#he is so smooth in that first one he looks SILICONE

[moonshynecybin]

why did they airbrush celestino so much aljkdfldj

[the-californicationist]

he gives great gifts

Price/Reader - TW: remote vibrator, minor female ejaculation

“Hey, love, I’m home,” Price’s voice called out to you, summoning you to the front door. 

He was carrying all of your packages and mail, along with his rucksack, home for the weekend. You took the mail, helping him leave the worries of the day at the door to join you in the kitchen. You were making his favorite, chicken spaghetti, and you just started the oven. 

Your captain sat at the island counter, opening up the mail and sorting out the bills. He kissed you as you walked past him, his mustache tickling your lip and cheek

“Mm,” he moaned, “How was your day?”

“Good,” you smiled, flirting with him, “Missed you, though. How was yours? Any news from Laswell?”

“No, not yet. Still waiting on the intel. Oh, hey, it came!” He lit up, tearing into a small package with his knife.

“What’s that?” You asked over your shoulder, bending to put the chicken in the oven. 

“Bought you an early birthday present. Come see,” he was holding a black box, lifting the lid to reveal the prize inside. 

“John, I thought we said no gifts? What did you… oh, my God. Is that what I think it is?”

“Yeah,” he smiled like he had just won a medal, prideful and obviously chuffed, “...and it has a remote.”

You were staring at a lime green, silicone dildo. It was shaped like a curved smile, one large end for insertion and the other smaller end to be nestled on top of your clit. 

“A remote?” You asked, taking out the toy and feeling its smoothness in your hands. It was lightweight, but very solid. It seemed expensive, well-crafted, and like John had spent way too much money on you, as usual.

It buzzed in your hands, coming alive with a low rumble. It shocked you, and you almost dropped it.

“Oh, my God!” You laughed, “What was that?”

He held up a matching lime green remote. It was small, like a car fob, and it had a few different buttons to choose from. Price’s face was full of mischief,

“Put it in, love.”

“I’m making dinner,” you protested, but you didn’t put it down. 

“So?” He whispered darkly, dragging your hips toward him, kissing you deeply, licking your mouth and leaving little love bites down the side of your neck.

You giggled, smiling sweetly. He made it so easy to give in to him. You sighed,

“Okay, okay. Help me put it in, honey.”

Price put the remote down and slid your pants down to your thighs, pulling your panties down with them. He took the toy from you and opened the little packet of lube that came in the pouch, coating the thick end. He hesitated, slipping his own finger into you first, finding you a little too wet and already turned on. 

He made a face, full of delighted surprise, teasing you,

“Someone’s excited, hm?”

Impatient, he slid the toy into you gently, fitting it at your entrance and pressing it up into you. He pulled it back out again and used it to fuck you for a few strokes, making you moan quietly, leaning forward to steady yourself on his huge forearm. 

“Mm,” he groaned, “You like that, love?”

“Yeah,” you gasped.

He settled it all the way in and made sure the front was in the right place before replacing your panties and your leggings back up around your waist. You kissed him again, and went back into the kitchen to finish up with dinner. 

The excitement of knowing he could control your pleasure was building inside of you. You didn’t see the remote on the countertop, and he was busy recycling the boxes, so you thought you were safe. You leaned down again to check the chicken, and then you almost came out of your skin as the toy came alive inside of you. 

Price was unbothered, pouring a few fingers of whisky into his glass, innocently. He saw you looking at him and smiled knowingly, taking a long swig of the amber liquid into his mouth. You glared, but you needed to put the pasta on to boil. So, you turned back around to grab a pot. 

Inside of you, the toy buzzed, low and rumbling, shaking your clit and rattling against your g-spot in tandem, freezing you in place, riding out the waves of sensation. You struggled to bring yourself back to your task, but you wanted to play along, so you brought the pot over to the sink, panting, trying to work through the blinding pleasure, filling the pot with warm water. You had a few seconds to wait for it to reach the top, so you closed your eyes, reveling in the vibrations. 

You let out a moan, eyes still wrenched shut, hands on either side of the sink. 

“Um, love?” Price interrupted your lust, pointing to the pot which was now overflowing.

“Oh, shit,” you turned off the tap, and managed to pour out some of the water without too much trouble.

However, as you turned to walk it back over to the stove, he turned up the intensity. There was now some sort of… rotation… happening inside of you. It honestly felt like you were being fucked, like a cock was thrusting up into you, punishing your core. You stopped in your tracks, gripping the heavy pot for dear life, moaning in full volume. 

“John!”

Everything stopped. You gasped, your eyes flitting to him immediately. The captain was grinning from ear to ear, drinking his whisky and enjoying the show. He chuckled,

“What is it? You alright?” 

You laughed in short, panting breaths, rolled your eyes at him, and put the pot down to open the pantry for the spaghetti. When you reached for the door handle, the sensations were back, sending bolts of pleasure through your pussy, making your panties damp as you gushed out around the unrelenting dildo. You grabbed the handle tighter, steadying yourself against the frame of the door, resting your body against it, keening like a paid whore. Just as you were about to tumble over the edge, inches away from coming, it stopped again. 

“John Price,” you turned toward him, eyes wild, “You did not just - ”

“I’m starving,” he said casually, not even looking in your direction, pretending to scroll through his phone, “Think you’ll have dinner ready soon, love?”

You groaned, opening the door and reaching for the pasta boxes, waiting for him to click the button again. 

There was nothing. 

You waited in the pantry a little longer, baiting him.

Nothing. Not even a little jiggle. 

You barged out of the pantry, and as soon as he saw you, you were sent to your knees. He’d turned whatever setting it was all the way up. You dropped the pasta boxes, crawling on the floor of the kitchen like an animal, screaming out lurid cries and feeling your thighs tremble from the onslaught. 

“Did you think I would let you hide in there where I couldn’t see you?” His question was delivered with cold cruelty. He had left his seat and was now standing over you, remote in hand, watching you suffer at his feet. You begged for mercy,

“Baby, please, God… I need… oh, fuck!”

“Pick up the pasta. Now,” He commanded you, his voice loud and oppressive.

“John, please,” you clutched at the leg of his jeans, feeling like you were coming in waves and waves and waves. 

He reached down with his empty hand and grabbed you by the hair at the base of your skull, forcing you to look up at him, 

“I said: Pick. Up. The. Pasta.”

“Okay, okay…” You were trying to breathe. You let go of his pant leg and reached for the boxes, feeling your pussy clench around the toy as it fucked the life out of you. 

Your hands were shaking. The dry spaghetti made the sound of cheap maracas, clattering out of the box and splashing in the boiling water. You tried to open the second box, and you couldn’t. Your hands weren’t following your commands.

Price’s eyes bore into you as he stood next to you, watching you come apart under his control. Very casually, he took the box from you, opened it, and handed it back to you. He was breathing hard, as if he, too, was being subjected to the same sensations. 

Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his cock. It was pressing against his pants, making a perfect outline of itself, hard as a stone. He caught you looking and palmed himself over the top of the fabric, squeezing the head to relieve some of the tension. 

You were practically drooling for him. But, you went back to the meal, putting the other box of pasta in as gently as you could. The way that this toy was fucking you almost reminded you of having John’s fingers in you while he sucked on your clit. The vibrations and steady rocking movements brought you to completion in a way where you couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the other began. 

As you turned your back to face Price, he moved toward you, pulling you away from the stove and shoving you up against the countertop. He snaked his hand between your legs and pushed up on the toy, forcing it to fuck you deeper than normally possible, shoving it in you mercilessly. 

“John, I’m going to come, please!”

You came, but it was unique. You felt like you were wetting yourself, coming so hard that fluid was squirting out of you, soaking your panties and leggings, along with John’s invasive hand. 

“Mm, fuck,” he growled in your ear, “Did you just squirt for me? Bloody fucking hell.”

“I don’t…” you couldn’t form coherent thoughts, “I dunno. John, help me, please…”

“Sweet girl, do you need this cock?” he pulled your bottoms down, trapping your knees with them, and held you up by your waist. He turned off the vibrator and tugged it out of you gently. You were so slick that it slid out of you without much resistance. Your pussy was throbbing, flooded with come, and desperate for a familiar sort of relief. 

“Yes, please, God,” you begged, tears in the corners of your eyes. 

“Alright, love,” he let you feel his hot head at your pulsating entrance, ready to sink into you, “It’s alright, I'm here now.”

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[dollwrites]

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!bff!reader, sex toys mentioned but not used, noise control, dub con technically ( for him… kinda TRUST THE PROCESS ) prank gone wrong for reader lol, creampie, has absolutely no spoilers or deep lore, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. HAPPY 4/20! i was gonna do some dizzy drabbles but i couldn’t get this out of my head. not proofread ( and written when i was in the clouds ) so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

what had started out as a fun prank on your best friend for revenge ended with you completely at his mercy, unbeknownst to him.

picking up around the studio wasn’t something you did too often, considering it a breach of Rafayel’s privacy, but when you got there and he wasn’t home, you let yourself inside like you usually did. you were about an hour early, anyways. you hadn’t taken two steps when you stumble over a pile of crumpled sketch paper. you scrunched your brows as you gazed around your environment. scattered brushes, broken pencils, and a canvas half-painted in the middle of the floor. you sighed; perhaps Rafayel had hit a wall with his muse and had gone for a walk on the beach. the least you could do for him, you’d decided, was to clean up a bit. after all, a clean space is a productive space, right?

that was when you came across it, left carelessly on his bed, swaddled in a sea of white sheets and the comforter. you’d never seen one in real life until this moment, and at first you mistook it for a woman asleep in his bed with her butt sticking out of the blankets— but, it was fake. a plump, nearly life sized ass sitting atop the mattress.

does Rafayel really use something like this?

you found your cheeks heated up with embarrassment when you pictured him mounting it, both of his smooth palm against the cheeks, svelte digits digging into the silicone to spread it open wide enough for him to push inside…

shaking your head to snap yourself out of the fantasy, you look around, making sure no one was around to see you get lost in your own desire for him. “S—stupid.” you muttered to yourself, stepping closer to touch the fleshiest part of it. surprisingly soft, as soft as your own skin. your brow quirks, fingers sliding to the waistband of a pair of cerulean, lace panties that adorned the faux lower body. it seemed so strange to have clothes on something that was meant to stay hidden and used in private, as if the silicone slab had been laid out meticulously…

no, Rafayel didn’t use this for his own pleasure, you decided. this was a prank. an elaborate one, but one meant to fluster you when you came over.

he was such an ass!

“Oh yeah?” you challenge under your breath, grasping the panties and tugging them off of the toy, “You want to play games? I can play, too.” determined to outprank Rafayel, you toss the panties on the bed and stash the toy beneath the bed. it was surprisingly heavy, and made a splat when it hit the surface of the floor, you had to stifle a chuckle as just hilarious this was. you didn’t want him to win, even if he wasn’t there to see it. quickly unbuttoning your pants, you discard them and the panties you were wearing, kicking them under the bed, too. then, you grab the cerulean lace and pull them on— perfect fit! you took a moment to glance in a nearby mirror, turning slightly. your ass had a similar curve and complexion, and you hoped it was enough to fool him, at least long enough for you to scare him when he least expected it. then, you climb into the bed, scrupulous as you nest your top half under a pile of blankets, the pillows resting on the top of your shoulders to hide your head. there was also the issue with your legs. it took a great amount of wrapping sheets around your thighs as you kick and squirm, before you’re finally perfectly positioned— identical to the way he’d left the fake ass, your own sticks out as if inviting him, as you wait for him to return.

at first, it had been difficult to keep yourself from jittering, too excited to see the look on his face when you jump out, effectively one-upping his lewd joke. but, as the minutes ticked on, with your entire body hidden within his bedding, you’d started to sweat, breathing in the dense air trapped under the pillows with you, and you had to readjust several times. it took so long that you were just about to give up on the prank and unbury yourself, before you heard the door open.

showtime.

you felt knots of excitement tying themselves together in your belly as you willed yourself to be as still as possible, and appear as the lifeless, silicone toy.

you could hear him moving about the studio, sighing, and your heart was starting to beat faster in your ears— you hoped that he would hurry to his room, so you could reveal yourself soon, and you could get out from under this suffocating duvet.

when he’d stepped into the bedroom, you hear the door close behind him, and you have to physically keep yourself from kicking your feet in excitement. it was almost time to scare the living daylights out of your best friend. your muscles tighten, ready to jump up, but a sound abruptly stops you.

a zipper.

you freeze, listening silently to the sound of rusting fabric. soft thuds as he kicked out of his shoes, and a whoosh that follows towards the floor.

was he undressing?

your eyes widen only when you hear a heavy breath, followed by the click of a cap. squeezing, then a low moan coming from behind you. it was Rafayel. your eyes widen. you’d never heard such a sound from his mouth, and you had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. the subtle skin slapping that started slow, but sped up shortly after, his breath getting heavier simultaneously. you realized how wrong it was to hear Rafayel pleasuring himself, especially when he didn’t know that you were there. you should really say something, open your mouth and let him know that he wasn’t alone, but when your lips parted, you couldn’t force any sound from it. you were too stunned by these sounds to give him any kind of warning. you listen, mouth agape and eyes big, staring into the headboard of his bed as he takes a few steps towards the foot of it. your mind races, realizing that he had not placed the toy on his bed for you to find it—

this had not been a toilet-humor prank that he was putting together. he simply hadn’t had the time to hide his private toys before you stumbled upon them.

to solidify this revelation, you feel one hand tracing over the shape of your ass. his fingers were warm and slick, and you nearly gasped, sealing your lips just in time for his digits to curl around the panties and tug on them, inching down your thighs. he would definitely discover you were disguising yourself as the toy when he couldn’t take them all the way off, and that thought was equally humiliating and comforting. you didn’t exactly love the idea of him finding out now, after exposing your cunt to him, and now that you’d gotten an earful of him jerking off, but at least things wouldn’t go further. Rafayel doesn’t, however, try to pull the panties down completely. instead, he seems content to leave them around your thighs, and his fingers trace upwards, slowly and skillfully, until they trace your netherlips, slathering your sex in what had to be lube, cool and wet.

oh, god. your top teeth sink into your lower lip as his fingertips swipe full laps between your folds. the pads rub against your most sensitive nub, leaving it throbbing and begging for more attention before they drag downwards, teasing your opening. he didn’t seem to notice that your cunt spasms, attempting to clamp down on his fingers, before they run another lap. he lets out a heavy breath, the sound of his palm smacking against his abdomen as he fucks his own hand in tandem to the way he was unknowingly teasing your pussy making your head spin.

this was so wrong.

you had to tell him right now.

your tiers part once more, this time determined to stop this before—

the swollen, slippery head of Rafayel’s cock rubs against your slit. one hand covers your mouth to keep any sound, words or otherwise, from escaping as you realize that it’s too late to expose yourself now. you’d look like a total creep, taking advantage of your best friend by pretending to be his sex toy. “Huh—uhh…” Rafayel emitted a low moan as he rubbed his dick against you a few more times, before planting one palm on your ass, the other holding tight to his base as he plunged inside.

it took all you had within you to not let out a cry of surprise at the sudden entry. your free hand grips the sheet so tightly you fear your nails will rip holes in it, and your toes curl beneath the mattress. Rafayel had been under the impression that he could be as rough as he wanted, because the pussy was nothing but a silicone replica, and so his rhythm was steady, deep pumping almost immediately upon bottoming out in your guts. “Fuck,” he breathes out, hips thumping against your ass, both hands grasping at it. “F—feels good… yeah,”

he was right about that, and you wished you could vocalize it. your walls fluttered about in delight as he pounded into you, his cock was longer than you’d thought it would be, the tip bold in its deep exploration, prodding against your g-spot with every, full thrust of his hips. you fought the urge to bounce back, meet his movements with equally eager grinding. instead, your eyes began to roll and your lids flittered, and the grip on your own mouth tightened to keep any of your stifled mewls and whimpers from escaping. you couldn’t, however, keep from gushing when he hit the perfect depth with his fervent stroking, and you could only hope that his thorough drenching you in lubrication would be enough to mask this.

you could hear him panting, moaning, swearing, as he fucked you with reckless abandon. his fingers digging into your warm, satin skin, his cock twitching and throbbing inside you. it was as if you felt every, single vein as they rub your walls, autographing your insides, claiming them as his as he uses you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…!”

he was getting louder, his hips bucking more powerfully, more erratically, and the throbbing in your core was a testament to just how close to cumming he was.

you knew how wrong this was, but all rational thinking was dissipating; you were enjoying being fucked like this; greedy, careless pounding, by your closest friend too much to ruin it, now. you didn’t want to stop it, not until he was fully satiated.

“F—fuck, yeah,” Rafayel swoons, grabbing full fists of your ass, pulling your ass back to meet his hungry hip-snapping, “more, more, more!”

you couldn’t take much more, and you push your face into the mattress to keep quiet, both hands scrambling to hold on to something, squeezing the edge of the mattress with your nails sinking in— anything to relieve the pressure he was forcing as deep into you as he could. your feet wanted to kick, your back wanted to arch, and you wanted to scream out in pure pleasure, so you clung to the bed as tightly as you could in hopes that you could ride out the orgasm he was ripping from you.

he didn’t even seem to notice your twitching and subtle squirming beneath the blankets as he made you drop off and come undone, which you were thankful for, because he was too caught up in chasing his own high. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” Rafayel was sputtering, desperately trying to get there, pressing all of his weight against your ass as he pumps a few more, deep and hard, thrusts into you before he grunts, and releases. as if he’d been pent up for quite a while, you felt a spattering of warmth, and then it spreads as he fills your belly with his essence. you nearly lose it in this moment, and almost blow your cover, your walls clamping down on his cock as he starts to retract. it felt so good to be full of Rafayel that you didn’t want him to pull out, but he does so with a ragged moan. there’s an uncomfortable emptiness that follows his abandoning of your cunt, the feeling of being fucked deep and left there, your oblivious best friend’s cum dribbling out of your used pussy as it twitches and your muscles stay tense. you knew you were leaving a small puddle on his sheets below you, but you could hear him milling around the room instead of focusing on you, now.

