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crepesuzette2023 · 11 months ago

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Hi! Because someone just asked me, I'd love you hear your Top 5 favourite McLennon fics!

You made my day! Nothing could have made me happier than this ask.

I'm not going to evade your question. I will post my top-five, even though it hurts to choose. But you inspired me to finally write a longer (okay: very long) post about some (not nearly all!) of my favorites, which will be under the cut.

(Sorry for not knowing every writer's tumblr, by the way. Please feel free to let me know, so I can tag authors where appropriate. Thank you!)

My Top 5:

MIRACLE WORKER by @scurator. What can I say. Every time I need my heart broken and to feel an inkling of what grace truly means, I go to this masterpiece about Paul and Robert Fraser finding each other again at Cavendish in 1981.

COAST STARLIGHT by bookofapril is "Miracle Worker's" cosmic twin. The sun to its night. Paul and Robert Fraser on Fire Island in 1974. Nothing I can say will do it justice, so I won't try. This is the "other world" conjured in "Tug of War," so powerfully and joyfully imagined, it's real. (I'm always thinking of this story, but I did so extra hard when I came across a prompt recently: 'They aren't each other's first love, but they're each other's true love'.)

SAME AS IT EVER WAS by RedheadAmongWolves. My favorite Outsider's POV. An ageing newsstand owner from Liverpool remembers John and Paul as boys and young men. There's something magical about the relationship coming alive in these glimpses. A story filled with tenderness that reminds me to always look closely.

AN ORGASM OF SOUND by @pauls1967moustache. The insanity of John and Paul in 1967 got the tribute it deserves. I sleep easier since I read this story. It feels cosmically right that it exists.

PLANT A SEED by @eveepe. Paul in his slutty sailor outfit in Miami. He and John are into each other, and happy, and fuck slowly. Afterwards, Paul has an idea for a new song. That's it. Tender, glorious, hot perfection. Apply at least once a week for best results.

For more thoughts about some of my favorite stories, sorted into very much defined-ad-hoc categories, read under the cut.

Young Love:

I love the myth of their first meeting, and stories that speculate about the sexually loaded creative fireworks/gritty jealousies/tentative hand-holding/topping and tailing during the first years. Here are some faves:

Paul finds music, and John, and his life is changing. In STREETS OF OUR TOWN (@with-eyes-closed) you can taste the upheaval and promise of first love and growing up. Deeply sensual, even without on-page sex. The shaky, sweet, and all-consuming fire of John and Paul’s first kiss is immortalized in ALL I KNOW SINCE YESTERDAY (RedheadAmongWolves). In NON NOBIS SOLUM (@downtothe-lastdrop), art student John simply has to know how far grammar school boy Paul will go to please him. But Paul matches him play-by-play. In THE CAST IRON SHORE (@m1ssunderstanding) Paul earns extra money through music and sex. John finds out. They fall in love, and hide their mutual pining behind transactions—but in the end, they man up to pair up, and get their band back on track. (The first part is finished; I can’t wait for part 2.) John and Paul’s ’61 trip to Paris has been honored in fiction many times; WHEN YOU ARE YOUNG THEY ASSUME YOU KNOW NOTHING (@lilypadd23) is a slow-burning, blessedly long story that blossoms sweetly. DON’T THINK ABOUT IT is the concept by which Paul measures both his pining for John and their deeply satisfying (but surely not really queer?!) sex life. Perfectly realized Paul POV by @merseydreams. Finally: I NEED YOU DARLIN’ (verse) (by @beatlessideblog) would have fit many categories, but I put it here, because in the end, it’s about young John and Paul becoming friends, making music, having sex, and falling in love. No more, no less. Embedded in a late 50’s/early 60's Liverpool omegaverse in which there's a place for their bond. But, surprise (?!): It’s still complicated. I can’t overstate how charming and satisfying and funny and hot this work is.

Old John and Paul:

Is there anything as lovely as imagining John and Paul growing old together?

In HERE TODAY (@herspecialagent), John and Paul found happiness with each other in Scotland. On 8th December 1980, they invite friends for a party, and fight an inexplicable sense of doom. A reminder that our other lives can be closer than we think, and to keep our loved ones even closer.

GROW OLD WITH ME (@inherownwr1te): Old farmers and husbands John and Paul enjoy domestic bliss, deal with a broken arm, and make sweet love.

HAVING COFFEE (@feathersandblue): John Lennon and Paul McCartney, “one of the most iconic gay couples in history,” look back on their early love, the Beatles, and being outed in the 80’s, in this oh-so-glamourous, well-written 2020 portrait…

Magical re-tellings of J/P and/or the Beatles Story:

No matter where you come down on the blessed vs. cursed continuum—they were living through something magical.

In KISSING THE BLARNEY (@zilabee) the Beatles draw love and music from kissing Paul, and each other, until the stupid world interferes. But fear not, all ends well. How to tell the truth through whimsy: this story demonstrates it.

In WE ARE ALL TOGETHER (also by @zilabee), John and Paul switch bodies. It helps.

I WAS A YOUNGER MAN NOW (THEN) (POST HOC) BY @fingersfallingupwards: Paul is a time traveler and braids his life together with John’s, out of order, through the years. And yes, they do grow old together—but not without losing each other first. I’m in awe of this story.

A darker time-traveling story is A MATTER OF TIME (D12Fan), in which John and Paul love each other, over and over, and never manage to make it work—but Paul won’t give up.

FOR THOUGH THEY MAY BE PARTED (@downtothe-lastdrop): The misery of the 'Get Back' sessions and memory-stunting technology imported from “Severance” are not enough to kill off John and Paul’s attraction and longing for each other. Again, this is basically what happened, so.

John and Paul without the Beatles?

Yes, please! Sometimes, the best way to dissect and celebrate (and fix?) this mesmerizing and exasperating partnership is to lift it from its context and drop it elsewhere. Anything goes.

WHATEVER FATE DECREES by @dailyhowl: A gorgeous, finely spun, securely handled, self-contained vision of how John and Paul could have worked as artists in love, without a band to 'legitimize' and constrain their bond. I love this homage to their deep and complicated love that needed trust and breathing room.

1967 by @walkuntilthedaylight: What if John and Paul had gone to Spain together and not come back? This story not only explores their relationship layer by layer, it also dives into the the feelings of those who knew them 'before' and who now meet them again, as a couple. A fascinating alternate history. Not a fluffy one.

TOMORROW I'LL MISS YOU (@pauls1967moustache): Paul abandons John in Hamburg—or John stays behind without bothering to write, depending on who you ask. This "Before Sunset"—AU reunites them, years later. They ride a bus and write a song, and the love and tension are sweet and painful.

DOUBLE FANTASY (by @javelinbk): Modern AU in which John and Paul meet at John's flower shop and manage to ignore and creatively re-interpret their feelings for one another for a surprising amount of time, before fate has mercy. I love how their sweet, well-matched eccentricity makes the world a warmer place for both of them.

WE ARE STARDUST (Unchained_Daisychain): AU. John and Paul meet at Woodstock, fall hard and fast for each other, and have to decide what to do with it: Paul's life is back home in England...except...

Angst, darkness, and courage:

Pain, fear, grief, and other dark emotions are part of the real J/P story, so it makes sense to honor and harvest them in fiction. One of my favorite brands of McLennon angst is the one triggered by their feelings for each other, and the thing they become once they're together™. When they're scared of how much they need each other, and of what will happen next.

ONE AND ONE AND ONE IS THREE and MANAGING EXPECTATIONS (both by @pauls1967moustache), for instance. The first is a terrifying threesome with Yoko (at John's instigation, of course), in which trust is never rewarded and sex resolves nothing. The second is Paul wondering, in thoughts both messy and crystal clear, whether he exists independently of John. He turns to Brian for answers. They fuck. It feels like a human thing compared to what is going on in Paul's mind. Just astounding.

SUNDAY DRIVER (@boshemians) dives into the theme of Paul and John being afraid of themselves in the aftermath of Paul's accident (moped, sexual) with Tara Browne. This one, like "Managing Expectations," ends on a lovely grace note.

MACABRE (@dovetailjoints). Lennon and McCartney go too far.

OPEN HEART (@paisanas). Paul drinks John's blood. John lets him. But Paul starts to hate himself for how much he needs John, which John feels as rejection. I love how this story ends on Paul embracing his need. You can see the painful, bare bones of their malnourished love under the lush sensuality of the vampire sex. Raw and rich.

SILENCE (@ohjohnnysblog). Short and piercing. If there is someone you love—tell them. Don't wait.

THE LATE, GREAT JOHNNY ACE (@midchelle). Reeling with grief, Paul is recording an album in 1981. George and Ringo are there. John is not. But in the end—he is. And they touch. I've always admired Paul's resilience in the face of having to perform or "prove" his love of John in public, and this story showed me, without sugar-coating, where this resilience comes from.

Light, hope, and fixing things:

There is also much lightness and brightness in McLennon, because John and Paul were ridiculous, and horny, and weird. And also: they deserve a laugh. They deserve the fluffiest of happy endings. They deserve high-quality, life-affirming smut. They deserve silly, because silly is what they were. You know their names, look up their number.

1980. John is in BERMUDA (@scurator), Paul visits. Paul comes prepared, John just comes. Sometimes, it can be this simple. This story always leaves me in such a good mood. Paul is the (more) experienced one, and it...really works for me.

GOT TO GET DOWN (@eveepe): In praise of John's obsession with Paul's...precious. His small and perfect prick.

ADVENTURES IN TOTAL HONESTY (@merseydreams). Pithy and sexy, and, I quote from the tags: #Excessive Margarita Mixing.

ANINUT (@pauls1967moustache): The Beatles heal, together and separately, after Brian's death. Once more, I quote the writer: "The Beatles did not follow any of the Jewish mourning traditions, and frankly, they should have."

The unhinged weirdness of the Mad Day Out, with John and Paul escaping and Francie, Yoko and Mal not missing them...much, is rightfully celebrated in one of the insaner stories I read: JOHN, I'M ONLY DANCING (@skylikeaflame)

FAIR'S FAIR (@javelinbk): John and Paul are being silly during a press conference, resulting in acute arousal requiring John's skilled intervention. I love the unexpected care and tenderness in this one!

WHERE THE POETS WENT (RedheadAmongWolves): Tender and enchanted story in which Paul and John go to a bookstore, where they're not as famous as everywhere else. As delicate as the chiming doorbells and the pages murmuring around them.

TAKEN AWAY (@crumblingcookies) Extraterrestrial Intelligence intervenes to reunite John and Paul.

CAN I TAKE MY FRIEND TO BED? (manhattanvalleys). Paul fucks the band in sequence and gets off in the end, as is his due. This is a story like Prince's KISS. No filler, all effect.

THEY SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY (@ohjohnnysblog). Warm and nostalgic phone sex in the 70's.

KEEP THE LIGHT WE'RE GIVEN (@backbenttulips). Amidst the rise of Beatlemania, Paul and John expect their first child. This is Paul's 1962 diary.

More Outsider POV's:

STILL MATES (@pauls1967moustache): in 1968, Peter Asher takes the leap to act on his feelings for his sister's spiraling ex fiancé. This isn't about Paul as much as about Peter, and who he wants to be. Gutting character study. It made me love Peter.

ANOTHER GIRL (@boshemians): Astrid reunites with the Beatles during the making of AHDN and registers their words and deeds with the same stark objectivity as her camera. I love how she seeks the shelter of obscurity while they are being dragged into the limelight. But she sees them, wherever they are. J/P in this story feels incredibly real to me.

WHY BUY THE COW (RedheadAmongWolves). The milkman sees everything on his early morning rounds: the arrival of a nice new family, the McCartneys, the mother's illness, the sadness after her death...and the arrival of a new love in the older son's life. He shouldn't approve—should say something, in fact. But a small inner voice holds him back.

SLEEPLESS IN WALES (thinkpink20). Mike overhears Paul and John whisper in bed. He doesn't understand everything they say. I do. Adorable.

