eyebrow up "and? i don't mind licking your blood soaked pussy- it's still a natural fluid, coming from your little pussy that I wanna drink on" he horsely say- clearly indicating that he also just woke up a couple minutes ago.

"ew no nanami that's gross" you say pushing his hands away with your feets- little did you know that this action activated a side of nanami that you have never experienced.

"so you're denying me from having my pussy?" nanami says through clenched teeth, clearly not happy that you denied him what's his.

you frown caught of guard by the tone of his voice- you have never seen nanami mad or displeased at you before. he's always so gentle and understanding about everything when it comes to you.

you hold your face up from your pillow taking a look at him- standing at the edge of the bed with a blank expression on his face that you can't seem to read.

"I asked you a question y/n. are you denying me from what's mine?" he says sternly as if the next thing you say might be the death of you.

yet you still playfully roll your eyes at him and bring your face back into your pillow mumbling a "it's my pussy, not yours"

it goes silent for a moment you assumed that your boyfriend went to the bathroom to get ready for his work- but oh you were dead wrong.

you let out a gasp as you feel a strong hand firmly hold your hair, pulling your face out the pillow- it wasn't strong enough to hurt but it was sure enough to sting.

your head was turned around to face no one other then nanamis face.

"nanami-" you were cut off by your boyfriend tsking at you.

"I see now what it is- do I have to teach my little baby a lesson? make sure she knows that this pussy is very much mine?" you stare at him utterly confused- scared because that's completely off for nanami.

"i-" again you were cut off by him shushing you while bringing your face closer to his by your hair.

"you don't utter a word out of this pretty mouth of yours if you don't want daddy getting more mad at you baby" for some reason the insanity in his face make your pussy throb- you have never thought you would see nanami this way- viens popping out of his hands and neck, hair slightly messy, while his scary-angry eyes are staring at you like they wanna devour you.

you were used to nanami soft gaze at you but this- this was completely new. you were snapped back to him when you felt an aggressive pull at your hair that made you groan out.

"do you understand?" nanami spit out, you node eagerly clenching your thighs together- turned on by whatever is happening right now.

and nanami seems to notice that "aw my little baby's pussy is needy for me?" he aws at your pussy as if he's speaking to a baby- he realise your hair out of his grip and instead he holds both of your legs into his shoulder- holding your lower half body up in the air close to his face.

your shirt goes down from gravity exposing you fully- you're basically naked right now in front of his hungry eyes. pussy and ass so close to his face you can feel his warm breath against your pussy.

he groans out as he slowly pulls out your tampon and throw it into the trashcan next to your bed- your mind is to hazy and drung off pleasure to even care about what he just did.

you can feel his hand trailing up your stomach till it reachs your breast and he tugs hard on your nipple ripping a moan out of you- you arch your pussy into his face desperate for something- anything.

he trails his nose up to your pussy down to your ass sniffing everywhere- claiming what's his- then he lashes into your pussy his tongue is restless. lapping at every bit of you- to much to much you think. you couldn't help letting out a sniffle from how sensitive you're because of your period.

"is my baby sensitive?" he groans out trailing his tongue to your ass- as his eyes role behind his head.

you throw your head back and moan out at the ceiling- clearly to much for you to even form a sentence.

"mhm it's okay. daddy is gonna make you coat his cock with your blood and juice first before letting you cum" he says as he free his cock out, stroaking it hard as he lean in- "open your mouth for me baby" he whispers and you obey without hesitation.

nanami purse his lips and spit in your mouth, warm, wet spit hit your tongue and you swallow it all- nanami let out a whimper at the sight clearly going insane over this.

he slowly line up his cock on your puffy pink pussy, sliding in so fast. so hard. your pussy immediately squeeze around his dick like you're tryna strangel him. nanami couldn't help taking your little suck-covered feets close to his face and groan out into them. the little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make nanamis mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up.

nanami curses, head tipping back, Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.

"fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating. "faster, baby, shit—faster. I'm almost there, just a bit—nngh—a bit more."

his words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze around his dick as you cum,eyes rolling and he just watches himself slide in you, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, he pulls out and he comes with a long moan. his come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.

nanami thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.

"nanami" you suddenly breath out, making him to open his eyes just for them to turn dark as he watchs you slowly swiping your finger on your cum covered socks- covered with his cum, before you place it inside of your mouth, so sweetly sucking it, nanami groans, his cock is already hard again, ready to splash you with his cum again.

and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. lightly grasping your ankle, kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then kento tastes his own come. moaning, he takes your toes into his mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.

[demonsslayersstuff]

When You’re Sick (Male Hashira x Reader)

A/N: Head canons and drabbles about how the male Hashira take care of reader when they are sick. No major warnings, mostly fluff. Sanemi’s is written with a female character in mind. I’m gonna take a short break this weekend, so won’t post anything for a few days. Enjoy and have a lovely weekend!

A/N: Shout out to Shinobu and the mess she’s gonna be dealing with if reader gets sick 😂😂😂

Kyojuro Rengoku:

* Worries endlessly when you’re sick, but doesn’t show it. Immediately talks with Shinobu on how to properly care for you and if your super sick he’s legit carrying you to the Butterfly Mansion (🥲)

* This man is a space heater so has no issues cuddling with you when you’re sick. He’s holding you in his arms, massaging your achy muscles

* Takes the time to make your favorite tea or food and sits by you to make sure your keeping food and fluids down

* Tries to complete missions as quickly as possible in order to get back to you. Hates being apart when your ill, so as soon as he’s back your in his arms

You awaken to fingers softly stroking your hair. “Good morning little flame, how do you feel?”, Rengoku asks softly as you crack your eyes open. “Mmmm, a bit better, still tired”, you tell him, voice sleepy. “Let’s drink some water first and then you can go back to sleep”, Rengoku says, helping you sit up. He watches as you drink the full glass of water, before helping you lay back down. “If you’re not better by dinner, we are going back to see Shinobu”, he says as he lightly drapes the blanket back over your body. “M’kay”, you say, already half asleep.

Uzui Tengen:

* I’m not sure why but I see Tengen being more of a problem and less of a help when you’re sick. Like he’s worried but has zero clue on how to help you (😂)

* His wives are the ones taking care of you. They’re making you soup, tea, and keeping an extra eye on you

* Tengen does go out of his way to stop by and check in on you. Definitely see him spending a little extra time with you as you’re recovering. If you’re super sick he’s stopping by our g.o.a.t Shinobu to get medicine and medical advice

* I could see him coming to your room after a long mission and leaning down to kiss your forehead softly, making sure your resting well

It’s very late as Tengen carefully opens your bedroom door. He’d heard from his other wives that your fever finally broke, though you still needed time to rest and fully recover. He shuffles quietly towards your bed, grabbing the blanket you’d thrown off absentmindedly in your sleep. He covers you up before he leans down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. He thumbs your cheek softly before sighing, relief filling his body. Tengen gives you one final kiss before sneaking back out of your room, he’d check on you in the morning, but for now he was going to let you get the rest you need.

Giyuu Tomioka:

* I totally see Giyuu being able to take care of you all by himself. He’s a very resourceful and thoughtful guy, so you’ll be well taken care of if your sick

* Honestly Giyuu knows you so well that you’ll have what you need without asking. You constantly have tea, water, tissues, etc around at all times cause he’s that prepared

* Personally takes you to Shinobu if your super sick and would definitely postpone or delay missions until your well enough to be on your own.

* Does not let you go back to work until you’ve received an all clear and even then he keeps an extra eye on you during your first mission back.

“Giyuu”, you call softly, throat too sore to speak at normal volume. You watch as your husband enters the bedroom, tea already in hand as if he knew exactly what you were gonna ask for. “Thanks”, you say gripping the warm mug, relishing in the warmth it brings to your finger tips. “Of course, need anything else?”, he asks before softly putting his hand against your forehead, noting the slight fever you still had. “No”, you respond with a light smile before sipping the hot drink. “When you finish you should try to get some more sleep, I’m going to run out and get you some more medicine”, Giyuu tells you. You nod your head as you shuffle back under the covers. He leans down to give you a quick kiss, “I’ll be back soon, sleep”, he says before slipping out the door.

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

* Idk why, but I see him totally panicking the first time you get sick 😂😂. Like running you to Shinobu only for her to be like bro, it’s the flu, let her rest and drink fluids

* After that he’s much more attuned to your needs and wants. Notices the first signs of your illness and stocks up on your favorite drink and tissues.

* Though Sanemi takes his job seriously, I could see him asking for a day or two off to attend to your needs if you were really sick.

* He’s at your beck and call. No matter how small the need is, he’s taking care of it. Sanemi is with you every step of the way because he knows you’d do the same for him

“Drink plenty of water and tea. Make sure you to sleep as much as possible”, Shinobu says before wiping her thermometer off. You nod your head and Sanemi keeps a watchful eye on you, knowing all you want is to just sleep. “Thanks, I owe you”, Sanemi tells her, walking her to the door. “She should be ok, but if her fever doesn’t break by tomorrow, bring her to my estate”, Shinobu says before she heads out. Sanemi makes his way back to you, taking note of your already sleeping form. He makes quick work, gathering the supplies he needs before he finds a comfortable position on the floor next to you. Sanemi spends the next several hours placing cool cloths against your forehead, willing the fever to break. His hard work pays off, as your fever breaks when the morning light spills through the window. Sanemi finally breathes a sigh of relief before gently kissing your forehead, careful to not wake you.

Iguro Obanai:

* Does his best for to care for you, but is a bit out of his comfort zone. Internally freaking out the whole time your sick

* Honestly probably just takes you to Shinobu cause he doesn’t want you to get worse. Even if it’s just a cold, he’s making sure you get seen

* Makes an effort to make tea and probably asks Mitsuri or someone else to help make you healthy food to help with your recovery

* Not afraid to cuddle or hold you if you want it. Feels like he can’t really do anything else, so he’s at least doing that

“Obi, can you cuddle me?”, you ask him hesitantly as you watch up pick up the tray of food you’d just finished eating. “Of course, everything ok?”, he asks you, worry in eyes. “Yes, I just…I just want to be held”, you say, looking up at him. “Of course, I’ll be right back”, he murmurs before quickly hurrying out of the room. Obanai is back in flash, slipping under the covers and pulling you to his chest. “Thanks”, you mutter, relaxing to the sound of his heartbeat. “It’s the least I could do, sleep, I’m not going anywhere”, he says before stroking your hair softly, lulling you to sleep.

Gyeomi Himejima:

* Honestly probably the most chill out of all the Hashira. At the first sign of your illness he’s telling you to get rest and to see Shinobu if you get worse

* Does not let you go on missions until you’re 100% better. Probably takes your missions on top of his until you can handle them yourself again

* Makes sure your well tended for. Makes your favorite tea and if he can’t be there to cuddle you, you best bet y’all’s cats are doing the job

* Doesn’t worry unless you are very sick. If you are he’s leaving you in Shinobu’s trusted care. Prays for your healthy recovery

You feel a tissue being placed into your hand after your big sneeze. “Thanks love”, you say before blowing your nose. “I think you should stay home tonight”, the Stone Hashira says as the two you sit down for dinner. “It’s just a cold I’ll be fine”, you tell him reassuringly, ignoring the ache in your back. “No, you stay home and rest, I’ll take care of your mission tonight”, Gyomei tells you with a soft but authoritative voice, which you know is his final decision. “Ok, thank you, truly”, you tell him, and he hears the gratitude in your voice. “No worries love, if that cough is not better by the morning please go see Shinobu”, he replies, hand finding yours. He squeezes it gently. “Ok, let’s eat”, you tell him, before focusing on your food, enjoying the peaceful dinner with your husband.