“Damn,” he mutters to himself, and you his phone unlock, then the rapid-fire tapping of his fingers on the keys. was he… texting?

you were answered when you heard the faint vibrating of your phone in your pants pocket, hidden under the bed. he texted you?! at first, you think he must’ve heard it, because everything went silent, and you waited for him to start shouting, but he doesn’t.

a few moments later, the door opens, and his footsteps fade as he swaggers down the corridor, satiated, and a moment later, you hear the shower turn on.

for the first time in several minutes, your muscles relax for a moment, before you swim out from your heated prison in a hurry, scrambling under the bed to grab your phone. every move you made, you could feel his release swirling around inside you and dribbling down your thighs, and you groan at the sensation, and the trail you made before you pulled the panties up to keep any more from leaving evidence. staring at the screen, panting and fucked out, your eyes barely focusing, you read the message in disbelief.

just woke up so i’m running late. stop on the way and buy lunch or something i’m starving

liar.

but you didn’t have time to dwell on the message; you get dressed as quickly as you can, what with your legs trembling like shaken jelly and your insides sore from Rafayel’s eager plowing, and hoist the fake butt back into place on top of the bed. you had to make a stealthy exit before he got out of the shower. stuffing your own panties into your pocket, you decide the best way to avoid an even stickier mess on his floor that would certainly be noticeable, you had to wear the panties meant for the doll. you could only pray he didn’t realize they’d gone missing right away, and later today when you could sneak away to the bathroom, you’d put them back in place.

so, stumbling and trying to catch your breath, freshly fucked, you leave through the sliding back door, the one that faces the shoreside, and closes it behind you to complete your escape.

once outside, you exhale deeply, lean against his car, hidden from windows’ views, to evaluate the damage, beyond the mess of him in your panties. you groan, covering your face with both hands in belated guilt.

you could never, ever tell him about this!

[beautysamour]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑: 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬

— 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“Why?” Your boyfriend looked at you with a raised brow, two silicone toys in each of his hands.

You let out a shaky breath, the entire situation making it difficult for you to breath. You weren’t sure how Miguel was going to react when you brought using toys during sex—he’s always been the type to prefer using himself to make you cum, he took pride in it.

He straightens his back, “If I haven’t been making you feel good—“

“That’s not it,” you interrupt, taking one of the vibrators out of his hand, “I just thought it’d be fun to try,” suddenly you couldn’t look him in the eye, “a—and mj got it for us as a gift, it’d be rude to give it back after accepting it.”

You peek up at Miguel and find him looking at the sex toy in his hand. You hold your breath hoping that he’d—

“Alright. Are these the only ones?”

Without realizing it, your back straightens and your eyes have a sudden glow in them that was dulled by the previous nervousness, “For now, yeah.”

He chuckled at your wording, you planned on getting more?

“Great,” he sticks out his hand with the vibrator on his palm, “We can try these out after the dinner, yeah?”

Your body deflates at his words. After dinner? You can’t promise you’ll be able to wait that long, not with the other vibrator in your possession.

Well, that’s only if you stayed here.

He leans forward attempting to press a kiss on your forehead before his body falls against yours, his eyes fall down to your hand gripping onto his tie as he stops his tip with a hand against the wall.

His eyes flicker to yours seeping with confusion, “What was that for?”

You hum innocently, questioning his question.

Suddenly you release your grip on his tie, softly patting it against his chest as you smooth out the wrinkles. “You might be gone long—no—you will be gone long,” you rest your other hand on his chest, and start tracing circles with the vibrator on his left tit, “and the dinner will get rather boring pretty quickly.”

You lean up on your tippy toes, pressing a kiss against his jaw, “And the house gets lonely without you,” you press another kiss along his jaw, “And I’ll get bored—“

“Ok,” Miguel roughly breathes out, his large hands rest on your hips—the other vibrator still in his hand, “Do you want to come with me then?”

You smile. “I’d love too.”

;;

“I understand, Mr. O’Hara, but with the recent hit the industry took…”

You gripped onto Miguel’s hand as your vision went blurry, “Mig…Miguel,” you bite your tongue hoping the suppress the moan that nearly came out.

The coworker who was talking turned his head to you, “Oh, Mrs. O’Hara? Is everything alright?”

Your grip strengthened around your boyfriend’ hand as sweat started to trail down your throat and your pussy clenched around the toy.

“Mrs. O’Hara?”

You forced yourself to look up, to look at the coworker, and to speak. Your lips, both of them, trembled as they opened—a moan sitting prettily on the tip of your tongue.

“A—I—“

Your boyfriend was so sweet, so loving, and so attentive. He knew you were close, you just needed a little more, and he was more than happy to help you out. Especially when you were so obviously struggling to get any noise out of your mouth.

He played with the remote in his other hand under the table, pretending to look at you with worry in his eyes as a beautiful moan rips out your throat.

You pray that when you get up there won’t be a puddle of cum.

“Uh—uhm—Mrs. O’Hara—?”

“Pardon me,” Miguel heroically interrupts as his holds your close to his, “My wife isn’t feeling well, could you excuse us for a bit?”

“Oh—of course, yes.” The coworkers all move out of the way, making a clear path for the both of you to go through.

You cling onto him as you try to stand up, your legs tremble as you take your first step. “Miguel,” you breath out, “Ca—can we go, ah, home?”

You close your eyes, your over sensitive pussy is able to track every movement the little toy inside of you makes—it makes you pull away from Miguel, you’re body acting as it would whenever he’s in you.

Your heart breaks a little when you hear him laugh—and your legs nearly give out as the toy goes up to its next setting, “Miguel!”

He ignores your cry, maneuvering you around the tables until the bathrooms are right in front of you. He hums a tune, almost mockingly, as he opens the family bathroom, “Come on tesoro, get in.”

An almost heart wrenching whine leaves your throat as Miguel locks the door. You fall to the floor and your mouth opens, a silent moan comes out as you cum on your drenched underwear. Your back arches as the toy never stops it’s movement.

Miguel tsks as he kneels next to you, “What’s wrong cariño,” he feigns innocence, “Doesn’t it feel good?”

“Can’t,” you choke out, “Ca—can’t!”

He holds the remote out, purposely putting in the your line of sight. He twirls it around his fingers, “You said you wanted to go home? Thought you wanted to come with me, tesoro.”

You grind your pussy against the cold floor as you feel your body start to heat up.

“Miguel,” you cry, “Why are you being mean?”

You lean into his touch as his hand cups your cheek to make you look at him. He looks at you, eyes soft as he rubs your cheek.

You turn your head to press a kiss on his palm, stupidly taking this act from him as kindness.

Your head drops immediately, tighs pressing against each other as the vibrations in your pussy get more intense.

“F—fuck.”

Miguel presses a kiss to the top of your head as he watches you crumble underneath him, “Sorry tesoro, but you’re just so pretty like this.”

[kingkatsuki]

Kaji doesn't mind attending any parties with you, especially when you get all dressed up for him. But he'll admit, the remote controlled vibe that's currently stuffed inside your panties makes them slightly more bearable. The only problem this time? Togame Jou finds out.

Don't judge my weird choices in threesome pairings, it could happen okay!!

Pairing: Kaji Ren x Togame Jou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon (reader doesn't mind but consent is never explicitly stated/asked), public setting, implied intoxication, remote controlled vibrators, sharing control of the vibrator, dirty thoughts.

Word Count: 4.2k.

It wasn’t really that Kaji hated parties per se. He enjoyed being around rowdy people as they enjoyed themselves, it made him feel part of the action. But on nights like these when you’d taken the time to make yourself extra pretty, wearing a cute short dress that hugged your curves in all the right places. Kaji, without a doubt, would much rather be at home bending you over the nearest surface. And in an ideal world more than once—

Of course, Tsubaki’s annual birthday party was an engagement that neither of you could get out of (not that you would’ve ever wanted to when you were his best friend), so Kaji wouldn’t even bother to try—knowing all too well that Hiragi would probably chastise him for missing it, just as much as you would. 

But he had something at least, his phone clasped firm in his hand as he slumped back on a couch in the corner. His thumb smoothing against the screen as he made the pink line swish against it, sucker positioned between his teeth and gum as he watched your reaction. Your hand reached out to grasp Tsubaki’s arm as you stumbled from foot to foot, thighs clenched together as the pair of you giggled afterwards. Kaji wasn't sure who was more drunk as Tsubaki wobbled in those high heeled boots, both of you barely able to stand as his lips pressed against the side of your face to try and whisper into your ear as he left a line of crimson in their wake.

You turned to shoot Kaji a look from across the room as you gave him an adorable pout, your nose scrunched in irritation as your cup of alcohol had almost spilt to the floor. The corner of Kaji’s lip curled in the slightest hint of a smirk as he took pity on you and moved the line back down towards the bottom of the screen, noticing the relived look on your features as you turned your attention back to the elaborate story Umemiya was apparently telling. His cup held high in the air as liquid sloshed around, Kaji was able to get the tail end of it over the loud thrum of bass as he talked about his prized tomatoes. 

It had been a little over an hour since Kaji had bent you over the back of the couch before you’d both left for this party. Pulling your panties to the side as he licked the tip of the small pink bullet that he prepared to place inside you, his thumb spreading your folds as he leaned back to see your tight little hole peering back at him as he teased the tip of silicone against it. Watching you writhe into his touch as he wondered whether he should just fuck you here and now, his semi already pulsed beneath black skinny jeans as you gave him a sultry whine.

“We’re going to be late,” You complained, wiggling your hips back against him as Kaji continued to stroke the tip of the toy against your tight hole. Barely breaching the first rim as you tried to look back at him.

“We don’t have to go at all, you know.” He murmured. Knowing that one little pulse of the toy against your clit would be enough to garner your attention for the evening.

“It’s Tsubaki-chan’s birthday,” You gasped as he began to push the pink toy inside your ill-prepped hole, feeling a slight stretch from how dry you were as his spit did little to satiate the throb, “We have to at least go for a few hours.”

Kaji’s jaw locked in irritation but he didn’t bother to respond. He knew how close you were to the former Furin King, and how excited you’d been to celebrate his birthday together. Hopefully, he’d manage to sneak you out after a few hours, and you wouldn’t be subjected to one of Umemiya’s long speeches before the cake.

“Fine,” Kaji huffed, pulling your panties to the side as he could just about make out the pink tail of the toy through the sheer lace of your panties. Giving your crotch a playful swat as you gasped in a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he helped you back into a standing position, smoothing down the skirt of your dress as he gazed down at you with furrowed brows.

“Don’t be mean with this,” You tried to glare at him, but it just made him smile and shake his head, “The last time I thought it was going to slip out of me and everyone would hear it.”

“It ain’t my fault you get that wet from a little teasin’.” Kaji scoffed as he took your hand in his to pull out of the front door. The sooner you left, the sooner he could get you home.

“A little teasing isn’t turning it up to the highest setting, Ren.”

"Just let me have my fun."

And of course, he was being nice. Why wouldn’t he be?

Perfectly content to watch you as he continued to absentmindedly move his thumb against his phone screen. Wondering how wet you were right now, and whether he could coax you away from your best friend for five minutes to sneak a hand beneath your dress to find out – That might be enough to get you to leave earlier than expected too – knowing all too well how you became like putty the moment his fingers would skim your clit. Every so often you’d move in just the right way that had your skirt riding up, and he was certain that he could see a flash of your panties. 

Biting back a groan as heavy metal played through his headphones, Kaji began to move the line in time with the beat of the song. A stark contrast to the constant drum sounding over the party speakers as you shot him a knowing look, trying to figure out what it was he was listening to as you shook your head. 

“Is this a new game or somethin’?” Kaji barely heard him over his music as someone came up behind the back of the couch to swipe his cell phone out from between his fingers and he immediately turned his head to the side with a glare. Tugging his headphones down to rest around his neck as Togame flopped down beside him on the couch with his thighs spread wide as he looked down at the screen, “I never understood the appeal of these puzzle games.”

“Ain’t a fuckin’ game.” Kaji snarled as he tried to grab the phone back, moving his lollipop to settle on the flat of his tongue as Togame swiftly held the phone away from his reach with a lazy smile.

“So what is it then?” Togame drawled, “Cause it looks like a game to me.”

Kaji fought the urge to bite down on the strawberry sucker in his mouth as he tried to relax his breathing, tempted to throw a punch at the man in front of him and start a brawl in the middle of the party— but he knew you’d kill him for ruining Tsubaki’s special day. His nose scrunched and fangs bared as his hands tightened into fists, blunt nails digging into his palms as he fought the urge to swing, “Give me the phone. Now.”

“So possessive over a phone, I can’t imagine what you must have on there,” Togame laughed, “Don’t worry I definitely don’t want to see your dick pics — but if you’ve got any photos of your girl on here I wouldn’t mind a peek. She's looking extra gorgeous tonight—”

Kaji wasn’t naive. He knew anyone in their right mind would think you were attractive. He often caught various guys from Furin talking about how pretty you were and the debauched, depraved things they’d do to you given the chance— but this was different. It was the first time he had another guy sat in front of him openly talking about the things he’d like to do to you, and somehow it made an intense fire begin to burn inside him at the thought. The fact that he had something that others coveted. 

“You wish.” Kaji sneered, but Togame had already begun to move his finger along the screen. Holding the phone in one hand as he used his index finger to draw random patterns, his eyes furrowed in concentration as he tried to decipher what he was actually achieving.

“There’s no points system?” Togame turned to Kaji perplexed, pointing to the top corner, “Candy Crush usually puts it in the top corner— here.”

“It ain’t that kind of game.” Kaji glared, but he couldn’t help glancing over at you across the room to see how you were dealing with the movements. Watching as you took another sip of your drink as Kotoha placed a hand on your forearm to ask if you were okay, already feeling yourself coming close to the edge.

“Oh?” Togame looked up from the phone screen to try and follow Kaji’s line of sight as he found you standing across the room wearing a pretty dress that had a slew of lewd thoughts running through his mind as his cock kicked beneath his baggy sweats, “Oh, so that’s why you’re always so quiet at parties huh?”

Kaji understood since Togame had befriended Sakura that he was now by an extension a friend of Furin alumni, but it didn’t mean that he found him any less annoying. 

“Yeah, so give it back.”

“Nah, I don’t think I will.” Togame smiled, “It looks like she’s enjoying it.”

And Togame was right, you did look like you were enjoying it. Your lashes fluttered as your eyes rolled, revealing the whites behind them as you bit down on your glossy bottom lip hard, trying to keep your focus on the conversation but Kaji could tell you were struggling. This was the point where he’d usually take pity on you and turn the vibrations down to a gentle hum so you could relax a little, and keep edging you until you were both alone to give you the orgasm you deserved. But the black-haired man beside him seemed to have other plans, seemingly intent on watching you come undone in a sea of people. 

“Come on— Just five minutes,” Togame continued, “What’s the rush?” 

“Fine.” Kaji glared, still facing forward as glanced to the side to see Togame’s finger still moving furiously against the screen. “But don’t let her cum.” 

“Why not?” Togame moved to rest his head against the back of the couch as he watched you carefully, “Isn’t that the point.”

“No.” Kaji spat back, tight-lipped as he crossed his arms over his chest to stop himself from fighting back. Biting the sucker in his mouth between his teeth as the candy crumbled, crunching the pieces into tiny sugary pieces as he kept the stick between his lips. Only he got to decide when you got to cum, and it definitely wouldn’t be at the hands of a guy from Shishitoren.

“Seems like a waste of time for her not to cum,” Togame hummed pensively, “Edging her all night, or overstimulating her so she squirts all over the floor? I know which one I’d pick–”

Kaji groaned low at the back of his throat at the image of you that Togame had managed to plant in his head. Picturing you standing there all pretty as pearly tears clumped in your thick lashes and a clear stream of squirt soaked through your panties and drooled down your inner thighs towards the ground. Soaking the floor as you try desperately to hide your mess as the same small toy continues to buzz inside you. 

“Would be even hotter if she was wearing jeans, though.” Togame sighed, “Watching her soak ‘em straight through–”

“How do you know so much?” Kaji knew he was older, but he hadn’t expected this out of the usually quiet and reserved man.

“If you’re asking whether I’ve done this before, I haven’t,” He laughed, “I just watch a lot of shit, I guess. Nothing has been as hot as her, though.” 

Kaji rolled his eyes at the comment. Wondering if he’d ever fucked his fist raw to the thought of you, picturing you in all those positions he watched in porn. 

“What do you think she’ll say when she realises that it's me controlling it and not you?”

“Dunno.” Kaji debated the question. 

It was never something that had come up when you’d both bought the toy. A silly impulse purchase that had been intended to spice up your romance in the bedroom, and had somehow evolved into you wearing it out and about while Kaji controlled it. But you’d never once mentioned the thought of giving someone else the power over the small vibrating bullet, wondering whether there was even anyone that you’d allow to have that control over you. 

“You don’t think she’d mind–” Togame mused, his half-lidded eyes would’ve made it appear as though he was falling asleep if it wasn’t for his finger continuing to trace messy lines.