Not each other's first love, but each other's true love

THIS YEAR'S FOR ME AND YOU (@skylikeaflame): After a long life, after deep and loving partnerships with other people, John and Paul, encouraged by their grown-up children, finally meet their mutual love head on. A festive story about waiting the perfect amount of time.

THERE ARE ALWAYS FLOWERS (tarenas): The Beatles are in the past; John and Paul's love is in ashes. Paul, who is fragile and bereft, lives with George, who is content. The four ex-Beatles unite for the second wedding of Mike McCartney. At times, the aching grief in this story is almost unbearable. But the love between George and Paul is unusual and real. This is unfinished. I'll keep waiting for the final chapter.

Beyond J/P

WANT ME WHEN I'M NOT THERE (@backbenttulips): Linda catches Paul cheating on her with John. She divorces him. Finally: a story that puts her most likely reaction front and center, with no mercy for the messed-up geniuses.

In the Rebecca-AU LOVE LIKE GHOSTS (@backbenttulips), Yoko becomes Mrs. Lennon. Soon, she discovers that her husband is haunted by the ghost of his first love. It's pleasing how well this re-telling matches the events as they (alas) (almost) happened. The ending is chilling. Genuinely horrifying. I love seeing Yoko as the sensible one and as the focus of empathy.

THE BASS LESSON (@aquarianshift). Paul and Stu fool around without letting go of their mutual resentment for even a moment. And it works. "Let's never do this again." I don't think so.

TELL ME ALL MY LOVE'S IN VAIN (@midchelle). Forget about quote unquote platonically obsessed male rock stars: This about about Maureen and Patti through the years. The web weaving continues.

SPOTLIGHT ON JOHN AND STU (@dailyhowl) A love story in letters—too brief, like Stu's life, but sounding as if the writer transcribed their dictation. Some of the best descriptions of what it must have been like to play on stage with the Beatles during the mania are in NO I IN THREESOME (@with-eyes-closed). George finds himself in the beam of attention between John and Paul, and nearly loses his mind. But he's determined to stay and become part of them. Paul is daddy and "fucks like music" as seen through George's eyes. The whole story is vicious and hot and uncomfortable—until there's the love and quiet at the eye of the storm.

Not for the faint of heart! WHAT THE CIGGIE CARTON SAW (@waveofhand): Paul McCartney having his way with cigarettes.

This is getting out of hand...but I'll stop here. There are so many more stories I love. And I can think of many other categories that would deserve their own post.

So, who knows: To be continued?

#fic rec #mclennon #mclennon fanfiction #mclennon fic #asks #fic recs #overall favorites fic recs

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newchangestf · 1 year ago

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Lesson learned

Being a model was great, the work was easy and the pay was plenty. I got to work out at the gym, show up for a few photos and have men and woman fawn over me online.

Gay guys were always the thirstiest. Always liking, sharing, commenting what the want me to do to them. It was pathetic. Why would I, looking like this, want to go anywhere near a guy when I could bag so much pussy?

It was funny though, teasing them, I'd always post pictures teasing them so I could laugh at how pathetic they were.

"These faggots are honestly so pathetic. Could you imagine actually wanting to take a dick up your ass?" I said aloud laughing at some of the comments on my latest post.

Turns out I wasn't alone. I don't know who overheard but a message suddenly appeared on my phone.

"In this day and age it is really disappointing to see someone so young and so attractive be so backwards." It read.

I scoffed at it and replied with the laughing face and middle finger emoji.

"Well, It seems its going to take more than a stern word to change your mind. I think it's time you learned your lesson." read the response.

That night when I was in bed sleeping, my mind started to wander. I started thinking about hot babes with huge tits and round asses. Imagining myself towering over them.

However, I started to imagine myself looking up to them. Feeling smaller and weaker.

As I looked up to these woman they bagan to change. Their tits remained huge but began to become firmer and squarer. Soon I was no longer staring at their round asses huging a bikini but rather a bulge in the front of their boxers?

I began sweating heavily in the bed. The once beautiful beach babes had turned into towering men with huge pecs and fat cocks. My cock began to grow firm and leaky as I looked up to these...these muscle daddies. I imagined myself dropping to my knees to worship their meat.

What was going on? Why was I thinking like this? Why did I want their disgust...no gorgous cocks in my mouth and ass?

I was now in a pool of sweat and pre cum in my bed. My breathing growing faster and faster as I began to savour these imaginary beasts.

Eventually it all reached it's crescendo. The two men exploded over my face whilst I, beyond the dreamworld, blew my load.

Nothing was the same after that night. I was still a model of course but I lost all interest in woman. The thought of bedding a swimsuit model done nothing for me now.

No, what scratched that itch, and boy did I have an itch, was being slammed by hot men with fat cocks. I could remember a time before I became this slutty manwhore. I learned my lesson, I certainly am pathetic especially when I have a man inside my ass.

#male tf #gay transformation #straight to gay #mental transformation

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tobyislame · 1 year ago

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Hi this is awkward s/o person again, you have fueled my toby brain and I'd like to make another request (if you're willing)

What would he be like with his s/o on Halloween? Does he dress up with them, get candy, or maybe stay home and watch scary movies with them? And very important question...if he dresses up, who would he dress up as?

toby rogers x reader: HALLOWEEN EDITION!!!!

welcome back friend!!! i will always be willing i love your requests!! OHOHOHO i am going to get soo silly with this one

- toby goes fucking BALLISTIC over halloween oh my god. it's the only time of the year where he can go into town and just be normal. everyone's got masks on, everyone's donning costumes, so he blends in like butter on bread. being able to exist in a public space without so much as a dirty look is fucking elating, it's one of the only graces of normalcy that he gets and he milks the opportunity for everything its got. what most would treat like any other day, he treats like a paragon. for one night he isn't toby rogers, wanted dead or alive - he's just some guy.

- he's suuuper fucking annoying about it too. he wants to do ALL the halloween stuff and he WILL drag you along with him whether you want it or not. his mansion buds aren't exempt from this treatment either no one is safe

- before night falls and the real fun begins, you guys are staying in and he's making SURE you have a good day. he's got those cheap halloween cookies in the oven (you know the ones they got pumpkins on em), his place is done up with lights and tacky dollar store decorations, and he's got a pot of apple cider simmering on the stove that mixes with the woodsy smell of his cabin just fucking beautifully. he tries really hard.

- he gets really fucking into it, and you can't help but find his admittedly childlike excitement over it a little endearing. if you ever commented on it, about how he hardly gets this excited over anything else, he'd probably just get all weirdly defensive and dismissive over it. he's been this way about it since he was a kid, never really grew out of it. even after everything.

- he's putting out a SPREAD of treats for you guys: candy corn, caramel corn, the works. can't have it any other way if you're marathoning slashers. there's a sort of unmentionable effort he puts into it with the halloween paper plates he goes out of his way to get (steal), one of those little details that puts this subdued warmth in your chest. he wants to make everything nice for you. he wants for you to have good things.

- you two. on his pilled up couch. grandpa sweaters. steaming apple cider in thrifted (stolen) mugs. flannel blanket. crackling embers from the log burner. oh yeah baby

- he makes halloween movie watchlists. oh yeah he's serious about this. he only really likes the kind of stuff you can snag off rental store shelves: sleepaway camp for eye candy (we need more slutty slutty men in horror flicks), hellraiser but only the 1987 one, texas chainsaw massacre but only the 1974 one (he's got a crush on leatherface that he'll never admit to anyone or himself), the thing is his fucking FAVORITE horror movie of all time, throw the final destinations in there just for fun, stuff like that. saw movies are his guilty pleasure. even with you, he tries to be some hard-ass and play it off when he gets all spooked and jumpy, though the way he clings to you just a little tighter says something else.

- yea this man has split skulls and gotten brain matter stuck in his hair and horror movies still scare him

- now the most important question: costumes.

- ok i have two visions for what he'd be and in both events he's forcing you to dress up with him: for one i can totally see him throwing on some ferris bueller getup and dragging you along as either sloane or cameron, or y'all are going as bill and ted and he's calling dibs on bill (so he has an excuse to wear a crop top it's totally only for the costume). if you refuse to dress up he will not shut up about how you're "no fun" until you give in

- he also uses the holiday as an opportunity to terrorize the general public. you guys are hiding out in corn mazes and jumping out at whatever poor soul happens to walk by like some surprise scare actor, pretending to be ghosts to scare off the kids who think hanging out at cemeteries makes them cool. he's the village menace. genuinely the HOA puts up a sign saying look out for this guy

- he takes you "trick or treating" but with the biggest quotations ever. he'll go around to the houses that just have bowls of candy out with a sign that says "please take one" or something and straight up just take the bowl

- when he isn't having (mostly) harmless fun and treating the townspeople like his plaything, he's treating you to some good wholesome traditional halloween activities, and he's a massive sucker for those. like, no fucking question about it he is dragging your ass to the pumpkin patch. if he's lucky he can get a five finger discount on some caramel apples for you two. of COURSE he's hauling some pumpkins home for you guys to carve, even if he'll just inevitably leave them to rot on his porch but he SWEARS he'll throw them out soon he SWEARS

- he insists on going to at least one haunted house even though he's the one that always gets you two kicked out for clocking scare actors. he's banned from most of them

- at some point in the night you'll probably end up crashing some college house party and, even though they scare him shitless, nothing makes him feel more like a guy than standing around with a red solo cup in his hand. he isn't there to make friends anyway (god knows he has no clue how), he's the one that just kinda pets the dog the entire time then leaves

- at the very end of day you guys are falling asleep tangled up in each other on the couch, smoke hanging in the air and the dvd screensaver bouncing around on the tv screen

#hes just a guy man idk what 2 say #he gets to hav a little humanity as a treat #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #toby rogers x reader #creepypasta #tobyhcs #tobyxreader

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gabessquishytum · 8 months ago

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When dream comes back to hob after his capture they quickly become friends. But weirdly Dream starts to notice a lot of people seem to be dreaming about hob. His smile, his furry chest, and especially his cute little arse are featuring in a lot of wet dreams and fantasies. More than is normal.

And sometimes the scenes are the same. At least 100 people have had very similar dreams about hob getting spit-roasted by a man and a woman with a strap on.

At first dream worries this is something kind of spell. And then he figures it out.

As a pastime, hob’s been making porn.

He’s got a reputation for elaborate group scenes and as a sub, alternating between bratty with men and sweet as sugar with women. He’s turned his natural sex drive and sluttiness into a cash making opportunity.

He also has a medieval-themed series where he plays a solider who offers up his arse to help his fellow comrades “relax,” which Dream suspects is more than a little autobiographical.

Dream quickly gets addicted to his videos but doesn’t know how to tell hob he’s been watching.

I love the image of Dream guiltily watching porn, secluded away in the dreaming. Slamming his laptop shut when Matthew comes in to check on him.

And the way Hob comes to find out is completely accidental in fact. Dream decides on a whim that he would like to see his friend (genuinely, with no ulterior motives), and hops into the waking world. Where he finds Hob in the middle of hair and makeup...... at a porn studio. Dream thinks about leaving, but it's too late - Hob has spotted him. He even waves cheerily, not at all embarrassed. So Dream takes an unnecessary breath, and steels himself to hang out with his friend at the studio.

Hob, as it turns out, is eager to talk about his side-hustle. He shows Dream the cameras and sound equipment, raving about how they can take so much footage these days. He even gets excited about the lights! Dream can't help relaxing and smiling, as Hob’s enthusiasm is so infectious.

And then it's time for Hob to get to work. Instead of waving Dream off, he pulls the most dramatic puppy eyes and asks Dream to stay, please? Well. Dream isn't exactly going to object, is he? He was only going to go back to the dreaming and watch more videos...

Hob, meanwhile, is using the porn shoot as an elaborate seduction method, having no idea that he's already thoroughly seduced Dream via his previous videos. Bless him, he's working so hard. He keeps looking at Dream through his eyelashes while he's being fucked by the other actor. He makes the prettiest noises, and Dream is already influencing the director to make sure they don't get dubbed over.

When the scene is finished Hob is bundled up in towels and given some basic aftercare by the studio staff, but Dream decides its not enough. He strides over and immediately kneels at Hob’s feet to kiss his hand and invite him back to the dreaming.

