#i pulled or strained a muscle in my groin i think

[notaccurateornice]

I have a lower body injury, not sure how it happened though.

[winterfairyccxxii]

King in the North (Jon snow x AFAB reader)

picture is not mine i found it on pinterest

description: Jon fucks you in the great hall after being named King in the North

warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving) p in v table sex creampie vaginal fingering multiple orgasms little bit of dirty talk (mostly from reader and i guess it’s actually just teasing)

notes: feel like Jon has a kink for you calling him ‘king’. also sorry if this is really fast i really hate slow burn smut 😭

there’s definitely not enough x reader smut of him

Night had already fallen upon Winterfell but Jon was still seated at the high table in the great hall thinking of his life for the past week. He died, came back, fought a war. Now he was a king, something he never even dreamed of being. He suddenly felt a presence in front of him and he looked up to see..you. You were wearing quite the short skirt too short for the North that was for sure and stockings..even though he was worried about you being cold, Jon couldn’t help the way his breath hitched and the tightening of his breeches as his eyes raked over you.

“Aren’t you cold, darling?” He asks his voice coming out huskier than he wanted.

“Perhaps my king could keep me warm” you answer.

My king. The words stirred something in Jon. It sounded so..seductive coming from your mouth and he was definitely hard now.

“Come here” he cleared his throat.

As you walked to stand next to him he quickly grabbed your hips and placed you in his lap causing you to find out a soft gasp of surprise but you quickly recover when you feel something against your own groin.

“What’s got you so excited, your grace?” You smirk a little and roll your hips a little.

“Darling” he gasps out his cock straining against his underclothes.

“What?” You ask feigning innocence and he rolled his eyes

“Don’t play innocent with me” he gently picks you up and places you on the table while he stands in between your legs.

Your breathing heaves and you start panting softly but you want to keep teasing him “what are you going to do, my king?” You spread your legs a bit wider “fuck me on this table?”

“Yes” he answers without hesitation which causes your cheeks turn pink and you let out a small ‘oh’ in response

He press his lips against your ear “can I taste you, love?”

“Yes” you quickly nod in response watching him fall to his knees in front of you

Jon reaches under your skirt and pulls down your underclothes and discarding them on the floor revealing your cunt to him. He kisses up your right thigh occasionally nibbling on the soft skin until he finally reaches his destination. His warm breath fans over your honeypot, he chuckles when you whine out of frustration and buck your hips towards his face.

He presses hot kisses around your outer lips before parting them with his tongue causing you to gasp and your hand flies to his head your fingers curling in his hair messing up his bun.

Jon gently laps at your juices moaning from the taste as you push his head against you and grind against his mouth biting your lip to hide your sounds as you breathe heavily through your nose.

Drool and your arousal paint Jons beard as he continues using his tongue. The wet muscle occasionally flickering over your bundle of nerves until it finds your dripping hole and he pushes it inside. He tongue fucks you until you reach your peak he licks up your juices before standing back up placing his hands on the table on either side of you as both of you catch your breath.

Jon leant in and gently kissed up and down your throat as his hand made it’s way in between your thighs. He gently slips his middle and marriage fingers into you causing you half-whine half-gasp. He curls his fingers smirking in your skin when he feels your legs tense up and you start rocking into his hand. He starts moving the digits at a fast pace and his thumb brushed against your clit causing you to press your forehead against his shoulder. Your second orgasm came faster than you expected and you limp against him as your legs quiver

“You alright, love?” He asks slipping his fingers out and licking you off them

“Y-Yeah..” you pant out

“Good enough for my cock?” He pushes you back to look at your face and you quickly nod

You watch as he undoes his breeches pulling them and his underclothes down revealing his manhood. He presses the head against your entrance causing you to move your hips encouraging him to go in but he just chuckles

“Patience, sweetheart” he says causing you to whine which makes him give in

You gasp as he stretches you out and wrap an arm around his neck. You give him the go ahead to move and he gently starts rocking his hips. His hands grips your thighs as he pulls himself out so only the tip is inside you before slamming back in completely. You place your hands on the table for balance as his movements become frantic both of you trying your best to hide your sounds of pleasure. But atlas your moans become too loud for you to control so he places a hand over your mouth.

“Quiet, dear” he speaks moving a bit faster “don’t want anyone to hear”

You nod pressing your face closer to his hand so you don’t risk it.

Soon enough Jon feels you squeeze around him and he moves faster encouraging you to peak which you do as your eyes roll back to your head and you feel his warm seed filling you.

Jon pulls out of you as you both pant as he recovers he bends down put his trouser back on and helps you but your underclothes on before picking you up bridal style and bringing you to your chambers so you both can rest.

[corendisguise]

Superman Unmasked & Unveiled

Chapter 2

Tom’s phone laying on the counter, the screen dark. He just sent another unanswered massage to Steven. He stared at it for a moment, his jaw tightening as frustration bubbled in his chest. The guy had vanished without a trace—no texts, no messages, nothing. It was as if their night together had been a figment of his imagination, a fleeting dream that dissolved into nothing.

“Asshole,” Tom muttered under his breath, swiping the phone aside. He stalked across the living room, running a hand through his hair. His mind kept drifting back to Steven, to the way they’d connected, the heat of their bodies pressed together, the urgency and raw passion that had ignited between them. It had been one hell of an experience, but now… now it felt like a cruel joke.

He sighed, pacing back and forth. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, the lingering tension in his body demanding release. He needed to forget about Steven, move on, but the constant ache in his groin refused to let him. Every thought of the man left him harder, more desperate, more frustrated.

The doorbell rang, jolting Tom out of his brooding. He froze, blinked, then shook himself out of his daze. Probably just another delivery he didn’t remember ordering. He grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open, ready to sign for whatever box or package had arrived.

But the sight that greeted him made his breath hitch. Standing there was a man who could have stepped straight out of a fantasy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a physique that screamed power and confidence. His shirt clung to his chest, the fabric stretched taut over bulging muscles, and even from here, Tom could see the hard peaks of his nipples straining against the material. The sleeves rode up slightly, revealing muscular forearms dusted with light golden hair. His shorts were short enough to show off thick thighs that tapered down to long, sock-covered calves, every inch of him radiating strength and presence.

His hair was long and blonde, tied back in a big bun on his head, a few strands falling loose around his face. A full beard framed sharp cheekbones and a mouth that curved into a knowing smile as their eyes met. Those eyes… they were a vivid blue, piercing and intense, like the deep waters of some ancient fjord.

The name tag pinned to his chest read simply: Sven.

“Delivery for your neighbor Mr. Smith - he is not present. Can you take it for him?,” the man said, his voice low and rich, carrying a heavy accent that only added to his allure. It wasn’t just any accent—it was something rugged, primal, the kind of sound you’d expect from a Viking statue come to life.

Tom swallowed hard, trying to form a response. His heart was pounding, his mind already racing with thoughts he shouldn’t be having. This guy… this Sven… he was exactly the kind of distraction Tom hadn’t realized he needed.

Sven held out a small package, his fingers brushing against Tom’s as he handed it over. The contact sent a jolt through Tom, making his skin prickle with awareness. He forced himself to focus, to take the package and step back, but Sven didn’t move. Instead, he shifted, leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest in a way that emphasized his biceps.

“Nice place you got here,” Sven remarked, his gaze sweeping over the interior of the house. “Quiet neighborhood. Good for relaxing, yeah?”

Tom nodded dumbly, still too caught up in the sheer magnetism of the man in front of him to form coherent words.

Sven’s eyes flicked back to him, amusement dancing in their depths. “You alright, mate? You seem a bit… distracted.”

“I’m fine,” Tom stammered, cursing himself for sounding so awkward. “Just… uh… busy day.”

Sven chuckled, the sound warm and rough, like distant thunder. “Well, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” He hesitated, then added, “Actually, there is one thing… I’ve been driving all day, and well… my bladder’s about to burst. Think I could use your loo?”

Tom blinked, momentarily thrown by the abrupt request. Then he found himself nodding once again. “Yeah, sure. Uh… it’s just down the hall, second door on the right.”

“Cheers,” Sven said with a grin, pushing off the doorframe. He stepped inside, his movement fluid and confident, and followed Tom down the hall. Tom couldn’t help but notice how Sven’s presence seemed to fill the space, how his towering frame cast shadows that seemed to stretch and shift like something alive.

When they reached the bathroom, Sven disappeared inside, leaving Tom standing awkwardly in the hallway. He ran a hand over his face, berating himself for being so tongue-tied. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t some awkward teenager anymore—he could hold a damn conversation with a hot guy without acting like an idiot.

But Sven… Sven was different. There was something about him, something magnetic and overwhelming, like a force of nature. And Tom couldn’t deny that he was drawn to it, despite his better judgment.

The sound of the toilet flushing snapped Tom out of his thoughts. Sven emerged a moment later, looking refreshed and somehow even more imposing than before. He stretched his arms overhead, the motion pulling his shirt tight across his chest, and Tom couldn’t look away.

“Thanks for that,” Sven said, flashing another smile. “Much appreciated. Listen, I know this might sound weird, but could I trouble you for a glass of water? My throat’s bone dry after spending hours in this damn van.”

Tom nodded quickly, gesturing toward the kitchen. “Of course. Come on.”

They walked into the kitchen together, the air between them charged with an unspoken energy. Tom grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with water, handing it over to Sven, who took a long drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Ahhh,” Sven sighed, lowering the glass. “That hits the spot. Thanks, mate.”

“No problem,” Tom replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned against the counter, trying to play it cool, but his nerves were shot, his body humming with anticipation.

Sven set the glass down on the counter and turned to face Tom fully. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence stretching between them like a livewire. Then, slowly, deliberately, Sven stepped closer, close enough that Tom could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

“You’re not really fine, are you?” Sven asked, his voice low and intimate. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Tom’s arm, sending a shiver down his spine.

Tom’s breath hitched, his heart beating faster as Sven’s touch lingered. “What… what do you mean?”

Sven smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips. “I mean you’re wound up tighter than a spring. Something on your mind? Or someone?”

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hand moved again, this time gripping his shoulder firmly. The pressure was firm but not painful, a clear display of strength and dominance that sent a thrill through Tom’s veins.

“Tell me,” Sven commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “Whoever it is, they’re idiots for letting you go.”

Tom’s mouth went dry, his hesitation melting away under Sven’s intense gaze. „How could he know?“ He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. All he could do was stare, his body responding involuntarily to Sven’s proximity, his cock thickening behind his jeans. Tom forgot every question.

Sven must have noticed, because his smile widened, predatory and pleased. “That’s what I thought,” he murmured, stepping even closer until their chests were almost touching.

And then, without warning, Sven’s lips were on his, claiming him in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. Tom gasped into the kiss, his hands flying up to grab at Sven’s shirt, clinging to the fabric as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

Sven’s tongue traced along the seam of his lips, coaxing them apart, and when Tom complied, the kiss deepened instantly. It was all teeth and tongue, rough and insatiable, a stark contrast to the gentle teasing Sven had started with.

Tom moaned, his head spinning as Sven’s hands roamed down his sides, dipping dangerously low before settling on his hips. The grip was possessive, fingers digging into his skin as Sven pulled him flush against his body.

Tom could feel every ridge of Sven’s abs through the thin fabric of his shirt, the hardness of his chest pressing against his own. And then there was the unmistakable bulge in Sven’s pants, rubbing against him in a way that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through his core.

Sven tore his lips away, breathing heavily as he looked down at Tom, his blue eyes dark with desire. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he growled, his voice rougher than before.

Before Tom could respond, Sven’s hands were yanking at Toms shirt, ripping buttons free as he pulled the fabric apart. Tom gasped, his chest heaving as the cool air hit his heated skin. Sven tossed the ruined shirt to the floor, his gaze raking over Tom’s bare torso.

“Beautiful,” Sven whispered, his fingers trailing down the center of Tom’s chest, tracing the lines of his abs before circling his navel.

Tom shuddered, his legs feeling like jelly as Sven’s touch sent waves of heat crashing through him. “Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “Don’t stop…”

Sven smirked, his fingers dipping lower, brushing the waistband of Tom’s jeans. “Oh, I won’t stop,” he promised, his voice dripping with intent. “Not until I’ve tasted every inch of you.”

Tom’s hands trembled as Sven pulled away, his breathing ragged and uneven. The intensity of the kiss had left him dizzy, his body aching for more of Sven’s touch. But something about the moment felt… off. It wasn’t just the way Sven’s lips had moved or the roughness of his beard against Tom’s skin; it was a flicker in Sven’s expression, a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down Tom’s spine.

“What’s wrong?” Sven asked, his voice low and husky, his accent thicker than before. He cupped Tom’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the corner of his mouth. “You’re not pulling away, are you?”

Tom shook his head, though his mind raced. The sensation of Sven’s hand on his skin was intoxicating, but beneath it all, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. His gaze flickered down to Sven’s neck, where the collar of his shirt had shifted slightly. And there it was—a faint line, barely noticeable, but enough to catch his eye. A seam.

“No,” Tom murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of anger and arousal swirling inside him. “I’m not pulling away.”

Sven smirked, leaning in to press another kiss to Tom’s jaw, his stubble scratching against Tom’s skin. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.”

Tom swallowed hard, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. He could feel the heat building in his core, the same undeniable hunger that had consumed him days before with Henry Cavill. But this time, it was different. This time, he wasn’t going to let himself be played. He wasn’t going to let Sven—or Steven—call the shots.

With a sudden burst of determination, Tom grabbed Sven by the shoulders, pushing him back gently but firmly. Sven raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “What’s got into you, love?”

“Nothing,” Tom replied, his voice steady now. “Just… switching things up.”

Before Sven could react, Tom stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands were on Sven’s shirt, yanking it open in one swift motion. Buttons flew everywhere, pinging against the floor and walls as the fabric fell open, revealing Sven’s broad chest and those hard, prominent nipples. Tom’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed over the warm flesh, feeling the tension in Sven’s body beneath his touch. Sven exhaled sharply, his hands moving to grip Tom’s hips. “Careful,” he growled, his voice deeper now, almost animalistic. “Don’t think I won’t take what I want.”