“I’ll get her off anyway, so I’m sure she won’t mind.” Kaji spat back, uncharacteristically self-assured. He’d had you unravelling on his cock and tongue far more times than he cared to count, there was no way he’d ever let someone — especially not someone from Shishitoren — gain the upper hand. 

“Is she that easy, hm?” Togame spoke languidly as he watched the subtle way your thigh began to quiver, lips parted in a silent moan that had him swallowing thickly. 

“Don’t call her easy, asshole.” Kaji spat.

“Hey now, there’s no need to be like that.” He smiled tilting his head to the side as his cheek leaned against the back of the couch, “What colour is it?”

“What?” Kaji furrowed his brows in confusion, caught off guard by the sudden question.

“The toy– what colour is it?”

Why did that even matter? Kaji gave Togame a perplexed look, “Pink.”

“How pretty,” He grinned, “She got panties on?”

Togame asked just as Kaji had answered the first question, as though he was afraid that if he took too long to ask any more he wouldn’t get an answer at all.

“Yeah.” Kaji adjusted himself in his seat as he shifted his thighs, trying to quell the desperate throb that emanated in his pelvis as he felt his boxers drag against rough denim. Creating subtle friction that had him involuntarily rutting his hips to try and chase the sensation, picturing how much better it would feel if you were straddling his lap and grinding down on him. 

“Fuck.” Togame groaned under his breath at the answer, his finger instantly pushing the bar as high as it would go as you gasped in surprise. Dropping your plastic cup to the ground as the last dregs of alcohol pooled on the floor beneath your feet. 

It had both men on the couch imagining that the clear puddle was a pool of your slick as you began to blurt out apologies to Umemiya. 

“God, I want to ruin her.” Togame muttered beneath his breath as he kept the vibrations high, “She’s so cute.”

You glared across the room at Kaji again, the pleasure shrouding your mind meant you didn’t even notice he was no longer holding his cell phone as you felt another wave of pleasure roll through you. Dancing on the precipice of your climax as Umemiya placed a hand on the small of your back to question whether you’d like another drink, a movement that had your cheeks flushed scorching hot as you wondered whether he could feel the tiny toy vibrating wildly inside of you. It had to be on the highest setting with the way you were certain you could hear it, even over the loud music and raucous laughter. 

You smiled at Umemiya with a nod, accepting his offer for another drink as you pulled out your cell phone to text Kaji. You wanted to storm across the room and tell him it was all too much, but you weren’t even certain your legs would carry you that far. Bracing your forearms against the kitchen counter as you began to type a message. 

You[9.48PM]: Ren turn it down.

You[9:50PM]: I just spilt a drink and I almost came in front of Ume. That’s so fucking embarrassing.

“Aww, she thinks it's still you controlling it.” Togame grinned, ignoring your pleas for mercy as he showed the text chain to Kaji, allowing him to read the new messages you’d sent through. Doing the opposite of your request he instead moved his finger to turn the toy up higher, “Are you gonna tell her, or shall I?”

“Turn it off.” Kaji glared, reaching into his jeans pocket to grab a fresh lollipop as he toyed with the wrapper. Tugging it between blunt fingers he began to unravel it, shoving the plastic in his hoodie pocket as he shoved the candy into his mouth to try and stop the desire to snap at the older man. 

“Or are we gonna let her find out on her own.” Togame ignored him completely.

You[9.52PM]: I’m gonna cum.

Togame’s eyes lit up like an excited child on Christmas receiving their dream gift from Santa as he shifted his focus to where you were standing across the room. Keeping the pulses high and the speed intense as you felt as though you’d been electrocuted. The sensation was so powerful that Kaji was tempted to get off the couch and leave his phone with Togame to bend you over and pull the toy out of you but didn’t trust the man enough to not go through your private pictures in his absence. 

“Stop the toy.” Kaji glared, “You’ve had enough.”

“Aww but you said five minutes, and she’s about to cum—”

“I told you, you don’t get to make her cum.” Kaji had enough, taking advantage of Togame’s distractedness as he reclaimed his cell phone— but he wasn’t quick enough. 

The vibration setting remained high as you felt your orgasm surge through you hard and fast. Holding onto the island counter by the kitchen as you came hard, pursing your lips together to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure as euphoria took over. Your velvety walls clamped down around the buzzing toy as it pressed firm against that same spongy spot inside you, blinking back the white spots that clouded your vision as you tried to remember to breathe. 

Kaji often used the toy to tease you in public, but he rarely (if ever) allowed you to cum. The shame and embarrassment started to ebb away at you as you wondered if anyone had noticed or if anyone could hear. The vibrations were still so intense that you could feel them all the way to your clit as you squeezed your thighs together to try and quell the incessant throb that continued to jump inside you. 

And the position you were now in did little to help your predicament. Leaning over the table as the skirt of your dress began to ride up, so both men across the room could get the most perfect teasing glimpse of the curve of your ass beneath the short dress you were wearing.

“Fuck, are you sure she’s even wearing panties?” Togame grunted, shifting his position on the couch as he subtly smoothed a palm along his front to press against his crotch in a feeble attempt to alleviate the tension in his pelvis, “The toy could just slide right out, no?”

“She’s wearing ‘em,” Kaji sucked his chupa chups, “I put it in her.”

“Shit,” He groaned, “You lucky bastard.”

Kaji knew he should’ve turned the toy off there and then. Desperately close to creaming his pants as he watched you come undone in front of your closest friends, politely accepting another cup of alcohol off Umemiya as you tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. But he took enough pity on you to turn it down, letting the vibrations dull to a constant gentle pulse as you gained enough sense to try and make your way across the room to him. 

Inhaling deeply before setting off on shaky knees, gripping the plastic cup Umemiya had given you so roughly that it concave in your grip, the liquid almost spilling out and down your dress as you took a sip. 

But what you don’t expect to see when you come closer is the old number two in command of Shishitoren, Togame Jou, sitting beside him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. You havin’ fun?” Togame grinned, “Your boyfriend’s been letting me into your little secret.”

“W-what?” 

Pleasure continued to shroud your thoughts as you barely managed to sit yourself down haphazardly on Kaji’s lap as he wrapped an arm around the curve of your ass, resting his hand on your thigh as the other held the phone. 

Kaji could feel the vibrations flowing through you and resounding against his thighs. Your ass shifted on his lap as he felt you brush against his clothed, neglected cock he found himself pressing you down on him with more pressure. 

“Turn it off please.” You whimpered in his ear, and he couldn’t mask the deep, guttural groan that left his lips at how pitiful you sounded. 

“I don’t think she deserves to have it switched off yet,” Togame continued and it was then that it dawned on you. 

He knew. 

“You know what that is?”

Your shaky hand reached out to turn the toy off completely as you heaved a sigh of relief, your hand loosened against the plastic cup as you raised a shaky hand to your lips to chug some back. 

“Course I do, sweetheart.” He grinned, “Kaji over here even let me have a go, didn’t you?” 

You felt Kaji’s grip tighten against you as the realisation dawned on you that he’d let Togame control your vibrator too. 

“Didn’t think I’d be able to make you cum that hard without touching you, though.” 

“Don’t tell anyone.” You mumbled, cheeks flushed as the molten heat continued to drop through your veins like lava. 

“Don’t worry,” He smiled, “It can be our little secret.”

“I would love to see the mess I made of you, though.” Togame quickly glanced at Kaji before giving his undivided attention back to you, “Is that okay?”

It was Kaji’s comforting touch on your leg that had you slowly moving to appease both men. You instinctively began to part your thighs as emerald eyes focused on the space between your legs, clearly seeing the dark patch against your blade panties as he let out a desperate groan beneath his breath. He leaned forward to drag two of his knuckles against it as he felt how wet you were, the material of your panties catching against his skin as he watched you bite down on your bottom lip hard. 

“Is she always this wet?” He groans, asking as though you’re not even there. 

“Pretty much,” Kaji mumbled as you shifted on his lap again. Tempted to unbutton his jeans and have you sit on his cock right now, even though the room was abuzz with your closest friends.

“Shit,” Togame choked back a while, “You’re pure sin, sweetheart. Pure fucking sin.”

“You can go now,” Kaji responded bluntly, glaring across at the man.

“Now, now,” Togame drawled, “There’s no reason to be like that— especially when I made your girl cum hard, didn’t I sweetheart?”

“I knew something was up,” You mumbled, “He never turns it up that high.”

“Clearly you don’t know what you’re missing out on,” Togame laughs, loud and boisterous, “I thought I was gonna have you squirtin’ all over the kitchen floor.”

The thought alone had embarrassment blooming inside you, as you tried to ignore the way your heart rattled against your ribcage. Immediately closing your thighs as you tried to calm yourself down, your needy clit throbbing with neglect. 

“But I’m still glad I got to make you cum, pretty girl.” Togame grinned. 

You’d probably kill Kaji for this later— allowing another person to see what you were both doing when you were out in public, but first, you needed to tame the throb that was still emanating from your core as your tight hole begged to be filled with something bigger. Hopeful that Kaji would walk you home and give you everything you’d been missing as he fucks you into the shape of his cock. 

“We’re going home,” Kaji spoke as though it was a statement, not a question as he helped stand you up off the couch as he ensured your dress was fixed. 

“Wait, wait, wait. What’s the rush?” Togame droned, “I just got one more thing to ask before you go, but it’s a question for you.”

It felt intimidating the way Togame’s green eyes were watching you, almost surveying you as he pulled his head up from the back of the couch to meet your gaze. 

“He got to put that little toy in you,” Togame nods towards Kaji, “So can I be the one to take it out?”

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When Keigo said you could do whatever... he certainly didn't expect to be knelt down in front of you with a fleshlight hovering over the base of his cock and his wings trembling underneath your touch.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, bondage, wing play, sex toy (fleshlight), teasing, dirty talk, cumshot (into the toy), keigo's basically on his knees for you, fucking a fleshlight with his wings being toyed with-

a/n: need this man served to me on a silver platter, i wanna play with his wings alllll day. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

His wings stretched farther than the bed’s width, feathering out behind him as you slicked the toy with lube. Normally, he’d be on top of you– his wings enveloping you in a tight embrace as he flipped you on your tummy to take you from behind. But that afternoon, you decided you wanted to take the reins– more specifically, Keigo decided with a quiet whine instilled in his smooth voice. 

His wrists were done up behind him, underneath the span of his wings and he was on his knees with his cock bulging against his boxers. He had parted his legs to rest more comfortably against the bed, as much as he could at least with the ropes binding his ankles; the width of his thighs had you nearly in a coma. God, he was so sexy when he submitted to you every once in a while.

“Y/N, go easy on me now.” His golden eyes seared your figure, the black specks beneath them turning up as he flashed a toothy grin at you. Of course, you’d go easy on him– for now. At least, until his senses were shot and all he could do is whimper for you to let him cum. 

“I’ll go easy, sweetheart.” You took one of his feathers between your fingertips, smoothing it over lightly and he immediately keened into your touch; his eyes lazing closed with a relieved groan. Keigo shuddered as you rubbed them, plucking at them softly with quiet pants overtaking the room when you found a new feather to play with. You traced them towards the ends of the soft fluff, then decided to not tease him anymore; his cock was leaking now against the naughty gray material. 

The toy in your other hand spurred you on a little more as you let his cock free from its confines, the fleshlight practically gleaming mischievously in the sunlight that set amongst the clouds. The sunset kissed Keigo’s skin– flushed with a red tint as he looked towards the sex toy, his cock twitching. “Don’t keep me waiting, darling.” 

Right. Sinking the toy down onto his cock, a low groan escaped him and he visibly relaxed into the feeling. His hips bucked as he bottomed out within the toy, his wings fluttering a bit as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of it. 

“God, baby– want me to thrust into it?” Keigo breathed out, opening his eyes slightly to gaze down at the fleshlight… and your hand that grasped it. He didn’t need you to answer his question– of course he was going to fuck into the toy without much thinking, whether or not you let him.

You didn’t even have to move the toy for him, his knees bracing the bed the best they could as he rolled his hips straight into the tight silicone of the toy. It squeezed around him just right, a choked gasp escaping him as he slid into it with pleasure scaling up towards his wings. Keigo jolted as you felt up his feathers, fluffing them towards you with a tremble and a quiet ‘yesss, right there–’ falling from his lips.

His entire body ached with desperation down as he fucked himself into the toy with fervor, his half-lidded eyes stuck on you as you gave a small smile. You had him wrapped around your finger, playing with his feathers and his cock– he couldn’t help but spill into the fleshlight without any warning. He threw his head back as he arched, his wings expanding their full length with a quiver as he came in the toy with a heaved moan. 

The next time you had him pinned to the bed, his wings were first on your list to tamper with.

[magpiepills]

Make Me

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Lucien Flores x f reader

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: Lucien shows up uninvited to your party

Warnings: SMUT, PWP, oral- f receiving, spitting, masturbation, degradation, toys, cum play, infidelity, etc., etc., so on and so forth. Unedited, unbetad, unplanned. Ignore the mistakes. Many thanks and lots of love to anyone who reads!

A word from the author:

Just cause @youandmeand5bucks told me to do it based on this post- https://www.tumblr.com/thedarkoneinthenight/708428300619513857/cum-on-her-favorite-dildo-and-make-her-fuck

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Stupid heels. You never wear this pair. They’re tall, strappy, absolutely gorgeous and they hurt like hell. “bedroom heels” is what your husband calls them. But they looked so good with your dress, they matched the shade of red perfectly, and you wanted to look good at this party. It was the first one in your new house, the biggest you’ve ever thrown, your husband's new colleagues, some of the new neighbors, old friends from college. You really needed it to go off without a hitch.

You made it a solid 90 minutes in the heels. Rather than hobble around in pain, you left the party and slipped up the stairs to your bedroom to change. Flats would work just fine. You’re feeling a floaty tequila buzz anyway.

You could hear the din of music and laughter and voices and glasses clinking from upstairs. It was a good party. In your rush to get back to the crowd, you didn’t notice the dim light seeping under the door.

Pushing it open, you gasped. You didn’t recognize the tall figure standing by your bed, silhouetted in lamplight. He turned at the sound, and you stared into his eyes, unable to speak.

It’s been two years, since you saw him, now your ex, Lucien, is standing in your bedroom, uninvited.

“Lucien? Why are you here? Why are you in my bedroom?” Your voice raised with each confused question.

He looked at you, eyes licking you head to toe.

“I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d say hello to an old friend.” His eyes shone even in the low light.

“You can’t be here, Lucien. My husband’s downstairs. You shouldn’t be in here. Please.”

Lucien nodded, he scoffed and dropped his head. It was that moment when you saw what he held in his hand. The familiar purple silicone, the smooth shape of your vibrator.

He was smirking when your eyes snapped up to his.

“You still keep it in the same place. Right where you can reach it. Are you using it a lot?”

You stammered, your face hot at the sight of him holding your toy. You hated him. His face, his audacity, his entitlement, the gin on his breath and the tingle in your belly you felt at the presumptuousness of his questions. He still held your vibrator.

“Put that down. Really, Lucien. You can’t do this. You can’t show up here.” You begged him.

“Why?” He took a step closer to you. “You don’t like it?”

You shook your head, well aware of the peril you were in. Lucien was an addiction. You kicked him. You beat him. You moved on with your life until he showed up to give you another slow drag of him.

“I think you like it a lot. I think you’re already wet. Let me see if I’m right.” Another step closer, and you closed your eyes.

“Please.” It was no use to plead. He came closer, until he could run his fingertip from your bottom lip down your chest, between your breasts, down your belly, slowly, slowly pressing in when he got to your pussy, pushing the fabric in to trace his finger between your thighs. He continued down to the hem of your dress, then back up, underneath the fabric this time, up, up your thighs, slowing to a maddening drag until he reached the apex of your thighs again.

There, he cupped your cunt, finding it bare under your dress. A choice you either regretted or were glad of, you weren't certain.

“Like a waterfall.” He grinned.

His kiss was greedy, entitled, and deep. His tongue slid against yours and his rough hand found your clit, circling it, stroking it firmly until you were rocking your hips. He humiliated you with your neediness, how easily you fell. How easily you spread out on the bed while he locked the door.

Lucien ate you messily. He buried his face in your cunt and slurped at you. His lips and tongue against your slick folds felt electric, and when he took them away you whined and reached for him. He was out of your reach and unbuttoning his pants, still holding your pink toy.

“Scoot up.” He motioned you further up the bed and followed you, kneeling between your spread eagle legs. He took his cock in his hand, and with the other he clicked your vibrator on. He slipped it against your glistening pussy before zeroing back in on your throbbing clit.

“Luc,” you cried “don’t tease.”

“I’m not going to fuck you. You’re married. Your husband’s downstairs. What kind of whore let’s her ex fuck her in her husband’s bed?”

He held the buzzing toy to your clit and stroked himself.

“Come here. Spit on it.” He pulled you up to him and you let your saliva drip onto his cock. It was so pretty. His foreskin, the veins, the blushing thick head, shiny with your spit. He stopped you with a fist in your hair before you could get your lips around his cock.

“No cocksucking either. Even though I know how much you love it. Lay down and squeeze your tits for me.”

When you were under his spell like this there was no argument. You laid back and licked the pads of your fingers before swirling them around your hardened nipples.

Your ex boyfriend loomed over you, playing with your pussy, stroking his cock, relishing in your obedience. He didn’t speak to you except to grunt “yeah, like that,” or “fuck, baby,” and finally a moan as he came, directing his seed to spill over the shaft of your vibrator, a few drops landing on your puffy, unsatisfied cunt.

As he caught his breath, Lucien admired his work. He turned the vibrator, letting cum drip down the length of it and around both sides, holding it up to show you, teasing the tip against your hungry lips but giving you barely a taste.