[another-lost-mc]

i just read someone’s idea of reader drinking some lactating potion on accident and was wondering how the brothers would help the reader ���� THOUGHTS? 🎤

LEVIATHAN, ASMODEUS, BEELZEBUB & BELPHEGOR 2.4k words | NSFW | gn!Reader Content warnings: due to magical mishaps, Reader has larger, lactating breasts that are vaguely described; lactation kink, breast/nipple play, breast massaging/fondling, titty fucking, fingering, oral sex. More in the Lactation Kink series: Mammon | Solomon | Lucifer, Satan, Diavolo & Barbatos, Simeon, Karasu

LEVIATHAN

Levi invites you to his room as a way to distract you. He tries not to stare at the noticeable swell of your chest as you walk, larger and bouncier than usual.

By the time you both walk to his room, your eyes are welling up and you cross your arms try to hide the fresh wet spots staining your shirt. He rummages through his closet and hands you a black sweater—it’ll hide new stains easier, and it’s loose enough that you don’t feel too exposed.

He suggests playing one of your favorite games, but after a couple rounds he can tell it’s not helping like he hoped it would. You make small noises of discomfort on the sofa beside him, and when the round is over, you pull the damp fabric away from your sticky skin with a frustrated curse under your breath.

The hem of his sweater rides up your belly when you stretch your arms above your head to try and relieve some of the tension in your shoulders; Levi swallows around the lump in his throat when the innocent gesture sends his mind reeling.

It’s hard not to stare at the thin stream of milky fluid running down your chest before it drips onto your thighs or soaks into the waistband of your pants. It’s hard not to think about his collection of porn and hentai that this reminds him of, and how his cock twitches in his pants when he licks his lips without even realizing it. It’s hard not to imagine what your chest would feel like in his hands, or what the fluid clinging to your nipples would taste like if he sucked one into his mouth.

You reach for his hand and pull him off the couch when you head towards his tub to rest. He turns around to give you a bit of privacy while you change into a clean shirt to sleep in. The discarded sweater you give back to him is warm and a little damp and sticky in his hands, but it still smells like you. It’s nearly impossible to resist the urge to bury his nose in it and inhale a whiff of your scent into his lungs. He sets it in his laundry hamper instead—on top, so it's easy for him to find later when you leave—and gently settles into his tub behind you.

You’re already snoring lightly, and he shoves a body pillow behind you so his persistent erection won’t rub against your back and wake you. He risks putting an arm around you, and his stomach flips when you relax under his touch.

You woke up this morning with heavy, leaking breasts after eating whatever it was that Solomon snuck onto your dinner plate last night. None of them knew what to say when you stumbled into the dining room, the buttons of your shirt strained by your larger chest and wet spots blooming around your nipples. Satan suggested finding ways to relieve the swelling—massages might help, he added with a blush.

Levi thinks he might mention it to you again when you wake up, if you’re still swollen and uncomfortable. Maybe if he’s lucky, you’ll let him help.

ASMODEUS

Asmo’s invitation to spend the day with him begins in his large soaker tub. The rivulets of sudsy bathwater that run over your skin mask the milky stream leaking from your nipples; they mix together and leave a soapy, creamy film on the water’s surface.

He stands behinds you and hums while he washes you gently with a loofah. He’s gotten little peeks of your naked chest already, but he doesn’t stare no matter how much he wants to; he wants you to relax. His priority right now is simply to pamper you, to try and wash away the unfamiliar lactonic smell that clings to your skin. He slowly replaces it with a blend of subtle rose and herbs—something a bit stronger, something that will hopefully remind you of him later on.

He helps you out of the tub after and begins patting your skin with a fluffy towel to dry you off. He can’t help the way his heart sings that you trust him enough to let him do this for you. He’s so careful when he brushes the towel against your chest, and he doesn’t draw attention to your nipples that leak more pearly liquid no matter how gentle he is when he brushes over them. Your breasts are noticeably heavier and he can tell by your hunched shoulders that their unusual weight is uncomfortable for you.

Asmo leads you to his bed and lays you back gently against the plush blankets. There’s a loose robe tied around his waist. He doesn’t bother offering you one; you won’t need it for very long even if he did. He straddles your hips and lowers his weight gently on your lower belly; his hands hover over your breasts as he explains what he wants to do next to help you.

“Won’t it make a mess? Your nice sheets…”

But he clicks his tongue and grins at you and your sweet but very misplaced concern. “They can be washed. Let me take care of you, hmm?”

He starts massaging lightly with the pad of his fingertips, moving his hands in slow circles around your breasts first. He watches your expression carefully and when you settle deeper into the mattress, he starts adding a tiny bit more pressure, creeping a touch closer to your nipples. You wince and turn your head with a whimper as the massage coaxes a steady stream of fluid to leak out and trail over the sides of your chest and onto the bedding underneath you. You knew this would happen, but your face still flares as embarrassment ripples through you.

He hushes you softly, eyes glancing back and forth between your face and your leaking breasts. “It’s going to help with the swelling. You’re doing so well. Does it feel better?”

You jerk your head with a nod against his pillow and exhale a shaky breath. “It feels—it feels okay. You can keep going.”

He wanted to relieve the pressure building in your chest, but his mind wanders to other things he’d like to do instead. He tweaks one of your nipples lightly, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger, and the gasp that escapes your lips sounds surprised, almost pleased. He brings his hand to his mouth, and you turn your head and watch his tongue lap up the dribble of fluid running down his finger. Your hips squirm underneath him but it only teases him more; his cock grows heavy and it’s leaking slightly where it bobs against your belly with each shaky breath you take.

He shuffles forward on his knees, squeezing your breasts lightly as he rests his cock in the valley between them. “Can I?”

You nod and stare as he presses your breasts together, creating a soft, pillowy vice around his cock. He tips his head as his eyes flutter closed, lips falling open as soft sighs escape him. His hands and cock smear through the sticky mixture of his own glistening precum and the little pools of milky discharge flowing from your nipples. The wet, slick sounds of his cock sliding across your skin punctuate his quiet moans and makes your own arousal flare deep in your belly and between your legs.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish—he groans your name and catches most of his release with his fingers, and he stares at the remnants he didn’t catch that splatter the tops of your breasts up to the delicate column of your throat. He wishes he could keep you like this forever, stained with his release like some sort of brand that claims you as his. 

He grabs your hands instead and holds them against your chest; the cum on his fingers rubs onto yours. He’s making an utter mess of you—he’ll wash you again soon, but not yet.

“Keep rubbing them, darling,” he murmurs softly, guiding your movements with his hands, “just like that.” He watches you massage yourself as he loosens the belt around his waist and shrugs the robe off his shoulders. It falls in a heap on the floor and you bite back a moan as he slides down your body. His eyes twinkle with mischievous delight when he spreads your legs apart and kneels between your thighs. You gasp when he starts stroking you, his fingers matching your own slow, lazy rhythm.

“You won’t feel uncomfortable for long, darling,” he promises thickly, licking his lips and glancing at your heaving chest with half-lidded eyes before he lowers his head between your legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

BEELZEBUB & BELPHEGOR

The twins lead you up the attic stairs and guide you towards the bed. You’re not sure what they have in mind—it’s unusual for Beel to join you for midday naps—but their motives become clearer when they take off their shirts and then reach for the hem of yours.

Belphie doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes roam over your swollen chest and leaky nipples, but Beel’s hand is gentle when he nudges you onto the mattress. “You’ll be more comfortable if you lay down,” he suggests, and you can practically hear the drool thickening his words. 

They don’t give you much time to feel self-conscious or insecure about your body’s strange developments. Beel settles on one side of your body while Belphie curls up against your other side, effectively sandwiching you between them in a little warm cocoon of molten heat and soft affection. Each of them cups one of your breasts and they both sigh dreamily at the warm, slick sensation from the milky discharge.

Belphie props himself up so he can lean over you. He nuzzles your cheek and kisses you, softly at first before he groans deep in his chest and his lips move against yours with more urgency.

Beel stretches out along the other side of your body and runs his thumb over your nipple, and his eyes watch your face carefully for any signs of discomfort. When he sees none, he covers your nipple with his mouth and hums at the slightly sweet taste. The heat of his mouth and the sensation of his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub surprises you; you arch your back slightly, and he makes a questioning noise in the back of his throat as he pulls away. You card your hands through his damp, fiery hair to let him know you’re alright. Once he’s sure that you’re not hurt, he lowers his head and starts to suck your nipple with more vigor than before.

Belphie finally breaks away from the kiss when Beel’s hungry groans become too distracting to ignore. You barely have time to wonder what the sly smile on his face means before he latches onto your other nipple; you’re not sure whether the quiet moan that tumbles from your lips is from pleasure or pain. He’s not as gentle as Beel—he sucks just as greedily but with a hint of teeth. He’s noisy, too—his lips slurp and smack against your swollen breast but it’s not enough to hide his muffled groans.

The quiet tranquility of the attic fills with the lewd sounds of Belphie’s whiny, desperate noises and Beel’s low satisfied growls. The unusual pleasure of their lips sucking greedily at your chest slowly morphs to discomfort, and you squirm uncomfortably beneath their combined weight against your sides.

Beel lifts his head first, and even though his eyes are dark with hunger, he still glances at you with concern. Belphie is slower to respond—he pulls your nipple between his lips and releases it with a little pop, and he smacks his lips noisily.

They’re both messy from their ministrations. The bottom half of Beel’s face is slick and there’s a trickle of milky fluid dripping down his chin. Belphie’s lips are shiny too, and he licks his lips slowly to collect the creamy white discharge on the tip of his tongue; he stares at you with unabashed heat in his eyes when he swallows it down  with a satisfied hum.

“What’s the matter?” Belphie asks with a pout when you shudder beneath him, even though he knows you’re not fooled by his fake innocence. “Satan said draining the excess fluid would help you feel better.”

You had no idea that the twins feeding from your chest like greedy piglets would be their way of helping you, and you hate it even more that part of you liked it. “You’re right, and it helps that they’re less…well, full,” you admit, ignoring the wolfish grin spreading across Belphie’s face, “but…be gentle, okay? They’re still sore.”

Belphie glances over at Beel and you know that they’re doing that silent twin brain thing they do—it’s amazing how they can read each other’s minds so quickly. You’re not sure what to expect, but it’s not for Beel to slide down the bed. He tugs at the waistband of your pants until you lift your hips so he can pull them off and toss them away.

“We’ll give you a little break and try again later,” Belphie murmurs as he rubs the tip of his nose against yours. “You taste so good, though—you can’t blame us for getting a little carried away.”

Beel’s hands spread your legs apart so he can settle comfortably between them near the foot of the bed, and you shudder when he lowers his head and breathes against the hot, sensitive skin between your thighs. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself because this is a little embarrassing,” you mumble under your breath, but your voice trails off into a groan when Beel’s lips tease at your arousal.

Belphie chuckles, glancing from your half-lidded eyes to your chest—your breasts jiggle slightly from the tremors of Beel’s tongue exploring between your legs. “Don’t be like that,” he scolds you, squeezing at your chest gently; he traces shapes onto your skin with the pearly fluid seeping from your nipple. “You know we’ll always love you, right?” he asks quietly.

You’re surprised by how vulnerable he sounds, and he grunts quietly when you curl your hand against the back of his nape and pull him down for another kiss. His mouth curls into a smirk against yours, but he finally kisses you properly when you whimper his name pathetically in a quiet plea for more.

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Release

Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: Imagine Bucky crying during Aftercare

Warnings: Subby Bucky, mentions of sex, nudity? I mean it's after sex but the fact that you're both naked isn't super touched on, Bucky doesn't talk much in this one, crying, vague mentions of bondage, some angst, mostly fluff

A/N: This is probably the closest I'll ever get to writing smut so… enjoy? Anyways, this Sweet Boy just deserves to be taken care of and treated so gently 💜💙

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

Imagine Bucky crying during Aftercare.

Maybe it's because this was the first time he's had sex in years, or maybe it's just because his emotions are running high and he's having trouble calming down, but either way he feels tears start to slip down his face as he waits for you to return with a cloth to wipe him down. He's embarrassed by it, and to be honest he's not even sure why he's doing it. You had made him feel so good, and he felt so safe surrendering control over to you. He felt so warm inside, especially where you had left a trail of kisses along his stomach and chest while whispering words of praise.