...where Dream will ultimately come clean, and show Hob his search history. But only after he's made quite sure that Hob knows that he is the most incredible little slut in the whole wide world...

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft

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ebonyslasher · 1 year ago

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hey, I'm coming from ao3 andddd your work is seriously good! I want to request a poly!stu/billy/reader and its NSFW 😏😁

This was asked some time ago, I hope you'll be able to read and enjoy!

Stu, Billy, You

"When you bend over like that it makes me go crazy..."

"Stu, what the fuck ?" Billy, who was once bending over and was fixing something out of place, quickly straightens his form.

"Dude, don't act like you don't bend over for me anyway." Stu said, annoyed. Billy knows he likes being objectified.

Exasperated, Billy sighs and continues what he was doing. He wasn't in the mood for Stu's shenanigans. He just wants to reorganize his horror stuff.

There's a few minutes of silence before Stu speaks up again.

"You know what today is right?" Stu playfully inquires.

"What. Stu." Billy grits through his teeth.

"It's Stu Thursday!" Stu happily announced. Ah, Billy finally knew why he was acting so irritating all day.

Stu Thursday. It was the day that all three of you stupidly decided that there (A) must be a threesome and (B) Stu would be in control all day.

Oh fucckkkkk. Billy was high when he agreed to that right? Because why would he torture himself like that? He brings up his hand to his hair in frustration. He just wanted to re-organize his shit man.

"Yeah....Stu Thursday..." Billy blandly said.

"You know it bro!! Hey...Y/n is gonna be here soon. You could be more fun." Well, at least there was something Billy could actually be excited for. Your presence always lifted him up.

Billy tries to go back to organizing, but a knock on the door distracts him. Stu bounds across the room and Billy hears him yell,

"It's Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

"Heyyyyyyy!" You walk in the front door, hugging Stu tightly. Lifting you up, he swings you arounds before asking, " You know what today isss?"

"Stu Thursday!"

"Woo, that's my y/n! Glad you're excited unlike someone else."

Billy is perched against the doorway, watching the scene in front of him. Stu looks at him with cut eyes. He just turns away and goes back into the room.

You and Stu look at each other, prompting you to ask, "Shower and threesome time?"

"Hmmmm.....Let's get in onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Grown folks business under the cut!

A small, two bedroom house stands still in a beautifully dull neighborhood. It belongs to two exciting young men, who spend their energy on important activities: Killing and Fucking. The latter of which was, unfortunately, covered by curtains. No one could see the alluring scene that was occurring in the bedroom.

"Bend over in front of the edge of the bed." No one would believe that Stu could be commanding. But if it's something that he truly wants, he'll make sure to get it.

Standing wonderfully nude before him, You and Billy turn to face the bed. Lowering yourselves, face and chest rest on the bed. Legs begin to bend to make contact onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh ah ah!...Legs up. And use those hands to separate them cheeks."

Billy wanted so much to die and preen at the thought of doing that. You, on the other hand, were so eager. It was instantaneous how fast you raised those sexy legs and spread those fantastic brown cheeks open.

Billy was hesitant, he straightened up his legs, but didn't pull his ass apart. Stu notices and begins to encourage him.

"As much as I love seeing that plump, petite ass...Billy...you know you got a beautiful asshole. Show it off."

Billy relents, the sluttiness in his soul taking over. Stu was manipulating his desire to show his body off. And Billy was letting him. Taking his hands, he grabs the sides of his ass and pulls them apart.

"Damn, this is a fucking view! I can just watch you two just like this, Where's the popcorn!"

"Stu." "Stu."

"Okay okay, but what would make this better?...how about touching her pussy."

Billy changes his position to the side facing you, bending under your torso and still presenting his ass in the air. Gorged with blood, stood your brown and sexy clit. Billy starts to rub directly on it, surprised how wet you were already. The wetness starts to come down, hanging like a sparkling string between your legs. Billy wants to catch to taste it, but Stu interrupts.

"Let it drip."

Billy, complying, continues to play. Soft fingers glides down your inner and outer labia, just before hitting your urethra. One finger circles over it, making you gasp softly.

Stu, who's magically sitting in a char, is now masturbating. Rotating clockwise with his right hand, he teases his pink head. Pre-cum leaks, but it's not enough for him. Prepared, Stu picks up some water based lube. Going straight in, he squeezes the cold liquid onto the slit of his head. He loves how uncomfortable cold it is, and glides his other hand down his cream shaft.

2 minutes pass by before Stu gets antsy for more action. Quickly standing, he pulls a syringe out of his drawer. After some preperation, Stu gives Billy the syringe now full of lube.

"Prepare yourself while I dig in pretty y/n's guts, bro."

Billy circles his fluttering hole before he sticks the syringe into it. Laying on his side, with one leg in the air, he injects the very COLD-

"FUCK Stu, you coulda at least warmed it up first!!!" Billy yells, but it falls on busy ears. You were moaning up a storm while Stu was working your pussy in. Billy is continuously distracted by how erotic you are while he hurries to prepare himself. Watching your pleasure made him desperate for his own.

For some off reason, Stu pulls out, making you scoff in frustration. Stu pushing you onto the bed. His eyes held darkness in them. Guess he was really into his role.

"Say mustard if it's too much." Stu instructs quickly.

"Why mus- OH!"

You were flipped over and your juicy legs pushed up against your chest. That thick, long dick pushes into you again. His strokes were fast making you cream more. Billy decided to reach in between and rub your clit so nicely. The surprise attack had you sharply inhaling for a split second, making an awkward sound. But, it didn't matter. Your climax was coming so fast that you didn't get time to warn them.

Stu feels your contracting and pushes in, making your orgasm a tad more powerful.

"Ahhh gooooddd y/n!! Fucking love it when you cum like that!" Stu exclaims, watching you twitch in awe. He pulls out and turns to Billy.

"Your turn, bro."

"Do you have to call me bro, every time...?

"Okay, BILLY. Drop that ass on my dick then."

"Wait, I'm not-"

"Too bad!!"

Stu grabs Billy by his narrow hips and throws him onto the bed. While trying to get his bearings, Stu grabs him again, placing him on his lap. A little scared of Stu's enthusiasm, Billy lifts his right leg to bare his hole.

"Fuck yeah," Stu grabs his shaft, placing his head against his second prize of the night. He pushes past it, and Billy instantly tenses.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me. Billy, relax. Think about something else."

Taking his advice, Billy breathes slow and low. He starts thinking about doing his skin care routine as Stu deepens their connection.

Stu starts slow. After Billy feels adjusted properly, he gives Stu the okay. Then he starts his selfish pace.

"Fuckkkkk, Stu!" Billy winces and groans in a mix of pain and pleasure, like he likes it.

Relaxed, you observed the fucking with bedroom eyes. You loved watching those two fuck each other, it was the best aphrodisiac.

Billy breaths through his mouth, rushes of air hold a tune of moans along with it.

With Stu suddenly pushing into his prostate, Billy comes immediately. "Shit!" It was embarrassing how fast he climaxed, but he didn't care. The events leading up to it were too erotic for him not so cum so quick.

"Whew...damn bro. Your ass is fucking awesome. Get on the floor, on your knees. Both of you." Stu commands as he catches his breath. You both comply, albeit sluggishly.

"Mouths open and wide."

Stu stands above the both of you, beating his dick over your hungry mouths. "Make sure..fuck...just fucking catch it!!!"

He comes as you both get splattered with his sperm. He waves his dick back and forth, squeezing some of the last bits into both mouths.

"This was a damn good Stu Thursday."

#slasher x reader #black reader #billy loomis #stu matcher #stu x reader x billy #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #grown folks business

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killakalx · 5 months ago

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Pookie ur making me blush ehbfiwebiub I'm so glad I found someone as deranged as me litterly makes my stomach do a thing <3 (I have kidney failure)

like you think my lil ol ask are to good? keeping me a secret? hheehehhehe blushing and giggling 🤭🤭🤭

anyways, sure Jason at first is a bit like "erm.. ok I guess." when you first start messing around with his nipples but I firmly believe that he's so touch starved after while of messing around and they start to get a bit puffy and red from the constance touching he'll kinda start letting out cute little breaths and his face start to turn red, he's pushing you away cause he can't figure out if he likes it or not. I feel like he wouldn't bust in his pants from touch and more like it feels good but he needs more stimulation. its more like edging with him you know? Roy tho, bro can cum on the spot from just accidentally brushing against him. he knew he had sensitive nipples but he just never really messed with like before they would just itch??? ig?? or he'd get a shiver down his back but that's it, but after you find out about that and start to mess with them more often its to the point he has to go shirtless at home because he doesn't wanna bust in his pants while he's in the middle of something. just play with his nipples and nothing else for a good 30 minuets and he won't be able to form a single thought. Dick, since I'm not a huge fan of him I haven't really thought of it tbh? its mostly just Roy and Jason, but I feel like he'd be a mixed of both? Like he can be stimulated by his nipples but I feel like he'd have to already cum a few times before like his body is just so exhausted and overstimulated that he can't really control anything.

also Roy have a tongue piercing, eyebrow, and nipple piercings. He used to have a spectrum but not anymore cause it kinda irritated him during his hero work and stuff, he also got an eyebrow piercing after having lian. Dick just has studs cause he has that clean pitch boy look and Jason have a nose ring and a few ear piercings. Roy also has an ear piercings.

anyways I never thought id rant so much about nipple stimulation about grown men but life just takes you to wild places. Love you have a great day MUAh 😘 😘 😘

-🫶

girl. tumblr takes you to wild places. like this blog 🫶🏽 i’m glad u found your way to me bae

mmm instead of pushing you away, jason’s pulling you over the bulge in his pants and tugging at your clothes. more like he’d rush you into the fuck instead of letting you drive him insane because he does end up liking the stimulation to some extent. gets all huffy and antsy for the cat and in turn it drives you away from his pecs and to his cock, which was his intention when he started feeling a little out of control of the situation.

roy harper you pathetic motherfucker. when i get my hands on you. i’d want him to need more stimulation before he can cum just so i can torture his ass yk? and you said he’s gotta walk around shirtless… soooo free use? anyone? but instead of him touching all over you whenever he wants (bc he does that anyway), you get to sit with him while he’s on the couch and kiss all over him whenever you want. or better yet- just straddle him out of no where and nibble at his neck while your hands rub and pinch all over. and i mean until he’s basically fucking up into you through layers of clothes and begging you to get him off. drive that man insane!