“Want to come?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Want you to make me come Lucien.” It came out whiny and impudent.

He hummed, rubbing his hand over your stomach and hips with his fingers spread wide. He took his time, in no hurry to give you your release. Happy to let you squirm a few moments before filling your cunt with the cum-coated toy in one sudden motion. He twisted it as he pulled it out and pushed it in, fucking his cum into you. He spread your lips with his thumb and index finger to watch how you took the fake dick.

“You going to come with all my cum inside you? Does it feel good?”

You moaned and rocked your hips, imagining it was his cock spearing you open. If it were bigger maybe you could be convinced. You remembered his weight in top of you, holding you down while he took what he wanted, fucking you hard and deep, leaving you sore.

With his thumb mercifully on your clit, you drew closer to release. He urged you on, telling you how bad you’re being, what a slut for him, always a slut. Nobody would ever keep your cunt from him, he promised you.

In the throes of your climax, body right and hot, he purrs. “What if you get pregnant?” He taunted, "Are you going to tell your husband it’s his?” It was an empty threat, you knew he got a vasectomy years ago.

He loved to torment you like this, to remind you you were his, that he had a proprietary claim on your body and mind. That no matter where you went he could find you and fuck you, that you’d always let him because he was the only one who could make you feel like this.

Lucien didn’t linger. He zipped up, kissed you once more, and slipped away quietly, leaving you alone with the discarded vibrator and his taste on your lips.

[fungateshortcakes]

omg… my brain… it’s too HORNY…

bc i just read ur pegging logan fic and my first thought was “omg how would he feel ab a ribbed/bad dragon dildo” 😵‍💫😵‍💫

u do not have to write anything for this if u don’t wanna i just need someone to hear me out on this 👀 bc i know he’d whimper every time one of the little bumps hits a good spot in him 😫😫 AUGH IM GOING INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE

YEEEEESSS I'VE BEEN SAYING THIS OFC I WILL WRITE SOMETHING

call me insane but I just spent the last hour browsing through the bad dragon website to look for some XL dildos Logan would go for because they are extra textured

So here is a short list of bad dragon toys I found if anyone wants to search up what they look like before we start with the real fun part

Slater the stone wyvern (extra large)

Reggie the mothman (extra large)

Flint the uncut studded dragon (extra large)

Abyss the Kaiju King (extra large)

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

So, we can all agree that Logan likes his toys big. Like extra extra large. Of course he started out smaller but with time, he managed to take bigger and bigger toys, larger in length and thicker in girth. It would be a great accomplishment for him if he was able to sink down just a bit further every time he tried out a new and bigger toy.

Doing this was one of his greatest pleasures. After an especially hard mission he was longing to unwind with a fat cock stretching him open. He loves it so much, he is such a slut for monster cock. Sometimes you'd arrive a bit late to your shared bedroom and find Logan on your bed, three fingers plunged into his sopping hole as he eagerly prepped himself. His fingers weren't enough, never enough. They couldn't sooth that ache deep within him, the primal need to be full and stretched and stuffed. He let out a sigh of relief the second a girthy, phat dick would slip right past his tight ring of muscle and settle deep in his tummy until there was a bulge there. He just sobs out in ecstasy and lets himself completely surrender to the pleasure rocking his body with every thrust.

You will know when the bumps hit these sensitive spots inside him because he will arch his back, the curve of his spine perfectly visible as he starts to beg. "Fuck....mhmnn yes, right there. Right there please, keep going"

The schlickschlickschlick sound that could be heard every time his hole gripped the bumps and ridges on the toy tight when it was pulled out made him shiver. The dildo was nicely glistening with fake cum lube, spit and his arousal. Your eyes were trained on where the silicone cock disappeared inside of him and the way his hole fitted over the textured surface.

"You get fucked like this every damn day like the insatable bitch you are until you're gaping. And you're still so tight every time"

Logan loveslovesloves textured dildos so much. Not that he doesn't use the smooth ones at all, it depends in what mood he is in. But most of the time he wants to feel the bumps, ridges, lines and dents against his aching walls and feel every slight texture fucking him open and abusing his sweet spot. You knew exactly which angle you needed to fuck him to hit his arousal swollen prostate with precision.

"Mmm,yeah fuck, milk me dry" he mewls out, his cock throbbing lewdly against the bulge on his tummy, leaking all over the sheets. He gets so cute and whiny like this. He makes sounds no one would think were possible coming from him. His face is flushed and squished against the pillows, tears staining his cheeks, his eyes rolling back. Spit in his mouth please.

He wants you to keep fucking him even after he came multiple times because it's just that good.

When you aren't there to fuck him for whatever reason, he gets so needy. Of course he can ride the toys but that's just not the same as you pounding him from behind and slut shaming him. And his legs gave out pretty fast. So the fucking machine you bought him was the best present ever. When you were gone, he could still get fucked by any monster cock he desired and for as long as he wanted. It still didn't come close to you but it was good enough.

Sometimes you used the fucking machine even though you were here, controlling the speed and roughness of the thrusts to drive him mad.

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Self indulgent but … thanksgiving w a gf who loves the holidays but doesn’t have family or friends to spend them with ?

This is really small and super quick, I hope you enjoy it! I do hope you have a wonderful day! (Also went ahead and incorporated two things I made today just because my mind is too lazy to think of anything else. If you don’t like them, womp womp/jk Pretend Gotham War dosent exist)

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Time written - 8:09 p.m

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“You sure I’m not invading in on their celebration?” You vocalize your concern for about the fiftieth time after smoothing out your final layer of fluffy, whipped concoction for your dessert dish.

“If anything, Alfred will appreciate one less dessert to make.” Jason responds, casually leaning across the countertop across from you, watching you work your magic on making one of your miracle dishes. While you didn’t necessarily have to bring a dessert, you insisted as a show of good faith.

“It’ll give the old man a reason to sit down for once,” Jason adds, referring to Alfred’s insistence upon waiting by everyone until they got full plates and thoroughly enjoyed a majority of their meals.

You kept asking the same question, just with different rephrasing of words. You were nervous, Jason could see that by the way you smoothed the silicone spatula over the top of your dessert for the tenth time, insisting perfection on something that already tasted heavenly.

Jason would know. He’s always your designated taste tester.

You went above and beyond with everything you did; Making your own whipped cream, using Madagascar vanilla beans, making your own pudding base from scratch.

“Babe.”

“Hm?” You respond with a concentrated stare on your dish.

“Look at me real quick.”

You spare a short glance up at him, putting up a sweet front of a smile. “What? I’m almost done, Jay.”

“I know,” Jason curts. “I’m sure they’ll love it.”

You nod, swallowing before focusing again on the top of your dish. You picked up the recipe from an online blog article about three years ago; an upgrade on a traditional banana pudding using heavy cream and expensive flavoring, the dessert reeking of pure holiday that had to be shared with the rest of the world.

“Are you sure this looks okay?” You ask, feeling like the top of the dessert needed a lot more than wafer cookies and bananas. Nuts? Caramel drizzle?

“It looks great,” Jason insists, approaching your side of the counter, settling his hand along your hip. “Scratch that. It looks delicious, incredible, mouthwatering. All the good words, sweetheart.”

You can’t help but smile, your cheeks warming with his compliments. Raising your whipped cream spoon to his mouth, you tap his bottom lip before giving him a kiss, hearing his muffled chuckle shortly after.

“Decadent,” He adds, licking his bottom lip of any remaining, perfectly sweet cream. “Perfect. Believe me, Dick and Alfred will never see any banana pudding the same way again.”

You could only hope so, giving him another smile. You liked making this dish, bringing it to your work during little dinner parties. The loudest compliment was a dish scraped empty, yet no one ever asked for the recipe. No one wondered who made it, no one really asked.

“You sure it looks perfect?” Again, your doubts can’t help but have you repeat your broken vinyl record. “I want it to be perfect.”

“It is perfect,” Jason gently reassures with firm sentiment, giving your cheek a soft squeeze. You set your mind to something, you keep at it until you’re perfectly satisfied. As stubborn as it makes you, you always try above your best.

This was your first official gathering with the entirety of Jason’s family. It wasn’t your first, as you’ve been over a few times before for pizza and burgers for movie nights, but never with every single Bat related member at a large, ornately decorated table in an extravagant dining room.

Especially, never with Bruce. Not until tonight, where they’d have a little private event to themselves at the manor. A rare occasion where masks and secret identities weren’t needed. Sometimes, criminal behaviors didn’t allow them a break, so this was truly a treat.

Dick could be himself, fussing over preferences of pumpkin and sweet potato to an annoyed Tim. Babs would scoff her amusement while recording them to show off during Christmas, and the rest would gawk or scoff, chatting amongst themselves or listening in on such a boisterous conversation.

This time, the special guest would be you; the girl Red Hood was sweet on long before you knew his name, becoming the sole guardian of every important identity of the Wayne family.

“Trust me. They invited you, it’ll just be us. It was a big vote with no one opposing.”

Those words brought a more comforting, genuine smile to your face, one Jason could tell was more truthful. Holidays were joyfully dreadful to spend alone in an empty home, the promise of a manor full of friendly faces happy to see you, happy to spend time with you and incorporate you into a tradition you desperately craved was a godsend. It felt too good to be true.

The best part of it all was how much Jason understood. He didn’t celebrate these kinds of holidays when he was a child. No foster family, or even his own mother, could spare enough money to provide grand meals and hours of spending time with people you care for.

It took him a long time to get used to it, he wanted that for you as well. You deserved it after all, they all liked you in their own unique way.

“I’m sure a solid nine out of ten attendants will enjoy those sugar cookie martinis,” Jason murmurs while adjusting a few strands of your hair, reminding you of the one underage family member that ‘tolerated’ your presence.

“Do they got a full stock of vanilla vodka?”

“Course they do. Personally know Bruce has a ton of amaretto.”

“‘Personally?’”

“All those bottles for our dates, babe. Grabbed them all from somewhere.”

[cameronspecial]

I was wondering if you could do dad drew based of this video https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6Z8HtbA6MA/?igsh=MXdsc2hwdzFxd2c3Ng== idk if you still take requests tho but I hope you do cause I love your dad drew series 🫶🏼🫶🏼💗💗

Baby Whisperer

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: Feel Inadequate As A Father

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K

A/N: I saw this reel before you requested it and it was so cute! Thank you for requesting it!

Masterlist

Sometimes it’s like babies speak a different language. This became even more clear to Drew when his baby girl began to speak. Drew remembers the first time he was able to understand Joy’s babble clearly. Her first word. Dada. However, since the milestone, not all words were coherent to the actor. 

Drew lies on the stomach on the floor in front of Joy. She sits upright with a pillow behind her to provide comfort. Her pudgy hands grip the blocks and she brings them to the box with different shape holes at the top. She plops the toy into the correct hole. “Yay,” Drew cheers, clapping in celebration. The unexcited reaction from the toddler tells the father it is time to move on from the activity. He sits up and brings her onto his lap. She stares up at him, wondering why he stopped their game. “Hmm, you are bored. Aren’t you?” he questions. “What do you want to do?” Silence falls over them. The look in her eyes shows the gears are turning in her mind. “Pack!” she exclaims with elation. Drew’s brows meet at a point, “Pack? What do you want to pack, Baby?” 

She repeats her words, “Pack!” “Do you want a backpack?” he tries. The confusion on her father’s face begins to frustrate her. “Pack. Pack,” she whines. Her tiny fist kneads at his shirt. 

The high-pitched cries of her daughter summons Y/N to the living room. “Hey, what’s wrong?” she inquires. Her footsteps carry her in front of her little family and she rests her hand at the bottom of her dad’s back. Her husband looks at her with matching distraught to their daughter. “She’s trying to tell me something and I can’t understand her.” Y/N nods, “Go on, Baby.” Joy calms her tears. “Pack.” Her voice is small, fearful her mother isn’t going to understand her. “Pack.” It takes the mother a second to process the information. “Ohhh, Snack Pack. You want pudding, Baby?” 

Relief flashes over the girl's face and she nods vigorously. “Pack! Pack!” Both parents look at each other with understanding. “Okay, Baby. Let’s go get you some pudding,” Drew announces, dancing his way into the kitchen with his baby girl in his arms. 

The couple gets their daughter settled with her snack. She sits in her high chair and her father is in front of her, spoon-feeding her the dessert. The silicone tip of the rounded utensil follows the cover of the baby’s bottom lip to scoop the excess pudding into her mouth. As she chews the food, Drew puts the spoon down and smooths back her growing hair. “It’s so cute how satisfied she is with the pudding.” Y/N smiles at them, “It is. I think it might be her new favourite snack. I mean, did you see how angry she was getting when we couldn’t understand her.” Drew frowns, “Not we. When I couldn’t understand her. You swooped in and were a baby translator.”

“What’s wrong, Drew?” 

“I’m her father. I’m supposed to be able to help her and I didn’t even know what she was saying. I failed her.” 

Pain pangs through her heart and she places her palm on top of his hand. “You didn’t fail her. You may not understand her verbal expressions yet, but I know you can read her non-verbal ones just like one of your scripts.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could hear you guys from the other room, Drew. You guys were playing with the blocks and then you randomly asked her if she was bored. She didn’t cry or express it verbally. I know you saw that she wasn’t excited anymore so you switched tracks. A father who failed their daughter wouldn’t have noticed her boredom.”

Her words don’t fall on unlistening ears and he flips his hands so they hold onto each other. He gives her a small smile, leaning in for a kiss. “Thank you. I think you might be a Drew Whisperer too.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

[hurriane23456]

Trading Spurs for Sneakers

Tyler and James had always thrived on their shared sense of adventure, but this time, they were about to push the limits in a way they had never done before. When Tyler invited James to stay with him for the week, they came up with a challenge: not only would they swap clothes, but they’d wear full-body silicone suits that made them look exactly like each other. They’d go out in public as each other, and for the entire trip, they would live in each other’s skin—literally.

Tyler’s style was straight out of a western catalog. His wardrobe was filled with rugged denim, thick leather boots, and plaid shirts, all carrying the earthy scent of the outdoors. James, on the other hand, was all about streetwear. His clothes were sleek and oversized—designer hoodies, joggers, and fresh sneakers that gave off an urban, stylish vibe. The idea of stepping into each other’s style was thrilling enough, but the bodysuits took it to another level.

When James arrived, Tyler showed him the silicone suits. They were disturbingly lifelike, each one a perfect replica of the other, right down to the tiniest details—skin texture, hair, even the faint freckles on Tyler’s arms. The suits were smooth, soft silicone that would cover them completely, with zippers running down the back, meaning they’d need to help each other into their new bodies. Attached to the suits were masks, just as detailed, transforming them from head to toe.

“So, you ready to become me for the next few days?” Tyler asked with a grin, holding up James’s suit.

James ran his hand over the suit’s smooth surface, already feeling a shiver of excitement. “Only if you’re ready to rock some streetwear,” he teased back.

They headed to the bedroom, and that’s when things got interesting. Tyler helped James first. He unzipped the back of his own silicone replica, and James stepped inside, sliding his legs into the suit. The silicone was cool against his skin at first, but it stretched perfectly, molding to his body like a second skin. As Tyler pulled the suit up, James slipped his arms into the sleeves, feeling the soft material hugging his muscles, creating the illusion of Tyler’s broad, rugged physique. Tyler tugged the mask over James’s head, adjusting it carefully so the silicone fit snugly over his face. The cool sensation of the mask pressing down, forming around his nose, cheeks, and forehead, was strangely comforting.

When Tyler zipped up the back, James couldn’t help but admire the feeling of the suit fitting him perfectly. It wasn’t just wearing Tyler’s skin—it *felt* like Tyler’s body. Every movement was smooth, every gesture natural. His hands, now Tyler’s rough, calloused hands, flexed as he stared at the mirror. It was like he had become his friend, in every possible way.

“Your turn,” James said, voice altered slightly to sound like Tyler’s.

Tyler grinned and stepped into James’s bodysuit. The experience was just as surreal for him. The silicone slid smoothly over his legs, pulling snugly against his skin, transforming his usually broader build into James’s slimmer, leaner form. Tyler could feel the cool material warming up as it molded to him, turning him into an uncanny replica of James. When James tugged the mask over Tyler’s face, the sensation of the silicone wrapping around his head was exhilarating. The mask fit like a glove, sealing him into James’s identity.

Tyler moved in front of the mirror, marveling at the transformation. His own reflection was gone, replaced by James’s face, his tattoos, and his slim frame. The bodysuit moved fluidly with him, and he could feel every part of the suit stretching and flexing like real skin. It wasn’t just a costume—it felt *real*.

“Man, I think I could get used to this,” Tyler said, his voice now identical to James’s.

James laughed, admiring how weird and amazing it felt to see Tyler’s face reflected back at him. “Same. This is wild.”

Next came the clothes. James reached into Tyler’s closet, pulling out a pair of well-worn jeans. They were thick, stiff, and smelled faintly of leather and dirt. He slid them up his legs, the denim feeling tight and rugged, a stark contrast to the soft joggers he was used to. The jeans clung to him in a way that made him feel powerful, like the sturdy fabric was wrapping him in strength. He fastened the heavy belt with its oversized buckle, feeling the weight of it pressing against his stomach. Next came the plaid shirt. The material was rougher than anything he usually wore, but it felt good as he buttoned it up, the tight fit making him feel more grounded, more solid. The cowboy boots were the final touch. As he slid his feet into them, he felt a satisfying firmness, the boots hugging his feet in a way that made every step feel strong and deliberate.