“That's it, Baby. Just like that. You're doing so good.”

“You're such a good boy Bucky, you always try so hard for me.”

“You're doing so so good, Honey, I'm so proud of you.”

Even after you had pulled his first orgasm from him in decades, even after you were both left breathless and smiling you had still taken the time to be so gentle with him. You'd massaged his wrists after removing the restraints that had bound them over his head, kissing the pulse point of both, even though he couldn't feel it in the Vibranium, and had checked on the love bites you had left on his neck (the only pain you had caused him, something you'd agreed upon before you'd began) with the utmost care. He loves you so much.

Bucky buries his face in the pillow when you return, hoping to hide his tears, but you see through him easily. Setting the washcloth down on the bedside table, you rush to his side, sitting down on the bed.

“Bucky?” He pulls his head out of the fabric and looks at you with red, puffy eyes, “are you alright?”

You can see him trying to focus, trying to think through the fog. So, you take his face in both hands, gently thumbing away the tears.

“Sweetheart, I know it's hard right now but I need you to use your words for me, okay?” You coo, brushing his sweat drenched hair from his eyes, “I just want to make sure you're okay, that you aren't hurt.”

“‘Not hurting,” Bucky replies after some effort, “‘feel good. Dunno why…”

More tears slip down his face. You gently cradle his head, running your fingers through his hair.

“Are you a little emotional right now, Sweet Boy?” You ask. He nods, “oh, Honey…”

“‘m sorry,” Bucky whimpers against your skin, and you feel your heart shatter in your chest.

“Oh, Baby Boy, you don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. It's normal, Bucky. It's okay.”

You started to sway side to side with him, and continue to rock him and stroke his hair until he calms down. Once he's feeling better, you re-wet the washcloth and once he's ready you wipe the sweat and other fluids from his skin, asking for his permission before cleaning his most sensitive areas. Once he's cleaned, you grab him a glass of water. Bucky’s too tired and too worked up to sit up and drink it, so you hold his head and press the glass to his lips, letting him drink his fill. Once he’s done, you place the glass on the nightstand. Bucky still has tears in his eyes, but on the whole he seems to have calmed down since you found him.

“I was gonna suggest a bath,” you tell him, brushing the hair from his eyes, “but we can do that later. Right now it looks like you just need some cuddles, don't you?”

More tears slip down his face as he nods, and you settle into bed beside him. You wrap the Super Soldier in your arms, cradling his head against your chest and rubbing large, soothing circles into his back. Bucky holds onto for all he's worth, like an anchor. A lifeline. Yout hand reaches up and runs through his hair as you press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Take a nap, Baby Boy,” you whisper, “I'll watch over you. I'll be here when you wake up. I love you.”

Your soft spoken declarations are met with the sound of Bucky’s peaceful snores as he drifts off, safe and warm in your arms.

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“I Have Standards”: A Choose Your Own Adventure Smut Fic

Description: NSFW. Astarion rejects you after defeating the Goblin Camp, so you seek out a certain wizard to make him realize what he's missing out on...

Pairings: Astarion x F!Tav, Gale x F!Tav, Astarion x Gale x F!Tav

Trigger warnings/tags: breeding, predator/prey , breath play, noncon/dubcon elements, Jealous Astarion, Possessive Astarion

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(You enter your tent after leaving Gale’s)

(Go Back!)

As you enter your tent you notice Astarion, lounging on your bedroll with a bottle of wine to keep him company.

He’s temptation personified. His once porcelain ivory skin now takes on a slight sun-kissed glow, his nearly naked form showing off muscles that could have been chiseled by the finest artisans of Toril. His perfect tits are out on display, the monster between his legs outlined by a swath of silken fabric. His regal ruby eyes acknowledge you with his gaze, beckon you to kneel before him on his crude throne…and oh, how you want to worship him.

You exhale with a stuttering breath, mentally preparing yourself for a long, hard night.

“Well hello, darling! Did the wizard’s wand leave you wanting? Was he tongue-tied when he tried to show you what a cunning linguist he was?” He giggles, amused by his own cleverness.

“Astarion, what are you doing in here? I thought you…”your words are robbed from you as the fabric falls away from him when he rises to his feet, the full glory of his cock filled with your blood standing proudly at attention.

Your eyes are fixed on him, unable to look away from the length that has twitched against your body every single night. He’s big for an elf- his uncommon size is long enough to massage the deep places in your channel that ache for attention. A bead of pearly fluid seeps out and you find your mouth watering in curiosity, licking your lips as you imagine how his release might taste spurting on your tongue.

“Like what you see?” He wraps his words around you sensually, similar to how you want to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Astarion’s eyes regard you with a half-lidded smolder as he hunts you, closing the distance between you.

“That’s…I mean, yes, but-” you rasp, your mouth suddenly feeling like it’s full of sand. “Why are you here, naked in my tent?”

Astarion draws near to you. His cool fingers feel like heaven as they brush up against your warm, flushed cheek. Your heart hammers as you notice him looking up and down the length of you, undressing you with his eyes.

“I wanted a midnight snack before I turned in for the evening, and decided to pay a visit to my favorite little treat,” he purrs, the scent of wine heavy on his breath. “Although, now that you’re here? I find myself ravenous.”

You don’t believe a word he says. “If you wanted to simply drink my blood, you could have come in like you usually do while I’m asleep.”

“But what if I want to come in you while you’re awake-“ he stops himself mid-protest, flouncing a hand to his chest, feigning a scandalized gasp. “Oh dear, did I really say ‘come in you’? I’d never assume I had permission.”

“Unless that’s what you want. For me to claim you, to fill you with my seed,” he whispers to you, as if he’d plucked the scene out of your most sordid imaginings.

He tugs up at the fabric of your skirt and pins it in place with his thumbs, thrusting two fingers against a warm spot at the crotch of your undergarments.

“Judging by how wet you are, I’d say it's a yes,” he traces the pads of his fingertips back and forth, the glide of pooled arousal sending a lightning bolt to your center. You gasp and tilt your head back, finding purchase on his arms to hold you steady.

“I…I thought you didn’t want me,” you manage to say, every rational thought you have being replaced by the need for his cock to fill you.

“I changed my mind when I saw that delicious backside of yours sway over towards the wizard,” he murmurs to in your ear, a hint of poison creeping in at the mention of Gale.

“It took every ounce of strength I had to not barge in, take you right in front of him…remind the both of you that your body is mine,” he growls, punctuating his statement with a single thrust of his hand upwards at your clothed entrance.

“Ahh!” You cry out, lurching forward with a sharp inhale as he catches you by the throat, his hand gently resting against your pretty little neck. Your heart and your needy sex flutter with his touch, your mind reeling from the whiplash of his rejection to saying you’re his.

“I don’t belong to you,” you remind him with a timid voice, though you secretly wish otherwise. “And I thought you didn’t want to have sex with me. You said that you weren’t interested. You turned me down.”

“A mistake that I can…hardly wait to correct,” Astarion chuckles at the pun he’d made, taking your hand and placing it around his cock to punctuate his statement.

You gasp at how soft his skin is, like silken velvet wrapped around a rod of steel. He twitches in your palm, as if the blood that fills him recognizes its maker. He hums with false disinterest as your growing arousal draws another pathetic noise from you.

“So, what do you say, darling? Are you ready for me to devour you in every sense of the word? Use your body to sate my appetite? Fully claim you as mine, and mine alone?”

Astarion’s elegant fingers tighten ever so slightly around your neck, his lips curled in a malicious smile that should frighten you.

Instead, your core tightens and your walls clench, your entire body aching to be at his mercy. Your clit twitches when you think of him doing this to you in the darkness of the forest, far away from camp so that no one can hear you cries of passion. You need his undead body to fuck your mortal one to its ruin, to make you suffer a million little deaths from his selfish pleasure-seeking.

Before you give your consent, you catch something out of the corner of your eye. It’s fast- a brief flicker of sadness on his beautiful features before his mask of seduction slips back into place.

Nevermind what you want…is this what he wants?

Let Astarion wreck you after hunting you as his prey: “I don’t believe you…yet. You’ve turned me down once, you’re going to have to chase me if you want me.”

In Progress - Decline Astarion’s offer because you don’t think he really wants it: “Astarion…you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

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Delicious

Summary: You learn that Sanji’s vampire venom has a very intense effect on you, though you try to keep it secret. But once he moves to feed on your thigh, there’s really no hiding it.

Tags: vampire!Sanji x female!reader, established relationship, nsfw, fingering, oral (f!reader receiving), piv, blood, blood consumption, biting, accidental edging, very soft and sweet and fluffy sex

Word count: 3.1k

Happy Halloween!! 🎃👻💀 I thought the least I could do was create something for the day of, if I couldn’t write anything else for the rest of the month. It is loosely connect to Hunger, but it’s not necessary to read it too.

(@citrinae, @yourboyhack, @mere-mortifer <3 <3 <3)

Sanji’s willingness to feed on you was still a fragile thing. In its little fledging beginnings, he’d had the self-restraint to do it only when strictly necessary. To feed on you was, to him, to hurt you. Puncture wounds and tender, bruised skin and a fluid most critical stolen.

No, it was not something he could fully enjoy.

But that first taste from your wrist set an unfamiliar ache in his teeth, and the soft skin of your neck giving way under his fangs became an all too familiar fantasy. Your scent had always been the one to drive him most wild, something that would buzz pleasantly in the back of his mind, but he had the discipline to never indulge. Now that you’d bestowed that sweet nectar to him, your scent would make him salivate. If he were not satiated, and the smell of you filled his nose, his tongue would sit heavy in his mouth, and his fangs would feel too big, his lips all too aware of how they pressed against them. It made him irritable. His craving would leave him fumbling in the kitchen, forgetful of what he was supposed to do next or of the simmering pot he’d left on the stove. He’d become even snappier at the swordsmen whenever he was nearby, at his captain if he asked for food at the wrong time. He could not function like this.

And so, it was with his face buried in your neck, nose pressed against your skin and inhaling deeply, his hands gripping your hips, that he caved and meekly begged to drink your blood. As soon as he asked, he reassured that you could decline and that he would be okay without it, babbling away the guilt, but you quickly cut him off with your assent.

You’d combed your fingers gently through his soft tresses of hair. “Take as much as you want, my love.”

He had not just dove in, however. He ghosted his fingertips over your neck, gently caressing the area he planned to bite into. He moved to massaging, as though the damage had already been done, like he could already see the marks left from his violent need and the sickening swirl of purple and blue and green of your bruised skin.

When he’d finally sunk his teeth in—after a few guilty and chaste kisses in apology for what he was about to do—you’d learned something wholly new and different about Sanji’s mouth.

That initial feeding had been from a gash in your arm. The blood had already flowed freely, and nothing from Sanji had needed to find its way inside you. It had not been the most pleasant sensation, as it had stung from his sucking and his lapping tongue, but you’d been too distracted by his state at the time to really notice or care.

But then and there, you became certain that it had to do with the nature of predator and prey, that something in his saliva or about his teeth made the sensation of his bite go straight to your pussy. If such an action was made irresistible to the prey, then the lamb would happily trot its way to its slaughter, excited to bare its throat to the blade.

You’d let out a soft moan—a sound that was not lost on Sanji, one he wasn’t sure how to decipher—but made sure not to make any more noise. You didn’t want to make this into something it wasn’t. His form of sustenance was a constant source of anguish for him, and you wanted him to know that you took that seriously. However he needed you to be when he did this, you would be, and you didn’t think he’d want lust mixed in.

It was a difficult balance for you to maintain. Sanji did not like to leave marks on you, so whenever he sucked on your skin, he was delicate, loath to leave a bruise. This was much, much more than that. You’d hoped he was sent into a haze similar to yours—and based on the sounds that spilled from his mouth, it seemed he was—so that he didn’t pick up on the shivers shooting down your spine, the way you squeezed your thighs together, and how shaky your breathing was. Once he’d had his fill and pulled away, you tried to keep your features straight. He could not think it had hurt, nor could he think it was pleasurable. You wanted him to think it was a simply neutral action, nothing here nor there, purely a physical need fulfilled. Whether for a bowl of soup or a mouthful of blood, hunger should not be made into a shameful thing.