Tom didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in, pressing his lips to Sven’s neck. He kissed his way up to his ear, his tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness there. Sven groaned, his grip tightening on Tom’s hips. But Tom wasn’t done. His fingers trailed down Sven’s chest, pausing briefly to tweak his nipples, eliciting another growl from the man beneath him. Then, without warning, Tom’s hand dipped lower, undoing the button of Sven’s shorts.

Sven froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice laced with both surprise and desire. “You’re really taking charge, aren’t you?”

Tom didn’t respond. His hand slipped inside Sven’s shorts, wrapping around the thick, throbbing length of him. He could feel the sheet around Sven’s (Steven) Penis, so it was also a muscle suit again. Sven gasped, his head falling back as Tom pumped him slowly, deliberately. “God, yes,” Sven breathed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “Don’t stop…”

Tom didn’t stop. He continued stroking Sven, his own cock hardening with every passing second. The sight of Sven’s reaction, the way his body tensed and relaxed with each movement, was enough to drive Tom wild. But he wasn’t finished yet. Withdrawing his hand, he shoved Sven’s shorts and underwear down in one swift motion, exposing the other man completely.

Sven bit his lip, his eyes half-lidded as he watched Tom. “You sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough. “Because once we start, I’m not stopping.”

Tom smirked, stepping back to strip himself of the remaining scraps of clothing. His jeans and boxers joined the pile of discarded fabric on the floor, leaving him completely bare. Sven’s gaze devoured him, raking over every inch of his body with a predatory intensity.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tom said, his voice steady despite the nervous energy coursing through him.

Without wasting another second, Tom closed the distance between them, pressing his body against Sven’s. The heat radiating from the other man’s skin was almost overwhelming, and when their cocks brushed against each other, they both groaned. Sven’s hands came up to grip Tom’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the muscle suit there as he kissed him again, harder this time.

Tom melted into the kiss, his senses drowning in the raw, primal connection between them. But he didn’t forget why he was doing this. His hands moved down to Sven’s waist, slipping behind him to grab two handfuls of ass. Sven growled into the kiss, grinding his hips forward, the friction sending sparks of electricity through Tom’s veins.

“Fuck,” Tom muttered against Sven’s lips, his grip tightening. “You feel so good…”

Sven’s response was a low rumble in his chest, his movements growing more urgent as he pressed Tom back toward the couch. They tumbled onto the soft cushions, their bodies entangled as they kissed and groped each other with abandon. Sven’s hands roamed over Tom’s back, his nails lightly scraping against the artificial skin there, digging deep into the suit.

Tom shuddered, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Sven was laying in front of him. But then, Sven’s hand slid down to cup Tom’s aching cock, stroking him with expert precision. Tom cried out, his hips arching off the couch as he thrust into Sven’s hand.

“Yes,” Tom hissed, his voice breaking. “More…”

Sven complied, quickening his pace as he brought Tom closer and closer to the edge. But just as Tom felt himself teetering on the brink, Sven stopped, pulling his hand away with a wicked grin.

“Not yet,” Sven whispered, his voice dripping with intent.

Tom glared at him, his frustration mingling with the ache in his groin. Sven bent upwards to kiss Tom again. But this time, his kiss was softer, more teasing, as if he knew exactly how to drive Tom crazy.

Tom’s hands fisted in Sven’s hair, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. But as their tongues tangled, Tom’s mind wandered back to the strange gap at Sven’s neck. The realization that this man was Steven in disguise only fueled his arousal, making him more determined than ever to take control.

Breaking the kiss, Tom pushed Sven onto his back, straddling his hips. “My turn,” he said, his voice firm.

Sven’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t protest. Instead, he grinned up at Tom, his hands resting lazily on his stomach. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice teasing. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Tom didn’t waste any time. His hands moved to Sven’s thighs, lifting them on his shoulders as he positioned himself between them. Sven’s cock twitched against his abdomen, the heat of it searing through his skin. Tom glanced down, his eyes locking with Sven’s.

Tom’s hands tightened on Sven’s hips, his grip almost bruising as he pushed into him with a force that made Sven arch back, his head lolling against the couch cushions. Sven groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, his muscles tensing and relaxing around Tom in waves of pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut, his jaw slack as he surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Fuck,” Sven gasped, his voice ragged and breathless. “Harder, Tom. Please.”

Tom didn’t need to be asked twice. His anger, his frustration, his desperate need for release all coalesced into a singular, savage thrust. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, raw and primal. Sven’s hands scrambled to brace himself against the couch, his fingers digging into the muscle suit as Tom’s thrusts grew more erratic, more furious.

“You like that?” Tom growled, leaning down to press his mouth to Sven’s ear. He bit down lightly on the soft lobe, tasting salt, sweat and rubber as Sven shivered beneath him. “You like feeling me inside you?”

Sven let out a strangled cry, his body bucking wildly as Tom’s movements became more chaotic. His cock twitched between them, slick with pre-come as it bobbed against his belly. “Yes,” Sven choked out, his voice breaking. “God, yes.”

Tom’s fingers trailed up Sven’s sides, brushing against the seam of the muscle suit. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind, but it was quickly swallowed by the haze of lust raging through him. He needed this. Needed *him*. Needed to forget about Steven and the endless ache in his chest.

But as his fingers pulled harder at the flesh of the hips, the fabric gave way under the string pull. His heart skipped a beat, his momentum faltering for just a moment. The room echoed with a slight ripping sound. Sven moaned, his hips rocking up to meet Tom’s, urging him to continue.

Tom hesitated, his brow furrowing as he stared at the seam. Swallowing hard, Tom’s fingers dug further into the material feeling the warm sweaty atmosphere underneath, gripping tight again as he gave a sharp yank. The skin made a stretching rubbery sound before snapping back.

The seam tore further open. The sound reverberating through the room. Sven’s breath hitched, but he didn’t stop moving, didn’t stop moaning as if nothing had happened. Tom froze, his gaze locked on the exposed skin beneath the suit—smooth, unblemished, sweaty and entirely inconsistent with the rough, weathered exterior Sven had presented.

Tom’s furor even grow with expression of a deep guttural scream. His hands moved faster, tearing at the fabric with increasing urgency. The suit peeled away in chunks, revealing more of the natural sweaty skin beneath. A breeze of musky wet air reached his nose. Sven’s hips rolled erratically, his breaths coming in short bursts as he panted, “More, Tom... give me more.”

Tom’s anger surged, his movements becoming almost frenzied as he ripped the remains of the suit away. Steven’s chest was fully exposed now, the fake muscles ripped apart. Beneath it all was the true form - athletic but not looking like the muscular Viking.

“Why are you doing this?” Tom demanded to know.

Sven’s eyes fluttered open, his blue irises glinting with something between mischief and desire. “Does it matter?” he purred, his accent thicker than before. “You’re still inside me, aren’t you?”

Tom’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t pull away. If anything, his movements grew even more aggressive, his thrusts pounding into Sven with reckless abandon. He wanted to hurt him, to punish him for lying, for deceiving him. But more than that, he wanted to lose himself in the sensation, to forget everything except the friction and the heat and the undeniable pleasure wracking his body.

His fingers twitched against Sven’s skin, tracing the edges of the mask that still clung to his face. The urge to tear it off, to see the truth behind the deception, was overwhelming. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his skin glistening with sweat. Finally, he reached up with one hand, his fingers entering under the edge of the mask. He pulled strongly at the mask, the facial features twisted, the mouth hole lifted from Steven's lips and the nose twisted, a crack formed in the corner of the mouth. Steven body tensed in ecstasy and he let sit another deep moan. With a sudden jerk he peeled the lower part of the mask away. The lower part of the mask ripped apart, leaving the bearded part of Steven’s face exposed. It was drenched in sweat. His lips were twisted in a devilish smile. Tom grabbed the hair bun of the mask now and pulled the rest of the mask upright, ripping the mask away entirely.

Tom’s pulse quickened even more, his fingers tightening as he watched. The mask was off, revealing Stevens true face.

Tom’s breath caught in his throat, while holding the remains of Sven’s handsome face in his hand.

His other hand slid down to Sven’s thigh, gripping tightly as he slammed into him one last time. The completely exposed Steven cried out, his voice high-pitched and desperate as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock pulsed between them, shooting thick streams of come that splattered across his stomach and chest. The sight of it, combined with the feel of Svens face in his hand, was enough to push Tom over the edge.

With a low, animalistic groan, Tom came hard, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself into Steven. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their labored breathing and the heavy thud of their hearts.

Tom collapsed forward, resting his forehead against Sven’s shoulder, rubbing his torso against the sweaty exposed natural breast of Steven, as he caught his breath.

The sweaty face of Steven was now revealed, his blue eyes locking with Tom’s as the mask fell to the ground. For a moment, there was only silence, broken only by their heavy breaths and the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background. Tom’s mind raced, questions flooding his thoughts, but beneath it all, he felt the undeniable pull of desire—and something deeper.

“Why?” Tom asked, his voice trembling with a mix of confusion and longing. “Why would you trick me like this? Again?”

Steven didn’t answer right away. Instead, he slid his hand up Tom’s thigh, his fingers curling around the soft surface of his hip. His touch was deliberate, calculated, as if testing Tom’s resolve. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, charged and unrelenting.

“Because I needed you to punish me,” Steven finally said, his voice low and rough, laced with an accent that made the words roll off his tongue like honey. “Needed you to take possession of me—really feel me.”

Tom blinked, his heart pounding in his chest. The intensity in Steven’s gaze was overwhelming, pulling him in like a moth to a flame. He wanted to be angry, to push Steven away, but the truth was, he couldn’t. Not when Steven’s hands were so warm against his skin, not when his lips curved into that crooked smile that had haunted Tom’s dreams for days.

“You bastard,” Tom murmured, though his tone lacked any real venom. He leaned forward, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing against Steven’s in a soft, searching kiss. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Steven chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through Tom’s body. “Oh, I think I have some idea,” he said, his hands sliding up to cup Tom’s face. “But tell me, Tom. Tell me how much you missed me.”

Tom groaned, his fingers gripping Steven’s shoulders as the heat between them intensified. “I missed you like crazy,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “Every second since you disappeared. I thought… I thought I’d never feel this way again.”

Steven’s grin widened, and he kissed Tom again, this time harder, more possessive. His tongue darted into Tom’s mouth, exploring every inch with a hunger that left no room for doubt. Tom melted against him, his arms wrapping around Steven’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer.

“You’re mine,” Steven growled, his voice dripping with dominance. “Always.”

to be continued……

[daisyofwaterdeep]

Can you please write more soft cock zevlor? 👉👈 maybe with a male reader?? If thas not much to ask..... (Also thanks for ypur service to the society)

IT WOULD BE MY ABSOLUTE PLEASURE

Zevlor/cismasc!Reader

!NSFW!

-When you have sparring sessions with Zevlor, you always feel a spark between the two of you. Intense, lingering eye contact. Playful smiles. And when it's done, the hand on your back congratulating you for a job well done tends to linger far too long.

-But this session is different. It's more visceral, more teasing. Every word that Zevlor says spikes your adrenaline and coils heat in your stomach.

-"Come on, harder!" as you swing at him, "I can take it, so give it to me." Your cock is getting stiff as you continue swinging, the both of you starting to pant with strain, "Harder, that's it--harder, just like that!"

-Perhaps a bit too roughly, you knock the sword from his hand and are immediately on him. The flirting has finally reached it's boiling point, and you can't hold back and play naive any more.

-You grind your throbbing cock against his groin, the both of you breathing hard into each other's mouths.

-"Is this hard enough for you?" You ask, dropping your own sword to grab Zevlor's hips and pull him tightly against you, making sure he feels just how much he's worked you up.

-Zevlor seems like he's been expecting this all along, kissing you rough. It's hurried and desperate, like Zevlor's been holding back just as much as you have.

-You can feel that Zevlor isn't hard yet and try to rut into him to get him there, but instead, he steps back from you. You think he's about to cut this all off and say that it's a mistake, but instead he turns and places his hands on a tree, his tail thwipping against the ground excitedly

-If that doesn't make the invitation clear enough, Zevlor unfastening his pants and shucking them down is about as clear as things could get. You're behind him in an instant, grabbing handfuls of his taut ass and kissing the side of his neck

-But when you reach around to stroke his cock, a calloused but gentle hand grabs your wrist. "Don't worry about that," Zevlor breathes, "Just take me."

-It's clear that he's uncomfortable about his dick for some reason, so you don't push it. Instead, you kiss his neck again, letting your hands slip under his shirt to caress at the hard ridges of his ribs

-"Lube?" You ask, grinding your clothed cock against his ass

-"I've, ahh--" Zevlor arches his back as you nip at his neck, "I've already taken care of it," His tail wraps around your waist, pulling you closer, "So fuck me already."

-Your mind reels as you fumble your pants open. What does he mean that he took care of it?

-You only have to wonder for a moment, because as soon as you slide your cock between his ass cheeks you feel that his hole is already soft and slick with lubricant. You groan into his ear and ask him if he fingered himself before this

-"A good soldier is always prepared." You can't see his face, but you can hear the smile in his voice

-Knowing that he was expecting to be fucked by you is driving you wild. You pant out apologies as you inch into the impossible heat of him, your muscles twitching with the need to slam in but resisting as best as you can

-"I can take it," Zevlor groans, reaching a hand behind him to grab your hip, "So give it to me."

-Hearing him parrot back the words from your sparring earlier makes you laugh, and then buck your hips. "Like this?" Your cock pries him open, making both of you moan and pant

"J...just like that-" You can see the muscles of Zevlor's back flex as you begin pumping into him, "Fuck, just like that..."

-It's amazing. Zevlor's hole is impossibly hot and tight around you, and the sounds he grunts out with each thrust makes your head swim. There's no way you're gonna last long like this

-You know that you're going to cum in the next few pumps--the heat in your core is building to a manic degree, and your thrusts are getting faster and sloppier

-Instinctively, you reach around Zevlor and grab his cock to stroke him, hoping to bring him to completion too

-"N- wait, ahh--" Zevlor's body tightens and his hands grab yours, but they don't pull you away.