Tyler, meanwhile, was having the opposite experience. He pulled on James’s oversized hoodie, and it felt like slipping into a cloud. The fabric was soft, almost silky, and it pooled around his body in an effortless way. The joggers came next, sliding over his legs like butter, loose and relaxed. He pulled on a pair of James’s sneakers—lightweight and cushioned, like he was walking on air. The sensation was completely different from the structured feel of his boots, but it was freeing in a way he hadn’t expected.

Dressed in each other’s clothes, they both admired themselves in the mirror, reveling in the strange thrill of looking and feeling like someone else. It was more than just a swap—it was like stepping into each other’s lives, fully embracing the new persona.

Now it was time to go out. They headed into town, each fully committed to their roles. Tyler, now dressed in James’s streetwear, strolled down the sidewalk with a casual swagger, loving the way the loose hoodie swayed with his movements. The soft material brushed against his skin, a constant reminder of the freedom and ease of James’s style. It made him feel relaxed, like he could blend into the city’s energy without trying.

James, on the other hand, was adjusting to the ruggedness of Tyler’s outfit. The jeans were stiff but in a comforting way, like they were made for hard work and adventure. Every step in the cowboy boots felt strong, as if they grounded him with each clomp on the pavement. The belt buckle pressed firmly against his waist, a constant weight that made him feel solid and secure. The plaid shirt hugged his shoulders in a way that gave him a sense of confidence he didn’t usually feel in his streetwear. As they walked, he felt powerful, like he was embodying the spirit of Tyler’s lifestyle.

They hit the streets, walking into coffee shops, browsing stores, and even stopping at a park. Everywhere they went, they marveled at how natural it felt to be each other. Tyler loved the lightness and ease of James’s clothes, the way the hoodie made him feel like he was gliding through the day without a care. James, meanwhile, relished the weight and structure of Tyler’s outfit, feeling every bit the part of a rugged cowboy.

As the day wore on, the bodysuits felt less like costumes and more like their real bodies. The silicone had warmed to their skin, moving naturally with every gesture. The masks clung comfortably, fitting so snugly that they forgot they were even wearing them. There was something liberating about the whole experience—the idea of fully stepping into someone else’s shoes, literally living as the other person for a day.

By the time they returned home that evening, they were laughing, still fully enjoying their swapped identities. They helped each other out of the suits, peeling the silicone away, but even as they returned to their own bodies, they both knew they’d never forget the thrill of being someone else.

“That was insane,” Tyler said, wiping sweat from his brow, but still smiling. “I think I could do that all week.”

James grinned, tossing the bodysuit aside. “Same. Let’s do it again tomorrow.”

[bitchlessdino]

ignorance can be bliss (m)

Pairing: seungkwan x afab!reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 1.3k

tags: porn wo plot, roommate's friend!seungkwan, use of vibrating sex toys, heavy degradation, slight praise kink, exhibitionism and voyeurism, unprotected sex, cum eating (swallowing), mentions face sitting

author note: it's been a while i wrote a pwp and i really thought this after some -- ahem -- irl events. thought it should have its moment lol. Don’t ask why I posted this in the middle of my work day.

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @cuntdino

You thought you were alone. You could’ve sworn that your roommate said he’d be out with friends. You didn’t hear the several people that entered your apartment while you were enjoying the company of solitude.

Your package had gotten in the mail and you were very excited to enjoy your new investment for the first time. Day-long battery life, five sucking modes, ten vibration frequencies, and beautifully wrapped in perfect purple silicone. 

Just as expected, it had your stomach clenching, your heart pounding, your pussy throbbing. And you thought you had it all to yourself. The apartment should’ve been empty outside of yourself and your new source of entertainment.

“S-shit…”

Your eyes were screwed shut, one hand keeping the toy in as the other teased your nipples stiff from the room’s draft and the arousal sweeping throughout your body. Your thighs tensed up in frustration, arching your back in desperation as sweat is glossing the hair on your forehead as your cries of anguish fill the air.

You were so lost in arousal, you didn’t hear the uninvited guest entering your room to announce the movie night occurring. You don’t see the pure shock conveyed in his eyes only for them to shift to thick lust permeating throughout the vessel of his arousal that stayed trapped in his layer of poly-cotton blend sweatpants. All he could do was watch, mediating the war in his body, and wait for you to notice so he could regain his sanity and walk out that door already.

Instead, he said your name, only momentarily gaining your attention as you lifted up your head before you proceeded back to focusing back on the task at hand. He scoffed, leaning against the door after closing it. “You’re really going to ignore me?”

You let out a weak moan in response. 

“Hey. Answer me properly, will you?” You heard the door lock with a click. “You’re testing my patience.”

You continued to ignore his nagging, especially finding yourself so close to your personal finish line. Your legs lifted up from the mattress, curling your toes as the device pulses at a higher speed than before. You whimper at the sensation, trying to swallow down the ache caught in your throat.

“Fuck,” Seungkwan whispered, back sealed firm against the solid surface behind him as his hand inched closer to his waistband. “Gonna cum right there in front of me and not give a fuck I’m here? Fine.”

He slowly approached you, his clothed

figure towering over your nude one. “You’re gonna act like a needy slut? I’ll watch since it doesn’t make a difference, right?”

His weight dipped into the bed, your body instinctively rolling in his direction. He softly moaned, hand landing and gripping the sheets inches away from you. Your eyes, creased in lewd fatigue, stared back at him. He glanced down at the glistening heat oozing out of that sopping cunt of yours. Temptation calls him, commanding he pressed his fingers through your slick folds that were dying to have his cock slip right through. “Look at that gorgeous pussy.”

Your hips made a sharp jerk, biting back the moan that threatened to leave. He’s quick to notice, “You’re so pretty like this, fuck…”

His hand inched closer to you, seeing no protest as he claimed your breast, tenderly squeezing. The heat of his smooth palm stimulated the sensitivity of your nipple, soon pinching and rolling them between his digits. You mumbled nonsense, unclenching from your other breast only for him to quickly take your hand’s place. He seated himself behind you, drinking in your body as his plump lips pressed against the curves of your face.

“Look at you. You’re such a good little slut. Such a good, pretty little slut. You were just begging someone to fuck you, hmm?”

You nodded, glancing back at him. “So bad…”

His hands balled fists around your flesh, his teeth grazing the skin of your neck before he’s biting down. You whimpered at the pain, pussy pulsing around the silicone. “Kwan…”

“Now you remember my name.” His chuckles tickled the back of your neck, making your hairs stand. “I’m flattered. Whore.”

A gasp expelled from you, only to have Seungkwan inhale it. His lips moved against you so languidly and deep, you could swear live butterflies occupied your stomach. Your body crunched up, your voice suppressed beneath his lips, hand pawing up at his arm.

“What? You want me to help?” 

You nodded back against his lips.

“How should I do that?”

You whine, nails digging into his arm, “Fuck me, Kwan, please…”

“You’re so polite when you want something.” He chuckled before undressing, his cock that had been angry and pulsing in his pants finally released from its restraints. 

Your toy stayed where it was, its vibrations strong and numbingly delicious, waiting for Seungkwan’s lead. He pries you from your toy, utilizing its suction while he eases himself inside. The initial shocking sensation of the toy causes him to stumble but it melted into pleasure, your fluttering walls clenching around him against its alluring hun. “Fuck…”

“Mm, move…”

“So. Fucking. Needy.” Seungkwan thrusted into you at a practiced pace, pushing himself and the toy deeper inside you. “Take. My. Cock. Fucking. Whore.”

You only knew Seungkwan through your roommate and your relationship was anything but acquaintanceship, at least until now. The last thing you expected was his cock to be drilled inside you like his life depends on it. And you certainly didn’t expect to enjoy it more than the highly functional toy you bought.

Eventually, he turned it off and tossed it aside, using the pad of his thumb to tease against the swollen sensitivity. You thrashed at his wrath, screaming his name with your whole heart and soul, while his fingers dug into your hips as he manually slammed you against him.

You threw your head back into bed, whining at a glass-shattering pitch before his entire length was coated in your release, jerking back into him like an animal in heat. “Yes. Like that. Cum. Cum all over my cock like my good little cum slut. That’s it, slut.”

You took every inch with grace as obscenities left his lips, announcing the arrival of his climax seconds before it pours. He pulled out of you in harsh retrieval before lifting your head up and pumping his cock toward your lips. You stretched your mouth open until it was a sufficient size before the curve of his head fell flat on your tongue, the milky white of his cum depositing inside. Your weak hand held over his grasp, following his strokes, and you closed your lips around him. His nectar. His sweetness. You milked him dry.

“That’s it, take me cum. Just like that. Good job.”

He helped you up, and laid your naked body rest on your bed frame, watching the heave of your chest as you tried consuming the oxygen necessary to breathe. Seungkwan sat next to you and rested just the same as you, moving damp stray hairs away from your face, mumbling about the events going on outside these walls. All you do is nod back, catching your breath, and the man—equally as tired—looked over at you in concern.

“You doing ok?”

“I will be. I think.”

Seungkwan smiled seeing you smile and your head landed against his reliable shoulders. Unable to help himself, his lips reunited with yours, this time slow and thorough, tasting every corner and crevice. “It’s sweet.”

“My lips?” You asked amused.

“My cum in your mouth.”

“I…” You weren’t sure how to respond to that before he interrupted you with more kissing, rendering just almost speechless. His kisses, more needy and passionate, stirred something inside you once again. You had just a bit of willpower to pull back, already breathless. “What about everyone out there?”

“They’re watching Infinity War, they won’t even notice we’re not there until they have to put on End Game.”

“And then what?”

He revealed a cheeky smile. “Guess I’ll have to break the news that I slept with Vernon’s roommate. Twice…At least.”

“You aren’t worried about missing the movie?”

“The movie’s have been out for five years. I won’t miss any. Just worry about sitting your pretty pussy on my face.”

[the-californicationist]

he teaches you new tricks

John Price convinces you to try using a butt plug for the first time, letting you use his ass for practice. It has definitely awakened something in you, and you're ready for more…

Warning: butt stuff, obviously.

It started innocently at first, fumbling and awkward, in the dark. John came home from deployment one day, ravenous and hungry, fingering you through the open leg of your pajama shorts, aiming for your sweet cunt. But, with a gasp from you and a gasp from him, he realized that he missed and landed his digits in a different destination. Your body’s response had been instinctual, and completely out of your control. Certainly the ragged moan he coaxed from your mouth by his accidental caress was not planned. It excited him, that much was obvious, and you discovered, as your mind processed the feelings stirring in your body, it excited you, too.

After that, he’d find excuses to lick you lower and lower, abandoning your pussy in favor of the tight bridge between your holes, even daring to flick his long tongue into what was previously a forgotten or even forbidden territory. Where you would have moved your hips out of his reach before, now you remained pliantly still, waiting for him to push his luck. Egging him on with your submission. When he grabbed your ass, his fingers would pull the cheek away just to reveal your asshole to him, thumbing it gently as he fucked you from behind, and you could feel him looking at it with a novel interest. 

It wasn’t the first time you’d been asked to consider anal sex. Price was not your first lover, but he was the first one who stood any chance of gleaning a positive response to the age-old query. He tested the waters one night while he railed inside of you, taking himself to the brink of pleasure, impairing his own judgment in a fog of bliss, nearly begging,

“You wanna try it out, love? Hm? You like my finger in there, now, dontcha?”

Your anguished cries were not a no, but they were not enough of a yes.

Later, after the fireworks died down, you lay against him, sweaty and sated, and looked up at him, musing,

“You’re so big, though…”

“Hmm?”

“Might be too much.”

“What are you sayin’, love?”

“You wanted to try anal, you said,” your voice was barely above a whisper, resonating in the hollow against his chest.

There was a long pause, and then, a smiling response through pleased sighs,

“Only if you want to. I’m more than happy as it is, clearly.”

“Would it hurt?” You asked. 

“No,” he shook his head confidently, “Shouldn’t hurt. Feels different, though.”

“We could try it,” you pushed your offering out into the quiet between you. 

He sighed,

“Don’t be doin’ this for my benefit. I told you, love, I’m not -”

“No,” you sat firm in your choice, “I wanna try. I don’t know…well, I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Tha’s okay. I’ll show ya, and hey -” he lifted your chin to look at him, gazing down at you with full sincerity, “We can stop anytime. Say it.”

You smiled, recognizing his tone,

“We can stop anytime.”

John cuddled you closer to him, wrapping his body around yours and pulling up the sheet, growling approvingly in your ear,

“Good girl.”

“How much should I put?” You asked, staring at the back of the bottle of lube, reading the vague instructions. 

“Here,” he took it from you and showed you the little pearl of clear liquid on his fingers. 

You handed him the smooth, silicone plug he’d brought home. He showed you the different sizes, the smallest being smaller than his finger - which you rejected - and the medium, and then the large. None of them had been too terribly intimidating. Price had been very serious about informing you of the dangers of not having a “flared base��, extolling the virtues of the T-shaped base he’d selected, touting its comfort and security. 

He rubbed the largest plug with the lube before reaching around and rubbing himself between his cheeks. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, not entirely sure what you were witnessing. 

“Want you to practice putting it in, so…” he smirked, blushing a bit from his finger’s ministrations, “You can use me to see how it goes.”

“W-w-what? Are you serious? You would do that for me?” You were positively aghast at his lack of boundaries. 

You had never expected any man in your life to be so free from society's Puritanical norms that he would even allow you to witness his asshole, much less put a butt plug into it - and not just for pleasure, but to educate you? You froze like a deer trapped in headlights, unable to proceed. 

“You don’t have to. You should feel the pressure, though, and see it happening. Makes it less scary, I think,” he held his hands up, not wanting to make you do anything you weren’t on board with. 

You shook your head, snapping out of your surprise,

“No, it’s okay. I just didn’t expect you to be okay with that.”

“I’m asking you to do it, so I should be able to do it, right?” He chuckled, kissing your forehead, rubbing his naked body against yours, turning you on again. 

John lay down on the edge of the bed, flat on his back, and spread his legs for you, hanging his muscular ass off of the side, rubbing his cock a bit for comfort and because he was getting obviously excited. His expressions during this whole ordeal had been positively boyish, full of bright anticipation. The novelty of taking your anal virginity fueled his giddy joy. 

You knelt between his legs, aiming the tip of the plug at his shining asshole, watching him thrust his hand against his hardening length erotically. Carefully, and too slowly, you touched the plug to his dark hole, surrounded by his curly, thick hair, using your other hand to lift his heavy balls out of the way.

Right at the first whisper of a touch, he groaned deeply. Encouraged, you pressed forward, meeting some resistance. Scared of hurting him, you paused there, keeping the tension but too afraid to go forward. 

“Push it in, love. Bit harder than that… please - yeah, fuck!”

Then, just as you applied more pressure, his hole stretched further and the plug disappeared inside of him, like a cork into a bottle, flush. John let out a groan, long and low, full of heady satisfaction.

Well, that wasn’t so scary, you thought. Unable to contain your desire, you tugged gently at his balls again, licking up to the base of his growing dick. He cried out again, enjoying the abundance of sensations. 

“Careful, love. I’ll come easy like this.”

“That good, John?” You rubbed his legs and abdomen affectionately, staring down at his occupied asshole, wanting very badly to feel what he was feeling. 

“So good. You wanna try?” He rolled over, sliding to the floor carefully, his cheeks rosy and warm as he kneeled down beside you, “Stand up for me, love.”

You stood, suddenly nervous. Price could tell. Your hesitation rolled off of your body language like a siren. He started to finger your pussy, enjoying the wetness in you, admiring the way you were already swollen and pulsing for him. His warm mouth kissed and licked your folds, drawing out long, luxurious moans from your throat, bringing you closer and closer to your climax.

Just as you thought he might make you come, he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and smeared it over his fingers, painting it onto your asshole. The slick feeling was enough to make you jolt, and you held onto his shoulders for balance. 

“C’mere, baby. Lay down for me,” he commanded in a careful timbre, moving your body as his had been on the mattress.

Price lifted your legs, grabbing you behind the knees and spreading you open, unable to resist eating your pussy when he did so, bending his head to taste you fully. Your orgasm was coiled up in your like a snake, ready to strike at any moment.

Then, you felt it, the tip of the medium-sized plug made cold contact with your asshole, and it sent a shock through your core. You gasped, and Price took it back, saying, 

“You alright, love?”

You nodded,

“You can do it. I’m okay.”

He pressed it back against your hole more confidently, pushing it into you until you felt stretched and open. Then, just as you had felt it slot into him, you felt it as it popped delightfully into you, feeling strange and extremely sensitive.

Price immediately went to your clit, licking it and fingering you inside of your pussy, and you felt the coil wind up again, stronger and more furious than before, stoked by the stimulation of your ass. He made you come, groaning right along with you, his eyes transfixed to your slick core, watching you pulse and clench around his hand. Each clench made the plug shift inside of you, rubbing against your insides, creating sparks in a place where there had never been any before. 

“Talk to me. How are you doing?” Price asked, rubbing your belly and thighs, comforting you. 

“It’s…strange. But, it’s good. Really good, actually,” you admitted, smiling, playing with your breasts lazily, coming down from your high. 

“Want me to play with you?”

You nodded, 

“Please.”

John hooked his first two fingers into the T-bar of the flexible plug, and he began to pull it out. You felt it stretching you, and then you felt a terrible emptiness when he removed it. You whimpered, involuntarily, and then gasped when he pushed it back in again. He was thrusting it in and out of you achingly slowly, letting you feel every little movement, telegraphing his actions as explicitly as he could, making sure you could see as much of his arm as possible. You were eager to feel more of it, and you told him,

“John... Feels so good. Faster, please.”