You’d caressed his face as he thanked you profusely, and when it turned to apologies, you cut him off with a sweet kiss. Thankfully, he hadn’t caught on. And that night, you had been especially eager to get him alone.

Now, though, now you were sitting on the edge of your shared bed, and he sat between your legs, massaging your inner thigh in his usual pre-apology, and you were afraid of how this was going to go. Your stomach was a knot of guilty arousal, desperate to know what it would feel like to have him feed from a most intimate spot, terrified that you might be consumed by lust.

Sanji never wanted to feed from the same spot too soon, and you were in agreement with him. You’d never let him know, but after he’d fed, your neck had been sore. It was a background feeling, one that didn’t bother you too much until you moved the wrong way or touched the area. It was like any other bruise that appeared on your skin from living a pirate's life. But a second round on the same spot did sound awful. He’d moved to the other side of your neck the previous time to this one, and he wanted to be certain that the other bite was healed. That left him with less options, but your thighs were a tantalizing thought he had no strength to fight off.

The trail of kisses he leaves makes your head fuzzy. His favorite place was with his face between your legs—and you weren’t one to complain about that—but it had your body expecting something that wasn’t going to happen. Already, the heat was growing in your core, and you could feel your walls fluttering in anticipation.

“Are you ready, my love?” Sanji asks. His mouth and cheek are pressed into your thigh as he looks up at you, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide with regret.

You cup his other cheek, thumb rubbing across his cheekbone. You let your hand wander, fingers brushing down his neck, and then bringing it back up to push back his hair. “Yes, my dear,” you answer, trying to sound level and sweet, trying not to betray how badly you want to grind down on his tongue.

He sinks his teeth in, and the moment he takes his first drink, an electric shock of pure pleasure rips through you, from your pussy to your toes, and you slam your teeth together painfully to keep yourself quiet.

Sanji’s mouth was a talented thing that worked wonders whenever he used it. Whether he murmured sweet nothings to you as you melted in his hands or crying out his name as his tongue worked you over. But this… this was divine. Whatever odd magic lay within those teeth set your body on fire. All you could do was lean back on your elbows, gripping the sheets while panting. Swallowing down every moan and whine was one of the most difficult things you’d ever done in your life. Sanji was gone in his own usual way, the taste of you having some similar magic over him, and so he continued not to notice your plight.

Your pussy throbs and tingles with each swallow, and it brings you closer and closer to the edge. Never before had you cum untouched—you didn’t think it possible—but it seemed that today might be that day. You feel the coil winding tighter and you knew that in the next few moments that you were going to be thrown over the edge. You take a deep breath that does nothing to steady you and then—

He pulls away. It takes what little remains in you not to keen out in agony. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth and looks up to see how you’re faring. Immediately, he frowns, panic tightening in his chest. Your face is flushed, your jaw hanging slack, chest heaving.

“Are you alright? Did I hurt…” he trails off.

Sanji is no longer distracted and it isn’t just the scent of your blood he is attuned to. What hit his nose was that of your arousal and it was thick in the air. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed it sooner. He looks down and finds a growing wet patch on your panties. Before you can protest that you are fine, he curls his fingers under the fabric and pulls your underwear aside. His fingers are immediately covered in your slick, and the pool of wetness follows your underwear off of you in thick strings.

You can’t look at him and opt to stare at the ceiling instead. One hand covers your face in horror, afraid of his reaction. He would never yell at nor admonish you, but any hint of disappointment, or worse, betrayal, on his face would make you crumble. He trusted you, needed you, and you had made this into something it wasn’t.

“Oh. You were really enjoying that, weren’t you?” Sanji asks.

You let out a meek, “Yeah.”

Sanji grips your chin softly and turns your head to face him. You’re surprised to see the grin on his face. “Did it feel that good last time too?”

“Uh-huh.”

Sanji's face lights up, a pure contrast to his usual moping. He is ecstatic to learn that feeding on you made you this needy, that it made you feel this good. He was terrified that it had been unpleasant for you and that you were simply putting your pain aside for him. He could feel how tense you got each time, but knowing it was to keep yourself still and quiet to not betray how intensely it affected you brings him relief. He couldn’t stand the idea of taking without giving.

“Seems like I should take care of my pretty girl then, huh?”

“Please,” you blurt. If he wasn’t upset, then you were not going to waste any time. You want to apologize, but it’s impossible to think with anything but your pussy at this moment. “Please, I was so close, so close.” You buck your hips, trying to get his fingers on you. “I need you, Sanji.”

He tugs your panties off swiftly, saying, “There’s no need to beg, my darling.” Two fingers drag up and down your folds, collecting all your slick and just to feel all of your pussy before he slips them in, going down to the lowest knuckle with ease. “I will always do as you ask. I will always take care of you.”

He pumps his fingers, curling them to hit that spot that brings those pretty sounds spilling out from your pretty mouth. He watches, completely enamored at how his fingers disappear inside, at how you suck them in and clench down.

You whine, already so sensitive, and shiver as his fingers work at you. When he latches his lips around your clit you cry out and arch off the bed. Your hand searches for his, entwining your fingers and gripping hard to keep yourself grounded when he starts sucking and licking. Later, you would be embarrassed about how loud you were being, but you couldn’t help it after forcing yourself to be quiet for so long.

It doesn’t take you long to orgasm, and it comes upon you by surprise with how suddenly it slams through your body. Your fevered moans don’t stop as you writhe and shake, and your thighs squeeze Sanji’s head. He doesn’t stop until you spread your thighs back open and tug him off. He removes his fingers but keeps his mouth hovering over you.

“Is that what you needed, baby?” he asks. He lightly kisses your clit, clearly wanting to continue. Usually, he spent more time devouring you, but you’d already been so close from his teeth in your thigh that it left him with less time to enjoy your taste.

“Yeah, but…” The heat is building in your core again. It must have been his vampire saliva still working its way through you, making you want more.

You bring the hand you’re still holding to your stomach and press it flat. “I want you inside. I wanna feel full.”

Sanji’s pupils eat the blue of his eyes, leaving only a thin ring of color. The throbbing of his cock becomes fully apparent to him now, especially at the mention of your walls wrapping around it. “As you wish, my little dove.”

As he works his belt off and his zipper open, he takes the chance to taste more of you. Broad strokes of his tongue before shoving it inside, needing to get as much as possible. You were a full course meal for him: your mouth and skin the appetizers, your blood the main course, and your pussy the dessert. It all already left his head swimming. But now he got to fuck you full? Never had there been a happier man on this Earth.

“Sanji…” you whine, trying to tug him up to you by his shirt. He was taking too long.

He’d fumbled his cock out of his pants, discarded the article of clothing off to the side, but the taste of your pussy has entranced him again. The sound of your voice and your tugging pull him back. “Right, yes.” He left one more lingering kiss before climbing on top of you.

You pull him into a kiss, opened mouth and sloppy, all tongue. His mouth tastes of your essence with a slight hint of your blood. After he slips your shirt off, you lock your legs around his waist and arms around his neck while he lifts you to settle into a better position. A pillow is shoved under your hips and your head gently laid down on another.

He wastes no time, dragging his cock through your folds to soak himself in your juices, and slowly sinks into you. He whines as he feels your tight heat squeeze him.

“My sweet, sweet girl,” he mumbles against your mouth. “So good for me.”

You moan as he bottoms out inside you. In the moment that Sanji pauses to let you adjust to his length, you reach down and clumsily work the buttons of his shirt open. You run your hand across his chest to feel the hair there, wanting to feel that and his skin pressed against you once he starts.

Sanji takes your hand from his neck, lacing your fingers together and pining it above your head. With his other, he cups your cheek. He starts to thrust slowly, but in his need he picks up his pace until he’s rutting into you, helpless to his own hips and cock. Helpless to your warmth and softness and the noises you make.

You chant his name as you nuzzle into his hand, incapable of doing anything else. Sanji’s frenzied pace has you writhing and your head spinning, his tip hitting your sweet spot over and over. He fills you so perfectly it makes your heart ache.

“So lovely, so perfect. You treat me so well.” Praises and coos come tumbling out of his mouth, interrupted by moans as he talks. He leans in, breath ghosting over your neck and licks a long stripe up your throat. He presses the front of his fangs into your skin, wanting but restraining.

“Please,” you tell him. “Please bite me.”

He obliges, and the feeling has you hurtling ever so close to your second orgasm. He can tell by the way you clench down the effect it has on you, and reaches down to rub circles into your clit.

Just a few more thrusts have you cumming all over his cock. You clench down so hard it has Sanji almost seeing stars.

“I love you, I love you,” you babble again and again as you ride out your high.

Your blood in his mouth and your proclamation ringing in his ears and the way your pussy claims him does him in completely. Ropes of cum, one after another, fill you and he fucks it all inside you as deep as he can.

Sanji collapses into you, his own I love you’s spilling out, and you hold each other tight as you both calm down. Once Sanji has his senses back, you feel his fingertips graze your neck.

“And it was almost fully healed, too,” he pouts. “I’m sorry, my beloved, I got carried away.”

“I asked you to, Sanji. I wanted it.” You kiss his nose, his mouth, his jaw. “It felt good. You make me feel good.”

He hums, but continues his pouting anyway. “And your thigh.” His hand reaches down to rub soothing circles into the other fresh bite wound. “How brutish, how greedy, to feed on you twice in one sitting.”

“Oh, stop it,” you chide. “I like being marked up by you.”

Both sides of your neck had been fed from now, one side fresh and the other only a bruise left. You wondered at how soon you could get him to feed from your other thigh now.

“I suppose,” he mutters. He moves to pull out of you, wanting to clean and pamper you, but you stop him by throwing a leg over his waist.

“I wanna stay like this,” you tell him.

A soft smile creeps at the edges of his mouth, and Sanji wonders what a monster like him could have ever done to deserve you. You give yourself to him so freely, so willingly, that it makes his dead heart twist. And he’s just too selfish to do anything but greedily take it all. It’s something he is sure he will have to atone for, to take an angel like you all for himself.

He runs his knuckles along your spine, a soothing motion as your eyes drift close and you curl up as close as physically possible to him.

Yes, Sanji would gladly suffer whatever punishment Hell had in store for him if it meant he got to keep you exactly like this.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Eddie Munson x Reader SMUT • Includes oral (f receiving) p in v sex

You weren’t supposed to be doing this. Your friends would never approve. He was the town’s resident bad boy, and in the minds of some, its villain. Onstage at The Hideaway, performing with his band, Eddie Munson looked every bit the larger-than-life personality his reputation described. Tossing long, jet curls over his shoulder, beads of sweat flicking from the ends of his hair, Eddie looked more like an angel than a devil. But every time his sable eyes caught you in their sights, Eddie held you with his gaze as warmly as the Devil holds a sinner’s hand…

When Eddie approached you after his show ended, you felt the heat of temptation burning down your defenses. Those dark, mysterious eyes held even more power over you up close; so when Eddie offered to buy you a drink, you accepted without hesitation. His conversation was as smooth as his fingers, the way they’d manipulated the strings of his guitar and later, how they manipulated the buttons of your dress undone. In the back of Eddie’s trailer, with your legs draped over his shoulders, he kissed soft and teasing along your thighs, deliberately avoiding the place you needed his mouth until you were begging.

He smirked up at you, the tip of his tongue lingering over your clit. “You look pretty from down here,” Eddie muttered lecherously, nuzzling his nose a little lower and drawing in a deep breath. “Smell pretty, too,” he added, then flicked his tongue over your clit, making you shiver. “Let’s see if you taste as good as you smell-.”

Eddie abruptly pressed his face into your cunt, his tongue slipping between your lips in a filthy, open-mouth kiss. Your back arched, a sharp gasp hissing from your chest. The rough stubble on Eddie’s chin rubbed against your ass as he ate you, his face rutting into your heat in wet, sloppy thrusts.