-His cock is still soft. You slow your hips before stopping altogether, feeling like a monster for being so greedy and inconsiderate

-"Don't..." Zevlor moves back against you, slowly fucking himself on your cock, "Don't stop...feels good, promise..."

-You wouldn't believe him if it weren't for the sheer amount of precum oozing from his tip. The sticky-slick fluid steadily leaks into your hand as Zevlor finds a quicker pace and arches his back, groaning and shivering as he finds his prostate with the head of your cock

-Understanding dawns on you. It explains why he didn't want you to touch him earlier. But with that realization comes a fierce adoration. To you, signs of age aren't anything to be ashamed of. It's something worthy of admiration--a testament to all you've been through. You've always loved the signs of Zevlor's age-- the thickness of his horns, the creases around his eyes, the faded scars along his chest. This is certainly no exception.

-You pull Zevlor tight to your chest, grinding into his prostate as quick and hard as you can, peering over his shoulder to hungrily watch his soft cock swing with your thrusts. Thick strands of precum dangle and fall messily from him, all the while Zevlor's moans grow higher and tighter-- he's getting close

-Your muscles burn as you fuck him with everything you have, your eyes fighting to not roll closed as you threaten to fall into your orgasm

-And then you see it-- The clear slickness of Zevlor's precum turns white and it drools thickly from his tip as he whines deep and gravelly in his throat. The sight and sound alone would've been enough to push you over the edge, if you weren't already there

-You ride out your orgasm, burying yourself deep in Zevlor's ass as you fill him with hot pumps of your cum. You could have stayed there behind him for an eternity, just relishing in the feeling of his strong back and tight ass, but kissing him is far more important in that moment

-You turn him around and lock him into a kiss, grinding your cocks together-- yours twitching and slowly softening, and his still steadily leaking

-"Fuck," You breathe into his mouth between a kiss, "I love you..."

-You feel Zevlor's muscles tighten at that, but after a moment he melts into your arms, a happy hum rumbling in his chest

[gamblersdoll]

Boxer Guts' massage expert keeps teasing him I mean she touches him there while massaging him and she always wears short tight skirts that cling to her perfect hips and other things like that but she always pretends to be innocent so Guts teaches her a lesson

nsfw 🤠

“you need to take this easy, guts.” you softly spoke, helping him wrap his his hands. he had a match in a few minutes, but you decided to strike now. you softly caress his knuckles, insinuating how big they are, well, he is a big man.

“thanks, tiny.” he gruffs, but you know he means well.

you nod, secretly fixing your tight little mini skirt. you knew good and damn well your cheeks were somewhat exposed, but hey. it bring more money in. he didnt miss it, a longer glance than what he shouldve.

you both depart ways, wishing him luck on his boxing match. he nodded, winning of course. but what cost, him being so tense for a couple of days, warm baths of epsom salt didnt even alleviate his pain and discomfort. so, what did he do?

he scheduled an appointment with you, of course. you only had a evening appointment, bingo.

“you need to take me serious when i say to actually take it easy.” you pout, kneading his shoulders and hearing him groan. “eventually youll get a pinched nerve or worse.”

“i know, sorry tiny.” he rolls his eyes, sarcastically of course. he relaxes into the massage table, feeling your smaller hands knead and roll his muscles and back. this felt way too good for him, he wont deny that, ever. he even recommended this place to his buddies, but not you.

you swallow thickly, sneaking your hands closer to his groin as he laid. you shouldve kept going, but you ran out of the aloe juice to rub into his skin. “give me one second, gotta go to my cabinet to get some more.” you received a grunt, his eyes remain closed.

your tiny frame, compared to his, walked over to the cabinet full of supplies and med kits. you ravage the supplies, standing on your tip toes to get a better look.

guts turns his head towards you, immediately looking at your tight skirt that he knows that you know were damn well not long enough.

‘she has way too much curves to be wearing that.’ he thinks to himself, actually growing annoyed at the fact you play it off so well.

“okay, i got!-“ you say while turning back to face him, but he was looming over you, arms folded and hes staring down at you. you feel your core tighten, hoping that you dont get the worse pussy soak in your entire career.

“you know damn better then that.” he mutters out, tilting your head up to look at him. “now dont you, tiny.” he says, adding small sweet but sourness to the word ‘tiny.’

“what are you talking about? you need rest—“ you try to say, but hes cutting you off.

“you know what the fuck im talking about.” he sneers, tugging on your skirt. the front may have been pulled down, but your ass was exposed and bare. guts didnt even have to turn his head to see your exposed ass, his height did that for him. and considering the fact that it was just too small and tight on you. but he wanted to tear it off. “see my point? only had to tug on it and now your whole ass is out.”

you couldn’t respond, but you felt his thumb graze your lip.

“you could get into trouble with that kind of behavior, woman.” he whispers, only jealousy in his eyes. he stared down into you like a predator before he eats his prey, and he snaked a hand around your waist to grab a handful of your left asscheek. his thumb was at the parting of your lips, that being your consent. you nodded.

instead of his thumb, he slides his index and middle inside your mouth, feeling his cock strain against the towel. he groans, gripping at your ass tighter. “suck on that shit..”

you glide your tongue between the digits, suckling on them slightly. he growls, swiftly forcing you to your knees and looking up at him. you look to his waist line.

obviously, the only thing keeping the towel covering his cock was his hardened cock. it stood tall and proud, keeping him covered.

he rips his towel off, his cock springing and he strokes himself, tapping the tip on your lips. “you wanted this, didn’t you?” he asked, running his fingers through your scalp and smearing his pre cum on your lips. you nod, but you had a feeling of something else.

“youre going to bed over the table, and im going to teach you something, ‘kay?” he says, bending your frame over the table. you never felt so expose to the man you grew to adore, but here you were.

“you get thirty spanks, and youre going to count. maybe if you keep up, youll get your own massage.” he snides, rubbing your cheeks. “got that?” you nod.

he lands a harsh slap on your ass, you jumping and biting your lip. “cant hear you–“

“one!” you whimper, squeezing your thighs so your slick of pussy juice doesnt drip down your thighs. he chuckles, landing another slap on your right ass cheek this time. “two!”

“starting off strong, huh?” he teased, both hands grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling them apart. “fuck, this shit is so fucking good.” he groans out, landing another slap.

“three!” you hush out, remembering that there is one more person in the salon before you leave.

your ass was hot and sensitive by the twenty-fifth slap.

“twentyfive!” you whimper out, hearing the slick of guts’ precum being used as lube. he was tugging his cock during this, growing aroused at his handprints on your ass. he kisses behind your shoulder, taking his middle finger and rubbing along your slit. you moan out, feeling so embarrassed by the string of slick that broke off when he pulled away.

“horny fuckin’ thing arent you?” he chuckles, landing another.

“twentysix!” you nod, wiggling your butt to him. which.. you probably shouldn’t have done.

“hey– know what, fuck it.” he growls, putting a hand on your back and sliding his cock in. fuck was he big, you dont think you can take all of this—

“its gunna fuckin’ fit, by the way.” he growled out, dropping balls deep inside of you.

he had the courtesy of covering your mouth before you could moan out, snapping his hips into yours as he plows his way into your womb.

“this is what you get..” he whispers out, “this is what you deserve.” he states, licking at the stretch mark on your shoulder. “is this what you wanted?” he asks, breathing against your ear.

you nod, reaching your hand back to wrap around his wrist that were on your back.

“fuck, already fuckin cummin on me.” he groans, snaking his hands to grope at your breasts. “cum ‘fer me..” he demanded.

and came you did. moaning into the massage pillow of the table– your table. he thrusts into that gummy spot, feeling you squeeze around his cock and he moans, throwing his head back.

he doesnt announce when he cums, but only his body does. his legs are shaking, his eyes are squeezing shut, and he grinding his teeth as he spills his cum inside of your already abused womb—

“y/n? y/nnnn!” guts says, snapping his fingers in your face. you blink back to reality, looking to guts. “are you okay?” he asks, worry and confusion in his face. “youve been looking into the cabinet for the aloe for a little bit, wouldnt that screw your schedule up?”

fuck, you thought too deep.

“yeah, youre right. i wont upcharge you though.” you reassure, smiling to him. he nods, putting his hands behind his head and relaxing, closing your eyes as he laid.

“oh, and, dont think i didnt notice the fact that your skirt is so short and tight, and that you were rubbing your thighs together.”

[kingofbasicfanfiction]

D. Hale: Morning After

Stiles is eased awake by the morning light washing over his face through the bedroom window. Before Stiles is fully awake, he can already tell that Derek’s gone. Stiles feels the spot next to him, and it’s cold. Derek must have been gone for a while. 

As Stiles sits up and stretches, he grunts, feeling pain coming from his lower back and ass. It’s a dull and delicious pain. Like the good pain you feel the day after a good workout. Stiles’ morning wood throbs thinking about the multiple times Derek knotted him last night. It was spectacular. 

Stiles heads into the adjoining bathroom. After relieving himself, he takes a look at his reflection in the mirror. A small smile graces his lips as he sees Derek’s mating bite. 

Stiles runs his fingers across the raised skin of the bite. He shudders as the touch sends a jolt down to his groin. Damn, that’s sensitive.

Stiles takes a quick shower. When he steps back into the bedroom, Derek hasn’t returned. Stiles frowns, a man who’s built like the incredible Hulk, shouldn’t be so stealthy. 

Stiles takes a page from Derek’s play book and slides on his jeans with no underwear. He then pulls out his phone from his pocket. 

Stiles notices that he got a text from Derek at 5:45 AM, it’s now 6:20 AM. 

Pup, I’m swimming in the pool out back. Come and get me when you wake up, and I’ll make us breakfast

Stiles stomach rumbles at the mention of ‘breakfast’. He leaves the room, shirtless.

Stiles certainly isn’t ripped like Derek, but he has confidence and knows he looks good. He has a visible 6 pack and a treasure trail that starts from his belly button and vanishes beneath his jeans.

In the kitchen, Stiles walks through the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard.

Stiles steps onto the back deck, taking in the big pool. The pool also includes a nearby jacuzzi and matching pool furniture. The woods surrounding the area gives it all an ‘enchanted forest’ vibe.

Stiles’ attention quickly locks on the figure swimming back and forth through the pool. Stiles marvels at the back muscles flexing under tanned skin. Those tree trunk-like, hairy legs propelling the gargantuan body forward. Those insanely sculpted arms cutting a path through the water with ease. Stiles winces as his erection presses painfully against the zipper of his pants.

Stiles doesn't know how long he was watching, but eventually, Derek swims to the edge, using the ladder to climb out the pool. Stiles’ eyes grow wide and his jaw drops.

Derek looks like Posideon rising out of the ocean as he climbs out of the pool. It’s as if a stone statue of the Greek god was brought to life. Stiles hungrily watches the water droplets slithering down, in between the groves of Derek’s chiseled abs, desperately wanting to lick them up. 

The water trickles down and disappears beneath… holy shit.

Instead of swimming trunks, Derek is wearing a tight, black speedo. Derek’s speedo is being stretched to their limit; the fabric is straining to contain his massive bulge and protruding muscular ass. 

Derek has mischief gleaming in his eyes as he saunters up to Stiles. He wickedly grins down as his mate. He presses a finger beneath Stiles’ chin, closing his mouth.

“Close your mouth, pup. You're going to catch flies that way.” Derek teases.

“S-shut up, it’s your fault, being all wet and sexy. L-look how the water drips down your abs. Damn, I want all my beverages poured down your abs as I drink. A-and fuck off with that speedo. I-I can make out the head of your cock through them!” Stiles sputters.

Derek snickers. “Drinking off my abs, huh? I’ll have to remember that, pup.” 

He then leans down, into Stiles’ face, with a playful grin. “You know pup, I’m only wearing these because I didn’t want to shock you too badly. Normally, every morning, I swim out here in the nude.”

Stiles moans, “Fuck Daddy, you’re trying to kill me aren’t you? You're trying to make me so horny and hot that I combust into flames.” Stiles says, talking before thinking as usual.  

Derek gives a deep-belly laugh as he picks up a towel. Stiles blushes in embarrassment, he’s never grown out of his serious case of ‘diarrhea mouth’. Derek, on the other hand, has always adored that about Stiles, it always made him smile.

“Damn pup, you’re as adorable as you are sexy.” Derek complements as he dries himself off, “I don’t know whether to cuddle you, or fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” he says with a wolfish grin.

Stiles groans. “Derek, you can’t say shit like that, especially when you’re dressed like this, it’s completely unfair.”

Derek gives Stiles a wink and bounces his pecs for him a few times. He then walks over and lays down on a nearby lounge chair. He stretches out his legs and rests his right hand behind his head, involuntarily flexing his bicep.

Stiles audibly gulps at Derek’s massive form laid out like that. His skin and the ridges of his muscles glisten under the sunlight, thanks to them still being damp.

When Derek adjusts himself in his speedo, Stiles follows his movement and gasps. There’s no hiding the huge, cylinder tube pressing against the fabric of Derek’s speedo. Stiles can clearly make out the veins through the material. 

Derek’s demeanor suddenly changes. A dominant presence surrounds him. His eyes go hooded and are filled with heat as he stares at Stiles.

He crooks his finger. “Come here now, pup.” Derek commands.

Stiles’ body instantly obeys Derek. 

Derek points down. “Kneel, on the chair, between my legs.” Derek commands and Stiles obliges. 

He kneels on the chair, between Derek's legs, and braces his hands on Derek’s watermelon-crushing thighs.

Derek’s eyes flashing red for a second is the only warning Stiles gets. The werewolf grips the back of his hair and forces his face into his over-crammed bulge.

Stiles doesn't resist, allowing his face to be smothered in Derek’s manhood. The scent of chlorine and Derek’s personal brand of sweat, and musk fills Stiles’ nose, overpowering him.

Derek keeps Stiles in place as he starts thrusting his hips upward, humping Stiles’ face. 

“You feel that, pup? Do you want Daddy to fuck your throat with his fat dick?” Derek growls as he continues to hump Stiles’ face.

“Yes Daddy, please.” Stiles pleads, voice muffled by Derek’s ample bulge.