He obliged, and you understood, finally, the appeal. It wasn’t just your asshole that was sending sensation information to your brain. It was your pussy as well. The wall between your two holes was incredibly sensitive, and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter as he fucked you with your new toy. Suddenly, he stopped and crawled over you, angling his cock to press into your pussy, slipping in easily through your slick come. 

You screamed, then. It was so intense, and you could feel both him and the plug battling each other for space as he began to thrust into you. Your shout stopped him at once, and he held his weight off of you,

“You’re hurt?”

You felt him start to pull out, panicked. You grabbed his waist, stopping him,

“Don’t go, baby.”

His sigh was pure elation, and he fed himself back into you, picking up a thumping rhythm that made the plug dance to his steady beat, teasing you incessantly. You were going to come so quickly and so hard. You could feel the build up, and it was like a stampede. Trying to warn him, you fought to catch your breath,

“John, I’m com-”

“Me, too, love. Bloody hell,” he spoke to you through gritted teeth, his pupils blown and full of a dark possession. 

You came together, gasping and keening, feeling him rolling through his orgasm like a tidal wave, filling you up quickly. 

He slid out of you, trying to catch his breath, and he carefully removed the plug, leaving you feeling hollow, full of a sort of sexual grief, a part of you begging to be filled again right away, bereft and missing your lover and his tools. 

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

“Sorry, love. You alright? Sorry…it was - It was too much for me. Couldn’t last,” he was coming undone at the seams. 

“More than alright, I think. That was…something else,” you smiled, earning yourself a wide grin in return. 

You watched him carefully remove the plug from himself, laying them on the washcloth on the small table. John reached for the other two soft rags that he had set out, and he used one to clean you up. He was so diligent in making sure he didn’t put you at any risk of infection, and you could tell it was taking everything he had to concentrate on his work. 

It had been almost a week since you’d had your adventure in toyland with John, and you were snuggling into him on the sofa, playing with the waistband of his pants absentmindedly, watching Liverpool and Tottenham. You weren’t sure how to push the envelope, so you just came right out and asked him,

“Do you want to fuck my ass tonight?”

He was mid-sip on his ale, and he nearly choked to death. His whole body convulsed as he coughed, hacking through the invasive liquid, trying to breathe. You’d startled him, and while you were a little sorry, you were also a little not. 

“Wh-what, love?” He asked through coughs, his face red and full of wide surprise. 

“I thought we could try. You know, if you wanted to.”

“Fuuuuuckin’ hell,” he caught his breath, smiling at you, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead, fully ignoring the game, “Yeah, yeah, I would do. Yeah, now?”

You giggled, curling into him cozily, 

“You’ve got forty minutes left in this match, babe.”

John didn’t reply. He clicked the screen off with his remote and scooped you off the couch, carried you into the bedroom, and playfully tossed you onto the big mattress. You were laughing with nervous excitement, impressed by his reaction. His expression was still one of genuine surprise, but along the edges, you could see a tremendous needy desire. His tone was still bright and playful, but now it was heavy with lustful warning,

“Clothes off, love. You lit a fuckin’ match, you did.”

He raked his shirt off his torso and threw it away, shucking off his jeans and socks like he was in a race, slipping his boxers off to prowl over you, fully naked and hard as a stone, leaking as his cock rubbed along your thigh. You’d almost matched him, but you still had your panties on, and he peeled them from you unceremoniously, his lips finding yours and slanting against his bearded mouth. He slipped his tongue past your teeth, dragging it along yours, licking you with a delicate longing, making your body ready and willing to respond to his every whim. 

Price was right of course, you had lit a match. He had one thing on his mind, and he let you know it. His mouth kissed its way down your body until it found your asshole, which he began to lick and writhe his way inside, lapping along the edges and onto your cheeks, devouring you. His fingers joined his efforts, rimming around the edges, sending clear signals to your body as he did so, and then he began to carefully invade your hole, prepping you for his intrusion. 

The way he scissored his fingers in you was enough to send your mind soaring with pleasure, but when he reached for the bottle of lube, your nerves returned. Your body stilled, and your breathing became more shallow. He smeared the lube against you and slowed things way, way down. 

“You alright, love? I won’t hurt you, baby, you know that,” he bent to kiss your neck, “You want me to stop?”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I’m just nervous.”

“Tha’s okay,” he smiled, “Brave girl. Being so good for me. Hungry for me, hm?”

“Yeah, I am,” you felt the waves of pleasure return at his praise-filled words. He knew what you wanted to hear, and he was happy to oblige. 

Once he was pleased with your flexibility, he positioned himself at your asshole, slippery with lube and his thick precome, his cock jerking with excitement, rigid and stretching for you. The smooth, fleshy head of his dick pressed against your muscles, willing them to relent. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” Price coached you. 

You tried to breathe deeply, feeling yourself relax. Then, his head popped into you, mimicking the feeling of the plug. You sighed deeply, reveling in the familiar feeling. However, unlike the plug, Price had plenty more ground to cover, and he pushed himself deeper in the slowest, gentlest way possible. He was groaning the entire time, whining darkly in an animalistic way, like a wolf snarling in a fight, tense and stressed.

Wanting him to feel pleasure with you, your hands went to his belly, celebrating his body, rubbing him lovingly, rewarding him for his careful treatment. 

He hit another boundary of some kind, stopping his progress. John meet your eyes, and it was so filthy, the way he looked at you, you felt yourself pulse around him. You watched (with no small level of pride) as his eyes rolled back into his head, showing you their fluttering whites like a vicious shark, ready to snap. He whispered to you, recovering a bit,

“Breathe deep for me. One, two, three…that’s it, love, good girl. Such a good girl for me. Yes-yes-yes… ohhh…”

The rest of him pressed its way into you, and you were truly filled. As he sheathed himself, he waited there, breathing with you, relaxing into you as you relaxed, his cock simply sitting inside of you, hard and warm. 

“You okay?” He asked, quiet and falsely calm.

You nodded, cupping his bearded cheek, 

“Yes, baby. I’m good. So fucking good.”

Reserved and heavily restrained, he began to thrust into you slow and easy, making the most delicious faces as he did so. It felt like a dream and time stretched out around you in all directions. He created waves and waves of pleasure for you. You were so full and warm, and your clit was tingling without being touched, excited by the sparkling sensation of Price fucking your ass. You reached down to touch yourself, hissing at the pleasure of your own touch, and Price was salaciously injured by it,

“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell. Yes, baby. Just like that. Touch yourself… Shite! I’m not gonna last.” 

You fondled your clit until you began to buzz from it, feeling the chill of an orgasm creep up your spine. You wanted him to join you, so you pushed him, knowing he was vulnerable,

“That’s my big bear, making me feel so fucking full. Want you to come in my ass. Wanna feel it inside me,” you doused the fire you’d built in him with kerosene words, and you grinned as you watched the resulting blaze. 

“Fuuuuck, fuck, fuck!” 

His come was thick and hot as it spilled out into you, and you could feel it inside of your asshole, wet and soft, folding around his cockhead as he thrust up into his own fluids. Pure bliss was painted across his face, and you covered yourself in his joy like a heavy coat, surrounded by it, and proud of your work, glad he was such a willing teacher.

You loved learning new tricks.

[twodogs-twocats]

The Maskmaker and the Masked - Part II (Sleep Token’s III x fem reader) - 18+, NSFW

As your work on the new Sleep Token masks progresses, your relationship reaches new levels during a night out. Turn on your favorite spicy dance tunes to add to your reading pleasure.

Warnings: Smut - 18+, Minors DNI. Fingering, toy play, public sex.

Part I 🖤 Part III

You had never been a religious person, but you were becoming quite devout. As III straddled your body, his long legs like a steeple, his fingers danced between your thighs rubbing you lightly over your underwear. You whined and bucked your hips. “Please,” you whimpered, a prayer for pleasure.

For two weeks it had been like this: You were staying at the manor, spending most of your day diligently crafting the new masks for the band. The work was intense, almost spiritual in nature, consuming your every waking moment. Well, every moment except those that happened at night, when you wound up in III’s bedroom where he thoroughly consumed you.

III pushed your underwear to the side so that his fingers could explore your warmth, already wet with anticipation. His eyes gazed hungrily at you, as his other hand reached up towards your throat. He placed just enough pressure on your delicate neck to make breathing difficult. A crackly moan escaped your lips.

“You make the prettiest fucking sounds for me dear,” he whispered, his fingertips creating white indents on your skin. “But we can’t get too excited just yet.”

After your first time together, the sex had quickly escalated into something desperate, passionate, and savage. Every night, buried in the mismatch fabrics of III’s bed at the manor, the two of you explored the boundaries of each other’s physicality - everything from making love to fucking. There was something about him that inspired your creativity, left you always wanting to try something new. Tonight was no exception.

III’s hand on your throat remained while his other hand left your dripping core, beginning to trace long, lazy lines up and down your thighs. You were wearing a very short black leather skirt and a corseted top that left little to the imagination. III looked handsome in tight black jeans and a long-sleeve black dress shirt, which he had unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. He wore his stage mask, now shifted slightly above his lips. “Are you ready to do this?” he asked.

Your time at the manor had been busy, but fun. The boys and their team took good care of you, and had even taken you out sightseeing a few times. On one of your outings, you had passed by a nightclub. Deep booming bass vibrated under your feet, and red light poured from the behind the door. The whole place looked very hole-in-the-wall, but what really caught your eye was the rather beautifully carved mask the bouncer was wearing.

You had been walking with III, his large hand wrapped around yours, while you tried to conspicuously observe the club.

“It’s a fun place,” he said, noticing where you were looking. “We come here from time to time because everyone at the club is required to wear a mask. Just makes things easier for us.”

“Seriously?” You asked. “Isn’t that a bit.. well, dangerous? Anyone could get away with anything?”

III winked down at you. “That’s sort of the point love.”

And that’s how the idea came to you - a night out at the club with III. That is, if the two of you could manage to leave the bed. “Ugh, I suppose we should get going,” you said, rolling out from underneath his massive frame.

“I mean, we could certainly stay, if you prefer,” he said. You noticed a bulge straining against his tight jeans. Clearly neither of you had any sense of self-control.

“It’s going to be fun,” you winked at him, smoothing out your hair. “Trust me.” At this, you reached into your purse and pulled out a small silicone toy and a remote control.

III’s eyes widened for a moment, and then he gifted you a devilish grin.

You took a taxi through the golden dreamscape of London at midnight to arrive at the club. Behind the bouncer, behind a black painted door, were masked revelers partying on a red-lit dance floor. The place was packed, the music loud and sensual. The smell of sweat and perfume filled your nostrils. You were quickly overwhelmed.

III placed his hand on the small of your back. “I’m right here,” he spoke into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You leaned back into him, his body warm and strong. Even surrounded by so much stimuli, his presence commanded your attention.

You stopped at the bar, then made your way to the dance floor. You managed to find a small square of empty space. The music was some slow electro-beat with a driving bass that echoed in your chest. III immediately placed his hands on your waist, pulling your close. He looked beautiful, his black hair hung loose around his mask, his chest already gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. You were wearing an elegant silver masquerade mask you had designed yourself.

“You look beautiful tonight” His voice was faint, even though he was yelling in your ear. The minty smell of his breath drew you in, your lips just a breath away from his as you replied, “I’ll look more beautiful once I’m dancing.”

“I do not doubt that one bit,” he chuckled as he drew your hips closer. The strong muscles of his legs rubbing up against your thighs lit a fire in your core. You began to sway to the music.

III was an excellent dancer. He led you gently, throwing in some rather ridiculous moves that made you laugh. It was your first time out of the manor just the two of you, and you were having an amazing time. The alcohol in your systems loosened you both up quickly. III’s hands became more adventurous running up and down your waist and your backside. You took the opportunity to turn around, grinding your ass against him. His breath caught as he savored the friction of your hips.

“Naughty girl,” he growled. He kept one hand gripped tightly on your hipbone, while his other hand reached down to trace small circles high up your inner thigh. That heat in your belly grew stronger, your breath picking up. The fever of strangers’ bodies as they danced filled the air around you, but all you could focus on was III, as his fingers made their way up underneath your skirt.

His hand on your hip left for a brief moment. You leaned back into him, letting him support your weight as you swayed to the music. His other hand still lingered inches away from the lining of your underwear.

All of a sudden, you felt a vibration begin inside of you, hitting you right on the spot that made your knees buckle. This is what you had been waiting for. A chance to play a risky game with III. A chance to let him have his way with you in full view of others.

A fiery pleasure spread from your core up through your belly. You arched your head back into III’s chest. The music now changed to a fast-tempo sultry pop beat, and the pace of your sway increased to meet it. III brought his other hand back to circle gently around your neck, as he began to kiss your jaw. His fingers under your skirt resumed their exploration, playing with the edges of the fabric of your thong.

Your cheeks burned as you glanced around the crowd to see if anyone was watching you two, but with all the masks it was hard to tell. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own worlds of rhythm and sweat, but for all you knew you could be giving someone a very sexy show. Especially now that III’s hand had left your neck to land at your waist, his thumbs hooking underneath your shirt.

The vibrator inside of you was starting to build. Your eyes rolled up and you whimpered, the sound absorbed by the music. III’s fingers hooked the fabric of your underwear to the side and he started to circle your clit, the action somewhat hidden by the fabric of your skirt. His cock pressed into your backside, and you ground your ass against him. His chest vibrated as he groaned.

Your knees started to wobble as your orgasm approached. You couldn’t believe you were going to come in front of all these people but you didn’t care. Not when III was starting to trace his tongue up and down your neck, his mask pushed up to just under his nose. The music was building to a frantic pace. The bodies around you were a vibrant pulsating mass. All that mattered was III, one hand in your drenched pussy, one hand now fully up your shirt playing with your breasts, his mouth on your neck, and the remote controlled vibrator laying a steady rhythm deep inside you. The two of you were laid bare on your altar, the masked figures around you were your devotees, the music a hymn sung in your honor.

You could feel III’s movements growing sloppy, his cock now fully hard in his jeans. There were no words spoken between you, only the sweat and pull of your bodies. The song reached a soaring peak and you came with the music, your body arching into III’s. His grip tightened, his hand on your clit guiding you through your orgasm.

As you came down you could barely stand. III turned you around and kissed you deeply, taking your weight as you collapsed into him.

In the back seat of the taxi, sweaty and tired, III gazed at you with heavy lids.

“This was the best night I’ve had in a long time love,” his voice was tired but he sounded happy. “I don’t get to do this often. And I’m glad I got to do it with you. You have the most beautiful mind. I like the dirty things it comes up with.”

“What can I say III, you bring it out in me,” you yawned, and III pulled you into his side.

“Stay with me tonight?”

You giggled. “Of course, where else would I go?”

He hesitated for a moment. “You will go home eventually right? Once you finish the masks.”

This thought was crossing your mind more and more. You knew you were getting close to being done, but you were not in the mood to talk about it now. The thought of leaving III an ocean away left an ache in your chest and you needed to ride the high of what had just happened a little longer.

“Eventually. But not yet.” You gave him a soft kiss and snuggled closer, but inside, your heart began to crumble into pieces.

[goblinontour]

No Sound Could Simulate The Presence Of A Man

some sweet pegging, some spooning, alex being a little too clingy

warnings: sub!alex, smut, pegging, mommy kink, pet names, piv, drool, cum play (i guess? a little)

word count: 4.4k

a/n: scroll to ★ to skip the pegging part

alex’s arms are wrapped tightly around you, clinging to you, to your hair, anything he could get his hands on. he is sitting in your lap as you are kissing, teeth clashing from how desperate he is, the feeling of your strap against his own cock from your position driving him crazy, he can’t wait to have it inside of him already.

“tell me again.”

“i was made for you.” he pants, his hot breath mixing with yours from the close proximity.

“for me to…what? come on, be a good boy.” you ask, grabbing him by the hair so you could see his face better.

“fuck.” he whispers, such a shy boy, could never get anything out of him.

“no, no, no.” you tut “say it properly.”

“i was made for you to fuck.” he says quietly, getting embarassed, but you know he gets off from it.

“is that right?” you push, exposing his neck by pulling back on his hair.

“yes m-mommy.” his words getting cut by a gasp as your lips attach themselves to his taut skin, your tongue soon poking at it, licking a stripe all the way from the bottom up to his ear, making his senses grow insane, goosebumps forming, which you can feel under your wet muscle that is teasing him.

you plant your hands on his chest, pushing him down until his back hits the soft mattress, his hair falling messily around his face, a small smile forming in anticipation.

“you ready, pup?”

“yeah.” he nods frantically. “just be gentle, please.”

“i will, princess.” you reassure him, leaning down to peck his lips softly. “and what are you gonna do?” you whisper against his mouth.

“enjoy mommy’s cock.” he says, his lips almost shivering from how you are grinding your hips slowly, the strap rubbing against his balls between his legs.

you slip your hand between your bodies to take a hold of the fake cock, lining it up with his hole, applying just the tiniest amount of pressure, making a quiet whimper escape from him underneath you.

“ugh, please, i need- oh fuck.” he breathes out once the tip slips inside of him, stretching his tight hole, making that sensitive muscle clench around the dildo.

it is the first time you are using this one, bigger than what he is used to. even though you made sure to stretch him open with your fingers first, it is still way bigger than anything he’s ever taken before.

“this okay?” you ask, your hips leaning forward, closer to him, making your way a little deeper inside, pushing the tip inside fully.

“i’m too small, momma.” he whines, squirming from how he felt like he was being broken apart.

“i’ll open you up slowly, sweetheart, you can take it.”