“since i’m not a huge fan of him” oh i just fell to my knees nonnie don’t say that to me ever again 😞 it’s ok though bc i’ve got this bit. instead of his nipples his sensitive part is his stomach/abdomen. it isn’t that bad but he probably gets butterflies when you kiss your away down and he loves when you do it before sucking him off <333 trail lipstick and cover him in red kisses, make him look like those slutty models with his collar and tie fucked up yk? probably wants you to take pictures too

mmmmmm eyebrow piercing after lian 🥰🥰🥰 so he’s got the nice facial hair and slightly exhausted look in his eyes??? ugh i love my dilf sm. and i had the same thing in mind for dick, he’s gotta keep the clean preppy pretty boy look for the most part, but i still wanna give him a tongue piercing. something that’s sexy and isn’t obvious unless he’s being a whore about it on purpose 😋 and fuck let’s give jason a smiley or snakebites bc i’ve made it so clear that i’m obsessed with mouth piercings. in all honesty i don’t think he’d have anything other than ear piercings, i think his thing would be tattoos, but let a girl dream

#kali ;; inbox #🫶🏽 anon !!#kali ;; dg #kali ;; jt #kali ;; rh

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iconocon · 2 years ago

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off limits | gasly

summary: how much control does one person possibly possess

warnings: pick me mc (im sorry not sorry), slutty pierre, bad friend x1000

type: oneshot | wordcount: 1.6k | angst ⚔︎

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your eyes followed the same sweat bead as it fell from his messy brunette head onto his bottom lip to then splitting off onto his chest into smaller beads like one of those over dramatized workout commercials. whatever air was left in your chest or even in the outdoor garage was most certainly straining to escape as your eyes met the blue ones that held all types of your attention.

pierre gasly

now usually you wouldn't have a moral dilemma at the thought of treating a man as an object but as your mind came up with all kinds of obscene scenarios of just climbing ontop of the beautiful in the middle of the room with no shame in front of everyone who works there you knew the seriousness of the "off-limit clause" that has been put with asterisks on this very one. your best friend iris had been seeing pierre for a little under a month yet far before they even got together you knew of the frenchman due to the fact that you had been an avid watcher of motorsports ever since you were young. in fact, you were the one who showed him to that very friend one night as you were doing a tiktok trend where she had to guess what the different drivers' names were by just their headshots. when the video went semi-viral and was liked by not only the alpha tauri team admin but by the two drivers you simply didn’t know what to do with yourself.

if you thought that the like was enough to kill you the dm of a big red heart was enough to resurrect you back from the grave. in the end, you decided it was more stressful than it was worth to try and think of a message that night to send back to the simple message. which you’ve done nothing but regret since, as the next day your very friend read off a series of dms between her and the driver to you over breakfast. now don’t get it twisted you were more than happy for your friend but you were also disappointed as you always told her about your teeny tiny crush on the same man she was gushing over who she called “nothing special” a couple hours ago on film.

you were hoping that the fascination would end as fast as it started so you both could go back to your respective interests but you found iris engrossed in not only her phone but your sunday night race viewings which is something that she was never into before when she resorted to calling it “boring” and to just tell her when they took their helmets off so “she could at least stare at something”. now, the last thing you were ever expecting however was being forced out of your apartment in a short dress to go to a random LA club to see your celebrity crush in a very unbuttoned button-up shirt and messy hair smiling at you asking how you were in a thick whiskey-smelling accent.

after not even two words were exchanged between the both of you the night changed fast, your friend automatically pulled the man to the dance floor and the last time you saw them and when you did in the large crowd of bodies she was dancing in a way you haven’t seen since a few freshman yr college frat parties when you both needed to let off some steam after exams. the vodka redbulls you were drinking were starting to taste like sparkling water which was a big enough cue for you to leave on your own as the bar stool you were perched on was not as comfy as you once thought getting bumped and hit on by enough sloppy men to count. calling over the bartender with one hand you rustled in your purse to find the 20 dollar bill you knew was shoved somewhere in there but before it could be located a hand found its way to your shoulder making you cringe at the thought of having to turn down another man when all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then lay in your nice warm bed.

“don’t worry about it cherie”

“huh?”

clearly, you heard perfectly well who and what was being said to you but you just wanted to either hear it again or make sure you weren’t hallucinating, which between the loud music it was hard to differentiate between the two. when the pressure of the weight on your shoulder increased and a certain warm sense of goosebumps raise all over your skin you realized he was trying to help you out by talking directly into your ear but once again you were distracted so you only heard the ending.

“-worry i got it”

you could smell the strong scent of your friend's perfume still stuck on his skin yet you couldn’t help the way your thighs tightened at the way his lips grazed the very tip of your ear. it took every fiber of dignity you were even surprised you had left in you to tighten your grip on your own purse and give standing a try which was only made worse when a strong hand wrapped itself around your waist pulling you into his side so you didn’t fall on the sticky club floor. the drunken fog that took over your brain was going into overdrive as one of the acrylic nails on your right hand skimmed the toned board of abs that brought about an evil set of thoughts rushing back leading you to only be able to stare at his very pretty…neck?

“PIERRE!!!”

the sound of your friend's voice finally brought you back to earth as you jumped off her dancing companion's body like his skin was actually fire burning you inch by inch and without even a second glance you pointed to the door signaling your friend you were leaving.

after that night you made sure to stay as far away as possible from the couple- actually you weren’t sure what they even were but you knew that the girl code has one very big rule about this one scenario, finders keepers and that left all thoughts classified unless asked which especially counted the late at night ones when you check his instagram dumps of the races or the stories of him working out smirking on the beach that showed enough skin to make a nun blush.

back to the beginning, you obviously were not that successful in staying away as you sat in his team garage at COTA as he did push-ups in the middle of the two conjoining sides with his fireproofs off and his overalls hanging on his waist. everything this man did was a tease and it all felt like it was in spite of you, almost like he knew something you did not. as if he knew of your the ongoing battle that raged in your head telling you how bad of a friend you were but truly how much strength did one woman possess.

later on in the session, a couple of the other guys came over and introduced themselves to you both and while you did not feel in your element at all your friend was pulling both charles and carlos by their respective arms and forcing them into a conversation about if they thought switching teams so the color would go better with their skin complexion. in the end, you found a safe space in the corner with one of the engineers and eventually esteban came and joined in on a conversation about the difference in this years cars shocking you as you were more than content just being a watcher among the crowd. eventually, you found yourself blending in with the crew and laughing as the alpine driver told you about some misfortunes he found on track that evening.

finally, when the day was over you found yourself sighing at the relief that you could go home, far from the evil thoughts that plagued your hormonal mind. all that was between you and a nap was to pick up your bag from one of the driver's rooms yet you didn’t even get a chance to have that peace of mind as the minute you made it through the threshold you were taken back by the sound of being followed actually to be more exact- to be pushed towards the middle of the room.

“since when did you become friendly”

“wha-“

“i said-“ and with each step he made forward you met him with one backward eventually until the back of your thighs made contact with the desk that sat in the corner of the room. the final step he made landed his body between your own thighs along with two solid arms coming to cage your legs in so there was no escape.

“what are you doing?”

“if french is your thing we can talk french”

the jealousy comment went straight over your head to the point where you weren't even sure if this was reality or not anymore, were you dreaming? it felt like you were trying so very hard to stare at his eyes it was almost as if you could feel his heated stare on your lips specifically the bottom one that was now retreated under your teeth to hopefully change his attention.

“pierre-“

“i’ve been asking about you and i finally get you here and you talk to everyone but me?”

the famous goosebumps that always seem to be present when he was around returned as his right hand lightly ghosted up the skin on your arm to your shoulder and found the space to span his five fingers from collarbone to the clench of your jaw. it was so hard to even think straight let alone play along with this back and forth word game he quite obviously was enjoying. what was he trying to get out and why was it impossible to think of anything other than the way his body felt against yours?

“i know the way you look at me mon ange”

“we can’t”

“we can and we will”

“but what about ir-“

before you could even finish your sentence the grip on your necked tightened and you were tugged into him face first, lips, teeth, and all met each other as even when your body tightened like all muscles on high alert you sunk into the playboy falling for his charm even when you knew you would be the only one to be hurt in this scenario.

#f1 fanfic #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #f1 fanfiction #driver x oc #driver x reader #oc x reader #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 drabble #pierre gasly #📗#f1 smut

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strangerhands · 1 year ago

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10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

waaaaaa omg thank you for the tag em 🫶 @runa-falls!! its been 800 years since i got to do a tag game (and make my own post for once..) so thanks! this actually made me happy but also a little "oh shit. people know i exist..?" i also made this post unnecessarily long but its me so whats new

ummm its all. only. oscar. not sorry (a little sorry)

1. marc spector + steven grant + jake lockley, moon knight-my absolute beloveds. moon knight is so special to me. the boys are so special to me. theres really nowhere near enough i could say here about them but if you get it, you get it. its also what got me into oscar (even though i discovered immediately that he was in annihilation and x-men: apocalypse WHICH I WATCHED YEARS AGO GODDAMMIT)

2. robbie paulson, law and order: criminal intent-listen. hes my girlfriend. my babygirl. my love. my sweet boy. the one plaguing damn near every Thot. most niche character here. wish he was real. wish there was more content of him out there but good god if fran (@/midgardian-witch, who also made that gif) hasnt been holding it downnnnnnn. bless.

3. poe dameron, star wars sequel trilogy-beautiful brave sweet husband who would maybe drive me a bit insane irl but in a good way (mostly) i wanna protect him. (also the only star wars films ive seen sorryyyyy sorry. yes it was for him. and adam driver.)

4. miguel o'hara, spider-man: into the spider-verse + spider-man: across the spider-verse-ohhh you beeg grumpy beautiful man. he would not like me. bite me pls (also still my two favourite movies oat.) craving some milk and cake suddenly... (his hair wings..<3)

5. cecil dennis, revenge for jolly!-pathetic little dirty alley cat man my beloved. my little princess. also my babygirl girlfriend little guy loser boy. (AND THE CURLSSSSSSS. AND SAD COW EYES.)

6. nathan bateman, ex machina-asshole who i unfortunately love. we would not get along irl but thats what fics are for!!!! he would make me cry. (but what if i could fix him..) i have a soft spot for him...

7. llewyn davis, inside llewyn davis-sad beautiful talented man. you can crash at my place any day. i would let him leech off of me idec lemme help you baby. i could show you what love is. (the curls and outfits...... i Crave.)

8. santiago garcia, triple frontier-woof. this guy. damn. yeah. sorry santi but i wanna bite your knees

9. blue jones, sucker punch-literally. asshole piece of shit but good god. whore. so slutty and beautiful and PATHETIC. i would let him be mean to me and then cry in private. but also put him in his place. its complicated. (whoever did his eyeliner and club wardrobe in that movie... i owe you my life. thank you. thank you. you deserve everything. thank you.)

10. mikael boghosian, the promise-oh. sweet beautiful intimate lover man. THAT scene... absolutely killed me. THAT SHOULDVE BEEN MEEEEE. i need him. (i am taking this moment to remind yall of the titty bite. yea. not sorry. youre welcome.)

honestly i couldve put nearly all of oscars characters but alas.

no pressure tags, hope none of you mind! i know this is very sudden and unexpected from me. only tagged some mutuals so its not 10 :p sorryy (sorry if youve been tagged already)

@my-secret-shame @saturn-rings-writes @spacecowboyhotch @villainsoftheweek @f4nrir @kouichijo @mugensword

again, no pressure to do this. hope everyone tagged is doing well! i havent interacted with some of yall in a long time<3

all gif credits go to their respective creators! i have no idea if tumblr automatically shows who made them or not, so sorry if it doesnt.

#tag game #yaayyyy #also kind of funny i got tagged when ive been thinking about starting to write again soon...👀

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xxxevilfilms · 4 months ago

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Manhole 3: Dick Rider

Info: Sol is now a regular at the Oasis, no thanks to Axl of all people.

Kinks: Cuntboy, Stripper/Prostitute, Himbo/Male Bimbo, Monster Cock, Cock Slut, Knotting, Come Inflation, Unsafe Sex, Clit Dick, Vaginal Sex, Excessive Come, Dirty Talk, Muscles, Bara, Huge Ass

Disclaimer: I actually really like the sluttification I'm doing to these men, so Manhole is officially a series now ig lol

Brothels weren't Sol's thing, but he made an exception for this one. The Muscle Cunt Oasis, although skeevy and vulgar as their name implies, was the only place Sol could go to to get his rocks off. Gear ruts were violent as they were unpredictable, an unstoppable force of nature that had him stuck in his shop, jerking it for days on end with no relief, knot swelling around nothing as his loins swell into a swaying sack, smothered constantly by trembling built thighs. Unmanageable and painful, Sol desperately wants to plunge his cock into the nearest pussy he could find, but no woman could take him even if they wanted to. He was too big, too thick, too virile, and too horny. Sol was condemned to a fate of fleshlights and fuck dolls until Aria woke up from her coma, but after running into a few cunt sluts during an evening stroll who gladly showed their pussies off to him, Sol was pleasantly surprised to discover they were from a sex club that catered to rutting Gears. After fucking those same whores in a dank alley way, in the presence of bashful eyes that scurried along the street when they saw him, Sol became a regular, noted for his big tips and even bigger cock. A lot of those boys fought over him when he paid the Oasis a visit, and while flattering, Sol found himself gravitating towards one slut in particular, a British bitch with long blonde hair named Axl.