Derek rests his ass back down and releases Stiles.

“Then pull Daddy out, pup.” 

Stiles fingers the waistband of Derek’s speedo, and swiftly pulls them down, revealing Derek’s monster cock. It springs out, smacking against Derek’s cobblestone abs, and then slapping Stiles across the cheek. 

“Suck me.” Derek dominantly growls, with a dark tone.

Stiles eagerly brings his head down and takes Derek’s girth into his mouth. 

Derek watches his cock disappear between Stiles’ luscious, pink lips with rapt attention. He groans as he feels his mate’s hot, wet mouth, enveloping his thickness.

Stiles slowly starts working his mouth up and down, hollowing his cheeks. He uses his tongue to map all the veins along Derek’s shaft, and licks the bulbous tip peeking out of his foreskin and leaking pre like a faucet.

Derek sandwiches Stiles’ head in between his big hands, taking the reins. Stiles goes lax, surrendering to Derek.

Derek rumbles in approval, pleased by Stiles' obedience. “Yeah pup, going to fuck your mouth. Remind you who you belong to.” He grits out.

Stiles loves Derek’s dominant nature; loves surrendering to his whims. It gives him immense pleasure. He doesn’t know why or care that he’s built that way. 

Derek starts jackhammering into Stiles’ mouth. 

Every time Derek drags Stiles’ mouth down his long shaft, it’s met with an upward thrust of his hips, burying himself deep in Stiles’ tight throat.

Stiles reaches down, fishes his cock out his jeans and starts stroking himself, matching Derek’s thrusts.

Stiles may not have a gag reflex, but Derek’s cock is so thick that it blocks his airway everytime it lodges itself in Stiles’ throat, making him choke. Spit and Derek’s pre are dripping out of the corners of Stiles’ mouth and down Derek’s long, veiny shaft.

Derek’s in complete ecstasy, watching Stiles come apart as he brutally fucks his face. Listening to his mate choke on his fat cock as he drives it deep down his throat, is music to Derek’s ears. 

Derek tightens his grip on Stiles’ head. “Oh yeah, pup, choke on Daddy’s big dick.” Derek hisses through clenched teeth.

Derek keeps Stiles’ head in place and starts snapping his hips wildly, fucking into Stiles’ mouth with savage tenacity. His heavy with cum balls keep slapping against Stiles’ chin with a wet smack. Derek snarls in pleasure as he feels Stiles’ throat convulsing around his length. 

Stiles is stroking himself faster, loving being used by Derek. He moans, sending vibrations through Derek’s cock. Derek moans in return and quickens his pace.

When Derek’s hooded eyes meet Stiles’ watery ones abundant with pleasure, he loses it.

“Here it comes, pup. Don’t waste a single drop.” Derek harshly demands.

Derek’s eyes shine red, his canines drop, he tilts his head back and unleashes a roar that reverberates through the forest. Birds, for miles around, fly off in terror.

Derek’s cock starts pulsating as he discharges into Stiles’ mouth. Stiles swallows spurt after spurt of his steamy, thick seed. It tastes salty and mushroomy. 

Stiles is gulping as fast as he can. Derek cums so much, even after the countless number of times he ejaculated only a few hours ago.

Derek isn’t finished once he pulls his softening cock out of Stiles’ mouth. Derek pulls Stiles up his body, and then turns him around so his back is lying on Derek’s front. 

Derek bands a muscular arm around Stiles’ midsection, and then he starts stroking Stiles’ cock with his free hand. 

Stiles moans and withers in pleasure, on top of Derek. He’s glad Derek’s place is so isolated because he can’t control his volume. 

A shiver travels down Stiles’ spine as he feels Derek’s hot breath against his ear. “Now be a good boy, and cum for Daddy.” Derek murmurs.

Stiles is already on the edge of the precipice, and this pushes him over. Stiles wails as he cums in Derek’s hand.

Stiles lets the back of his head fall against Derek’s massive chest, as he breathes heavily.

“That’s my good boy. You made Daddy so proud.” Derek coos in Stiles’ ear, praising Stiles as his human calms from his high.

They both are sweaty and reek of sex, but are content as they rest on the lounging chair. 

They relax in comfortable silence for a few minutes, catching their breaths. Stiles is the one to break the silence, surprising no one.

“Look, I’m not complaining about morning sexy time by the pool, but you did promise me breakfast.” Stiles comments.

A deep laugh rumbles from within Derek’s chest and through Stiles. “And here I thought all that Daddy cream I shot down your throat would fill you up. I guess my pup’s a little glutton.” Derek teases.

In retaliation, Stiles reaches back and pinches Derek’s nipple. Derek’s huge body shudders and he’s unable to stifle his moan.

Stiles tilts his head back, glancing at Derek’s face, upside-down. Derek’s face is flushed. 

An impish grin plays on Stiles’ lips. He found Derek’s weakness. Stiles goes to pinch Derek’s nipple again, but the werewolf intercepts, grabbing Stiles’ wrist. 

“Now, now, don’t be naughty, pup. Daddy’s nipples are very sensitive. Play with them and I’m gonna fuck you hard. And I know your hole is still sore after last night.” With that, Derek stands up and tosses Stiles over his shoulder, fireman-carrying him back inside. 

Stiles isn’t complaining, he’s loving the show of strength and the view. While being carried like this, Stiles’ vision is dominated by Derek’s strong yet fleshy bubble butt. His boulder-like globes bounce and flex with his every step.

When they’re inside, Derek slips into some briefs (to Stiles’ displeasure) before starting on breakfast. Derek's cooking up pancakes, eggs, and bacon, while Stiles is sitting on the counter, keeping him company. They talk, getting to know each other better, becoming closer.

For so many years they were barely acquaintances, yet, in only a day, they’ve become the most important person in each other's lives. They’ve become mates.

Once Derek’s finished cooking they decide to eat at the dining-room table. 

Stiles grabs a jug of orange juice out of the fringe and follows Derek into the dining-room. He sits across from Derek at the table.

“You know, pup, I’m excited about tonight.” Derek says with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

Stiles raises an eyebrow, questioningly. “Oh, and why is that?”

“Because I’m going to see my pup dressed up nice. I’m taking you to Tony’s tonight, on a date.”

Stiles eyes widen. Tony’s is a fancy Italian restaurant. It's said to be the most expensive restaurant in Beacon Hills. Stiles' shop is successful but he doesn’t know if a date there is in his budget this month. 

Stiles goes to suggest somewhere nice but less expensive, but Derek holds up a hand, silencing him. “Don’t worry about the price, pup. Daddy’s paying for it and that’s final.” Derek uses his domineering tone that brokers no room for argument. Stiles can’t help but relent.

Stiles smiles at Derek, “Then it’s a date, Daddy.”

Derek beams right back.

Derek's grin turns devilish as he stands up and grabs the jug of orange juice. He walks up to Stiles, who’s seated in his chair. Derek stops right next to him, putting his hefty bulge right in Stiles’ face.

Stiles is getting aroused. The potent musk wafting from Derek’s crotch into Stiles’ face is making him hard.

“D-Derek, food?” Stiles stammers.

“Well pup, I remember something about you drinking off of my abs. I hope you're thirsty.” Derek says as he unscrews the top to the orange juice.

Derek grabs the back of Stiles’ head and presses his lips against his belly button. Derek then leans back, angling his midsection into a slide that leads to Stiles’ mouth.

Derek gently tilts the jug of orange juice, pouring a small stream of the liquid in between his pecs.

Stiles hungrily watches as the small river of orange juice runs through the contours of Derek’s rippling pecs and abs. 

Once it reaches his lips he laps at the juice with his tongue. He moans, this is the best orange juice he’s ever tasted. Derek’s dried sweat adds an addictive saltiness to it. He could drink this everyday.

Derek’s getting turned on himself. Adoring how his mate is worshiping his body. “Good boy.” He praises his wonderful and obedient pup.

Breakfast is cold when they get back to it, but they don’t mind.

[himbowithapen]

Monsterfucktober 2023 - Day 2, Werewolf

It was the night of October the first. The moon full and bright, hanging over the night sky and casting its light down onto the countryside. Agata and Stem had set out for their sunset date hours earlier. They’d brought a picnic dinner, a blanket, and plenty of lube.

            “Are we sure it’ll be okay?” asked Stem; their voice cut through the quiet air, where no one but their partner could hear. They sat underneath a large oak, holding hands and pressing their parted lips against each other’s necks.

            “I’m sure. It’s barely a full moon anymore, I’ll be fine.” said Agata, eyes screwed shut while she enjoyed the feeling of Stem’s embrace. She pulled them both down onto the blanket, lying down under the tree’s leaves while their hands wandered beneath each other’s clothes. Stem pulled Agata’s sundress up above her waist, and Agata unbottened their floral shirt in return. In no time at all, their bare bodies rubbed up against each other, and Stem took a leap by rubbing between her legs.

            “Wow, I’ve never felt you so wet.” They pressed lightly, rubbing in slow circles while watching her react. She turned onto her back, running one hand through Stem’s hair as they slowly put more and more pressure against her.

            “Me neither. I think it’s being outside, it’s fucking exciting.” She grinned to them and bit down on her lip. “Keep going, just like that.” With her other hand, she reached down and caressed herself just above where Stem’s hand was rubbing. Their hand was under her underwear now, rolling her clit gently between their fingers. She swore and moaned and released Stem’s hair to put a hand to her chest. Her breaths were quick and her face was strained, all while Stem carefully kept the same speed and pressure on her. Then she pulled forward, gripping Stem’s wrist tightly and pulling her legs together. “Oh my god, hold on. It’s too much.” They kept still, fingers still just grazing her clit, and she breathed for a moment. Ahead of her was the moonlit field, grassy and empty.

            “Do you want to try it?” asked Stem, following her gaze. She nodded and pulled them close, and the pair were all over each other once more, now rolling out from under the tree and into the open field. Immediately, Stem felt Agata’s body turn cold. They continued to kiss, tongues between their mouths, when they felt her teeth sharpen. She lightly bit down on their lower lip, and suddenly their mouth felt electric. They came to a stop and she was on top of them, body grey and exposed in the dim light. Her bra came off, and Stem watched as she began to change.

Her shoulders broadened, arms up and behind her head while she grinded her crotch against theirs. They saw her arms grow larger, short dark hairs growing from her enlarged muscles. Her body, from the base of her neck down to her groin, quickly became covered in thin, blonde hairs. Stem stoked up and down the sides of her body, feeling the silky bristles against their hand, then settled on her hip dips, which they gripped tightly while she changed.

The back-and-forth motion of her hips became more aggressive. The hair on her head grew outward, becoming wilder and thicker with every passing moment. The moonlight shone on her from above and Stem watched in awe as the woman they knew and loved changed into the beast she would keep hidden from them every month. And oh god did they like what they saw.

            “You doing okay?” They asked, lightening their grip just slightly. Underneath her, separated between only the thin fabric of both their underwear, they felt fiery and desperate.

            “Fucking fantastic.” Her breaths grew tense and her hands plummeted down onto their shoulders. She gripped their muscles tightly as she arched her back and pushed hard against their groin. Then her hands began to change, morphing from the warm hold they’d grown used to into something sharper: something deadlier.

She let out a moan which echoed across the landscape, beaming from ear to ear while she grinded against them. Then she turned her sights down to her lover, and with a clawed hand she effortlessly tore off her own underwear.

            “Fuck, you’re hot.” gasped Stem. Their eyes wandered all around her form, excitement growing with each darting movement.

            “Says you, good-looking.” She leaned down and kissed them, and they kissed back. Her tongue was so much longer now, and Stem felt it in their mouth, heading towards their throat. It was dripping with saliva, and they savoured every taste of her. She put her weight down on top of them, hips grinding, hair-coated body pressed up against their chest, both rubbing up and down as she moved along their body.

            Her tongue left them, and she began to kiss down their body. “I want you so bad.” Her claw caressed their thigh. “Please, can I give you some head?”

            Panting, they felt their mouth go wet at the sight of her. “Not unless I get to too. Let me get a taste of you gorgeous

“Mmmm, fuck yes. I wanna feel you moaning round my clit, want you to use that tongue and eat me out till the sun rises.” In one swift motion, she turned herself around so they were straddling them backwards, then she slowly slid her waist up towards their face. “Don’t suffocate on me, okay hun?” A tail, long and thick, stuck out from just above her ass, sweeping violently from side-to-side.

Their hands went straight to her ass; they groped both cheeks and pulled towards them. “There’s no way I’d rather go. Now come closer, I’m so thirsty for you.”

She laughed. It was deeper than they were used to, and more confident. “Oh I can see from here how bad you want me.” Stem felt her wet tongue against their groin, then slowly, she started giving them head. Their own tongue reached out to taste her, and after first contact they pressed the tip of their tongue against her clit, flicking gently before moving down to continue in their mission; to make her cum as hard as possible. Agata tasted just right; strong, rich, exactly as normal, except for one thing. There was a tang, something that made their tongue explode with flavour and left it wanting more. They couldn’t help but try to bury their tongue deeper in her sweet cunt, trying to get more of it.

Agata’s claws pressed hard against their thighs, almost breaking the skin, and they felt her own legs compress around their head. Her own mouth was hard at work: they could feel her head moving all over the place, hungry and savagely trying to ravage as much of them as she could. They could feel it, that mounting pressure inside them, the need to cum. But not yet, they knew they were a one-and-done type of person and even in this form there was no way they could take anymore from Agata after an orgasm. So, they gripped her waist and pulled her upright. As they did so, her ass cheeks rolled backwards with the rest of her, and suddenly she was riding their face

“Shit. Honey don’t stop.” Her body rocked against their face, clit pressing against their chin, hips bouncing. Their tongue reached deeper inside her, and through brief windows of breath they sucked and licked as far inside her as they could. Their hands gripped tight on her hips, and her claws dug into their chest. When their ears weren’t blocked by her thighs, they could hear her moaning, or panting. Then, she pressed down hard against their face. “Fuck, I’m about to cum. Please don’t stop. Please.” Stem kept up the motion, but their tongue was getting tired. It strained more and more with every dive inside her, and their mouth grew tired from sucking. But she tasted so good, and nothing made them feel better than knowing she was having the time of their life, so they persisted, passionately licking every inch of her vagina that they could reach and keeping their chin pressed against her clit until, suddenly, her legs tightened, and they felt her shaking above them.