You gripped his hair in your fists, holding on for dear life as Eddie’s mouth worked you into a sopping mess. Your cum-slicked thighs trembled around his face, marking Eddie’s cheeks in slippery trails. He hummed a melody low and deep into your sex, the vibrations buzzing through Eddie’s tongue and straight to the throbbing burn at your center.

With a sharp cry, you yanked his hair to the point of causing pain, but Eddie didn’t react. He was too focused on the high of feeling you coming around his tongue, the soft spasms of your pussy massaging him in shallow, rhythmic tugs. Eddie instinctively wrapped an arm over your waist to hold you down as your hips bucked above him, to protect both of you as your climax ripped you apart. A burst of fluid gushed over Eddie’s face, dripping down his chin and between his lips as he lapped up your release.

Eddie pulled you onto the floor and into his lap, guiding your lips to his. The cool leather of his pants felt like Heaven against your throbbing, sensitive cunt. Eddie groaned into your mouth as you sank onto the prominent bulge below his waist, his fingers quickly moving between your bodies to unbuckle his belt. As he loosened his pants and adjusted them to the side, Eddie’s cock sprang free, glistening with precum as it slapped against his stomach. With a few deft movements, Eddie had his tip primed at your entrance. With his eyes fixed on yours, Eddie gently urged you forward, sinking you onto his cock.

What was first a soft whimper turned to carnal groans of ecstasy the moment Eddie thrust upward. His hands found purchase in your hair, fingers coiling through your strands to hold you in place as he used your cunt.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” Eddie grunted against your shoulder, his breath a moist vapor on your skin. “Gonna milk me dry, aren’t ya sweetheart?”

A sharp piston of Eddie’s hips forced his cock even deeper. You yelped as he bumped your cervix; but the jolt of pain was immediately replaced by pleasure, as the deeper position allowed Eddie’s base to rub your g-spot. The beginning of a second orgasm thrummed between your legs, building and blooming around Eddie’s cock. He growled beside your ear, hands moving to your shoulders and squeezing tightly, lifting you off his cock as he felt his climax approaching.

With a loud groan of relief, Eddie came all over himself. You both watched in a fucked-out trance as semen painted his stomach white. Eddie panted out a breathy laugh, making a joke about the dry cleaner, but you were honestly too far gone to hear him completely.

When you had recovered, and your legs were once again fit for standing, Eddie helped you to your feet. “We play here again next Saturday,” he told you, a satisfied grin on his lips. “You should come.”

The double meaning of Eddie’s words struck a pretty, dangerous chord inside you that made your heart kick up its pace again.

You and Eddie said your goodbyes, before parting ways for the night. As you watched his trailer pull out of the lot, the thought of your friends’ disapproval was completely absent from your mind. Maybe Eddie Munson was the devil Hawkins claimed he was, after all? He’d certainly managed to bewitch your body in a single night, as only a devil could.

As you slid behind the wheel of your vehicle, plans for seeing Eddie again next week were already fluttering through your head. If the Devil was in Hawkins, it seemed he’d found a new disciple, in you…

[eldritchpotato]

First Contact 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

All that nipple stimulation had been a mistake. Your nipples were so swollen now, even your breasts seemed heavier. Despite how good every pinch and tug felt it never seemed to be enough. Sure not properly being able to touch yourself was frustrating but at a point considering how desperate you were becoming surely it would be possible to find release another way.

Unless Inno was somehow blocking your ability to orgasm, but that was stupid, nor did that make any sense. The computer couldn't check for that and after spending an entire night watching porn and playing with your tits only to roll out of bed exhausted, dripping with sweat and still just as horny the following morning, it was starting to seem like a possibility.

Inno was still growing too, having now almost reached your shoulders. Tendrils were now beginning to creep across your ribs and contour your breasts.

You had taken to occasionally pressing your thighs together, the pain Inno would send spiking through your clit was almost a breath of fresh air from the monotonous torture of pleasure.

The computer still didn’t have any solutions and by now you had run out of sick days. Which meant despite your sorry state you were back to work. Or at least a fumbling mockery of it.

Inno hadn't picked up the pace, but whatever tendrils were inside you had started to expand and contract. Not enough to fuck you properly, just enough to wake you up, bucking your hips in desperation and yet unable to get any relief. You had wondered how long it would last, so far Inno had yet to stop. 

By the time you dropped the second beaker, glass shattering on the floor, thanks to a particularly opinionated suck from Inno you decided to call it quits.

You had stopped wearing pants days ago, anything constricting Inno just put it in a bad mood. You stopped wearing a bra with how much attention you started paying your breasts, your over-sensitive nipples preferred to breathe anyway. You still kept a shirt on for modesty’s sake, even if it was more psychological rather than actually hiding anything.

Stomping off to your bedroom you collapsed into bed, playing porn videos on the screen while you tugged at your nipples, desperately pretending the women cumming in the videos was you.

It was day 9 when you started lactating. Inno’s tentacles had reached your breasts, absently massaging them to the rhythm of your throbbing clit.

By this point you were starting to lose hope you would ever be free of the menace hijacking your body for its own use. But now that it was clear that it was changing you… you had no idea what your fate would be.

It wasn’t exactly milk, not the right colour per say, but close. Milking yourself was by far the closest you got to cumming since this all began. Every pinch sent a dribble down your chest. They weren’t the users of a cow, but they weren’t the breasts of a human either. Not anymore.

Was Inno simply sticking to your skin, or growing inside you? Growing through you?

The thought made your pussy clench.

Shirts became increasingly obsolete as your nipples started consistently leaking. What was the point of a shirt if it was soaked through with fluids half an hour later?

You always hated messes, now you left one wherever you went. But you had your nipples, and they felt so good. Every chance you got you could almost make yourself cum.

It was worth doing so many loads of laundry and the change in diet the computer recommended. Did you need to be eating foods to stimulate lactation? No, of course not, but fuck if it wasn’t the closest thing you had to an orgasm.

Until Inno took them away of course.

It wasn’t really a bra, that would imply it covered anything. Instead, its new growth was almost more provocative, maybe that was just the increase in cup size. Either way, you had no need to milk yourself, Inno was sucking on your nipples now too, drinking all the secretions you had to offer it. Had it done this on purpose? Induce lactation simply to feed more, to torment you more?

You lay in bed all day, unable to properly stimulate them either past Inno’s painful suckers. All you had was crumbs, Inno’s maddening gentle caresses.

It was impossibly cruel, Inno didn’t care. You were nothing but a source of food, even if Inno had become everything. You spent your days structured around this thing attached to you, siphoning your body and pleasure. Your cunt throbbed, crying for release.

Inno just kept gently suctioning on your clit. You didn’t get a say in any of this.

[abbysbasement]

ABBY ANDERSON NSFW ALPHABET

AN: I’m tiki!! this is the first fic I’ve posted to tumblr :D super self-indulgent, a bunch of different kinks. started writing this on my birthday and it beat my ass for 3 weeks. I hope you all like it!!! this was supposed to be strictly nsfw but then somehow it became fluff midway because she deserves it ;-; crazy how much love i have for the pretty girl who lives in my playstation 5

content tags (many of these are just ments or glossed over):

reader insert fic, discusses an established relationship between Abby and r | fingering (r! receiving) | cunnilingus (r! receiving) | strap-on sex (r!receiving) | strap-on blowjob, packing (all in ‘Toys’) | cum eating and swapping mentioned briefly | degradation and rough sex in ‘Risk’ and ‘Volume’ | mentions of mindbreak and dollification in ‘Dirty Secret’ | strength/helplessness kink | exercise kink/play(????) in ‘Stamina’ | praise, breeding, and primal sex kink | erotic asphyxiation (specifically headlocking) in ‘Quickie’ | public masturbation in ‘Jack Off’ | objectification (played with, in ‘Stamina’ | spit drinking, spitting and other bodily fluids in ‘Risk’ and ‘Toys’ | overstimulation in ‘Unfair’ | inner monologue alludes to fisting but it doesn’t actually happen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ in ‘Quickie’ | assplay, anal stimulation if you blink in ‘Wild Card’ | mommy kink in ‘Volume,’ similar verbiage, different context in ‘Kink’

MEN AND MINORS DNI!! 18+ ONLY

word count: 5.4k (oof.)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

abby’s aftercare is the stuff of dreams. you’ll be laying on the bed, still restless and trembling from whatever scene was prior, feeling the dent in the bed smooth out as abby tugs on her boxers and stumbles topless, hair messy, and strap probably still wet (;-;) into the bathroom. you would hear the metal of the harness clatter down to the tile floor before she brings back a couple of damp, warm towels to wipe you down with. she’d massage your back and thighs and ass, making sure to work out all of the tension and soothe any aches, occasionally rubbing lotion on your skin and healing cream over any scratch marks she left behind, soothing any bruises she left behind by rubbing gentle circles over them with her knuckles and icing them if need be. kissing and sucking on any exposed skin she can get to, smoothing down your hair, and cleaning out your tears with a cloth. if it was any more intense play like degradation or humiliation, she would reassure you, looking you into your eyes, kissing you, and rubbing little lines into your cheek with the pads of her thick thumbs, telling you that no matter what, you’re her forever choice, that she loves you more than anything on this earth.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

abby spends a lot of time in the gym sculpting her perfect body, so naturally, her favourite body parts are her thighs and biceps. she’s extremely cocky about her physique, how it draws stares, elicits whispers, and wets panties. lords it over her partner and has a major strength/helplessness kink, pinning you down and watching how the muscles in your arms pulsate and flex but barely make a move. It’s mind-blowing how she can flip you over, legs in the air, back resting over one shoulder with a heavy palm over your tummy, and hammer into you with two thick, calloused fingers until your release is weeping down her wrists and forming a steady drip onto her chest. revels in how your might is only a fraction of hers. adores body worship, giving and receiving; the sensation of her partner running their tongue over the veins and scars on her body is enough to drive her insane with lust. abby is obsessed with her lover’s body, and if you have any insecurities, they’ll be constantly met with kisses, rubs, hickies, and bite marks. her favourite part of your body is your stomach; rubbing it when you're sick, using it as a pillow when you’re cuddling on the bed and watching an old movie, or using it for grip when she’s hitting it from the b-

nonsexually, she thinks that her nose is the best feature on her face, the easiest way to steal a rare giggle or smile from her is to give it a kiss, and she always rubs it against yours before you both fall asleep at night.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Abby doesn’t orgasm particularly fast; she needs a lot more love and attention to cum well and cum hard, so you have to take your time with her; gets really soft and emotional with how patient and gentle you are with her body. gets primarily visual arousal, and when she gets riled up, it's like a water fountain, with super wet stained panties, her lips all pretty and glistening, literally talking to you with squelches and squishy smacking noises ringing out of her juicy cunny. naturally, she gets super shy and red-faced about this. squirt drinker with no regrets, really into the idea of cum swapping, taking it upon herself to make out with you after eating your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

abby’s dirty secret is that she has a huge dependence kink. she fantasizes about you to being happily stupid, mindbroken, eating out of her palm as she pampers you, creating her own personal plaything and dolly. being able to take what she wants when she wants it, or dressing you up how she wants to see you and having you wear it out, no matter how revealing or embarrassing the outfit is. wants you to see her as your saviour, taking her fingers, or her tongue, or her cock easily, never thinking big girl thoughts, never thinking period because it makes your head hurt, and when your head hurts, you get sad :(( feeding you, clothing you, bathing you, keeping you sheltered and happy with your simple needs in your simple, silly little head. abby is a natural protector and provider, so she does all of these things automatically anyways, but the added arousal of you needing her, of allowing her to own you in every way, being worshipped by you, and being your only safe space adds a level of eroticism that she’s shy to admit.