Sol was at first very surprised to see him in such a filthy place, but the Old Gear didn't reflect on it much when Axl offered to throat his cock for free, long manicured nails fingering his tight pussy like he was a real girl. Sol didn't care at all that he was fucking his best friend after that and plunged Axl's holes for hours on end, until Axl passed out or Sol got his nut, whichever came first. He still can't believe Axl would even consider growing a cunt and slinging it around for money, but he supposed even go-getter idiots like him could get bored enough to try something new.

Or that's what Sol hopes anyway; rumor has it that most of the men who worked at the Oasis were forced into it by greedy Gears looking for a quick buck. Axl insists he's there on his own free will, but Sol isn't sure if those are the drugs talking or Axl's true thoughts. He should honestly bug him about it more, but he forgets each time he sees him; Axl had a way of shutting Sol up when he wanted his attention.

Axl made good money not only as a whore, but as a dancer, too, often found working the pole with a few other men if he isn't busy with clients. He liked taking Sol to the back for private shows in a locked room, showing off his clean-shaven shimmering pussy to the Old Gear, grinding it in his lap, rubbing his buried length with a fattened clit, swollen from drugs and constant edging. It slides against Sol's prick like a real cock, a short, soft and fleshy cock that protrudes from its hood like a man's dick. Sol has come to love playing it, likes stroking it, sucking it, pinching it, rolling it around between his fingers; a fitting cunt for a slutty hunk.

Sol breathes through his teeth once Axl has him on the couch, his movement slow and enticing, inciting arousal in Sol he had trouble suppressing. The young blonde rolls his hips in short, tight circles along his erection, dragging his ass flush against Sol's crotch as he slowly pulls his thong down, a pink piece of glittering string that barely hides his holes from view. It hugs the cheeks of his rear tight when he snaps it around his ass, skin rippling along shimmering flesh like waves on an ocean, tempting Sol with its heft and weight. Aside from having a pussy that can put most bitches to shame, Axl's ass was something to behold. It's silky smooth, soft, bigger than what a man or woman should normally have. For fucksakes, It jiggles when he walks and keeps going when he stops; it was amazing what that fucking pill did to him and Sol reaps the benefits of Axl's transformation without shame.

Sol gives that perfect ass a smack on its right cheek and squeezes, a move that makes Axl moan out a seductive giggle.

“Like the view, Chief?” He looks over his shoulder, neon lights reflecting off his glossy lips and glittering hair. “If you wanna fuck me back here tonight, I don't mind.” He spreads himself wide open then, obnoxiously long bejeweled acrylics digging into his skin as his hands literally lifts the flesh of his rear from his entrance to show it off. His hole matches his ass, bigger than what it should be and puckering around nothing, a well fucked hole left to hang open by weeks of intense training.

“Fucking slut,” Sol plays with the straps of his g-string. “Can't believe how much of a slut you are now.”

“Can't help it, bruv,” Axl smirks as he wags his ass at him. “I make pretty good money bouncing on horse dicks like yours~”

“Hey, I didn't say it was a bad thing,” Sol replied. “I like you better with a pussy anyway. All I gotta do now is dick you down to shut you up.”

“You should shut me up a lot more then,” Axl spins around and sits down in Sol's lap. “Especially if it means getting speared on this big thing; feels like someone's comin’ up on a rut~”

“You can tell, huh?” Sol pushes up into Axl's core. “I bet you like bragging to those bitches up front how big my knot is, don't you?”

“Fuck...” Axl flinches hard, clit visibly throbbing. “Is that what you plan on doing to me tonight, chief?”

“If your pussy can handle it.”

“Is that supposed to scare me?” Axl paws at Sol's fly. “C'mon now, let's have a look; all this fuckin’ around is gettin’ me wet.”

“Fine, fine,”

Sol pulls down his fly and unbuttons his jeans just enough to release his cock. He pulls it out by the base of his shaft, sliding it over tanned skin and a chiseled stomach to hold it up for Axl to see. A long, hard and venous prick many times bigger than a regular cock now rests between Sol and Axl. It stands over Sol's chest like a steel pole, leaking precome that rolls over a fleshy sheathe and a hefty knot that pulses with his heartbeat. Axl audibly moans at both the sight and scent of Sol's hulking length and eagerly clasps the dripping wet head with explorative fingers.

“Man, I can never get enough of this monster,” Axl smooths the glans with his thumbs and licks his pink lips. “You wanna do the usual, chief? Or do you wanna go straight to the main course?”

“The fuck you think I want?” Sol smirked, cock visibly twitching at his words. “Gotta get this down somehow.”

Axl grinned from ear to ear, expression matching his friend's.

“Main course it is then...”

Sol sometimes wonders if he'll keep coming back to Axl once he has Aria. He loves her, wants nothing more than to be physical with her as he is with Axl, but likes to think she wouldn't mind if he kept on this affair with his friend. Gears don't have the same values or views as humans, so Sol wasn't really worried that she'd mine; hell, she'd probably even encourage it.

Sol is taken out of his thoughts by Axl's rapturous moans, breathless squeals that Sol bites his lip at, eyes trained on the big white ass that bounces on his tanned prick. Hands and knees planted into the polished marble of the main stage, Axl fucks himself on Sol's prick fast and hard, jiggling ass cheeks smacking together and bouncing apart with each descent of his hips. It's a hot, sinfully delicious sight that has Sol reflect more on Aria, how hot it would be to have her and Axl at the same time. He could see it now, how tempting it'd be to watch Aria slide her girl pussy over Axl's studly one, fucking herself on his overgrown clit like a real cock as she sucked on Sol's, playing with his piss slit as she squeezed his knot. They'd take turns fucking him and fucking each other, swapping spit, sampling each other's cunts, cleaning Sol's come from their slits...

Sol growls, a rumbling one that resonates in his throat when he lifts Axl up to fuck him in the air, suspended by thick forearms that wedge themselves under Axl's thicker thighs. Axl yelps in surprise, but doesn't fight it, doesn't have a reason to. He merely succumbs to the pleasure coursing through him and lets Sol fuck him like the whore he was, pretty pink stiletto heels bouncing in the air as Sol ravished him from behind.

“Fuck yeah, chief, fuck me, fuck my slag cunt up...!” Axl babbled. “You're so fuckin’ big and perfect, I love it when you breed me with this fat prick...!”

“Yeah, you like this cock, bitch...?” Sol huffs, pressure in his gut building. “Like it when I fuck your cunt stupid?”

“Yes, baby, yes! You're the only one who can fuck me like this! I want your knot and no one else's!” Axl pinches his clit then, holds it tight and strokes the tip until he can't anymore. “I'm gonna come, baby, I'm coming all over this big dick...!”

Sol's knees damn near buckle when Axl comes, pussy bearing down on his prick like a vice. He squirts all over himself and the stage, cunt juice spraying from his piss hole like a geyser as it drips over Sol's knot and balls in rivulets. Sol is too out of his mind to even consider going easy on Axl and fucks his womb fast and hard, knot grazing soaked pussy lips.

“Slutty little cunt, so ready to take cock...” Sol holds Axl tight, almost painfully so. “Gonna make sure you're knocked up before the night is over...”

Sol fucked Axl's cunt one, two, and a then a third time with strong, powerful thrusts that takes the air from Axl's lungs, trying to wedge his knot into his friend's slit. It takes some work to get it to fit, but a final thrust that has Axl gasping and squealing is what finally helps Sol complete his tie. Immediately his knot swells and his balls tighten once his orgasm hits him, the old gear filling Axl with hot white seed that the blonde whore can't help but coo at. It fattens his stomach, bulges it out with virile come that's quick to settle in his womb. Axl has never gotten pregnant yet, but Sol kinda hopes that he does this time; Axl with a tight pussy and milky tits to play with would be hot as fuck.

“There's so much, holy shit...” Axl bites his lip as he tries to rub himself into another orgasm. “Your cock is so fucking perfect, mate, I wanna be your cumdump forever...”

“Fine by me,” Sol bites Axl's neck, slides his hands under a scanty bikini top to play with swollen bitch tits. “I'll knot this stud cunt so long as I'm alive and kicking.”

Suddenly, Sol starts humping into Axl, unable to pull out. Axl cries out then, on the brink of another orgasm, content to sit there and edge himself on Sol's prick. Once his knot deflates, Sol is gonna fuck Axl again and aagain, alternating between his ass, mouth, and pussy until he had nothing left to give. It's always like this for them and he wouldn't change a thing about it, at least until he's able to add Aria to the mix. He can't wait to have two beautiful cunts serving his cock, but he's gonna have to stick with this blonde burly bimbo ‘till he can make that fantasy a reality.

#dead dove do not eat #evilfics #guilty gear #ggst #sol badguy #axl low #solaxl

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moved2usagiiboo · 3 years ago

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Daydreaming

Def; Daydreaming is the stream of consciousness that detaches from current, external tasks when attention drifts to a more personal and internal direction.

Synonyms; Trance, fantasy, Hallucination

Chifuyu x fem!reader

Minors DNI, thank you.

You were stunning, enticing, gorgeous. You were a angel sent down from heaven with the job of blessing young men's hearts. You shined bright like the rays on a sunny day.

You were his everything and yet you weren't his. As a matter of fact, he barely knew anything about you but you have him wrapped around your delicate finger. He was whipped.

Chifuyu met you one day, when he had been tasked with a mid-day coffee run for him and his co-worker. He walked into the café, the smell of coffee and pastries engulfed his noise, it was a small cat café not too far from where he worked. Nothing more than a five minute walk, Chifuyu heard cats meow and purred as they rubbed against his pants.

He bent down rubbing the head of the nearest cat to him, he lifted the cat up cradling it as he walked towards the menu.

"Hi! Welcome to Neko-Sama, what can I get for you today." You beamed at him from behind the counter with the softest smile. Your voice rung in his ears like a soft melody, your smile made heat rush to his face in an instant.

You had your hair in pigtails with pink and white cat ears, and a frilly maid costume draped over your body. You shuffled your body feeling Chifuyu's eyes look you up and down eyeing your attire.

You were adorable.

You stared at the man with cat like eyes, you catched your eyes with his before turning away and giving an awkward cough to clear the air.

"Wow, Tuba doesn't really like anybody..." You drifted off, "Much less let people hold her, you must be a great guy!"

"Tuba?" He questioned earning a small meow from the ginger cat that was in his arms nuzzling his head on his arm. "O-Oh! Well, I do work with animals, that's probably why." He chuckles softly petting the cat.

"That's amazing, I got this job here to work with animals. I adore cats, they're just so cute." You practically squealed, "Sorry! M'rambling" You looked down with a slight your ears slightly red from embarrassment.

The only thing that ran through Chifuyu's head was how adorable you were. Would it be weird if he asked for your number? You both just met, but he can't help but want to know more about you.

"N-No, no, not at all. Honestly, I thought it was cute..." He says the last part ever so softly, tightening his grip on the cat due to nervousness. The cat bites Chifuyu's hand in response jumping out of his arms, "Oh.. Guess I pissed him off." You both laughed at the cat as you watched him lick himself in spite.

For a split second you both lock eyes, you turn your head down to the iPad on the counter before beaming a smile at him.

"So! What can I get for you today?"

Ever since then Chifuyu has found reasons to make his way to the café. His co-worker caught onto him leaving work to bring back coffee and various snacks, one day he asked him about it.

"I like the coffee." He plainly replied, he would repeat this phrase over and over not only to those who asked about his constant ventures to the café but to convince himself that it wasn't because he wanted to hear your voice and see your face.

Totally not because he hopes that his constant visits would bring upon something. Something more than small talk as you prepared his drink, he convinced himself that he didn't want to be the reason you smile everyday.

You weren't running through his mind, he couldn't be in love with a girl be barely knows.

But the way you blush when he gives you small compliments, it's just too cute to ignore.

Over the course of a few months you and the man got closer, you learn his name and he yours. You were both around the same age, 23, you still being in college working towards your degree and him owning a animal shop.

One day, on a cold winter evening Chifuyu found himself at the café once again. So far he has been to Neko-Sama almost everyday. Naturally, being the animal person he is, he has created a bond with the cats there. Especially Tuna.