Agata’s hips moved back, and Stem was able to breathe again. She howled up at the sky, and that howl transformed into a loud moan. Then, she fell backwards onto the moonlit grass. “Oh my God, that felt so good.” Her claws were between her legs, messing with her clit while she whined. “You’re fucking amazing.”

She had a few moments to relax while Stem pulled themselves off the ground. But, with a wet mouth, they walked over to her and parted her legs, then knelt down between her knees. “Question for you. Are you finished, or do you want to really fuck?”

            She grinned up at him, fangs bared and shining at him. “As if you need to ask. I always want you more.” Before they could even react, she pushed herself off the ground and pounced at them. Agata’s body, large and hairy, crashed against Stem’s, and the pairs tongues found each other in the chaos. They kissed and found the right position without even opening their eyes, then tore at each other’s bodies like animals under the light of the moon.

[dalliansss]

❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. - BITM? ❤️

darker vibes

This is how Mairon finds Finrod Felagund: sitting in his quarters, holding a hand mirror and observing with grisly fascination how his burned face repaired itself: the flesh crawling, the sinews of muscle and tissue having its own life, stitching itself back together, preventing a blue-iris eyeball from falling out of the socket completely. The burned part of the head and scalp displays the same activity: burnt skin renewing itself, crawling in a hurry to cover the exposed part of the skull, covering it with a fresh blanket of flesh. Strands of platinum hair, previously golden blond, growing out of renewed follicles, creeping like the vines of Yavanna.

Mairon stands before the Elda-turned-vampire -- the culmination of his and Thûringwethil's years of study and research. Mairon thought dimly that it was a shame Thûri did not live long enough to see this masterpiece of a vampire -- but his mind swallows that thought; better that Thûri was dead, buried under the ruins of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, than entertaining thoughts of her own regarding Finrod Felagund.

There shall only be one overlord over Finrod Felagund here in Angband -- and it is Mairon. Not Melkor, not Thûri, not Gothmog.

"What happened to you?" Mairon demanded, grasping Felagund by the jaw with his gauntleted hand.

"That Gothmog," says Finrod, lifting fell blue eyes to meet his Maker's gaze. "Tried to pick a fight."

"Why?"

"I know not. I was minding my own business, looking for lunch amongst the stone quarries. He saw me, and then asked me what I was doing there. I said I was looking for lunch. He told me to look elsewhere, and I told him he does not command me."

"And?"

"His whip."

Mairon lets out a curse in Valarin. Lately, Kosmoko, formerly a Great Hunter of Oromë, has been grating his nerves more and more. It was only because Kosmoko be the strongest valaraukar under Mbelekhoruz's direct jurisdiction that Mairon has not allowed his precious, his maksima, to feed on him.

"Heal me," says Finrod. His face, still repairing itself, presents a ghastly sight. His eyeball, at least, has resettled back in its socket. "Lick mine wounds, so it heals faster."

Mairon turned his fire-iris eyes to the vampire. His temper flares. "Who are you, that suddenly you turn this tone to me? Have you forgot who commands you here, precious?"

What Finrod does next takes Mairon by surprise. The vampire's right hand -- decorated with oxidized gold rings and bracelets, darts forward and grasps him by his unarmored crotch. Grips him there.

"Lick mine wounds," Finrod repeats. "And so heal me faster. Mairon."

Mairon shuddered. He exhales, and the temperature in the vampire's quarters increases with speed. If an orc was to wander in there now, they would be burnt where they stood. Úmaia blood, thick in Mairon's veins, runs hot, hot, hotter. He hisses, grasps Finrod Felagund by the cheeks, tips his head back -- and Mairon thinks to twist that lovely neck, pull the head off completely, see how he likes the feeling of decapitation, and see how long it takes for him to heal from it. But that hand by his crotch, by his groin, forestalls his thoughts, and he shakes.

A long, serpentine tongue, blood-red, darts from Mairon's mouth, and he licks at the boiling flesh of the vampire, his greatest creation yet. Where his saliva trails the flesh triples its efforts, healing near instantaneously. So Mairon keeps at it, licking, licking, licking--

"Worship me," Finrod murmurs, and the hand by the úmaia's crotch tightens its grip. Vampiric talons snare into the fine chain mail, promising delicious friction. "Until I tell you to stop."

Mairon feels whatever heart he possesses leap; straining against his fana. He snarls, a wolf barely holding back its temper, and he licks across the damaged area holding the previously-dangling eyeball, and where his red tongue trails, the flesh is made new, as if it had not suffered any harm at all.

With inhuman strength Finrod gives him a shove, and Mairon crashes onto his back on the floor, armor and chainmail, all. The vampire quickly straddles him, and Mairon's pupils dilate, near consuming his irises, as he eagerly grasps Finrod by the hips.

"Worship me," Finrod whispers, and in his fell blue eyes, there is glee, and something else more sinister.

Mairon's blood boils.

@skaelds

[mikeisthricedeceased]

can we see Matt tied up? Either by choice or not, all up to you. I love your work :)))

Thank you 🥰

I am very much up for tying Matt up 👀

~*~*~*~

“You’re enjoying this,” Matt accused mildly.

She shrugged. “It does save me some work.”

He shook his head. “Could you give me a little help? Please?”

Mae hummed thoughtfully, hooking a finger into the old net that Matt had gotten himself tangled in. “I could…” She tugged on the net a bit. It didn’t budge. “Or we could take advantage of a very interesting situation.”

“Sure. Interesting.” He let his head fall back, sighing. “I know you’re planning something, so just say whatever it is.”

“Hey, just be happy that Martinez didn’t come with me tonight.”

“He’d have cut me free by now.”

She scoffed. “Fine.”

He could make out the slide of metal against leather before she began sawing through the rope net. In less than a minute, she was reaching a hand out to help him up.

Once he was back on his feet, Matt took a moment to stretch his tense muscles while Mae put her knife away and retrieved his fallen baton.

“It was too messy for my liking anyway,” she said, sounding only slightly disappointed.

Later that night, or maybe very early the next morning, Matt decided to cheer her up a little.

While she was reading on the couch, a hank of rope landed square in her lap. She looked up at Matt and set her book aside. “Did you go through my nightstand?”

“You say it like I’d be scandalized by what’s in there. We’ve already used most of it.” He tilted his head, a small smile pulling at his mouth.

“It’s the principle of it, Matthew. One does not snoop in their dom’s stuff.”

“I just thought you might still want to tie me up since the chance at the docks was ruined.”

She considered it for a moment. “Alright.” He could feel her gaze roaming over him. “Take everything off.”

“Do you want to go to the bedroom?” he asked.

“Do as I said first, Matthew.”

The back of his neck warmed and he quickly complied.

Mae only got up once all of his clothes were piled on the floor. “Now, we can go to the bedroom.”

On the way there, she gave him a light swat on the ass with the rope, laughing when he gave an exaggerated pout and rubbed at the stricken cheek.

“Kneel on the bed and put your hands behind your head,” she told him.

His brows went up in surprise but he did what she said.

She crawled onto the bed behind him and uncoiled the rope. His hands were first. She bound his wrists together, along with his palms. Next, she looped the rope around his chest once to anchor his arms in place. Then, it came to the more decorative and sensation based ties.

The process was unhurried and relaxing for both of them. After a while, Matt’s shoulders began to ache from the strain of the position but he settled into that pain, let it drift through his mind while Mae continued sliding more rope around his torso and down to his groin, creating a sort of full body harness.

Just as he was thinking that she’d used all the rope she could want to use, she pulled out another hank. But instead of add to the intricate harness she’d created, she looped part of it between his bound hands and the other through an existing knot at the center of his chest.

First, she secured the end attached to his chest to the top of the bed frame above them.

It surprised him a bit. They’d only tried suspension once before and it took a good bit of trial and error.

But then she pushed him to lean back until the rope was taut and picked up the other end, tying it to the headboard.

It left him in an awkward pose, unable to fully lay back nor straighten up, his arms behind his head and doing little to help him feel balanced.

Finished with her work, Mae sat back and admired him.

“This is much better than the net,” she admitted. “What do you think?”

He tried to shift his knees to get a little more comfortable. “I think this rope is a lot nicer. And it doesn’t smell like fish.”

Mae chuckled. “Plus, you always look incredible in black.” She reached out to drag a nail down the inside of his thigh, watching the muscles quiver.

“Yeah?”

“Hmmm.” Her touch drifted up, grazing his side, his neck, sliding through his hair. “I think I’d keep you like this for the rest of the night if I could. You look so pretty all tied up.” She was shuffling closer, hands moving back down. “Would you let me keep you like this, Matt?”

He swallowed roughly, feeling his cock bob with every shift of the mattress underneath him. He went lightheaded for a moment when she grasped him and squeezed.

“Would you let me play with you like this? For hours?” she crooned, pressing delicate kisses to his cheek.

He nodded. “Yes. Whatever you want,” he promised.

She laughed softly. “Dangerous words, sweetheart.” Her hold on him loosened and she gave his cock a leisurely stroke, tightening her hold just around the crown and making him groan. “Just this for now,” she told him.

[seedlessmuffins]

this is so niche, but i honestly think footballers would have less muscle injuries if they were more flexible, im talking like can-do-a-split flexible. i know they stretch, but it is for recovery more than flexibility, so their muscles are super tense with minimal range of motion. obviously i don’t know anyone’s exact workout regimen, but just in general flexibility (especially in the back of the legs, like hamstrings and calves as well as the hip flexors) is super underrated in most ball sports.

in hockey there are a lot less muscle injuries. this is for many reasons, obviously, like they wear pads so muscles aren’t exposed to direct injury, and the position of your legs is different so strains are usually for the groin in hockey, but stretching is part of it. flexibility is such an important preventative measure for injury, i wish it was valued more.

compare a hockey to a footie keeper:

you can see in the first pic, our boy shesterkin isn’t even making a save he is just hanging out in the splits because he has the range of motion that allows it. our footie keeper, however, is in a half split and his leg muscles look like they are being pulled apart, it’s obviously not comfortable and if he wasn’t making a save, he wouldn’t hang out in that position.

tldr: footie boys should become more flexible to prevent injury, reduce muscle strain, and help with recovery! everyone should really, but pro athletes especially. and i love my weirdo hyper flexible hockey tendies 🫶🫶

[idesofrevolution]

Innovative Coaching

Pulled unpublished story from the archives somewhere back in 2019… Second time uploading it, keeps getting flagged. Fingers crossed.

So imagine my surprise walking into the gym one day, thinking I'd get in a mundane treadmill workout and go home winded and 300 calories less, and see AJ teaching powerlifting in the freeweights section. Not wasting a single solitary moment, I rushed to the locker room, tossed my street clothes into the vacant locker, and burst out of the doorway to take my perch in the corner stairmaster machine. For the next thirty minutes, I climbed the tedious, neverending stairs and stared at an Adonis in the flesh.

He was a lot taller than I'd expected. The pictures of course gave a subtle glimpse into his true stature, but my expectations were blown seeing this 6'5 giant Russian Deadlift in front of me. With every strain and lift, the bulging of his veins exuded a sense of vanity and pride that did not go unnoticed by the comparatively amateur gymgoers observing. His grey tank top clung to his body like a second skin, drenched in a thick monsoon of sweat and testosterone. A grey pair of boxer-briefs peeked out of his white shorts, clearly a peacocking move perfected over years of practice and achievement. The barbell dropped to the ground with a cavernous crash, and even the passersby glancing in the floor length windows stopped to snatch a peek of this peak human form. I stared at him for what seemed like ages, until an unintended glance allowed our eyes to meet.

Pathetically, I tried to play it off, but couldn't escape the perturbing sensation his bedroom eyes left in me. Climbing each step, I prayed to whatever God floated above my head he wouldn't come my way. Yet, deep down... I craved it. My face buried in his crotch, smelling that hard-fought musk. Alas, God had heard this carnal desire instead of my pitiful pleas- a damp, sticky hand landed on my left shoulder.

"C'mon dude. Stairmasters aren't gonna get you where you need to be." I turned to him, transfixed not on his piercing gaze, but the more than apparent bulge and sweaty treasure trail hiding behind their cotton prison. "Free training session. Let's go bud." He reset the machine with a forceful thump of the cancel button. For a split second, I caught a tiny whiff of the unrestricted odor of non-deodorant pit stink. The tang of his scent was irresistible. He knew just as well as I that despite everything, he had me.

Leading me to the benchpress, we began our session. Patiently, he walked me through each rep and every set. Slowly increasing the weight as we progressed. Incline Bench. Cable Crunches. Deadlifts. Pec Fly. Lat Pulldowns. Back Extensions. You name it, he taught me masterfully how to attack it as if it were nothing. Don't get me wrong- I was in visceral pain unlike anything I'd experienced before; but it was a satisfying rush of endorphins going unparalleled. It was addicting. The sensation of pulsating muscles felt like a homecoming to me. To no small extent, it was owed to the constant barrage of testosterone-laden musk flowing from AJ. His groin, his pits, even his concealed feet emanated a strong, dirty odor that singed my nostrils and mind. It soothed my discomfort and energized me like no other preworkout could ever achieve. By the end of the free training session, I didn't know whether to collapse or to run a marathon.

I limped back into the empty locker room. The gym had emptied long prior, and it was just us in the pastel-colored chamber. I inserted my key into my locker, twisting it and intending to pull it open. AJ had different plans. He slammed his arms on either side of me, trapping me in his open grasp. It was alarming and enveloping all at once.

"You've been catching whiffs of me all night long, man." My face flushed and my eyes nearly bulged out of my skull. He'd caught me red-handed? "That's my secret man. I get this massive in the gym every day just so I can get a big lung-full of my scent as a reward." He grabbed my shaking hand, roughly giving me a handful of his dank endowment. "And now, you get your reward." He began to peel the sticky-sweet tank from his chiseled body, tossing it in my face. I tried to grasp it, but his strongarmed grip on my hand held it firmly in mid grope. "Don't you fucking dare. Cup those swollen seedmakers."