of course, you would always be content, always joyful to make your owner smile and feel good! happily offering up your holes or going in between her thighs like a good dolly should, because you’re grateful to her. she provides everything else, so why not?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

abby is not thoroughly experienced with long-term dynamics, she’s had a decent amount of casual sex, but this is a rare foray into actual *romance.* she’s ambitious and has tried different things, but she needs a push sometimes to be more vocal with communicating her sexual needs or telling you what she wants to be done to her in the bedroom. over time and with comfort and trust, she'll become more comfortable with setting boundaries, introducing kinks and other types of play, but she starts shy and closed off. on a purely physical side, became very attentive and skilled over a short amount of time, and is willing to try pretty much anything that isn’t a hard limit.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

abby is obsessed with any position she can show off her physical capabilities in while she’s fucking you. hoisting your legs over your head and pinning them to the bed in mating press while she slams to the hilt like a restless madwoman, each thrust grinding into that rough, almond-shaped sore deep in your wetness that sends shutdown instructions to your brain? check. across a desk, table, countertop, whatever, holding you in a mock-wheelbarrow position, one leg crooked through her arm while the other struggles for balance against your weight and the pattered bump of her fucking in and out of you as your hands scramble the table, fighting for a grip? check. using her superior planking skills to bear all of her weight onto you while she sloughs her cock in and out of you while you lay on your stomach, helpless but to take it, strong arms wrapped around your head as a hand plays in the hair at the crown of your skull? check.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

tries to portray a serious stoic dom during scenes, but sometimes she’ll fuck up a sexy line she’s been brainstorming and you’ll hear her try, (and fail) to stifle a snort and giggle. fights herself not to crack jokes at some of the silly shit the two of you say when you’re peaking, or your varying o-faces. during vanilla sex and when she’s not trying to put on a persona, abby can be very goofy in the bedroom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

expect tufts of shiny, curly dirty blonde hair around the perimeter of her pussy. it might trail down her thighs, depending on how grown it is, and blends into a soft happy trail going up her stomach to her belly button. if it gets too tangly or hot outside, she might trim it a bit with scissors, but other than that, abby doesn’t really care or think about ‘keeping up’ with her pubic hair. word flies through the stadium that hairy pussy is her weakness, so if you keep yours bushier, don’t be surprised if abby has to compose herself before she digs in.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

emotional intimacy is crucial to her, and constantly being in a space where just for survival she has to compartmentalise her humanity wears down on her mentally. she’s confused when she wakes up in the morning after your first time together, and you’re cuddled into the space between her shoulder and her underarm; sunlight dappling your face as it leaks in through the holes in the privacy shield against the window. after you promised one another that there would be no feelings, no strings attached, just the two of you passing the time and having fun, she doesn’t wake up alone.

sometimes, you’re so sweet to her that she has to fight back tears, which she promptly plays off. you run the edge of your nails up and down her scalp while she’s still bathing in the afterglow of an orgasm, and she feels free. abby loves when you give her pet names, big girl, baby, goldie, prince charming, but when she slides her flat palms under your shirt, rubbing up and down your torso, and you breathe out just ‘abs,’ that's when she knows she’s found her way home.

in her eyes, there is no god, but she understands worship when she fucks into you slowly, gently, opening you up bit by bit, her whispers almost inaudible in the crook of your neck as she cradles you in her hands like she’s trying to capture a moment in time; she understood what it meant to be sanctified when you kiss for a long time, hands exploring one another, all of her hard on all of your soft, and don’t end up fucking. for years she’s felt like a tool for other people to use, so it’s hard for her to verbalise her needs in fear of being shut down, but somehow, you just… know. she lets her guard down for you, gets too pliant and lazy and comfortable in a way that she’s still learning to be okay with. she’s still working on emotional availability and being open with herself and others, but you remind her that she exists, and abby is forever grateful for that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

abby isn’t super chronically horny, but will definitely turn to her hand if it’s been an extended patrol run where she has to be away from you for multiple nights at a time. she thanks her lucky stars the first time she opens her pack while camping out with her team at Eight and finds naughty polaroids you snuck in her bag. she finds it easy to treat her insomnia on those nights by shoving her fingers deep into her pussy and curling against her swollen g-spot, while her thumb flicks against the mass of her clit, sending shockwaves that spasm her toes and travel up her spine to the top of her head.

she has to use the flat of her palm against her mouth to stifle adorable, high pitched moans as her hips snap wildly, chasing an orgasm that rips through her body, leaving her panting heavily and leaking the contents of her fucked-out hole down her ass. she’s woken you up before with how loud and intense her sounds can be, so she hopes she can keep quiet well enough to not wake her squadmates stirring in their sleep.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

abby is heavily turned on by praise; tell her that she’s fucking you so good, that she’s hitting that spot just right, that she’s so pretty and strong and takes care of you just how you need it, and you’ll drive her crazy with love and lust. despite the fact that she reasonably can’t, abby always gets a kick out of you begging her to cum inside of you, to give you a baby, which she happily obliges, pressing deep into you with your feet to your ears, taking advantage of how much bigger and stronger she is, how tiny and pathetic and weak you are when you struggle, licking tears of ecstasy from your eyes and growling, “you want me to make you into a mommy, huh? –to blow my fuckin’ load deep in you?”

loves primal sex, fucking you on your tummy, against your bedroom door, in a headlock, over the table… enough said, just hunting you like prey and using all of her physical dominance to control your body like an animal, wrenching orgasm after orgasm out of your body even when you’re begging and pleading that it’s too much. she wants to dumb you out, ruin your mind and make you think only of her, living, breathing, existing only off of how good she makes you feel.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

abby is on whatever you’re on, honestly. she’s more careful at the stadium or the FOB, not wanting to do anything that jeopardises your reputations or her cushy position at isaac’s right hand. okay with weighing risks at home base, but she’s too paranoid and focused on keeping you safe in a dangerous world to do anything when the two of you are outside the fence. her baby isn’t a soldier, so you might be more idealistic and naive about what lies outside of the walls. it’s hard for her to let her guard down when you’re too sweet, too optimistic, too soft, and there are a million terrible, horrible ways she could lose you lurking around every corner. the most you’ll get while on patrol is a quick make-out session, a couple of playful slaps to your ass or a hand on your waist pulling you from here to there, and at *most* a little bit of bump and grind in a deadbolted room. if she can guarantee your safety and comfort, she’ll oblige. but she’s not hard to convince, and she can’t deny your puppy eyes when you ask for a late-night quickie in the community showers. but all in all, she prefers her bedroom, where the two of you can be as loud as you want, where she can make the bed shake and rattle and hear you whine and moan and cry as much as she wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

loses her mind over tension. sexual tension, romantic tension, when you two are so pissed at each other that you could tear the other apart with bare hands. firm believer that the make-up sex is the best part of a fight. heated arguments turn into rough, primal fucking to fix both of your attitudes. the two of you stealing heated glances across the cafeteria while you work the consignment desk turns into the two of you huddled in a utility closet, abby’s cheeks warming the space between your breasts, raking a finger through your folds painfully slow. when you see her after a long rotation in her militia gear, bloody, covered in dirt and whatever else but still whole and still yours, your soldier, your protector– it’s like the two of you go into fucking heat, romping like bunnies for hours while you reward her for a job well done, letting her burn off all of that pent up adrenaline and jumpiness from the day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

she’s really anxious about hard impact. she’s painfully aware of how much stronger she is than the average woman, and she’ll never get anywhere more physical than a firm slap on your ass or pussy, or little slaps to your cheek to redirect you during play. she’s terrified of hurting you, and she’ll never go farther than that, even if you really want her to.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

abby’s a head monster. can eat you out for HOURS to the point of overstimulation. gripping and slapping your ass, squishing your pussylips between two fingers, relishing in the way that your gush leaks from the seams, wrenching your thighs apart so she can have easy access to fuck you out with her tongue. she’s a bit impartial to receiving when you first get together. she considers herself a service top; she gets off watching you get off, and great head is infrequent at the stadium. that all changed the first time you offered, tongue plying down into her musky heat, savouring the salty-sweetness of her warmth. from there, she was lost, fucking your mouth and chasing her own pleasure. the only thing breaking her out of her haze was the feeling of you lightly slapping her inner thigh, running out of breath from the heavy palm tangled in your hair holding you tight to her cunt. she apologised profusely afterward that she was too blissed out, that she’ll be more mindful next time. you two still laugh about how the head was so good she tried to kill you; poor baby doesn’t know her own strength :(

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most times, if she's lethargic and sleepy from a long shift she’ll let you take complete control, riding her until your orgasm and then falling asleep on her tummy. Other times, like days off, she's in full control; fucking you like she hates you in the prone position as she pushes you down with her weight, or laying in bed and holding your leg up in the air effortlessly as she fucks you slow and romantic from the side.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

abby desires you in every way. it doesn’t really matter to her, as long as she can get her hands on you. she loves quickies for their tense, ’try not to get caught’ vibe and the challenge of seeing how fast she can ruin you with just her fingers and tongue, but in reality, she’s not very good at them. she’s fucked you ten minutes before she had to roll out for patrol, just because she was pent up from last night and you looked soo fucking irresistible. fucking you fast and rough with her arm around your throat, doling out breath as she saw fit, your eyes rolling back as you got brought to orgasm and then taken back to the starting line over and over. it carried over so late that they had a rookie come to her door and knock looking for her. needless to say, that rookie got chewed out and taken off her next patrol for insubordination.

but I think she relishes getting to be slow with you. everything in her life is so fast, so twitchy, always on edge, so she really values getting to lay down in bed with you and take you down piece by piece. spreading open your lips and working you open finger by finger until you’re all swollen down there and leaking over her palm, pussy so cute and red and puffy and just *begging* for her thumb to slide in too. introducing the strap to your well-used, well-warmed-up cunt, and analysing every muscle in your face as you keen at the insertion. she’ll rub your clit achingly slow, listening as you babble for more, to stop teasing, to fuck you the way that only she knows, and marvels at how your hard clit stands at attention and bounces around her fingertips. when she’s done, abby wants it to be hours after, your moans still stuck to the ceiling, pussy clenching and unclenching, wetting the sheets as you’re left a defiled slut, but most importantly, hers and hers only.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

abby anderson is good for being adventurous in bed, but she’s only really comfortable with simple risks; erotic asphyxiation, rope bondage, spanking. one night, you asked her if she could bring her service pistol into the bedroom –unloaded, disassembled and reassembled, of course– and it was a firm ‘no.’ but she still thinks about it sometimes, not gonna lie. she never wants to put you in a place where recklessness can get one, or both of you seriously injured or worse.

but what she didn’t know, however, was that she was getting into a relationship with a crazy fucking daredevil. you’re practically owned by trying to convince her to fuck in risky, dangerous places.

"babe, why don’t i give you some head? you cleared out this scar camp sooo good–!" "no."

":(( let's scissor in this abandoned tunnel, then!" "stop. we gotta sweep the area for infected."

"are you sure you don’t want some pussy off the side of this ferris wh–" "what the fuck did i say?"

under normal circumstances, abby wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to punish you for being bratty, but right now she’s trying to keep her lunch inside, thankyouverymuch!

sidebar but sometimes she’ll just snap after all of your failed attempts at seducing her, pushing you into the dirt wherever you are, and just… starts savagely hard domming you, sheathing her strap into your cunt with her hand over your mouth and the other fisted in your hair, pulling by the roots, wedging your mouth open and making you swallow thick gobs of her spit.

“this what you wanted, right?” yanking your head up to meet her face, eyes burning with rage. “and you better be fuckin’ quiet. goddamn liability.” she sneers into your ear, bottoming out into you over and over again and battering your cervix and tender inner walls, the pleasure and degradation making fat tears run down your cheeks. fortunately (for her, at least,) she doesn’t have any more problems with disobedience for the rest of the journey back to the FOB.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

dating a gym rat wasn’t your most well-thought-out idea, as she has so much more stamina than you know what to do with. content with fucking you until her muscles burn and you’re begging her that it’s too much, abby treats you like human exercise equipment. when she really needs long-term stress relief, she whispers in your ear, “lay down baby, you’re gonna be my workout buddy, yeah? g’na be my good girl and help me get bigger and stronger?”

she makes you count out how many strokes she gives you, holding you up and bouncing you on her fat dick with nothing else but the strength of her bulging, hard-working muscles supporting every pound of your weight, muttering something to herself about how this is better than getting on the bench, anyways. you’re surprised when you see her looking over her naked form in the mirror after a long “personal training” session, and she has an actual muscle pump.

after what feels like hours, you’re trying to catch your breath, looking and feeling a fucked out mess, when abby runs her hands back over your ass, kneading and gently ghosting over your ruined pussy with a finger. “got another set in you, i know you do.” and you barely have enough time to get back into position before your eyes are rolling back and she’s ripping a moan out of you, in plank position with her hands on either side of your head as she slides her cock head into your messy, torn-up twat.