Tuna meows the loudest whenever Chifuyu is in the establishment, that's when you begin to prepare his drink. His order changes with the season, as any good barista does, you remember his orders for each season.

Being that it's winter you prepare his drink, a medium peppermint hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. You found it cute how a grown man would order such a cute drink.

"Good evening Chifuyu-san." You smiled placing his drink at his regular table. He takes off his coat setting it down on the seat next to him.

"I told you to drop the formalities, we're the same age Y/n." He sighs, softly thanking you for preparing his drink. He blows the steam away before taking a sip.

"I can't help it, you just seem so much older " You giggle before sitting next to him on the booth couch.

"Should I call you Fuyu' from now on?" You tapped your chin with a hum pretending to think.

"Do what you want, dummy Y/n." He mutters, hoping you're unaware of the burn on the tip of his ears.

Tuna jumped his way onto the seat laying on Chifuyu's coat, his purrs nothing more than a background sound as you and Chifuyu indulge in a conversation.

"And look at this, the new cat is so playful," Chifuyu chuckles pulling his phone out, "Look, she basically destroyed this toy we gave her." He shows you pictures of the cat along with the aftermath of her playtime. You giggle as he swiped through his phone.

This wasn't your fault. You could barely see the screen because of the glare from the lights, you shift your body closer to him. Chifuyu freezes as he feels your clothed breasts push up against him as you stare at his screen unaware of your actions.

"You okay?" You ask staring at his face, cupping it with your hands. His whole body locked up at your touch, his face was bright red with sweat heading down the side of his temple. "You're burning up!" You half screen putting the back of your hand on his forehead, "Are you sick?" You frantically ask while gripping the man's face.

"M'fine.. Just" He trails off, looking at your glistening lips, "Dizzy...."

"Fuyu, you idiot. You need to go home when you don't feel well..." You sighed, "Come on let me walk you home, my shift is over anyways."

Chifuyu waited outside feeling dizzy off of your touch, his head throbbed and his heart pounded. Maybe he was sick.

"Sorry it took so long, Tuna didn't want to go in his cage..." You sigh locking up, you looked at Chifuyu and worry spread across your face. Chifuyu's chest heaved up and down heavily, he looked out of breath as if he ran a marathon.

You quickly take off your scarf and wrapped it around his neck, he softly gasped at the sudden action.

"Let's get you home, yeah?" You lock arms with him and following him as he walked to his apartment. You missed the way his face got brighter as he smelt your scent on the scarf. You said your goodbyes telling him to take medicine and get a good night's rest.

He kicked off his shoes and stripped down on his way to the shower feeling lightheaded, after his shower he took his medicine like you told him to, he wasted no time getting into his bed not before grabbing your scarf and wrapping it around his neck. He ignored the cries of his cat as he tried to drift off to sleep trying to forget the throbbing pain in his head.

ミ❣️That night he couldn't sleep, maybe it was the throbbing pain in his head or the nauseous feeling he'd get everytime he would shift his body.

ミ❣️Or possible it was the fact that everytime he closed his eyes he saw you, your smile, heard your voice, felt your touch.

ミ❣️Your hands were soft, oh so plush.

ミ❣️And your lips, the way they glistened due to the lip gloss you would constantly put on for worry your lips would dry out.

ミ❣️He couldn't forget your whines and pouts when he would call you, "dummy y/n" a nickname you acquired after spraining your ankle slipping while trying to give Tuna a bath.

ミ❣️The way you would stick out your bottom lip, your eyes would shine as if you were about to cry when he had to leave early...

ミ❣️You were adorable, his perfect little angel.

ミ❣️He drifts off daydreaming about every aspect of you that he loves, its a innocent little crush.

ミ❣️He begins to drift off about the way you dress, those pink cat ears that jingle everytime you move. That slutty maid costume that barely covered your ass. Those adorable stripped thigh highs that covered your thighs, pushing up the fat to the uncovered part of your upper thighs.

ミ❣️He nuzzled his flushed face into the scarf engulfing his nose in your sweet scent. It smelt like the fragrance you would constantly wear...

ミ❣️What was it again?

ミ❣️Fuck, he can't think straight trying to remember the name of your perfume makes his head hurt.

ミ❣️But thinking about how you would bend down he would get a full view of your plush cheeks made his cock hurt.

ミ❣️The way you would shake and sway your hips with each step you took.

ミ❣️He isn't in the right headspace, his mind has drifted away from his body. He's long gone, he lost all control of his actions.

ミ❣️Chifuyu is needy, the thoughts go right to his cock. His length twitched with every memory of you.

ミ❣️When did he pull his pants down to his knees?

ミ❣️When did his breath become broken and eratic?

ミ❣️He doesn't know how he ended feeling his dick through his underwear, how he began to fist his dick, all curled up in a ball, trying to release.

ミ❣️His other hand pulling the scarf closer to his nose to take deep inhales.

ミ❣️Chifuyu's voice becomes audible as soft groans leave his mouth.

ミ❣️Nothing more than pre-cum dripped from the tip of his angry cock as he aggressively jerked his hand up and down the length of his shaft, gripping it harder trying to get friction.

ミ❣️He just needed to cum.

ミ❣️It wasn't working. He spat in his hand, rolling into his back. He pr sses his thumb onto his tip. He hissed in pain as a electric jolt shot through his body.

ミ❣️His proud cock standing tall as he moved his hand up and down while simultaneously slightly thrusting his hips upwards. He clicked his tongue in annoyance when it just.. wasn't working.

It wasnt you

ミ❣️Chifuyu pulled his pillow from his head, shifting his position once more, laying back on his side, putting his cock onto the surface of the pillow. He slowly humped his pillow, grinding his dick into the pillow.

ミ❣️He found himself wondering what you were doing right now, if at night you played with yourself.

ミ❣️No, no, not that. He wondered how well you would take him, if you'd scream his name, begging him to go faster, calling him all sorts of names,

ミ❣️Daddy

ミ❣️Master

ミ❣️ They would sound so pretty coming out of your mouth

ミ❣️As he claimed your pussy as his spraying your insides with his cum.

ミ❣️Nah, you were too innocent for that... You were the type of girl to blush when somebody accidentally touches your hand of gives you a compliment.

ミ❣️If anything you would fail to understand why your core was heating up, desperate to feel something inside you but not understanding the meaning.

ミ❣️That's it, you'd come to him crying asking for him to help you feel better.

ミ❣️He groaned at the thought of him placing his hand around your throat while tongue fucking your mouth. You would struggle to kiss back as he roughly explored your mouth with his tongue. Your knees would buckle from the pleasure. He would pick you up, holding the back of your knees, gently grinding his hard cock against your sex.

ミ❣️He would treat you like a princess.

ミ❣️Laying on your back as you hurried to take your soaking panties off, your slick juices leaving a single string that was attached to your panties, proof that you were wetting your undergarments like a dirty slut.

ミ❣️Your face would be red as you shamelessly tell him in the softest tone.

ミ❣️"Want you so bad Fuyu'"

ミ❣️Fuck, his thrusts became more erratic, his knuckles turning white from his tight grip on his pillow.

ミ❣️Yeah, you'd call him by his nickname as you begged him to claim you, ruin you.

ミ❣️He imagine him sinking his fingers, he'd start with one not wanting to hurt you. Your tight untouched cunt tightly squeezing his finger. You would already be a moaning mess, Fuyu was talking all your firsts.

ミ❣️Your slightly loosened sex would take in another finger. You would try your best to muffle your slutty moans as he fingers your soaking pussy. You'd cover your mouth with your hand as his finger curled inside of you hitting that spot that made your toes curl and eyes widen.

ミ❣️You'd moan his name, begging him to stop. It felt weird, felt too good, something was coming.

ミ❣️He'd give you your first orgasm with his fingers, you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, your face was red. You were already so fucked out on his fingers.

ミ❣️He felt his cock twitch with these thoughts. He mindlessly began to fuck his pillow into the mattress, his body now on top of the pillow as he grinded on top of the pillow.

ミ❣️He'd have you suck on his fingers tasting yourself as he began to eat you out. His tongue slipping in and out of your slit, naughty slurping sounds emitted from the room as he throat fucked you with his digits that were once in your pussy. His nose would occasionally hit your lip causing you to arch your back pushing his tongue deeper inside you.

ミ❣️You love being eaten out huh? Love it when daddy fucks you with his tongue. Such a dirty little thing.

ミ❣️All the dirty things he could think of seeps from his mouth, while eating you out. He'd bring you to another orgasm with ease.

ミ❣️"Y/n, fuck, m'gonna cum" Chifuyu grunted out in a out of breath voice, he felt his cock spurt out his cum into his pillow, yet he wasn't satisfied.

ミ❣️He leaned back onto his shins, his knees pressing into the bed as he lifted the pillow up, slipping his cock into the pillow cover.

ミ❣️He wasn't done yet, your pussy would be twitching, eager to take his cock. You eyes would be begging him to fuck you into the mattress.

ミ❣️"Gonna fuck my princess dumb." He muttered out to nobody as he thrusted upwards into the pillow. His thrusts were shameless and aggressive as he pounded his pillow like a dog in heat.

ミ❣️His moans were loud as he muttered filthy things about you.

ミ❣️He would slip his cock into you, kissing away the tears from your eyes.

ミ❣️His cock was just too big, his dumb baby couldn't take it. The stretch hurt. Daddy made it fit though. Daddy will make you feel so good. Pretty girl.

ミ❣️He'd let you adjust waiting for you to give him the okay, he would start of slow, giving you small thrusts to get you used to the size of him. Deep passionate thrusts that said how much he loved you.

ミ❣️You would have the most beautiful moans and whines, he could listen to them all day. He would kiss you and your body till it bruised.

ミ❣️You'd beg him to fuck you, he would do just that. Slamming his hips into yours causing you to scream out his nickname, one of his hands would be on your thigh squeezing it oh so tight getting a good grip for when he pulls his cock out and slams your bodies into each other, fucking you senseless. While the other kept your mouth busy, occasionally taking his fingers out of your mouth to kiss you deeply bruising your lips with his.

He'd watch your every expression.

ミ❣️"Your pussy was made for me, look how well you're taking it. Doing so good"

ミ❣️Your eyes would cross as your tongue rolled out, you'd pants and beg for him to slow down. You didn't really want that, no, not when he was making you feel this good. The way you would arch your back, grind your hips into his, wrap your arms around his neck and grip his hair as you moaned louder with each thrust told him everything he needed to know.

ミ❣️You wanted more, you're greedy aren't you?

ミ❣️"My pretty little cocksleeve"

ミ❣️Chifuyu felt himself getting closer to his high, but he wanted to cum with you.

ミ❣️No, you weren't here.

ミ❣️His hand would make it to your clit giving it a soft slap before his thumb rubbed it in circles. You'd start cursing because of how good it felt. Telling him you wanted more, how you were about to cum, how much you wanted him to cum in you.

ミ❣️You would adore it, he knows it. You'd be such a cum hungry slut for him, no matter when or where you'd want him to cum in your tight pussy.

ミ❣️"Fuck, fuck— so good, Y/n— yer' pussy so good" Chifuyu cursed out as he imagined you creaming his cock the same time as he slammed his dick in you once more before spraying your insides white with his cum. Your body would shake as you had your final orgasm feeling so full.

ミ❣️"Fuck... Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck!" Chifuyu cursed out realizing what he just did, he felt a wave of guilt as he felt his dick go limp after fucking his pillow to the thought of you like a madman.

ミ❣️He rushed into the shower, almost falling off his bed in a panic mode. He tried to wash it off, tried to wash off the sin of moaning your name while he fucked his pillow like some highschool horn dog.

ミ❣️He hoped you'd forgive him, he prayed you would.. You couldn't ever find out what he did, you'd label him as a pervert.

ミ❣️Maybe he was one.

ミ❣️He couldn't look himself in the mirror, too ashamed to face himself.

ミ❣️Chifuyu threw the pillow away before curling back in bed chanting soft apologies to nobody. He'd wrap his body in his blanket nuzzling his face back into your scarf as he drifting off final able to sleep.

ミ❣️The next morning you didn't understand why Chifuyu refused to make eye contact with you...