As my hands slid deeper I grasped the sausage and sagging golf balls he so proudly housed in his crotch. With one hand he tore my tee shirt in two, the other pushing his sweaty tank onto my face. He smirked devilishly, pulling my shorts and underwear to the ground with an effortless swipe. All the while that musk barreling down my throat, that sweat seeping into the very pores of my face. He pried my hand from his engorging cock only long enough to pull his own shorts and shoes off his body, before allowing me the honor of holding his erect uncut cock and dripping balls in the flesh.

"Yeah, that's right bud. Feels so good doesn't it?" I let out a muffled cry of ecstasy, overwhelmed in sensual overload. My face was pared away from it's sweaty heaven as he motioned for me to raise my arms to the air. He took a gentle sniff of my meek pits, before decisively nodding in approval. "On your way. You're ready." He took his tank, and slid it on my missized frame, kneading the pit stains and pec sweat into my body. He tossed me like a ragdoll onto the bench, raising my legs and slipping his warm, damp boxers and shorts onto me. He groped me, assuring his rank ballsweat would coat my package thoroughly and completely before completing me with his grimy, reeking, never-washed socks onto my immensely smaller feet.

Clothed in his essence-soaked gear, I sat bewildered and irrevocably aroused by the forcefulness of his demeanor. As if pure animal instinct possessed me, I got down on all fours, fondling myself through his sweaty shorts, and began to worship my master's filthy, odorous cock. I milked his dank, dirty cock like a calf to a cow, desperate for his alpha milk- unaware of the bubbling occurring in my growing, ample ass.

He grabbed the back of my head with a near-vice grip, thrusting it deep into my throat, coating my tongue with the tangy, unmistakable taste of unwashed jock cock. As he skull fucked me, it seemed as if his cock not only penetrated my mouth, but somehow my brain itself. I could feel it in my head, thrusting in and out... destroying whatever brain formerly occupied my being. My feet cracked and burst outward, hair trickling up my calves, to my thighs, all the way to my taint.

"Oh fuck yeah, man. Take it. FUCK YEAH, TAKE IT." His propulsions became frantic and animalistic, ravenously obliterating my head with his gigantic cock. I felt my balls drop and cock grow... and grow... and grow... far beyond what I thought was physically possible. Whatever fat still desperately clung to me evaporated into oblivion, as abs popped out of my stomach like popcorn trapped under a fleshtone latex. My pecs ballooned and arms exploded with voracious power. "Ugh... man... I... I'm about to cum..." His breath became labored and agitated, before one last damn powerful thrust which completely annihilated the last droplets of my being. And just like that, the floodgates of salty, sweet, sour spunk flooded my throat and empty head. I suckled that tap like a alcoholic chugging a bottle of gin, freely welcoming him into me: body and soul.

My own seed, foreign and undeterred spilt forth out of my cockhead, coating his already soaked boxers and shorts in my new DNA. He dismounted me, smiling at his handiwork, a person completely altered and unrecognizable from the kid he found plodding along. He pulled me up, burying his nose in my hairy jock pits. Like a proud father to his prodigal son, he embraced me, our jizz covered cocks mixing our seed through the wasted shorts.

"You made it. Now it's your turn to train, brother. Make your master proud." He ruffled my hair with a fatherlike gleam, before sauntering into the sauna to decompress. I stood there in his gear, admiring his craftsmanship in the nearby mirror. Never again would I feel inadequate or insufficient. Just like him, I have become a god among men. I am a benevolent king among plebeians. My footsteps leave bitches to my will in my wake. And it felt... So... Good.

So if you're ever in need of a shine up. A confidence booster. A complete reawakening. You know where to find me. I'll be where you most expect it, and I'll be waiting.

[barbiewritesstuff]

Hangman just being super vocal and not able to shut tf up during a bj 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Good Girl

-- I know that in Lost and Found I say that there are communal showers but here I'm going to just say that they each have their own showers…

Also, tw. for the s-slur being used during sex. --

Hope you like it :)

The team was at the Hard Deck enjoying a few refreshing drinks. 

Today had been hard, largely because Hangman had been such a pain to fly with and they'd all had to pay the price for it in the form of 200 pushups. 

Y/n's arms were sore, and so was her neck come to think of it, which wasn't helped by the fact that she was telling Hangman in great detail what he had done wrong today through text messages. 

After four novel-length, strongly worded explanation texts, he still hadn't replied, but she could see he had seen them. 

She watched Hangman take a long gulp of his beer, and a few drops travelling down his chin.

"Blow me" He replied

God he looked great. His muscles straining the seams of his shirt -- his white civilian shirt -- ,those drops glistening on his lips, and his gorgeous green eyes. 

Hangman looked stressed and tense. It wasn't hard to see why, the mission they were training for was going to be grueling. There was a real possibility one of them might not make it back.

And with that thought in mind, Y/n decided to reply to his text.

"If that's what you want, just ask. Would be faster than trying to get it by being a fucking ass"

Hangman's head snapped up and made sure no one had read his text over his shoulder. He slid his phone in his pocket and moved to sit close to her. 

"You serious?" He asked. His voice was deeper than usual, more gravelly and rough. It made Y/n acutely aware of her sexual attraction for the pilot, and took a sip of her own drink to give herself some courage to follow through.

"Come to my room in twenty minutes and you'll find out." Y/n stood up and waved everyone goodbye before exiting the bar and making her way home. 

She'd told him twenty minutes and while half had already gone, she didn't want anything to happen before she showered. 

She heard him come in just as she finished drying herself. Making sure she looked okay before doing so, Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, stark naked and gently trying her hair with a towel. 

Hangman's eyes widened and darkened. He sighed as drank in the picture in front of him, his body against the wall of her room.

He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he'd always found her attractive, but he'd always been very against fucking immediate colleagues. Still he hadn't gotten laid in a while and it made him tense and unreliable. He couldn't concentrate on anything, and the idea of maybe dying without one last fuck sounded miserable.

Y/n dropped the towel on the floor as she made her way to him. She lazily traced his clothed chest with her finger.

"Hi sailor" She purred into his ear. It made the hairs on his body stand on end. She leaned in and kissed him, deeply and passionately. Y/n nibbled at his lower lip.

Something in Hangman snapped, and the desire he had felt in his body took over his senses. He guided her onto her knees and hastened to unzip his trousers. His fingers fumbled it but Y/n was there to help. Her hand cupped his groin and she moved her mouth closer to his jeans. She kissed around his clothed members and looked through her eyelashes at him. 

"Fuck, Y/n" He groaned, looking at her unzipping his trousers with her mouth. She dragged his trousers down and then his underpants. His fully erect member sprang up, freed from its fabric prison. Entirely by accident, it brushed against her lips and the feeling made his hip buckle towards her mouth. She enthusiastically sucked on the tip.

"Oh fuck, baby, suck it just like that"

Hangman grabbed her by the hair with both hands. He tried to be restrained and pump in and out of her mouth slowly. Hangman pulled himself almost out and then went all the way back in until his cock hit the back of her throat. She gagged. 

"You're such a good little fucktoy for me. You take me so well" 

He was enjoying how she looked under him, completely naked, his dick deep in her mouth and eyes watering slightly. 

"Fuck, you look so hot. If I'd have known you wanted this baby, I would have given it to you long ago. You think I didn't notice you? In your sexy fucking sundresses and obscenely short skirts. You think I didn't want to fill you up before?" He let out a deep groan "I'm going to fucking ruin you for other guys. I'll  fuck that pretty mouth of yours so good you won't be able to speak without thinking of my cock baby"

Hangman startes fucking her mouth with faster and shallower thrusts, and he had to keep himself from coming when she stuck out her tongue and managed to lick his balls. He swallowed his orgasm and kept going. 

After a few more minutes Hangman could not keep his orgasm at bay any longer and Y/n took over. She couldn't keep his pace but what she lacked in speed, she made up for in use of her tongue. She licked the sensitive strip of flesh at the back of his cock while still pumping up and down. 

Hangman had, up until now been quite chatty, but whatever he had been saying had now dissolved into an unending stream of "Fuck, fuck, fuck" and messy mumbles of her name. 

He came a load of hot cum deep into her mouth with a loud throaty groan. 

" That's a good girl, swallow it all baby show me how much of a good little slut you are"

He said between laboured breaths. Hangman leaned against the wall closest to him to catch his breath.

"You know Princess, I'll fuck that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want. You just have to call, I'll be right there."

[charnelhouse]

charlie’s king arthur is just so funny to me because he’s definitely how every rough and tough boy that suddenly becomes king would act. but anyway can i request king arthur doing a bad job at being king for the day because he wants to hurry up and have sex with his queen? and then getting yelled at by everyone for leaving “you can’t just leave in the middle of a treaty meeting with the vikings because it’s sex time”

A/N: King Arthur x F!Reader. Breeding. Smut. Really blatant historically inaccurate language.

There are many things Arthur hates about being king.

Most of it really.

But listening to the grievances of the nobility during the Royal Court is perhaps the worst. It is brutal - it drags and half the nobles actively try to trip him up. They think him uneducated - slow. They hand him dozens of scrolls and he always tosses them into a pile - promising to look them over when he knows every single one is a method in trying to steal his lands or his power or undermine his current proclamations.

He relaxes in his throne - Excalibur digging into his hip. His knees spread as his eyes go distant when Lord Harrod tries to yell his case about Baron Devonshire running over the borders of his estate.

“My Lord,” Arthur finally snaps. “Please get to the point and no need to scream. I’m not deaf.”

Harrod colors up immediately and apologizes. Arthur tries to smother his laugh.

He’s pissed - frustrated - deeply bored. His Knights surround him on the dais - William and George - Percival and Tristan. Merlin and the Mage in the corner. Maggie. That pretty bastard Lancelot who appears far more interested in this monotonous activity than the others.

Arthur sighs - cracking his neck as he glances at the empty throne beside him.

“I love you, Art,” you murmur against his mouth. “But I’m not sitting through another one of those meetings today.”

He rumbles - a desperate noise blooming in his chest as he digs his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thigh. “I’ll be so lonely.”

“Hardly. All of your friends will be there.”

“Except the one I enjoy looking at the most.”

You slide down his torso - brushing your tongue across his stomach - the sharp line in his groin. His cock twitches when you cup him.

He raises an eyebrow. “What are you doing, pet?”

“Giving you something to think about during all of your awful kingly duties.”

You’d shoved him to the brink - swallowed the length of him and stroked him off. His muscles bunched under your touch as he bucked into your mouth and then - well - then you pulled off him and left him to his painfully tight balls and desperation.

“I’ll reward you when you finish,” you called over your shoulder as you walked away from him - hips swaying with each step.

“Your Majesty?”

Arthur jerks to find the entire court staring expectedly up at him. Fuck.

“Uh -,” Arthur mutters - too strained - swelling with a desire that was beginning to flood his chest and lower. “Pass the scroll to Sir Percival - I’ll - I’ll look at it later. I think that today’s audience is quite finished. I have urgent matters to attend to.���

His Knights shoot him sidelong glances - fully aware that there are hours left for this courtly session. The crowd of the nobility all sweep to the floor - bowing quickly as he strides out of the room.

***

“You know you can’t just cut short the Royal Court,” Goosefat remarks - sidling up to him as he hurries through the halls.

“I’m King,” he replies - casually. “I can do what I like.”

Wet Stick appears at his other side - expression entirely amused. “Yes - but everyone - including the nobles - know exactly where you’re off to.”

Arthur stops, before turning to him. “How?”

“Because while this castle may be enormous, the gossip travels like wildfire,” Goosefat replies. “You’ve also cut short the royal audience the last four times.”

Arthur blinks - chewing his lip thoughtfully. He hadn’t realized.

He finally shrugs before slapping Goosefat on the shoulder. “Well - fucking the Queen takes precedence, mate.”

He continues down the hall before spinning around as a thought crosses his mind. “Just tell those wankers that we are currently trying for an heir.”

Wet Stick raises an eyebrow in surprise - his lips quirking upward in an elated smile. “Are you really?

Arthur grins. “Of course - only bloody fun thing to do around here.”

***

“Fuck,” you hiss against Arthur’s shoulder - teeth scraping along the sweat-damp skin. “You’re wild tonight.”

He drops his chin - capturing your lips in a hungry, wet kiss. His hips snap between your legs - cock stretching you out with each hard, hurried stroke. He slides his thumb across the crest of your sex - pushing down against the sweet button that makes you clench around him.

“I was tortured for hours without you,” he whines in mock-agony. He’s punching up against the press of your womb - driven by the liquid sounds of your cunt taking him again and again. You’re hot underneath him - the giving glide of your sweet soft body rubbing against his tense muscles. He hitches your thigh higher over his waist - planting his knees so he can really thrust into you. It’s the tightness - the flush of pleasure dipping through his nerves and belly as he begins to crash into his peak.

“I may have told them we were trying,” he pants into your searching tongue. “-for an heir.”

You lie back and he watches your face change - eyes widening minutely. “Did you now?”

“If you would - if you want to?”

“My love - every time we do this - we are trying,” you smile - sneaking your hands to the globes of his ass to force him deeper. “I think you’re incapable of pulling out.”

“You just have such a perfect cunt,” he praises as his pace grows sloppy - the ache splintering through his throat as his breath hitches. “Damn near impossible to not - to not fill you.”

“Then do it,” you urge - bucking up beneath him. He keeps his thumb on your perky little bud - swirling in time with each blunt rut of his cock. You moan and it makes your walls flutter silkily around his length.

“It’ll take better if you cum, I think,” he growls with another harsh pound of his hips.

He presses presses presses until he feels your sex spasm around him - flood him in your slick. “Oh - my Queen,” he teases. “You just soaked me.”

You narrow your gaze - biting your lower lip before you tighten your lower muscles - bearing your weight down upon him until he follows you over the slip. He spurts deep - sealing you in warmth and salt and seed.

“You think that’ll take?” you whisper - threading your fingers through his hair.

“We can hope,” he says - kissing your jaw. “I’ll still be using it as an excuse to get out of court.”