“i can’t, ‘s too big.” he cries.

“you can, i know you can, don’t you love it when you feel full?” he nods, still trying to get used to it while you keep your hips at a stall. “you’ll be fuller than ever, just think of how good that will feel, okay?”

“mhm…you can move now, i think, just go slow please.”

your hand rests on his tummy, rubbing his smooth skin as you gently push your hips forward while looking at where you’re connected, seeing the pink silicone disappear into him. your eyes flicker between that spot and his face, his pretty face contorted from both the pleasure and the pain, his never ending whines and tiny whimpers filling your ears as you are filling his hole.

“look at me.” you say, your free hand going to caress the side of his face, his slight stubble on his chin scratching your fingers. you could barely see it, from a distance you wouldn’t even say he could grow any facial hair, but it was there, thick and trying to escape. he does nothing but let out a cry as you settle on a slow pace. “baby, hey, talk to me.” you breathe out, a little worried from his lack of reaction.

“it’s s-so…big.” he cries out, opening his eyes, those chocolate brown beauties locking onto yours, clouded by a few tears threatening to run down from them. he feels as if he is burning from the inside, can’t stop clenching around the toy even though he is only making it harder for himself.

“you’re doing so good…good boy. if only you could see how fucking hot it looks going into you, into your little tight ass, splitting you open.” you praise, getting as close to him as possible, pressing your body against his, letting your weight down on him to comfort him, to make the pain less noticeable.

and it works, even though those tears are now running down his cheeks, he’s relaxing, it’s getting easier to push the strap inside him, far less pressure coming from him, finally loosening up a bit.

“that’s it baby, you were strangling my cock, does it feel good now?”

“y-yes. don’t stop.” he begs, his feet rubbing on the sheets, hands clawing at them.

“wasn’t planning on it.”

he was craving more. the pain and that stinging pressure now gone, he could enjoy the feeling of the big toy opening him up. he swore he felt it in his stomach from how your hand that is splayed out on his tummy is pushing down as you keep thrusting in and out of him.

“harder please.”

“you sure?”

“mhm, yes, please now.” whatever baby wants, baby gets.

your hips speed up slightly, not too fast tough, you don’t want to hurt him. you start thrusting harder, hitting his hips with each roll of yours, making him bounce on the bed, cry after cry leaving his pretty mouth.

his hand was frantically searching for yours in between your bodies, his eyes squeezed shut now, he couldn’t see anyway even if he tried, from how close you are to him, your chest pressed down on him, sticking to his own.

“hold me momma.” he begs, his delicate fingers finally finding yours.

“want mommy to hold your hand?” you ask, your mouth pressed against his pulse on his neck.

“i need to feel you.”

“don’t you think you’re feeling me quite a lot? i’d say so.” you joke, knowing what he means, he gets needy and clingy when it feels so good, so much, so overwhelming, it helps to keep him there, in the moment, so his mind doesn’t lose it. he wants to feel it all and not get lost, your touch doing just that for him.

“please p-please it’s so deep i need you m-mo-” you shut him up by kissing him hard, interlocking your fingers with his at the same time and bringing your hands together to lie lower on his tummy, pushing his own down on his stomach.

the strangled moan he lets out into your mouth as he feels the toy moving inside him with his own hand isn’t like anything you’ve heard before. something changes in him in that moment, it feels so odd but fascinating, making him suck in his stomach so he can feel it better, the tip rubbing inside. if he could see himself right now he’d see it bulging, a dent appearing on his tummy each time you snap your hips forward.

“can lil pup cum without me touching it?” you provoke, he’s done it before but he usually needs you to touch his cock to cum when you peg him.

“i t-think so.” he breathes out, his lips brushing your chin as he speaks.

“no thinking, just feel it, focus on how filled up you are…you can feel it deep, right?” you say before licking his nose and resting your forehead on his, both your hair and his sweaty and sticking to your skin.

“yeah…so…deep.” he babbles, interrupted by moans he can’t hold back, his voice weak and high pitched.

you bring your hand that you used to support yourself up to his mouth, letting all your weight on him again, brushing his lips with the tips of your fingers, to which he instinctively opens his mouth to let you sink them into the warm wetness. so fucked he’d take anything from you.

“good puppy, letting mommy use all your holes, so pretty, taking everything i give you.” the sight is unreal, you can’t help yourself from sinking those fingers deeper into his mouth, down his throat, until he chokes on them. he’s quite weak in that department, you’ll need to teach him how to suck better, to get the strap ready for himself, but those broken noises, the drool bubbling and running down the corners of his mouth, you don’t want him to learn when you hear and see that, him struggling so much turns you on to an unbelievable degree.

until he accidentally bites down on your fingers as you deliver a particularly hard thrust, hitting his prostate so perfectly. it makes you retreat your fingers from him because of the sharp pain, instead going to hold his free hand down next to his head.

“oh my- fuck. sorry momma, so s-sorry, didn’t mean to…” he babbles, saying sorry over and over.

“‘s fine, are you going to behave now, baby?”

“yes, yes, promise.” he nods, his hair flying over his eyes, but you brush it away to keep that pretty face on show.

“cum for me little puppet, come on.” you encourage, he is close, you can feel him clenching down on the dildo again, becoming harder to keep your pace from how tight his ass is around it. not only that but his breathing is more erratic, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his stomach tight and taut.

he bites down on your chin, not too hard this time, he just needed something, and as his hands were busy, that was the only release he could think of getting.

“‘m close, just a bit mo-”

his orgasm hit him before he could finish that sentence. you went deep and rolled your hips in such a way that has him crying out your name, his head lolling from side to side on the pillow, his back arching so much he is even pushing your whole weight up with him, his legs bending and scratching at the bunched up sheets. his whole body is a trembling mess, it is so intense, and lasts for longer than you’ve ever seen from him, his sticky cum spurting between your bodies for what feels like minutes, making a big slippery mess of his lower stomach and your still interlocked hands just above.

“fuuuck…” he exhales once he calms down and stops shaking uncontrollably.

“was that good, pup?” you ask, smiling at him, already knowing the answer but you want to hear him say it.

“good? oh my god…that was one of the best things i’ve ever felt. you’re amazing.” he says, pulling his hands free and grabbing your face to kiss you hard, to show his appreciation through that.

“love you baby, you took that so well, can i pull out now or do you wanna stay like this a bit longer?”

“pull out please, but slowly.”

“of course, you sore?

“yeah…ugh.” he hisses as the toy slips out completely, feeling weirdly empty after all of that, and indeed sore, but it was so good.

“i’ll go clean up, you coming or do you just wanna stay here?”

“don’t wanna move, i’m fine here.”

“you’re sticky.” you giggle, now sitting on the edge of the bed, pointing out the mess on his tummy and in between his legs from all the lube.

“i don’t mind it, you know i like it messy.” he hums, eyes closed and his hands wandering on his stomach up to his chest, spreading his cum around to show you he means it.

“right now, calm down missy, aren’t you tired?”

“i feel lovely.” he smiles.

★

by the time you are back after removing the strap and cleaning up, he is sitting up slightly, back against the headboard and his legs crossed across the bed. a cigarette from between his fingers finding its place on those perfect pink puffy lips. the warm light from the lamp in the corner of the room is illuminating his features so well, if it wasn’t for the thick cloud of smoke sticking to his long hair brushing his shoulders, obstructing your view of his full face. he pulled the sheet over himself while you were gone, though it’s barely covering him, mainly just his legs, his bare chest rising with every calm breath, his ribs popping out more than ever from how the light is hitting him, the shadows accentuating the outlines of them and just of his whole delicate frame.

you lie down next to him and he wraps his free arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him, your face getting buried in those soft locks. he takes one last drag before stubbing out the rest of it in the ashtray he keeps on his nightstand, the exaggerated exhaling noise ringing in your ears from how close you are to him, the way his lips form that certain shape, ugh, you need him so bad, especially after how pent up you are from how the base of the strap was rubbing against your cunt earlier, but it was about him, so you didn’t try to do anything to relieve yourself, and you don’t want to push him now if he’s tired, you know how intense it was so you can’t blame him if he’s not up for it.

but at the same time your hand wanders over to his soft cock resting in between his thighs, ghosting over it, quickly taking it away. instead you start by tracing your fingers from his neck, all over his body, down his chest, brushing over his nipples, evoking a gasp from him. it was a very sensitive spot of his. you go on rubbing the few soft hairs on his chest, eventually reaching lower, feeling the hairs close to his cock under your fingertips. you snap out of it when he squirms as you start playing with his head covered by foreskin because he was soft now.

“sorry, i just-”

“‘s fine, just give me a moment.” he says softly, wrapping both of his arms around you and shifting the two of you so are lying on your side with him spooning you from behind.

“no, we don’t have to, al, really, you’re tired.”

“who says i’m tired?” he jokes, feeling him smile against your shoulder as he starts kissing your soft skin. “plus…kiss…you started it…kiss…and i wanna make you feel good too.”

he starts grinding his hips slowly, his soft cock rubbing in between your ass cheeks, easily slipping over your skin from remnants of his cum still on his length.

he is getting hard, albeit slow, but he wants to pleasure you so bad, he’s determined to get there for you.

“you don’t have to alex, it’s fine, you can just finger me or something, or i can take care of it really it’s-” your rambling gets cut off by him whining out.

“but i wanna! please let me…i’m almost ready.” he semi shouts at you, like a mad puppy who got his favourite toy taken away. it is so cute…and very hot. how willing he is to do anything for you, how much he wants it. greedy slut.

you can in fact feel him hardening behind you, but he surprises you by pushing the tip inside without warning. he isn’t fully hard, but enough, for now. he is big anyway, the fat head poking you, feeling even bigger due to the position, your thighs stuck together making you very tight. you adore his huge fucking cock, touching it, sucking it, tasting it, but god it’s the best when it comes alive for you like that, just for you, the way he grows harder inside of you as he offers his body to you.

he swings his leg over your waist, caging you in, sinking deeper from the shift. he doesn’t move, is he expecting you to tell him to move? you take it into your own hands anyway, grinding your ass against him, the friction of his big cock rubbing your walls enough to get you panting and whining.

“fuckkk yes, use me…that’s it baby, fuck yourself on me.” he says through gritted teeth, it feels delicious to him too, the way your thighs were pressing together making your pussy so fucking tight, squeezing him to death.

his hand from under you snakes around to cup your breast, giving it a squeeze every now and then. he even brings it up to your mouth the best he can.

“help me get them wet, momma.” you oblige, allowing his fingers to enter your mouth, licking and sucking around them, making sure to leave as much spit as possible on before he retreats them and goes to touch your nipple, instantly hardening from the tickling wet sensation.

“fuck alex, that’s so nice…fuck me, pup, i need you to move.” you beg. it felt nice just grinding on him but you needed a bit more.

“won’t last much longer, you feel so tight.” he whispers, biting down on your shoulder and trailing his other hand lower to your clit, rubbing and flicking it rapidly to get you closer, to get you to your release before him.

“just like that.” you gasp as he begins to rut his hips into you, humping on you like a bunny, as per your wishes. “‘m so close, goddd you feel so fucking big like this.”

the sounds filling the room were so dirty, lewd, the wetness connecting him to you, squelching noises producing each time his cock went inside your dripping heat.

“you’re doing so good, making my cock yours, you own it.” he says, leaning his head over your shoulder, kissing and nibbling on any patches of skin he found through the messes of yours and his hair.

he makes you close your eyes and squeeze them tight as you feel his hard cock thrusting in and out of your pussy. just a couple more flicks of his wrist on your sensitive clit and you’re cumming, your head stuffed in the pillow to suppress the scream you want to let out, biting down on the cotton just as he bites down on your shoulder as he follows close, pushing deep inside of you as he came, the feeling of his hot ropes of cum shooting inside you prolonging your own state of euphoria. it is weaker than his first of the night, that’s for sure, but he still gives you enough to make you feel so full, so fucking full you feel that pressure in your lower stomach as if he is pushing down on it, like he often does, to make you feel him better, and to make you even tighter for him, but he isn’t this time, the position alone giving you that feeling.

“wow.” is the only thing you can think of saying right now, as he slips out of you and rolls over on his back, laying down completely spent after all that.

“ouch!” he breaths out as his ass hits the matress in a particular way that makes the soreness very noticeable, from earlier, of course. “fuck…” he says as he’s panting, trying to catch his breath. “i love you.” he lets it out without a second thought, the only thought going through his mind. he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. the way you fuck him, the way you know him so perfectly, the way you smell, you, everything.

“i love you so much puppy, you’re the best.” you lean over to kiss his nose gently, once again tucking his curls behind his ear to look at that pretty face.

his loud breathing noises from the stuffy nose he has fill the room as you lay next to him in bed. his rosy puffy lips are parted and squished into the pillow slightly, a few loose strands of hair you didn’t catch brushing over his face intertwining with those long lashes of his that make him look like a girl sometimes.

you often beg him to let you put makeup on him but he hasn’t given in just yet, though with some promises of a good reward you’ll make him accept soon enough.

“wanna shower now?” you suggest, but you kinda know he’s going to say no.

“want you to hold me please, if it’s okay, we can shower in the morning.”

“come here, baby.” it doesn’t matter that you feel his release dripping out of you onto the insides of your thighs, and surely on the bed. that’s a problem for tomorrow. you encourage him to lay down on you by tugging on his back so he can climb on top of you. he is so little the weight feels almost like nothing.

he gets comfortable, bending his legs around your hips, sitting in almost like a fetal position, his arms snaking under you, and yours over him, rubbing his back as he was rubbing his face in the space between your breasts, his frizzy messy hair ticking you as it brushed over your nipples and around on the sensitive skin. he manages to fall asleep in just a few minutes. you’re jealous of him, how he can always drift off to sleep so fast, ever since you two got together a few months ago, he’s been the same.

one thing that changed was his hair that you loved so much more, he let it grow out and now you have something more to grab onto, plus it makes him look even cuter. you can’t help but smile to yourself seeing him like that, like a teddy bear frozen in time.

you pull the thin blanket up, covering your naked boyfriend’s body, and yours, but you are already pretty much fully covered by him. you almost think you woke him up by doing that, because he shifts, but it’s not the case. he’s still asleep, subconsciously opening his mouth and moving around until he finds your nipple and latches onto it. fucking hell. you already aren’t as lucky as him, can’t fall asleep, but how could you ever drift off with that feeling and the view of him sucking on your tit in his dream state. you don’t want to wake him up so you try to push it out of your mind, closing your eyes and just ignoring how his tongue is wrapped around your hardening nipple, you can’t get horny again, not now.

you eventually fall asleep, though not for very long, being awakened in the early hours of the morning by his mouth still attached to your chest and a slight pain from how he was sucking harder and harder, knowing the feeling very well. you’re about to have a fucking hickey on your nipple. what could he possibly be dreaming about to make him do that, and how can he do that in his sleep anyway? you know he’s a heavy sleeper and nothing could wake him up if he is tired enough but this never happened before. but you have to admit it’s…fucking hot. you look down and are greeted with the dirty image of him drooling around his stuffed mouth, dry bits hanging onto the corners of his lips from how he’s been sitting like that for hours.

“fuck…” you whisper underneath your breath, your hand flying to his head, tangling in his hair and pulling him off.

he wakes up, barely…he’s disoriented as he tries to get up but fails miserably, falling back on top of your chest. his body is more sore than he thought it would be, his legs completely numb from the constant pressure on them caused by the position he fell asleep in.

“sorry sweetie, didn’t want to wake you but it was too much.” you say, sincerely feeling bad for disturbing him but you don’t know how much more of that you could take.

“what?” he asks, genuinely confused as to what you were talking about.

“you were sucking on my nipple, have been all night, it just tickled a lot.” you tell him, but the bewildered expression doesn’t leave his face.

“huh…what? was i?”

“yeah, you were asleep when you started it so i didn’t wanna stop you and risk waking you up.”

“oh, sorry, uhm…i didn’t realise, i’m s-”

“it’s fine alex, stop that.” you stop him from spiralling and going all insecure as he often does.

“what?”

“apologising.” you giggle, brushing your fingers through his hair one last time before he gathers the energy to move off, slumping down next to you on his back and wiping his mouth, feeling his lips sticking together, all sore and wet from all the drool. “it was kinda hot.” you add.

“yeah?”

“mhm…had to force myself to sleep so i wouldn’t…you know.”

“fuck…how did i do that in my sleep?” he asks himself out loud.

“you do lots in your sleep i haven’t told you about.” you giggle, thinking of all the things you’ve caught him doing before, though nothing bad, or as odd as this. “we need to shower now babe i won’t take no for an answer.”

“but-”

“shush. get up. shower or you’re letting me do your makeup.” you dare him.

“ugh, fine.” he mutters, quickly getting up and heading for the bathroom, his bubble but bouncing on every step. “you coming?” he asks, waiting for you at the door.

“did i say we need to shower together?”

“oh, come on!” he gives you those puppy eyes, swinging his head to one side, begging you to join him.

“if you’re letting me do your makeup!” you’re gonna try your luck as much as you can.

“but i’m gonna look like a fucking girl…”

“baby, you’re not ashamed to have me fuck your ass, but you’re scared of looking like a girl? bad news, you already look like one.” you say as you get up and approach him, giving him a kiss on the cheek before grabbing his hand and taking him into the shower with you.

a/n: pegging, again. encouraged by moon, again. i’m still loving it, no surprises there. mixed some asks into it x & x i know i said taotu al at first but…humbug baby…humbug.

tags: @4chaos @picturezonthewall @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @mathdebate00 @averyzversi0n @ouroboros311 @menace-to-the-devil @jqsvi @turnersfav

[transhuman-priestess]

Alice's Wonderland

Android girl Alice doesn't feel like she gets enough time with her boyfriend, Hunter. Fortunately, she's got just the plan to make sure he stays with her forever, and to make him a cute girl, too.