It was supposed to be a short drabble.... 500 works max 🤧🔫 anywaysssss

@baji-kuns hope you liked it 🙄 #Chifuyu'sAHoe

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angelamajiki · 4 years ago

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PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

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keiarchived · 4 years ago

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Come To The Back | 18+

bodyguard!Dabi x rich spoiled!Reader x bodyguard!Hawks

warnings: dubcon/noncon, drugged, intoxicated, somnophila, breeding kink, split roasting

words: 1.6k

note: Decided to take part in BNHA Degeneracy discord server’s 9 to 5 collab last minute 👀 one of the nastier stuff I’ve written 💦 scummy duo ahead, read with caution ⛔️

Babysitting spoiled brats like you can never be less annoying, all you ever really wanted to do in your spare time is to party, get wasted and high. Whilst the duo have to follow you around all day because it is your daddy’s order after all, ‘Keep my daughter safe or I will have your heads.’ He made sure the consequences were known if they failed, Keigo and Touya were merely bodyguards send to protect this spoiled brat daughter of this billionaire. They have no influence like he does, sure they could run but they can’t hide forever. You are supposed to be good for your daddy, stay out of danger since his rival is out to get him and his family.

Getting only a few hours of sleep each day because of you had begun to wear their patient, it wasn’t as though they could talk to you about it. Believer me, they tried. But of course, your spoiled brat ass went running to your daddy and complained about how Hawks and Dabi were being mean to you which results in their first warning; wedges cut for a month all thanks to you. They simply don’t get paid enough for this, for putting up with you and your father’s bullshit.

But a job is a job, they needed the money. Let’s just hope this issue your father have between him and some of his acquaintances resolves quickly before one of them snaps out of bitterness.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The taller male huffed heavily, palms resting on either side of his hips as he stared down at your unconscious form. Your so-called friends were long gone after the party at this particular club has ended, leaving you out cold in the VIP booth before moving on with their night. You were mumbling none sense as Keigo went ahead and sat you upright with a soft coo, “Hey, you okay? Just drunk, stupidly high or both? Know where you are an angel?” Of course, the only responses they managed to get out of you were mumbles and grumbles that made absolutely no sense. “She’s definitely out of it.”

“You don’t say, let’s her out of here.” Touya bites back with a sigh, cigarette between his fingers. Seems like tonight will just be another night of them carrying your unconscious form back to the mansion, tugging you back into that warm and cosy cover of yours — or at least that’s what they should and suppose to do.

But rather they end up stripping those slutty clothes of yours, that’s what you want right? For men like them to use this body of yours, just admit it. You had been tempting and playing around with the duo for long enough, wearing these short skirts whenever they are around. Swaying your hips and batting your eyes at them whenever you pass them, you know fair well they cannot touch you because if your daddy knew; they would be gone. Good thing the man himself is gone for a couple of days due to a business trip, oh and they are going to have their fun with you.

One cock in your mouth and another buried deep inside your pussy, the duo wasted no time in stripping you naked after all. With your intoxicated and drugged-out self, it was easy for them to move you around, passing you between the two of them. “Fuck me, this pussy is good.” Keigo chuckled breathlessly, snapping his hips into that tight cunt of yours. Surely this is just an act right, pretending to be asleep so that they can continue to use you and let out their pent up frustration on you.

A cloud of smoke slipped between Touya’s lips has a low groan rumbled at his chest, stroking that slightly bulge neck of yours whilst a sadistic smirk tugged at his lips. You look much better like this, with cock at either end of your holes and being used them. “You should try these pretty lips too, given if you can last another round.” Touya taunts, earning a grunt from Keigo as he merely rolled his eyes at the other. “Fuck off.”

Just as the two began to bicker at each other, noises begin to come out of you. “Looks like our princess is awake.” Slowly, Touya slipped his hard pierced cock from those pretty plush lips. Allowing you to take a gasp of air whilst being as confused as ever with those hazy eyes, “Wh-what you doing?” There was a sense of panic in your voice and honestly, either one of them can blame you. Waking up to your bodyguards fucking you into cloud nine doesn’t happen every day and god knows how long they’ve been at it, “Oh don’t worry dove, we’re just taking good care of you. Right Dabs?” It was hard to keep his voice level without cracking as your ridge walls clamps down so tightly around his cock, even harder to hide that shit-eating smirk. Your jaw feels sore from how Touya been using you roughly, pussy feeling full, nice and stretched by Keigo’s cock.

“Exactly, you should be grateful, your highness. We don’t do this often, not free of charge at least.” Dabi’s voice was dangerously low as he mocked, reaching behind your neck and forcing you to take a look at the way his partner in crime’s cock disappearing into your slutty cunt. Even when you were passed out, it didn’t stop you from moaning and gushing slick between your legs. “This is what spoiled brats get when they tease too much.” A desperate whimper fell at those words, now that you are slightly more oriented you could feel the pleasure that comes with every thirst of Keigo’s hard cock. It would be a complete lie if you said you have never fantasied the duo take you like this before, they are handsome and attractive after all. Keigo with his witty charm and Dabi with his mysterious charm, it is hard to say no.

“That’s it baby, take it all! I-I’m cumming!” Keigo unloaded yet another ropes of cum deep inside your cunt, right up against your cervix adding to the growing mess. This totals up to three for his scores, Touya had been keeping track. Your lips hung open with drools tickling down the side of your lips, body reaching its own high whilst Keigo pulled out from your soaked pussy.

“Aw look at you, so pretty and all fucked out.” The sandy blonde man coos almost sympathetically, tugging those loose strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead. Seems like Touya had been doing quite the number on you too whilst fucking your throat open, it must be sore from those smooth metal rubbing and nudging along your velvety walls. You could feel your conscious fading in and out from that orgasm alone, swallowing on your own drool thickly as Keigo’s cum seeps out from you. Too bad this is far from over, Touya’s smirk widens as he leans down to capture those swollen lips. Exploring every inch he possibly can, warm metal swapping across your inner cheeks and lips. After all, you deserve a reward after taking Keigo’s load so good with your well-bred cunt.

“Don’t pass out on us just yet princess, you can take a few more rounds can’t you? For us hm?” Touya coos softly, cigarette scent lingering as he traces over your chin with his rough fingers. Keigo and his partner in crime exchanged a look; the look with a same shit-eating smirk stretched across their lips before switching places with Touya running his cock back and forth between your swollen slit and Keigo nudging at those pouty lips of yours. “Good girl.” One of them praises but you weren’t so sure who it was from, head spinning from the alcohol and drugs you had consumed hours before.

Touya is much rougher than the blonde when it comes to pounding you, with a merciless pace as the tip of his cock continuously hammer at your cervix. Pressing all of the right buttons inside with those round metals of his piercings, “Fuck.. you are good.. should’ve done this a long time ago.” He can barely count the number of time he had wanted to put you back in your places with his hands, forcing them to stay up all night just so you can get home safely — thrust, railing them on purpose — thrust. But Touya managed to hold back, that was until now where the final line has been drawn. It is a risky bet but Touya bet on that you wouldn’t tell your daddy how good your bodyguard fucked you, filled you to the brim with cum and made you into their own personal cumdump. You wouldn’t, why would you when you could have them do it all over again?

Keigo had you choking on a mixture of your own saliva and his essence, quickening his pace once as you could feel the way your throat burns deliciously around him throbbing cock. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased them as much as you had, maybe you should’ve listened to Dabi’s warnings of this dangerous game you had been playing with them. But it’s too late now, they had caught you by your cunt and lips. “Fuck... gonna breed you, see how your daddy likes it when he finds you all swollen with some unknown child.” Touya grunts, letting out a breathy laugh before it turns into something sinister. “You wouldn’t even know who’s the baby daddy would you?” Touya hissed at the way you suddenly squeezed around him when he mentioned it, “Oh you like it huh?” Which only made him grin wider as his climax approached and without a second warning — ropes of warm cum painted both ends of your walls white.

Your bodyguards are now a panting mess as they withdraw from you, sitting on the edge of your now white stained bed whilst a faint chuckle escaped Touya’s lips. “Liked the idea of bearing our kid that much? You slut.” The night is still young and it will be a few more days before you daddy comes home from his business trip, you couldn’t help but wonder what other ways the two of them would use you. Licking over your lips hazily, out of focus eyes gazed towards the two male. You want more, don’t you?

#bnha imagines #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha smut #hawks x reader #dabi x reader #dabi x reader x hawks #hawks x reader x dabi #collab #hawks smut #dabi smut #takami keigo #takami keigo x reader #tw’dubcon #tw’drug #tw’intoxicated #tw’somn #tw’breeding #tw’split roasting

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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 | 𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒐𝒖

✗ pairing: kuroo tetsurou x female reader

✗ genre: smut, like just smut, lit nothing but smut; absolute filth but still classy so it's fílth anyway; established relationship!AU

✗ word count: 4.1k+

✗ warnings: swearing, heavy dumbification and degradation, mean/hard (to soft) dom!kuroo, DD/LG (d*ddy dom / little girl), mentions of jealousy and slight possessive behavior, orgasm denial, p*ssy slapping, some spanking, praising, ch*king, impregnation, some c*m play, car s*x, (a little bit of) cute aftercare

– A/N: Happiest Birthday to my fave scorpio boy in HQ!! This is an old fic of mine which I wrote about a year ago and as I thought about it, Kuroo does fit the concept really well and since I’m a little busy writing smth new, I thought why not reuse this big boy! I hope you guys enjoy this one and please feel free to leave feedback of any kind if you did!!

x all the love, zade.

✗ summary: your boyfriend is sweet, caring and oh so soft, so you decide it’s time to make him lose his composure...

It takes a lot to make Kuroo switch from his soft, caring demeanor to his hard dom persona because after everything, he remains a patient man.

He puts your pleasure above anything else; your body a temple for him to worship and take care of with every part of his being.

However, sometimes, no matter how much you love your sweet, loving boyfriend, you find yourself growing a little bored of his constant softness; your desires going further than just being choked and called kitten.

You want Kuroo to absolutely destroy you, to put it as simple as possible. The guttural desire to have him use you for his own pleasure, claim you in the most intimate ways possible and every now and then your body craves this certain type of pleasure; the one which lays pretty close to pure pain.

Led by your body’s deep desire, you find yourself seeking methods which might not be the morally right ones but at this point you struggle to care the slightest bit about morality.

You set Kuroo losing his composure as your goal, trying your very best without even overthinking the possible consequences and if that means that you have to let a random man flirt the living hell out of you right in front of your boyfriend (who happens to have slight possessive tendencies) during your weekly grocery shopping, then so be it.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Kuroo watches the blood boiling scene in front of him with his brows furrowed in pure anger; annoyance flooding his usually so soft and calm features and the more time passes, the angrier he gets.

However, Kuroo’s not a dom for nothing.

He keeps his cool, even lets you take the guy's number as he causally ignores the way that stupid fucker lookes at your ass like a fucking pervert, before the two of you eventually finish the shopping without Kuroo commenting on any of it.

At this point you’re just frustrated. Anger and irritation rush through your body at such a fast pace, you feel your head spinning the closer you get to the car and if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re currently in a public parking lot, you would have thrown a fit already.

Tired of Kuroo’s oblivion, you finally get yourself to gather every bit of composure you have left and turn around to just tell him about what the fuck you want when he suddenly pushes you against the car door, pressing his strong body into your back.

"What the fuck was that little scene supposed to be, hm, doll?", he hisses into your ear, his hot breath fanning your neck and just as usual you love the way his deep and almost unrecognizably raspy voice sends jolts of arousal through your whole body right into your core.

In an instant, you feel your cunt clenching in despair, drenching the fabric of your panties just like that and even though you’re very much aware of your surroundings, you can’t bring yourself to actually give a fuck.

"Good fuck dolls answer when they are being talked to", Kuroo grunts and pulls the lobe of your ear between his teeth, easily eliciting a sweet moan from you before he suddenly wraps his strong fingers around your throat. The cold metal of his rings builds the perfect contrast to the hotness of your skin and with another soft whine, you press your thighs together.