...it’s going to be a long session.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

abby’s prized possession is a glittery blue strap-on, eight-and-a-half inches of pure problem, sourced from the ruins of a dilapidated strip mall the two of you stumbled across on patrol. she was a bit impartial to the idea, but figured that it would ease some of the stress off her achy wrists. quickly became hooked, wanting to use it every time you two fucked, and any chance she could crop up, nestling into you while you stood at the sink, hands in the dishes, her fingers getting lost under your bra, squishing a nipple as she sunk deeper inside. she loved how she could see you get more and more fucked out than you ever had off just her tongue alone, could grit her teeth as leather and rough fabric bit into her clit, could marvel in the mirror at the bulge it left when she stuffed it into her briefs before heading out for the day, straining against the grey cotton, altering the tempo of her walk, forcing her natural manspread just a little bit wider. could get a *great* core workout from pounding into your abused holes for hours.

abby is obsessed with strap sucking as foreplay, especially if you fix up those pretty, puffed-up lips with gloss or lipstick so that she can watch as sloppy rings form around the silicone. loves watching you make yourself messy with spit running down your chin as you mouth her strap through her cotton boxers. (loves SLOPPY top, like really throat it, gag, hit the back of your throat choking it down, slobber coating your fingers in messy globs. wants to see tears and snot and spit dribbling out of you from loving her cock the way only you know how.)

one night, you finally give her the green light to act out one of her biggest fantasies, letting her fuck your throat nice and deep, making you gag and drool every time she bottoms out, your domineering girlfriend reaching a hand to rub your clenching throat, whispering a mixture of sweet nothings and abject depravity that sends shockwaves to your clit and makes you ruin your panties.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

abby doesn’t consider herself a sadist but lets it be known that there’s no such thing as a free lunch. knows just when to switch off her puppy-dog girlfriend mode that just wants to make you feel good and turn on her wolf callousness, the cruelty that relishes torturing you. will let you be a brat and then edge you for days as punishment, watching you cry as her finger brushes over your exploited clitty, helpless but to let her go knuckle deep in your little hole and thrashing as she fucks you ever so slowly, savouring your pleas to have mercy. not super into the public sex thing, but will have you sit on her lap or her thigh in the cafeteria or in the common area at the stadium, grinding into your pussy and pretending like nothing is happening while you stifle your moans and your mind goes blank.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Abby is possessive DOWN and, therefore, loud as fuck when you two are at each other. tried to hold back her moans when y’all had first got together, now she’s an animal in the bedroom, groaning and panting in your ear turning into growls and near-inhuman whines and moans. a sucker for call-and-response, and will tease you over and over again until you say, ‘it’s your pussy, this is your pussy,’ in the way she likes it. wants people to walk past her room and know what’s going on, wants to claim you even when you’re not together, wants to make it known that you’re strictly off limits. her mouth gets filthier and more degrading when she’s far gone, and it’s not unlikely for her to growl out that you’re a bitch or a whore, and make you repeat it at the top of your lungs.

when she’s bottoming, it’s a whole different story, keening and moaning into your touch, stifling her whines by biting her lip, a habit that you hate. has pretty, subby moans that only get louder the closer she gets to orgasm. It's enough to ring in your ears and shake the wall; the sounds of her begging and crying can definitely be heard in the hallways and outside on the green, but when she’s close, chasing her peak and pleading to be let go, she doesn’t give a fuck. It’s obvious what it is, what’s going on, that it’s abby begging, “mommy– fuck, please let me get off please lemme fuckin’ cum, ineeditineeditireallyneedit.” it’s the sound that can be heard around the world, but she’s never been approached about it, and at this point she really dares someone to try.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

has a habit of slamming the headboard with her palm when she’s filling you rough and deep with her strap. she’d never turn her pent-up aggression on you, but it fires you up knowing that she’s on the verge of losing it. it makes you crazy, seeing her in her most primal form, bottled-up stress and anger spilling out of her, using your pussy the way she wants, how she thinks you deserve it. also a firm believer in sticking her thumb in your asshole while fucking you from behind.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

five feet and eleven inches of absolutely sculpted muscle. every single part of her looks custom made, every freckle painted on by hand, each scar webbing her skin a reminder of every time she made it back home. unshaven everywhere, her tummy and her legs and her underarms covered in dense, velvety swaths of hair, making her cuddly and soft like a pillow. the doughy fat of her small breasts pokes out over her impressive pectorals; the divot of her chest is covered in a heavy swath of freckles. deep pink, medium-sized nipples, slightly puffy and heavily sensitive. enjoys nipple play and breast stimulation as foreplay; likes having her breasts sucked on during sex. straight hips and thick thighs, deep scar on her left thigh from a raider ambush. has an outie pussy with fat outer lips, inner labia is dark pink and protrudes; the first thing to engorge when aroused. larger than average clit with high sensitivity. less sensitive to penetration, so she usually needs a lot of foreplay or dual stimulation to have a penetrative orgasm. curly blonde pubic hair around the perimeter of her vagina. firm ass, all muscle. brown splotch birthmark on her left asscheek. has an asshole, you know.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

abby prides herself on willpower and self-control, but when it comes to you, she burns hot. she wants her hands, tongue, fingers, everything on you or in you or grabbing anything she can touch. she had secret trysts, an assortment of sneaky links and fuckbuddies to scratch that itch deep inside, but she was c o n t r o l l e d by how much she desired you, how she fucks you like she needs you or else she’ll fucking die.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

such a cuddlebug. after it’s all said and done, expect abby to use the superior force of her body to roll you on top of her, lips full of praise and sweet kisses, and run hands through your hair and down your back until you fall asleep. watches you for a little while, taking in every peaceful, sweet feature on your face until that familiar warm pressure coats her skull and the pull of gravity plays against her eyes. she always goes to bed last, dutiful in making sure you're content, sated and happy, but on days where she doesn’t have to work she’s the last to wake up, a lump forming in her throat when you greet her with breakfast and coffee from the cafeteria, she laughs it off as soreness from sleeping under an open window.

[mychlapci]

Drift is absolutely the kind of bot that drinks birthing fluids and eat placenta. He helps Ratchet delivers, hands in his business, and then proceeds to cum directly inside Ratchet’s still spasming valve, to pass the healing proprieties.

He also lick clean Ratchet and their spawns, make sure Ratchet’s milk production is up to order with constant stimulation (he will massage, nip and suck on Ratchet’s nipple until his titties are full and leaking).

He would also help Ratchet strengthen his pelvic floor, by “letting him train” on his spike, as he pushes and keeps Ratchet’s cervix up and in its space (and if afterward, Drift rewards his wife with a high pressurize splash of cum, directly on said cervix… well, he’s being a very good husband)

Rodimus can’t believe how freaky Drift is.

yes, it's all hippie shit and Drift happily buys into it because he's kinky as hell. He loves home births, loves watching Ratchet's valve crown, loves to drink all his healthy, nutritious amniotic fluids and then share the placenta so that they can both remain healthy and connected to the spirit of creation. Ratchet bedrudgingly accepts this. He knows it's more of a kink for Drift than anything else, and he's not opposed to a few sore overloads after birth. Drift is always so reactive and passionate when Ratchet is pregnant and birthing, he can't take this away from him...

If Rodimus ever found out about Drift's birth kink - sorry, "ritual practices", he'd definitely wanna try it out for himself. As gross it is, he's a curious bot :)

[milkiie]

𝑅𝑈𝐿𝐸𝑆 & 𝐺𝑂𝐴𝐿𝑆

⋆.𐙚˚ daily essentials ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

💭 drink 2l of healthy fluids minimum (water, juice, tea,...)

🌸 eat 5 meals (9AM, 12AM, 3PM, 6PM, 9PM)

💭 get 8+ hours of sleep

🌸 have at least 20 minutes of low impact movement

💭 listen to subliminals

⋆.𐙚˚ hygiene & wellness ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

─── ★ ˙🌺 ̟ !! daily :

🧼 shower or bathe

🦢 brush my teeth twice (i struggle to remember)

🧼 put on lotion

🦢 do my skincare

🧼 brush my hair, massage my scalp, use dry shampoo if necessary

🦢 oil my nails

─── ★ ˙🌺 ̟ !! weekly :

🧼 take a relaxing hot bath

🦢 shave

🧼 hair and face mask

🦢 wash, condition and treat hair

🧼 face guasha

🦢 exfoliate body and face, body oil

🧼 cut, treat and file my nails

─── ★ ˙🌺 ̟ !! monthly :

🦢 exfoliate scalp

🧼 get a pedicure

⋆.𐙚˚ mind & mental health ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

─── ★ ˙🌺 ̟ !! daily :

🥛 read for 20 minutes

🍨 practice on duolingo

🥛 use all my self-education apps

🍨 affirm and pray

🥛 journal/do a check-in

🍨 meditate for 3 minutes

─── ★ ˙🌺 ̟ !! weekly :

🥛 spend time socializing in a relaxed manner

🍨 practice a hobby

─── ★ ˙🌺 ̟ !! monthly :

🥛 go to therapy

🍨 try something new (food, experience, hobby, etc.)

⋆.𐙚˚ academia ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

🩰 get a study buddy

🐇 attend all lectures and seminars

🩰 take detailed notes

🐇 rewrite my notes all cute after lecture

🩰 do all the assigned reading

🐇 watch videos/documentaries on stuff i don't understand

🩰 make revision cards

🐇 do all homework the day it is assigned

🩰 study systematically, a little every day

🐇 keep organized and up to date on everything

🩰 do all assignments on time

🐇 make it fun for myself

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 (𝙈𝙝𝙞𝙣)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 When being a brat gets you what you want and more~.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) AFAB!Mhin, bratty behavior, sub!Mhin, Dom!Reader, oral sex, fingering, squirting, dacryphilia, glove kink(?), hair pulling, ambiguous relationship. MINORS DNI

𝘼/𝙉 Deadass, this randomly hit me while I was watching someone play the demo and I was looking around for fanfiction 🤣👍🏼. I wanted to hurry and get it done before I suddenly lose interest, so I typed this up instead of letting myself go to sleep.

The only sounds that fill the room is the sounds of occasional sucking, your groans, the wet sounds of your gloved fingers thrusting in and out of a drenched cunt, and Mhin’s sinful little moans and whines they so badly try to keep quiet and to a minimum.

But it’s pointless.

You have them so incredibly wet and wound up like a coil ready to explode.

Mhin’s been so bratty as of lately and frankly it’s started to get on your nerves, until you realized it’s all because they’ve been feeling a little neglected.

So you’ve made it up to them by giving their pretty pussy some well needed attention, never letting up after each orgasm you’ve let them have.

Hell, you’re so generous that you’re letting them tug at your hair!

You pull your mouth away from their clit, a string of arousal and saliva clinging from the bright pink pearl and your lips.

You then give the hunter a wolfish little grin as your fingers continue to stimulate them lazily, their arousal further coating the silken gloves that protect them from you.

Mhin chokes and pants rapidly, their slim fingers tightening in your hair and their hole clenching greedily around nothing.

“Did you really have to throw a tantrum to get my attention? You’re almost as bad as Vere~,” you tease, laughing when Mhin yanks your hair harshly.

“D-Don’t fucking bring that bastard up!” they snap, glaring down weakly at you with tears clinging to their lashes. “Why the f-fuck are you even thinking about him right now!?”