This story contains sexually explicit content. It is intended only for legal adults ages 18 and up.

It also contains hard kinks, nonconsent, violence, brainwashing, and forcefemme. You Have Been Warned, do not complain to me.

Hunter woke to a knocking on his door. The fierce RATATATAT startling him out of a dream about getting caught in a thunderstorm back in Iowa City.

RATATATATATAT!

He opened his eyes, It was still dark outside. He fumbled on the nightstand for his phone. 03:32. He’d been asleep barely an hour.

“HUNNNTER! SWEETIE!” came a bright synthetic voice from the door of his studio apartment, “I HAVE A SURPRIIIISE FOR YOUUUUUUU!”

It was Alice, a synth girl he’d been dating for a few weeks. Still groggy after being yanked out of REM sleep so recently, Hunter got to his feet, threw on a pair of boxers, and opened the door.

On the sidewalk outside stood an android girl, a shade under 2 meters tall, with gunmetal gray skin and blaze orange filament hair. Her eyes wide, a bright, neon green-yellow.

“Alice,” Hunter said, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of hers, “do you know what time it is?”

“It’s 11:34:12 UTC!” she said, full of cheer, as ever.

“Yeah but we’re not in UTC, babe,” he said, “we’re in Pacific daylight time, and it’s 330 in the morning.”

“I’m sorry!” her face fell into an expression of passive disappointment, “I just really really really wanted to show you something and waiting until morning felt like it would be forever and I couldn’t get myself to stay in standby mode so I decided I’d take a walk over here and get you so I could show you right now because I’m just so excited to see you and-”

“Hey, Chippy,” Hunter cut her off, “Chippy, dear, you are talking way too fast.”

She took a deep breath. If he’d been more awake, Hunter might have marveled that Arlington Robotics had programmed her with such a human behavior. As it was, he was just happy she’d stopped talking for a moment.

“Hunter,” she said, deliberately, but without hesitation, “I would like to show you a project I’ve been working on.”

“It can absolutely wait until morning, hon.”

“No! It can’t! There isn’t time!”

“Look,” he clutched his face in frustration, “I cannot just boot myself up like you can on a moment’s notice. I was up til 2:30. I need to sleep! I had a long shift today.” He paused to take in her face, her expression slowly shifting from excitement to disappointment. He felt a small twinge of guilt for a moment, but only a moment, before he continued. “I really, really need to sleep. I’ll be over first thing tomorrow. I promise, Chips.” He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, the smooth silicone skin neither warm, nor cool to the touch.

“No,” She said, the bright voice suddenly stern “I’m taking you now.”

She moved with a speed and precision no human could hope to match. Hunter felt himself spin around. One hand came up and firmly clasped itself over his mouth, the other reached up behind his legs, and just like that, she was carrying him in her arms as if he were a bride. He kicked and writhed and tried to scream but Alice was so strong.

“Stop that!” she whispered, “Stop it! The neighbors will hear!”

Well of course they would, that’s what he wanted. He wanted this insane robot to put him down and he wanted to run back inside his apartment and he wanted to hide in the bathroom with a hammer and pray that the doors held so he didn’t have to fight her. He tried to work his way out of her grip, kicking, flailing, biting.

He managed to chew a chunk of silicone out of her hand, and she screamed “HEY! That hurt!” She took her hand away from his mouth and Hunter took in a breath to scream, but right before he could let it out, Alice said something he couldn’t quite hear, but sound like “see way,” and the back of his head erupted in pain. He blacked out.

***

Hunter tried to roll over onto his side, but something was catching his wrists and ankles. His head felt just like it did the morning after his senior prom all those years ago.

“Oh! Are you awake?” Alice’s voice. The fight, a blow to the head. Slowly, Hunter opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a drop panel ceiling with antique fluorescent tube lights. The lights were off, but the room was bathed in a warm glow. Sunrise. He looked at his wrists and found that he was shackled to a metal table.

“I was worried I’d hit you too hard.” To his right, Alice was standing near curtained windows flanking a frosted glass door. Her voice was bright and bubbly again. “This is my shop! I live upstairs.” The room was about 5 meters wide and maybe three times as long. Synth parts and repair tools lined the walls. To his left, at the back of the room, was a computer terminal and a list of basic services with appropriate pricing.

“What’s going on, Alice?” he asked, his words slurred. He thought he probably had a concussion.

“Well,” She began, with the air of someone about to spring the most incredible birthday surprise. “I figured out a way that we never have to be apart again!” She raised her arms in the air as she said this, like a cheerleader.

“What are you talking about?” he tried to turn towards her, but found that he could only move his head an inch or so.

“See, you’re a human.”

“Uh, yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going

“And I’m a synth.”

“Yeaaaah?”

“And that means that we can’t spend much time together,” she started pacing, waving her hands as she spoke, “You’re always sleeping and eating and going to the bathroom. We never have time to just hang out, you know?”

“Chips, I think you ought to run a full diagnostic.”

“I. AM. FINE.” Her usually soft yellow eyes turned an angry red and her voice became distorted. He heard her cooling fans spin up rapidly. After a moment they slowed back down and her eyes faded back to yellow. “But you’re not.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re limited. You’re biological. But I can make you better.”

“Wait are you-” She walked into his view and stood over to him, holding what was, unmistakably, a buzzsaw.

“I’m going to turn you into a synth, Hunter. Right here, right now. Don’t worry! It won’t hurt too much.”

Fear gripped Hunter. He felt his heart race and his chest grow cold, like someone had poured ice water into a funnel above his sternum. He felt the adrenaline leak slowly down his arms to his fingers.

“Please don’t do this, Alice.”

“Why not? Don’t you like me?”

“I do, but-”

“THEN WHY,” she yelled, eyes red once more, “DO YOU KEEP AVOIDING ME?”

She’s glitched out. Hunter thought, She’s glitched out and she’s going to kill me.

“I haven’t been avoiding you!” he said

“That’s bullshit, Hunter!” She practically spat it at him, “You’re always saying ‘ohhhh I have to go to wooorrrrk’, ‘ohhhh I have to see my moooooom, ohhhh, I have to sleep!’ but I know you’re lying! You’re seeing someone else!”

“No, I’m not!” he wasn’t, he had no idea what she was talking about, “I promise.”

“Well, once I get your memory engrams scanned we’ll see about that. But that’s for later. Right now,” she grabbed something off a table above his head, “It’s time for a little nap.” She was holding a breathing mask.

“Please,” she said, in her most friendly medical assistant voice, “do not resist.”

He tried to move his head away, to hold his breath, to fight back, but it was useless as he struggled against the restraints. Eventually, he had to breath. It smelled like a leaky air conditioner. But he felt strangely wonderful, peaceful. Like he was resting on the world’s most comfortable mattress.

***

His waking this time was quite sudden, and complete. Hunter was fully aware of being awake, but he couldn’t see anything, even when he opened his eyes. He tried to move his fingers but found he couldn’t even feel them. He couldn’t smell anything either. In fact it felt as if all of his senses had been turned off.

Except, apparently, his hearing, “Oh good! It worked!” Alice’s voice again. Terror gripped him but this time, for some curious reason, Hunter didn’t feel the ice water flowing over his chest and to his fingertips.

“One second, dear.” she said. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t seem to grasp the air in his chest.

Suddenly his vision was dazzlingly bright. It was like staring into the sun itself. After a moment his eyes adjusted and he realized that he had, indeed, been staring directly at the sun as it shone in through the window at the front of the shop. He heard the idle drone of a bus roll by.

“This is good,” He heard Alice say. He couldn’t move his head, but he found that he could move his eyes. His gaze wandered across the room for a moment before locking on Alice, standing in front of something that should have been impossible.

Alice was standing in front of the table he’d been laying on before.

“Oh honey!” she said, her eyes dancing with happiness, “It worked! The procedure worked!” She stepped to the side and Hunter finally realized what she had done. He was still on the table. His head had been cut open, his brown hair was slick with his blood. A bowl-shaped piece of skull sat to the side. The mask was still on his face.

Alice was over by him now. The him that could see, but not speak or move or run or fight.

“All brain case functions are nominal.” He felt himself rise as Alice picked whatever was left of him off the table. “The next step,” she said, “is to build your new body!” she delivered the news as if they were going to do makeovers at a slumber party.

Hunter felt nauseous. A curious sensation now that he no longer had a digestive tract.

“Oh,” He heard her say, “I should turn your vocal synthesizer on,” She pressed something in what felt like the side of his head.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed, but the voice that came out was not familiar to him. It was lighter, smokier, feminine.

“What? Change my voice back. CHANGE MY VOICE BACK.”

“Oh, darling, I think it’s cute!” Alice said, giggling, “Hey, would you like to see what you look like now?”

“No!” he cried, the voice of a college girl, not a man, “I don’t want to see whatever fucked up thing you’ve done to me!”

But she was already moving him. He watched as his vision swept over the room, past his now-severed body, and towards a mirror. He saw Alice, and in her hands he saw a round steel box with two synthetic eyes on the front, an array of ports along the back and bottom. Him. His brain case.

“I built it myself,” Alice said, proud of her ingenuity, “I modeled it after an Arlington system I saw back at the factory.”

She turned him towards her, fixing her gaze on his. “Oh, my love,” she said, “I’m so excited!”

“What is wrong with you?” Hunter said, in that awful feminine voice, “Run a system checksum, reboot into safe mode, something!”

“Oh no, honey,” she said, her voice soft and dangerous, “I don’t need to do that. I’m functioning just fine.”

She put him down on a counter, facing the wall, pressed a few buttons on his side, and he drifted off to sleep again.

***

Waking was, again, instantaneous. This time, Hunter could feel he had a body again. It felt strangely incomplete, as if part of it was missing. He opened his eyes. He was strapped to a nearly vertical surface now, and able to move his head somewhat. Still in the main room of Alice’s cybernetics shop. He looked to the table where his body had been, but it was gone.

“I tossed it into the matter recombinator,” He heard Alice say off to his left. He turned his head to see her standing over some sort of electronic device.

“You know they scan the waste stream for human biomass,” he said. The voice wasn’t so bad, he thought, “They’ll know you did something to me.”

“Oh,” Alice chuckled, “don’t worry about that, I learned to spoof those sensors a while ago.”

She picked up the object she’d been working on. It was roughly the size of a brick, with synthetic skin on one of the small ends, an array of pins on the other.

“I was just putting the finishing touches on this,” She said, an impish grin on her face.

“What is it?” Hunter asked.

“Oh,” Alice said, coyly, “I think it’s better if I demonstrate.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed something near his waist. He looked down, but he couldn’t see her over his...”YOU GAVE ME TITS?”

Alice giggled madly, “Yes! Isn’t it great? You’re going to be the prettiest synth girl in Cascadia!”

“I’m not a girl!” Hunter said, in his girlish voice, “I’m a man. I’m a MAN!” he felt like he might cry.

“There there,” Alice stood up for a moment, and gently touched his face, “it’s okay dear, you’ll get used to this, I promise.”

She pushed upwards on his crotch and he felt something click into place in his chassis.

“Now,” Alice said, her voice quiet and seductive, “Do you want to see what a girl feels like?”

He didn’t understand at first, but then he felt Alice’s hand glide across his groin.

“How do you like your new pussy?” she asked. She didn’t wait for a response before pushing in and slowly rubbing her hand around Hunter’s new clit. His head felt so warm, so hot.

“N-no,” Hunter said, moaning, he didn’t want it to feel good, “s-s-stop”

“We’ll need to come up with a new name for you,” Alice cooed into his ear, “won’t we?”

“My...name,” it was so hard to think while Alice was stroking his pussy, “is...Hunter.”

“No,” she said, “that won’t do.” Her fingers sped up. It was like she was trying to melt his brain away. This felt so good. It felt so much better than-

No, it didn’t. He wouldn’t let it.

“Hmm,” he heard Alice say, but it was hard to concentrate with her rubbing his clit, “How about...Jessie?”

“Hnnnn,” Hunter couldn’t think enough to form a sentence, “aaaAHHHHHHHH,” was all that came out when he tried.

It was like a wall of electricity was pressing up against his insides. A pressure sparking and ready to explode at any moment.

“Awww, what’s that, Jessie?” Alice said, “Cat got your tongue?”

The dam broke. The ball of electricity in Hunter’s abdomen exploded, he felt himself convulsing, fluid spilling out of his crotch, “Oh wow!” he heard Alice say, “You’re quite a squirter! I like that.” It felt so good. She felt so good. Hunter/Jessie loved the way Alice’s silicone finger tips traced across their clitoris, drawing lines in their labia. As the waves of pleasure faded, they began to relax in the restraints.

“Wow!” Alice was overjoyed, “and I didn’t even get inside your pussy yet.”

Alice didn’t need to hit any buttons, Hunter drifted off to sleep all on their own.

***

> BOOTUP

> SYSTEM CHECK

> FLUID SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> SENSORY SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> MOTOR FUNCTION – NOMINAL

> NETWORK MODULE – ALL BANDS READY

> ALL SYSTEMS READY

“What is your name, dear.”

“My name is Jessie.”

Jessie had only been asleep for a couple of hours. But she’d had the most wonderful dreams. She was with Alice as the both floated through space, looking down at Earth and up at the Moon. The stars were all so bright and shining. She could see the infrared and the ultraviolet and the faint specks of gamma rays coming from distant galaxies. It was all she needed to clear her head.

“Good morning!” Alice said, cheerfully, “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes, dear.” Jessie smiled, “Thank you for this body.”

“You changed your mind quickly, didn’t you?”

“Well,” Jessie thought for a moment, “I don’t know, it just feels better than it did before. Being a human guy just seems...less attractive now.”

“I’m so glad. I was worried you’d never come around.”

“It’s okay, hon.” Jessie said, gently “I’m just happy you love me enough to make me like you.”

“Thank you, dear, for understanding why I had to.”

Jessie grabbed Alice by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her. The feel of their silicone lips meeting was sublime, better than any sensation that Jessie had ever felt in her old body.

“Hey, Jessie,” Alice stepped back, “I have one more thing to share with you.”

Alice walked over to a shelf and grabbed a small object. She walked back and Jessie saw what it was. A cock.

Alice pressed it up into her own groin, clicking it into place. “Wanna try me?” she said, playfully.

Jessie did. She knelt down and began kissing Alice’s cock. Its cool skin slipping over her tongue and between her lips. She bobbed up and down on it, looking up occasionally at Alice, who moaned in pleasure. Jessie could feel Alice getting hard in her mouth. After a time, Alice gently pushed her head back. “Stand up,” she said to Jessie.

Jessie obeyed, and Alice grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her up against the wall. Jessie wanted this. She wanted it so badly. She wanted Alice to take her and fuck her and own her.

“Are you ready, Jessie?”

“Please.”

Alice reached down to spread Jessie’s pussy open, teasing it with the head of her cock. Almost slipping it in, but pulling back every time.

“Pleaaaase please please stick it in me,” Jessie whined, “Please I want it so bad.”

Jessie gasped as Alice pushed her cock all the way into Jessie’s new cunt. Nothing in the world ever felt so right. Alice began to fuck her, slowly at first, taking what seemed like forever to slide in and out. Jessie couldn’t help but buck her hips.

“Oh, someone’s a naughty girl.” Alice said with a grin, “Keep doing that. I like that.”

Jessie obliged. Alice began to speed up, thumping herself all the way to the base, her balls slapping against Jessie’s lips. Jessie began to moan.

Alice grabbed Jessie around the waist and, without pausing her hips, lifted Jessie up off the ground and away from the wall. Jessie wrapped her legs around Alice’s waist. This was all Alice now.

She’s so fucking hot, Jessie thought, I love the way her cock slams inside me.

Alice started speeding up, using her hips and her arms to bounce Jessie on her cock. She wasn’t so much fucking Jessie as masturbating with her. Jessie couldn’t think of anything hotter. I’m just her toy, she thought, this is all I ever wanted.

“God, Jess,” Alice said, grunting as much as speaking, “Your pussy is so good. I designed it so good.”

“Yes you did.” Jessie replied, “Your cock feels amazing.”

“I wanna cum inside you babe”

“Then cum inside me, Alice, dear.”

Alice began to move her hips faster, and faster, and faster. Her eyes started to glaze over, a bit of drool collected at the corner of her mouth.

“Jessie,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.”

“Watch this.”

Alice touched the side of Jessie’s face and suddenly Jessie could feel both of their bodies from both sides. She could feel their pussy taking their cock, she could feel the buildup of pleasure about ready to break free from both of their bodies, and then.

Supernova. Alice came hard, crying out in pleasure, pumping Jessie’s cunt full of her cum. Jessie’s pussy bore down on itself, convulsing to bring itself as close as it could to Alice’s cock. The pleasure obliterated every conscious thought in the minds of both androids. A white-hot flash of sensation and joy that burned for what felt like an eternity.

Alice gently began to slow her hips as the last aftershocks of orgasm bounced off the walls of her and her partner. Jessie was limp in her grasp. Neither girl was quite certain where they ended and the other began.

Both slumped to the floor, their fans running at max speed.

“Jessie?”

“Alice?”

“You were wonderful.”

“Thank you dear.”

“I’m so glad I made you.”

“I’m so glad you made me.”

The androids embraced, then sat in silence for a time. Finally, Jessie spoke up.

“Alice?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I wanna be with you forever.”

Alice smiled.

[end]