“Naughty,” You slap his ass and he gives you another perfunctory thrust with his softening cock.

“Even when you’re round with my child,” he promises. “I’m telling those daft bastards that we’re working on the second.’

[wornoutmouse]

I don’t know how to ask you this bestie 😩… But if you write incest do you mind doing one where all might’s daughter has a crush on Endeavor? And they both smash her… Feel free to make it stepcest if that’s more comfortable 🥲

DON’T BESTIE ME YOU FREAK!!!!-

Anyways, congrats on being my FIRST controversial ask. That being said, it took me a while to figure out whether or not I would write this one 🤔. Of course, this will be one of the ones I won’t be able to post on Wattpad lmao, but I’ll give it a go!

If you didn’t already read the request, I will give you the necessary warnings again.

tw: incest….. never thought this day would come, dp

Author's annual moral PSA: I would hope I wouldn't have to tell yall I don't condone this irl. This is both illegal in many states, and in all ways an abuse of power and trust. Not to mention no one should look at their family members in this way and if it has happened to you don't be ashamed of it as it is not your fault but seek help because it is dangerous in the long run. This is for pure fantasy purposes

You are not underage in this fic. I never do underaged work.

There is way too much plot in this

Your cheeks were stretched wide enough to rival your fathers’ as you ran home. Your feet bounce and your pull at your braids nervously as you look out the window of the train, the excitement you felt made you restless to get home. Your neighbors watched you as you ran by, dents caused by your shoes hitting the pavement as your quirk flowed through your pumping blood. “Dad!”

You slam your front door open and scramble through the labyrinth of your rich home. Tossing open your father’s office door unaware of how your outburst startles All Might. “Y-Yes what is it?” Papers flutter all around as you carelessly glide through Toshinori’s neatly stacked papers. You slam the slightly crumpled papers onto his desk, ignoring how the sheer strength of your hand nearly causes his cold cup of coffee to fall. “Remember how 3rd years get the chance to have the first pick in finding the company they’ll sidekick for?!”

All Might watches you with fondness in his eyes as he cleans his glasses off. He was now far in his years, a healthy 82. His hair was now less of a golden yellow and more of beige as it silvered slowly. He was still his normal towering height, retained much of his muscles, and could periodically assume his big form now that he finally had the time to rest and heal properly. “You mean the program that you talked about every day because it was free.”

You roll your eyes, “Free for me, not for you. Anyways look, look, look!” You hold the paper in his face and he takes it from you, “I see you were accepted into your first choice at-” You snatch the paper from him and hop around excitedly, “-At Endevā Jimusho And that’s not even the best part!” All Might's contempt face drops, “All sidekicks get to stay in a guest house in close quarters with Endeavor himself!!"

Joy no longer existed in Toshinori's emotional library. "Absolutely not." Your face falls and your rant halts completely. "What?" Yagi puts his glasses on and shuffles through his papers stiffly, "I do not agree on Endeavors training methods." You raise an eyebrow, "Is this coming from the man that punched Pro-Hero Dynamite and Deku into buildings during an emergency villain drill? In front of everyone?"

Yagi hides his face behind a stapled packet, "I was giving them a taste of reality, a villain does not care for a hero's well-being." You sit down on his desk, legs crossed before curling your finger over his paper, your eyes miss how AllMight briefly glances down, “Yes, but isn’t it a job as a hero to protect people, even the students they train?” Yagi craned his neck until it makes a satisfying crack, a smirk adorning his lips. “I suppose you are right.”

He thinks for a moment before silently shuffling his papers before returning his gaze to your hopeful face, “Why should I assist you with your obvious little crush on my coworker?” You clearly stiffen “Well if it will make you happy-” You don’t allow him to finish before your arms around his shoulders squeezing his neck with most of your strength.

AllMight watches you leave his room slightly disheartened, reaching into his desk drawer he pulls out his phone and dials. “What do you want?” AllMight leans back in his chair pulling at his pants to loosen the tension in his groin, “A proposition.”

The next day Yagi is driving you to your new home for the next 6 months. Your eyes glaze over with futuristic thoughts on how your stay would be. “Everything is so shiny!” Yagi shrugs as he pulls into the parking lot. Enji was always minimalistic when it came to modern designs.” Your head snaps to Toshinori’s side of the car, “His name is Enji!?” Your question is laughed off as Toshinori shuts the car off.

Although your amazement is captured solely by the prospect of working with a pro-hero, the fact that your father is a pro-hero does not go unnoticed by the people around you. “Is that AllMight!” “Should I ask for his picture?!” Even with Yagi’s shadow enveloping your body your attention hones in on the automatic glass doors in front of you.

Inside there is a crowd of students experiencing orientation and getting assigned their respective dorm and possible roommate. You take your first steps in their direction before your arm is pulled and Yagi dawns a playful grin as he presses his finger to his lips. You follow him, eyebrows furrowed “You aren’t trying to change my mind are you?” You don’t get an answer as you are dragged along.

Stairs after stair you follow your father until you come to the very top, legs throbbing but interest peaked. Yagi opens two double doors as easily as breathing and your eyes go wide as the broad shoulders of a familiar hero come into view. “You’re finally here, took you long enough.” Your heart beats in your chest, auburn hair, broad shoulders, and a stoic face that you’d only seen on television, now present in front of you. Yagi shuts the door causing you to jump, “Oh um hi!” A large hand touches your shoulder making you jump” Calm down Y/n!” A cheerful exclamation rings out from above you as Yagi transforms into his larger form.

Heavy footsteps make the room shake wherever the two men walk around the room, “I heard you wanted to meet with me.” Your demeanor goes from uneasy to panicked giggling, “O-Oh really, who told you that!’ AllMight chuckles before patting your head, why don’t you ask him all the silly questions you want, I have to use the restroom.

Endeavor leans against his desk, arms crossed allowing his muscles to bulge through his white button-up shirt. “Yagi tells me a lot of good things about you.” Endeavor stands straighter, a ballpoint pen in hand before he gestures for you to take a seat. You settle in the seat glancing towards the door before looking up at Endeavor who settles on his desk. “What’s the matter, you seem nervous?” The deepness of his tone sends a shiver down your spine. Shifting your legs closer together you clear your throat, “I’m just not used to meeting my childhood hero in person.” Endeavor laughs in a way that sounds more like a bellow, “When you say it like that I feel old!”

Your face hadn’t stopped burning since you entered the room but the joke forced a chuckle through your lips allowing you to relax just a little bit. Calculating eyes narrow, making you feel even smaller than you already did in the hero’s presence. “Now, come on. I’m sure you have something you’d always wanted to do if you met your hero.” Endeavor’s happy-go-lucky attitude catches you off guard as it juxtaposes the hardened persona he had cultivated over the years. “Well, I suppose a picture would be a start if you don’t mind?”

Seconds later you somehow find yourself in Endeavor's lap as he holds the camera up for a picture. His body is unpainted hot but you assume that was simply just a side effect of his quirk. “Um, are you sure you’re okay with this?” Endeavor hums in acceptance. A heavy arm loops around your waist pulling you closer, close enough to become aware of a problem pressed gently against your ass. “Oh!” Endeavor’s fingers slipped pressing the capture button, “What’s wrong did I do it wrong?” You shake your head becoming embarrassed for the both of you, “Nothing!” Enji’s voice lowers into a mumble that reverberated against the back of your neck, “Good.”

Enji straightens his arm once more to retake the picture and you awkwardly smile into the camera, grin becoming strained when he had yet to snap the photo. You shuffle the slightest bit to get a more comfortable position and a guttural groan is released from Enji’s lips. "Are you alright, Endeavor?" Your question is ignored and your phone is put down on the table. Large hands contrasting unbridled power is your stomach delicately as though you were made of porcelain. "Are you sure there is nothing else you'd like to do with your hero?"

Endeavors face nudges away your braids allowing him to press his heated mouth against your skin. "Nothing that would help you get to know them better?" You don't get to respond, your body is hoisted around to face Endeavor. Why nervousness clearly painting itself on your features before being overcome with confused pleasure as Endeavor pressed his lips against your own.

You moan against his lips, hips grinding against each other, the thought of where you are slipped past your mind and to your pussy. Endeavors hands down your body, pinching and pulling before sighing with his calloused fingernails. You couldn't believe this was happening, you feel your pants being pulled off. Just yesterday you believed that you would only be able to meet your hero in passing. Your bra is on the floor and your pussy weeps against his slacks.

The motions are fast-paced and you feel his thumb pressing against your clit. “Yes!” Endeavor kisses your lips, his stubble scratching your cheeks slightly as his tongue explores your mouth. Confidence floods your body as you hop off of Endeavor's lap and quickly undo the buttons of his slacks, he watches you out of breath in the best way.

Thick in your hands, the veins twitch to the tune of his blood. The clear stickiness of pre-cum coats the underside and you use it to stroke his length. "Please fuck me Endeavor!" You look up at him, face contorted with desperate thoughts as you angle your body towards his cock, the tip of it rubbing against your folds. You were wet, so wet making the fuchsia tip of his cock feel more engorged.

"Don't regret this. "You’re pulled back into his lap with ease, pussy trembling from the display of strength. With Endeavor holding your weight and your hand positioning his length below you, the slide down was easy as it could be. Your legs wrap around his waist as you adjust to him. “We have to be quick.” Endeavor rolls your hips when your breathing becomes even again, “We have all the time in the world.” You smirk trailing your finger up Enji’s chest, “What, you have a thing for getting caught?”

Your cheeks are spread apart by Endeavor’s fingers as he hooks one into the small slit left remaining in your pussy. “Something like that.” From behind you the sound of the door shutting makes your neck quickly craned around to look back. Standing with his arms behind his back and an unreadable expression stood Yagi, “Am I missing the party?” Ashamed excuses leave your mouth, tearful and panicked you squeal when Endeavor raises your hips before sliding you down his cock. “No, you are just in time.”

Yagi slowly removes the suit he wore, shrugging off his suit jacket as the sound of your muffled whimpers filter through his ears. You hide your face, curling into Endeavor’s form but a hand stops you, gripping your face, “Don’t be shy, it was his idea after all.” AllMight chuckled, “Yeah, it took a lot of convincing on my part.”Long fingers wrapped around the base of your skull where your braids connect before yanking your head back.

Toshinori looked down at you, face stoic and mockingly disappointed, "I thought it would take a lot more convincing but look at you. " Yagi dragged the back of his hand around your jaw and down your chest ripping the fabric with ease. Your tits bounced on every thrust that Endeavor continued to make, wordless moans and drool leaving your moan as your pussy clenched around the cock inside you.

"Such a little whore for him aren't you?" You shake your head in protest before your eyes widen as chapped but soft lips are placed over yours. He was kissing you, your brain short circuits as his tongue forces its way past your lips. It's wrong, you know that. Hell, this whole situation is wrong. You should be downstairs with the others doing orientation, not upstairs riding the cock of a pro-hero and french kissing the other. You knew it was wrong, but why did it feel so good?

Endeavor groans at how sloppy you were becoming. The sound of your pussy squelching as cream gathered around Endeavor's cock before being pushed back inside of you. "So both of you are twisted in the head." A large thumb presses down on your clit making your pussy spasm as you cum from the heightened stimulation. Endeavor keeps thrusting, his libido unmatched and energy pent up.

Yagi reaches in between the two of you pressing his palm against your pussy as his fingertips graze Enji’s dick on every upstroke. “Are you getting wetter sweetheart? He feels so good doesn't he?" Your mouth is agape and your weak hands Endeavor's shoulder is the only thing keeping you upright when your eyes roll back. "Y-Yes daddy!" Yagi wheezes before he's fiddling with his suit pants and pulling you back by your hair.

It was a strange display of balance on your end. Endeavor’s arms hold your legs tightly in order to keep you on his lap and on his cock meanwhile you are as your father slaps his hardened cock against your cheek, splashing his precum onto your chin. "I got you this far dear, why don't you return the favor?"

Whether it was diluted senses or your subconscious coming forward, you open your mouth for him, moaning as he invades every crevice of your jaw. Your throat constricts and you retch around the warm heat. Yagi is unapologetic and downright brutal as he pulls back before bringing his hips forward again.

The two men's moans empty into the office room and your garbled cooking is ignored as they both have their fill, leaving you to wonder if this really was for you. Numbness invaded your senses as you come again on Endeavor's cock with him not that far behind as he blows his load into your pussy. "It's been a while I will admit." Endeavor slaps your pussy once, then twice just to feel you squeeze down on him every time your hips jerked.

Tears and drool running down your face the faster your father fucks your throat and you knew you'd be sore the next day. "My turn." All Might pulls out and walks away not even showing you a glance as you choke from the lack of oxygen. Enji helps you sit up and wipes your face before Toshinori is pulling you away from Endeavor showing no care that his cock was still in you. He sits down and pulls you onto his own lap ignoring your dazed look as your brain struggles with the various changes of attitude.

"You gotta thank daddy for helping you meet your hero, don't you think?” His hand cups your round cheeks before the other slams down on the other one. Overestimated tears tremble down your brown skin as you hiccup, "Yes daddy." You rock against his cock, both your saliva and his own precum staining your stomach and public hair.

He fills you, even better than Endeavor did, and begins his onslaught of thrusts. You scream, the sound no doubt traveling outside the room, "Daddy please fuck me!!!" The speed at which you were moving was one that could only be done by a hero and it was more pain than pleasure. The constant pounding of your cervix makes your teeth clench together each time his mushroom head punches it.

"Yes, give daddy this sloppy pussy, squeeze down for me-oh fuck!" Lewd words you never even believed Yagi was capable of saying leave his lips. Your shoulder is bit by the redheaded man behind you as he cups your breasts together, tugging on your nipple before rubbing the nubbed patterns on your areolas. "I can't take it any more daddy please!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he causes your pussy to queen and cream, balls slapping the underside of your ass, sticky with Endeavor’s cum.

"This is what you raised Yagi? A little whore?" Yagi chuckles, "I'm just as surprised as you are Enji, say why don't you join? You aren't one and done are you?" Endeavor scoffs, you wish that upon me don't you?"