“Temper, temper,” you coo, using your other hand to sharply smack their cunt as some punishment.

They sob out a moan and their body trembles harshly, making you grin wider.

“Be thankful I’m pampering you now,” you remind, pressing a kiss to their clit as an apology before slipping three fingers back in, relishing in the relieved moan Mhin makes.

You continue to kiss their clit, roughly fingering them and not letting them close their legs, and keeping them pinned down to the bed.

“I-I’m…! F-Fuck..! C-Cum..! I’m gonna cum..!”

“Go on, Sweetheart, I haven’t stopped you yet~,” you coo, adjusting your posture so that your sitting up slightly.

You rub tight circles on their clit and continue massaging their g-spot until Mhin finally cries out, your black gloves getting creamed on before becoming downright drenched suddenly.

The moment it happens you become even more excited, rapidly abusing their poor clit some more and making more fluid squirt out of them, getting the clear fluid all over on you, Mhin’s lower half, and the bed.

It starts out as small little streams before growing a bit stronger the harder you work your fingers. You become so determined to make them squirt more that soon your teasing it out of them with ease, Mhin squirting and drenching your face all the while as they’re sobbing loudly at this point from the overstimulation.

The taste is heavenly in your mouth, better than any drink you’ve had at any bar.

“C-Can’t..! Please, no more..!”

You hum and gently ease your fingers out of them, kissing their glistening folds, their public bone, stomach, and all the way up to their lips, cooing at their tear stained face.

Mhin fusses a little, feeling how drenched your face is, and when they’re able to actually focus on you, they blush brighter. No doubt they’ve now felt how wet the bed is.

“Did I..?”

“Mhm~. That was so hot,” you purr.

“S-Shut up,” they mutter, covering their face and ignoring your gentle laughter.

[cinnbar-bun]

Vacation

Pairing: Jinbei x AMAB!GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: ~1.5k

Summary: After finally getting a vacation, you and Jinbei decide to ditch the others and return to your hotel room to "enjoy" the wonderful room.

Notes: AMAB!GN!Reader, anal, "rougher" dom!Jinbei. Jinbei is in his Egghead outfit cuz we love a dad bod on the beach here!!!!

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“Why don’t we take this back to our room? I would like to enjoy our vacation just us two, if that’s alright?” Jinbei glanced at you, placing a gentle arm around your shoulder. His cheeks were a dusty pink, a sign that he was being truthful about his feelings. 

You recognized right away where this was going. Jinbei, always a gentleman, never wanted to make you uncomfortable or put you on the spot. But this was a rare vacation opportunity for you and the other Straw Hats. Even if it was short, there would perhaps not be another chance to take a break for a while. Why waste it hesitating?

You nodded at him as you brought out your keycard from your swim trunks. “That’s very fine with me.” 

You winked, knowing damn well the minute you got into that room, you perhaps would not be leaving anytime soon. Jinbei chuckled and pulled you close, escorting you back to the room. The others were too busy drinking by the pool and swimming to care, giving you two the perfect chance to start your vacation right. 

The resort was cooler inside than on the outside, making you shiver slightly. 

“Too cold?” Jinbei asked. “A bit.” 

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll be forgetting the cold in a bit,” Jinbei gave a toothy smirk and you found your face heating up alongside your body. He always had a way of distracting you. You fumbled with your key as you two approached the door, letting Jinbei walk in first as he closed the blinds of the large window overlooking the resort below. “There, that should give us some privacy.” 

Jinbei sat on the edge of the bed and jovially laughed, looking at you with excitement. “Well? Are you coming?” 

You forgot you were staring and strode to the large fishman, matching his enthusiasm. “I’m really sad I have to take off the shirt. You look great in it.” 

“I’m glad you think so,” he replies as he strokes your hair. Your fingers reach out to unbutton his tropical shirt, knowing the rules to this little “game” you two play by now. 

“Can’t you keep it on,” you whine playfully, while Jinbei shakes his head. 

“You know we can’t. I don’t want it ruined by all the fun we’ll be having,” Jinbei says as he cranes his neck to you after you throw his shirt to the ground. “You might want to hurry up, though. We don’t want to miss our dinner reservations, do we now?” 

“No, sir,” you shake your head as you slowly pull down his shorts, letting his large cock spring free. 

It’s massive, almost intimidating, except for the fact it had given you so much pleasure previously. You know what to do and you know what Jinbei expects, even if he hasn’t said a word yet. 

You lick a careful stripe on the underside of his member and kiss the head, noticing the tip leak some fluid. Another little kitten lick at the top earns you a hard yank on your head from Jinbei. 

“You keep playing around like that, and I might just end this,” he sternly responds. Your body is already too invested and yearning for him. Jinbei doesn’t mess around with you when it comes to this sort of thing. You know if he’s unsatisfied with your behavior that he’ll leave you begging and hanging dry for the rest of the vacation, if he so felt like it. He had done it before, and he didn’t look like he would relent now. 

So you do the one thing you know you should do. 

You kiss his weeping cock and take it down your throat with practiced motions, using your hands to massage his balls and the rest of his large member. Jinbei seems pleased with your actions, humming in content as he rubs his hands on your head in small circles. 

You do your best to breathe with every action- Jinbei isn’t small by any means- and work a good rhythm with your mouth and hands. 

“Good… good, like that,” Jinbei comments, before he roughly shoves himself down your throat. Your nose is met with his hairs as you have to hold back from gagging. The tears in your eyes are plentiful, and Jinbei, despite his hardened persona now, wipes it off with a quick flick of his finger. He releases your mouth from him as you try to catch your breath. 

“Why’d you stop? That’s now how you’re supposed to do it,” he chuckles, and you immediately go back to pleasuring him. 

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You’re thankful Jinbei does his best to prepare you for him, but even with all that preparation, the swell and size of him still manages to take your breath away. You’re gripping the sheets tightly as Jinbei continues to fill your ass with him. 

“Guess we have to work on making you take me better, hm, (Y/n)?” Jinbei taunts while you weakly struggle to remain on your hands and knees for him. He’s already stretching you out widely and pressing deliciously into you, making you delirious. But you have to contain yourself. You’re not allowed to cum unless he says so, not allowed to finish unless he decides to be merciful upon you for once. 

Jinbei, ever the observant man, gently thrusts into you once, reminding you just how amazing he can make you feel. You let out a garbled moan while Jinbei laughs. 

“Don’t tell me you’re close,” he says, but with the mocking tilt in his voice, you know he’s aware of your current feelings. He thrusts once more, this time putting his whole body into it and making you grip the sheets tighter. “We’re not even close to being finished, dear.” 

You weakly apologize for your excitement as Jinbei holds your hips and moves in and out of you. He doesn’t think of you right now, only focused on using you to give him the pleasure he desire. Your soft body meeting his every thrust and swallowing him whole makes Jinbei let out a throaty groan. 

“Take it,” he orders as he moves faster. Jinbei grunts and grips you harder, digging his fingers into your body while you do your best to meet his heavy thrusts. You cry out his name over and over, nails clenching the sheets as you wailed into the pillows. Jinbei grabbed your head to remove you from the pillows. “I want to hear you. Don’t cover your voice.” 

“Jinbei!” you yell his name loudly as you feel your body tightening and ready to burst. Jinbei can feel your climax approaching and hurries his pace. 

“Hold it in!” Jinbei shouts. You want to beg and plead, but you’re a jumble of whines and moans while you helplessly take Jinbei. There’s nothing you can do but try and not come right this second while he pleasures you. 

Thankfully, Jinbei decides to spare you some mercy and removes his hand from your head. He continues to pound into you and huffs. 

“Go on, be louder. T-take it and show me how much you enjoy this!” Jinbei gives you a final order as his hand wraps around your member. You feel the coil in you about to snap and you do your best to meet with Jinbei. With a loud cry of his name, you release onto the sheets and Jinbei’s hand while he keeps moving. The overstimulation makes your eyes water again and your body give out, but not before Jinbei leans over to pick you and hold you. 

“Almost there…” Jinbei warns you, not being able to handle how your body flutters around his cock. 

One. Two. Three. 

With tight hold on you and a guttural moan, you feel Jinbei release inside you, the warm fluid filling you and dripping down your thighs. You shakily try to catch your breath as Jinbei remains holding you. 

“J-Jinbei,” you groan, panting heavily at the exhausting round. 

“You okay?” He asks, losing the aggressive demeanor he had immediately. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

You shake your head and Jinbei sighs happily. He lays you down gently on the bed, removing himself from you as he goes to get a few towels to clean you up. 

“I’m relieved, then,” Jinbei comments. With careful movements, he wipes your body and the mess of sheets on the hotel bed. You whine at the contact before Jinbei presses a kiss to your forehead. “Easy, now. Rest up, I’ll wake you in a couple hours so we can get ready for dinner.” 

You nod tiredly, not really hearing what Jinbei is saying as he gives you another kiss and strokes your head soothingly. 

“Love you…” you mumble. 

“I love you, too,” Jinbei replies, covering you both with a blanket. You lean into him and yawn while your eyes flutter shut. 

Jinbei chuckles at your behavior. 

Perhaps you two should consider more vacations in the future.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

All Good Things Come to an End

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 500+ words

Warnings: mentions of vomit and generally being hungover, Bucky being a bit smug but generally supportive.

You passed Bucky as you stumbled into the bathroom, barely noticing the surprise on his face. There was only one goal on your mind; making it to the toilet before you blew chunks all over the bathroom floor. He hadn’t expected you to be up, let alone mobile. But let’s face it, the thought of cleaning up after yourself was worse than the thought of moving with the thumping in your head.

Bucky poked his head around the door just in time to hear you retching into the toilet bowl. Luckily there was nothing much in your stomach to make an appearance, but that didn’t make you feel any better. Bucky was at your side in an instant, holding back your hair and rubbing your back comfortingly.

Eventually the waves of nausea ebbed away and you found the strength to sit up.

“Better?” he asked.

A groan was the only suitable answer to that question. How dare he even ask such a stupid question? Did he not understand the agony you felt?

Bucky chuckled, wiping your mouth with a towel.

“Yeah, that’s right, laugh it up,” you croaked.

“Sorry sweetheart. I’m just not used to seeing you this hungover.”

“What makes you think I’m hungover? I could have the stomach flu for all you know.”

“Sweetheart, last night, you came home and tried to give me a lap dance which ended when you couldn’t unhook your bra!”

You looked blankly at your boyfriend who laughed again. “Don’t remember that, huh?”

“Could you keep your amusement down to a lower volume please?” you said, resting your head against the cool toilet basin.

“Be back in a sec,” Bucky got up and left the bathroom.

He was back pretty quickly with a glass of water and thankfully some painkillers!

“Take a sip of this,” he lifted the glass to your lips, letting you sip the cool fluid. “You need rehydration.”

“Thanks, Dr. Barnes,” you muttered sardonically.

“Here is the Tylenol and some Zantac.”

“What did I do to deserve you, Bucky Barnes?” you asked, leaning into his chest.

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

“I’m comfortable right here,” your muffled voice reached his ears.

“Well I’m not. Come on! Your problems are of your own making!” Bucky got up, leaving you unsupported.

“Don’t get smart with me, Mr. ‘I can’t get drunk’.” You lifted your arms so that he could help you to stand.

Bucky put his arms around you and escorted you to the living room, opportunistically grabbing a pair of shades from a table in the hallway.

“Is that coffee I smell?” you asked, sniffing the air.

“I put on a pot when I came to get the water. Now sit and will get you a cup.” Bucky placed the shades over your sensitive eyes.

You relaxed on the sofa until Bucky came back with a mug of steaming coffee and a pain au chocolat. He pulled the coffee table over so that it was within your reach and set your breakfast down in front of you.

“You take such good care of me. Thank you, my love.”

“You deserve the best, doll,” Bucky pulled your feet into his lap and started massaging them. “Although, maybe next time, try to drink a little less?”

You lifted your shades to glare at him for a few seconds before going back to your much needed java fix.