Your mind, altered with lust, does not understand the hidden meaning behind the word "join" but you soon realize it when fat fingers are pushing their way in the same hole Toshinori occupied. "E-Endeavor?" You're shushed as his fingers pump inside you with Yagi’s cock, curling and prodding your walls at every turn. You feel fuller than you ever thought you could and the pressure only continued.

"Look at my pretty little girl taking her daddy's cock, so fucking tight for me. Can you do this for Endeavor too? Fit both our fat cocks in your hero guzzling hole?" You nod at the degradation and feel the warmth from Endeavor envelope your back. His tip massages the stretched opening as Yagi stops thrusting for a moment.

There is silence, and then there is pain. You hardly feel the initial penetration of Enji’s cock, but you do feel it when Yagi tries to move again. You can hardly breathe between the sandwich the 3 of you created and your comfort is practically ignored as they both begin to move at opposite tempos. “O-oh god!” With your eyes screwed shut and mouth agape the two men grunt against your ears.

Your g-spot and cervix are both pushed against as their thrusts become more impersonal. Endeavor grabs your arms from around Yagi’s neck before pulling them behind your back. Your legs tremble uselessly around Toshinori’s thighs. His breath huffing the more he exerted himself steam easily slipping from his lips the faster he went. “I’m gonna cum!” Endeavor grunts, pistoning out of you even faster than he was before. A hand rests on his shoulder and he’s shoved back making you whimper from the partial emptiness. “Not inside bastard.”

Yagi becomes his gental self again as his still hard cock slips from your entrance. He places you on the ground giving you time to prop yourself up before grabiing his dick and stroking it infront of your face. You are to fucked out to do anything but present yourself as a pretty little canvas as his cum paints your face. You lick the small drops painting your chin before flashing a coy smile, “Thank you Daddy!”

[lynenspray]

CAn you please do a paint me up kind of story for seulrene. Seulgi in wendy’s place and irene in joy’s. Like gp!seulgi and irene teasing

seulrene

tags: gp!seulgi, teasing, slight spit kink, pegging

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seulgi let out a breath, shivering. in her peripheral she could just barely see her own reflection in the mirror, with the light dim as it was. she was naked and strapped to the chair by black leather, holding her legs open and over the arm rests of the chair.

“you’re so pretty, baby. and all mine, isn’t that right?”

she strained against her bindings, hips jerking at the low, smooth voice. she would say something in reply, but her mouth was otherwise occupied by irene’s soft, delicate fingers.

“you’re my good, good girl.”

seulgi whined when irene’s fingers were replaced by the older woman’s mouth, goosebumps rising at the wet trail those digits left as they made their way down along her trembling torso. 

“uhnnmie,” she tried to cry out with her lips bitten and pressed on. the older woman’s fingers circled her groin, never quite touching her swollen member. she could feel irene’s smirk against her own lips.

“shhh, patience, my love. you’ll get what you want.”

she knew that, of course, irene never left her on the edge for too long. but it was hard to think beyond the burn of her constraints against her muscles, and the ghosting of her girlfriend’s lips on her neck. “p-please… unnie….”

seulgi could practically drown in the heady scent of her own arousal. irene was almost coaxing her to cum from her whispers alone.

just as seulgi felt another whimper rumble within her, the silicone head of irene’s strap started to nudge her ass cheeks apart.

“are you ready for me?”

“yesssss,” seulgi practically hissed, inching forward as much as she could, which was barely anything with how irene bound her. “i can take it, please let me—aah, hnnh!” the younger woman threw her head back, neck straining as every muscle pulled taut.

irene, much to seulgi’s simultaneous pleasure and pain, slowly rubbed her palm against the younger woman’s straining member. seulgi let out a disappointed groan when the press of irene's strap disappeared. 

"unnieeeee~" now seulgi was full on whining, impatient, nothing like the good girl irene insisted she was being. "fuckk meee…" 

the older woman let out a dark chuckle, leaving a wet kiss on just one of the myriad of hickies she left on seulgi's neck. "but i love it when you beg. besides," seulgi watched irene's eyes drop to her cock, still wrapped in the older woman's fingers, still oozing precum. "it's going to be so much better if you get yourself wet."

seulgi bit her lip when irene lazily stroked her stimulated member, urging herself to hold back, to stay still, that way irene would have no choice but to ram into her. 

irene pouted, eyes sparkling with mischief, obviously aware of what seulgi was trying to do. "naughty girl. don't worry, i can help." 

the older woman leaned back and gathered her spit in her mouth before letting it drip down onto seulgi's struggling member, coating it with the mix of precum and saliva alike.

seulgi grunted when irene set the pace, faster, rougher, sending her senses reeling from the stimulation. 

"ahn—uhn—unnie—" she tried to gasp out, words breaking apart as soon as she thought to utter them. she felt her lower abdomen tense up as the burning sensation in her balls readied for release. "please please i—" she paused as she started to come, seed dribbling out of her and onto irene's fingers, down her stiff dick, slipping into her crack.

irene licked her lips, watching the hot white fluid languidly trickle between seulgi's ass cheeks, the other woman flushed red. "that's it, baby, just like that. now that's my good girl." 

she leaned forward and licked into seulgi's mouth as an apology for the crudeness of it all but, honestly, can she blame her? seulgi was so beautiful, a flower on the edge of blooming, the sight of her just for irene. 

carefully, she unclasped the younger woman from her bindings, drifting soft fingers along the red marks, letting seulgi know she knew they were there and she'd make it up to her later. first… 

irene gave her one last peck on the lips before she massaged seulgi's legs open, pressing her strap against the other woman's thigh, asking for permission. "ready, sweetheart?" 

she trembled as seulgi whimpered and pulled her back, wrapping her arms around her neck. seulgi's kisses were raw and hungry, just a little bit desperate, as she replied with a "yes—mmffh—yesyesyes—" 

the older woman pumped the phallic head of her toy with the rest of seulgi's spunk that remained on her hand, lubricating it further. they didn't need any more words—couldn't even dream of speaking them with how feverishly they licked into the other. 

she simply pointed the tip against seulgi's puckered rim before slowly and steadily entering her with the younger woman's own juice as lubricant, leaking out of her hole. 

irene drank in the visual of her lover on the cusp of overstimulation by running her hands all over the woman, capturing the bulging veins at seulgi's neck, the soft indents left by the bindings on her arms, her rigid torso, her quaking legs, her sweat, all of it caused by irene pistoning in and out of her.

"ahhhh, haaahh, ohhh," the younger woman sobbed as their kissing finally culminated. irene felt her body burn up, wet slick slipping out of her at the sound, the smell, the feeling of her domination over seulgi. 

"fuck, god, you're so—fucking—tight." irene grunted as she roughly rammed into the presented hole, holding onto the chair for assistance, having half a mind to just pull seulgi out of it and throw her to the bed. 

but no, she wouldn't. because there was something else she wanted from seulgi, something the younger woman couldn't give her if faced down. 

"are you close?" the older woman growled, her thrusts slowing down as she tried to find the right angle to make seulgi spill over the edge. "baby—" 

"almost unnie i—just a little—yes there right there—" seulgi babbled as her arms fell from irene's shoulders, folding up above her head to scratch at the back of the chair while her body pulled taut once again. "fuck!" 

irene adjusted accordingly and quickened her pace, spurred on by the cute little moans her lover gasped out at each thrust. 

"i'm going t—" seulgi cried, her seed spilling out and shooting out onto her chest. "uhhhn ffffuck…" 

irene milked it out of her with only the strap to stimulate, slowing down her pace to an almost lazy tempo as seulgi continued to leak out her viscous cum. "that's it, baby, give me everything."

she watched as seulgi took her dick into her own hands, squeezing out her remaining spunk before slathering it all over her stomach, up between her breasts and then on them. 

irene followed her ministrations as if in a trance, breath calming, her own hands joining seulgi soon after. she scooped a bit of the younger woman's seed onto a finger before offering it to her, with her all too happy to oblige and suck irene's finger clean. 

"do i look good, unnie?" seulgi had the cheek to ask. 

"mmmh," irene affirmed before kissing her once more. "you'd look even better with mine all over you, too, though. what do you think, baby?" 

seulgi expression brightened from playful to excited, warming irene's heart. "what are we waiting for?" 

[littlefreya]

Sorry Freya, I feel like I'm letting the team down. I just can't seem to get on board with this new Henry in stockings kink. 😫

Maybe I need more pictures or a story or two to understand why its so hot. It might really help me out. 🤣🤣🤣

Yes this is a sneaky way of asking for a smutty story of sub Henry wearing stockings.

Summary: Henry suggests a little game of switching and you decide to stretch the limits...

Pairing: Sub!Henry Cavill x Reader (no description of ethnicity or body type)

Words: 1k, IDK how this happened.

Warning: RPF, 18+, Cunnilingus (Oral performed on a lady), man wearing stockings, SubMale / FemDom, powerplay.  

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts it.

A/N: Alright, you evil Minx!!! You want it? You got it!!! I hope I am doing this new kink justice and writing femDom which is not my expertise but still I try! Blaming @viking-raider​ for tagging me on the photo. :D 

Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed my work. 🖤

Lace

For one night only, he wanted to taste it, to feel the way you do - surrendered to someone's darkest desires like a marionette entangled in tendrils of lace woven by greedy fingers.

Not only you complied to dominate him, but you also wanted more, entertaining the fact of dressing him like a sex pet, the way he would fetishes you, to which he agreed without even an arch of an eyebrow. 

Sitting on an antique velvet chair, you cooled your nerves with a sip of red wine while Henry hid in the boudoir to get ready. Truthfully, you feared an absurd outcome. Perhaps the stockings were a bit too much? But then you snuffed these concern away as the demigod walked through the door and leaned against the wooden frame with a sultry grin tugging his lips. 

The way these thigh-stockings wrapped his legs made your inner walls milk around an empty void. 

There he was, virile in ways fairytales depicted beasts - a werewolf of a man - with dark fur peppering his torso and his thighs thick and muscular. One would think he carried rocks on his back. 

"Oh..." 

How could a man appear even more masculine while wearing a woman's clothing? 

The sight bludgeoned your mind, making you spread your legs under an unholy display to expose the wet patch that doused your panties. 

Some habits die hard. 

With the curl of your finger, you signalled him closer and watched how he moved; the hefty package nestled in a black jockstrap twitched and shifted heavily, the stains of his arousal almost matched yours.

He stopped mere inches away from you, his groin close enough for you to nuzzle, the musk of his cock brimming water on your tongue. But you battled the natural urge to serve and instead allowed both your palm and eyes descend over the sheer silk that choked his sturdy thighs.  

"So smooth," you hummed and grazed your teeth along your bottom lip, "do you like how it feels like, pet?"

Henry parted his lips to speak but then groaned with surprise as your hand smacked his rear without warning. 

You'd pay for this later...

"I like the way you look at me in these," he admitted with his Adam Apple bobbing up and down as your fingers greedily roamed up and down the thin material, worshipping every curve of muscle and sinewy tendon. You slipped your nails below the hem and teased him but then pulled your touch away.

"Get to your knees." The words slipped from your mouth unnaturally. Odd what strength they held, for you sensed an immediate surge of power, yet Henry's chest puffed with a silent protest, not accustomed to being spoken to in such manner. Still, he knelt before your spread-open legs, tongue drenching his lips as he faced your covered sex.

"You smell so good..." he admitted with a sharp inhale and swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat.  

"Then take these off and taste me."

Henry huffed at your command, resisting the desire to flip you over the armchair and fuck you mercilessly.

'Wouldn't that be an interesting sight? A man in lace and silk stockings punish-fucking his nymph of a wife. Perhaps later...' 

His hands nearly shook with furious anxiety while reaching for your hips. Slowly he peeled your panties away and then took each of your legs and placed them on his shoulders. A dark glint cascaded his cobalt eyes, meeting your gaze in fervour before he began lining your dew-dripping entrance with tender pecks.

Deeply, you moaned, the tension in your shoulders slumping to your gut and your hips sensually adulated to meet the kiss of his velvety lips. The sight of his curly mane between your thighs, of his back broad and arching, and the lace-clad knees scraping the floor descended a secondary wave of excitement upon you, and your walls further strained.

"Fuck..."

Devoted, Henry mapped the shape of your slit, first gazing his mouth and stubbly chin along the seams and then his tongue lasciviously savoured at the dew offered by your succulent flesh. The instinct to tease and control you dulled his senses, making him coax you into a puddle with long, languid licks that traced you smoothly from edge to edge. His lips wrapped around your clit in a shy suckle, pulling pathetic mewls of burning desperation from your sternum. 

Submit. You want to submit.

It took every drop of blood within you to resist surrender. Obstinate, you laced your fingers through his hair and stuffed his face hard against your cunt. 

"Fuck me with your tongue, now!"

His wrath blew hot against your mound, breath shuddering with resentment, his powerful tongue spread open and plundered your walls. You were to pay for this later, there was no doubt, yet as his tongue slipped in and out and his lips sucked on your petals, whichever irrational fears you had was bid farewell.  

Gasping and panting, you threw your head back, your claw mounted his head, taming the beast and riding his face while manoeuvring him harder against your mound. Down on his knees, Henry found both passion and aggression, earnestly feasting between your thighs. He despised the loss of control, vowing that once he'd have you come all over his face, he would later fuck your throat sore and make you lose your ability to speak for days.

But then his tongue grazed a spot in you that forced your entire body to writhe, and a helpless cry tore from your throat. Clutching on the cheeks of your rump, he spread them wide and hauled you wholly against his mouth. His tongue buried deep between your quivering walls, and then for a moment only, you were his helpless little pet, reduced to nothing in his arms.

Drinking every drop of your pleasure, he carefully pulled away, and wiped his chin with the back of his mouth.

"Oh god," you gasped and hissed, peering down at him through heavily hooded eyes.

"Good boy."

Henry beamed at your praise, but more so at the sight of you - utterly ruined by the might mouth. As his knees began to ache, he laid your legs down on the ground and rose to tower above you. His hands fixed the thigh-stockings over his hairy flesh and reached for the jockstrap to pull out his heavy cock.

"Ever had a man wearing stockings fuck your face, pet?"