And then, as you gently throw your head back against his shoulder, Kuroo’s hand finds its way around your breast, quickly and incredibly harshly pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingertips to remind you of his – still unanswered – question.

"T-Tetsu, I just-", he doesn’t give you the opportunity to finish your sentence, casually tightening his grip around your throat and cutting off your air supply in one go.

"How the fuck dare you call me by my name right fucking now, you cockhrungy little slut?”, Kuroo’s voice is cold and distant; the anger and disappointment evident in every single one of his words and you can’t believe just how much your pussy starts spasming in response.

“You better address me correctly or last night was the last time you got to cum, did you fucking hear me?", he’s quick to add, the lack of oxygen in your body sending you even deeper into the beautiful haze of pleasure. You barely notice the way you start gasping gasping for air, your lids fluttering shut as you press your thighs even tighter together to get some kind of relief from the heavy pressure on your throbbing cunt.

"Y-Yes, Daddy", you whimper and push your forehead against the cold surface of the door, your body slowly but surely growing overwhelmed by the arousal heating you up.

And in the middle of it all, you’re still incredibly grateful for the lack of company due to the late time of the day because even though you enjoy this with every single pore in your body, you don’t want anyone else to see you like this.

Kuroo lets go of your throat, his hand wandering in between your legs and underneath the waistband of your shorts, just to suddenly cup your cunt. The feeling of his fingers pressing against the drenched fabric of your panties, his rough digits rubbing your needy clit makes you let out a loud, throaty moan.

"Fucking whore", Kuroo curses, his lips so close to your ear, you feel yourself literally melting into a puddle of despair underneath his tall figure, "I can't believe you let that bastard flirt with you right in front of my eyes", he continues and sucks the skin of your neck into his mouth, sucking harshly before he harshly pulls it in between his teeth.

You whine again, constant mewls of frustration leaving your lips as you try your best to move your hips against his big hand, yet fail miserably.

"I should have fucked you right then and there just to show him who this slutty cunt belongs to", Tetsu groans, rubbing his hard erection against your ass but refusing to to move his fingers on your clit. His words and the pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves has you moaning and without even trying to calm yourself down, you reach back to take a hold of Kuroo’s thick hair.

"You would have liked that, am I right, kitty cat? No, wait – you would have loved it. You're literally getting wetter and wetter just at the thought being fucked like a stupid whore", Kuroo scoffs, a hint of disbelief wavering in his voice and without missing a beat, you let out a sound of approval in response.

"I'm not even surprised", he hisses and suddenly, pulling his hand out of your shorts, "at the end of the day, you're nothing but a pathetic whore who thinks with her stupid cunt and nothing but her stupid cunt", and then he lets go of you.

His sudden absence leaves you tumbling against the door with a soft whimper and it's then that you notice the way your whole body is shivering from the overwhelming amount of arousal rushing through your system.

"D-Daddy, please", you whisper helplessly, using every single bit of your energy left to turn around and face him, "I need you", you add and can’t help the soft sob falling past your lips; two tears finding their way down your cheeks as you look into the beautiful face of your lover.

The strictness and distance in his features makes you gulp harshly, his usually so soft and calming eyes filled with nothing but hunger and anger and you let yourself devour this rare sight.

"Oh, look at that", Kuroo pushes his bottom lip into a fake pout with amusement sparkling in the pretty brown around his iris, "my little, cockcrazy whore thinks she has the right to even think about my cock after pulling a show like that”, he lets out a loud, empty chuckle, “how cute and oh, so pathetic, kitty.”

Kuroo takes your chin in between his fingers before he straightens his face and pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek.

"Backseat", is all he grunts, "I guess I’ve been a bit too good to you. I haven't fucked some manners into you in some time, have I, pretty kitty?”, you look at him with big, teary eyes and your lips parted before you bring yourself to nod in response to his question.

“Is that why you keep acting up like some needy, filthy little whore? Do you want Daddy to treat you like this, hm? Because you know how much I hate disobedient kittens who flirt with other men, yet choose to do it anyway. Right in front of me, too."

His words stir something deep inside of you, your pussy clenching even harder around nothing as a strong jolt of arousal finds its way right into the pit of your stomach.

You have never been more turned on by anyone or anything and at this point you’ve completely forgotten your surroundings; Kuroo and his huge cock the only thing on your mind as you pull open the door to the backseat of his car.

Kuroo watches you carefully, his eyes roaming the sight of your shaky thighs and the damp spot on the grey material of your shorts before he gets himself to tear his gaze away from you, lifting his head and checking the mostly empty parking lot to make sure nobody is watching the two of you.

He doesn’t like doing it in public; the thought of being caught or watched is definitely alluring and tempting but usually followed by the image of it actually happening and a jolt of slight disgust washing over him.

However this time Kuroo is absolutely ready to make an exception because after remaining patient with you for so long, he knows he won’t be able to keep it up for the entire drive back home.

After making sure nobody is around – his habit of parking all the way at the very end of the parking lot no matter what coming as an advantage – Kuroo also makes his way into the backseat, his gaze instantly finding your glossy eyes before he takes in the oddly satisfying sight of your tear stained cheeks and pouty lips.

You look so vulnerable, so helpless, so pathetic – the thought of completely destroying you in every way possible quickly clouding his mind and the longer he looks at you, the more he just wants to fuck you into oblivion.

But again, Kuroo isn’t a dom for nothing.

With hooded eyes, he silently motions you to turn around, the urge to press your face into the seat taking over every bit of his brain.

You don’t hesitate and obediently move onto your stomach, pulling yourself up onto your knees as your eyes nervously roam the inside of his car.

Your heart is hammering against your rib cage at an unhealthy pace, adrenaline and arousal thrumming inside your ears and clouding your mind in the best way possible.

Oh how you love the effect he has on you.

"Take off your shorts and then finger yourself", Kuroo hisses, casually pushing his sweats as well as boxers briefs down his muscular thigh, exposing his thick, rockhard cock to the cold yet tensed air in the car and letting out a soft hiss, "I want you to stretch that little cunt of yours", he adds and without even trying to hide it, you turn your head to watch the way Kuroo spits into his palm and then wraps his fingers around his cock.

You let out a loud, desperate moan at the sight of his huge length; the tip red and angry, already leaking so much precum, you feel your mouth watering at the memory of his taste coating your tongue. You gulp harshly the longer you watch him stroke his length like that, your pussy clenching in despair at the mere thought of how good he fills you up.

You hear the loud sound of skin meating skin before a harsh pain starting from your inner thigh rushes through you; a choked out whimper leaving your lips before you can literally feel your ears perking up at the sound of Kuroo’s voice.

"If I have to repeat myself one more fucking time, I swear to God, I won't let you cum for a whole month, kitty", Tetsurou growls, an almost inaudbile moan following his threat and after mumbling a soft apology, you're quick to get rid of your shorts and underwear just as you were told.

You bend your body down and spread your legs, only to feel waves of embarrassment and shame in combination with heavy, hot arousal overwhelming you.

Kuroo has the perfect view on your spasming cunt and you know he is basically devouring you with his eyes, your head spinning at the thought.

"Oh, kitty", he sighs and picks up the pace of his hand, focusing on his tip every now and then to slightly edge himself because even though he usually manages to hide it really well, this whole situation has him a lot more worked up than he had expected.

And now that he actually got to see how much his change in demeanor and choice of words have gotten to you, he is more than just struggling to keep his cool composure.

Kuroo can’t help but think of the way your slick arousal tastes and feels on his tongue, your sweet moans filling his ears as you part those pretty lips of yours in pleasure.

Kuroo watches the way you slide two of your fingers through your glistening folds, collecting your own juice before aiming for your sensitive, hardened little clit and as soon as you press the tips of your digits against the bundle of nerves, both of you let out a loud moan.

"Don't forget about that tight hole of yours, baby", Tetsurou grunts, throwing his head back as he curses himself for slipping out of his persona even if it wasn't for longer than a second.

You whimper at the sound of your favorite pet name falling past those pretty, swollen lips and choke on that exact whimper when you insert both of your fingers into the warm walls of your cunt.

"That's right, just like that, you little slut", Kuroo’s quick to comment, his other hand pushing the material of your (his) oversized shirt up to reveal the soft flesh of your ass before spanking you softly and then digging his fingers into your skin, "even though your fingers are nothing compared to my cock, we don't want you to to get hurt, right?", and again, he finds himself quickly regretting his choice of words and lack of authority.

But he can't help it. You’re his perfect, sweet faced little angel girl after all; there’s no way he can completely abandon his soft, caring side no matter how bratty you become. Not even thinking about giving you a chance to respond, he reaches out and plants another harsh spank on your slightly sore ass.

You muffle a loud whimper, burying your face in your arm as you try to keep your noises down in hopes of getting to hear the sinful moans of your Daddy; however, Kuroo is quick to notice your little plan.

"You're really trying it tonight, huh, you fucking cumslut? You better start moaning or I'm about to get really, really mad and believe me, you do not want that", Kuroo scolds you, his hand leaving your ass and wrapping around the one buried between your legs before he starts helping you thrust your fingers into your wet pussy.

Kuroo watches the way you clench around your digits with his lips parted in pleasure and arousal tingling at the bottom of his spine and if it wasn't for the punishment he has in mind, he would have fucked your pretty pussy.

Your loud moans, high pitched whimpers and desperate whines start filling the small space of his expensive car, making it even harder for him to stay collected and as he slowly observes the way your thighs slowly start shaking, he pulls your hand away from your drenched cunt with a deep grunt.

"Let's go over the rules really quick, kitty", Kuroo sighs and pulls you to stand on your knees, making sure you don't hit your head before he pushes you against the back of the passenger seat.

Your head is spinning at an inhumane space and you don’t even know if you can form proper sentences especially at the feeling of Kuroo’'s hot tip prodging at your entrance. However the slap against your sensitive pussy manages to pull you back to reality rather in an instant.

"Green means good, o-orange stands for okay, slightly uncomfortable and r-red is the signal for you to stop, Daddy", you whisper, burying your face in back of the passenger seat’s head part as Kuroo slowly starts pulling you down onto his lap, making you sick onto his big cock painfully slowly.

"Keep it going, you're not done yet, kitty. Come the fuck on, stop disappointing me like this", he groans and throws his head back, the sudden urge to feel your lips on his and your tongue in his mouth making his mind go absolutely empty.

His words ring in your head, your mind foggy and sight slightly blurry as he finally bottoms out and knocks the breath out of your lungs just like that.

You try to stay focused, knowing and very well aware of his order but the feeling of his pulsing cock inside of your tight pussy, tip right against the entrance of your womb has you going mad crazy.

"One tap, if I can't breathe, a pinch if it hurts and two if I want you to stop", you finally manage to mumble and the moan that leaves your lips when Kuroo slowly starts pulling out of you at those words – is almost animalistic.

"I'd love to praise you but you did make me wait and you actually have the pleasure to feel my cock even after all that shit, so", Kuroo’s voice is slightly strained, your tight walls gripping his huge cock like a vice and no matter how many times he got to experience this feeling, he knows he’s never going to get used to it.

You start moaning shamelessly, not even able to close your mouth as Kuroo rams himself back into you and then finally picks up a steady rhythm. Your fingers dig into the fabric of the seat, face buried in the headrest as you let him use you like a doll.

You love the way Kuroo’s grunts grow louder, his thrusts more impatient and the grip in your hips painfully tight; you love the fact that he is enjoying this as much as you were.

But then, out of nowhere, you realize how quiet he has been ever since he has started fucking you.

Dirty talk is something Kuroo has alway been really into, the lewd words falling past his lips so easily and managing to rile you up every time, that you haven’t even noticed how much you miss it.

"D-Daddy", you moan and gulp harshly, your hand reaching behind you to wrap your fingers around his, "t-talk to me, please", you ask softly and spare a quick glance at your lover; his astonishing beauty sending jolts of warmth through your chest.

Kuroo tsks, a loud scoff leaving his lips before he rolls his eyes and keeps thrusting into you. He is absolutely obsessed with the way your cunt spasmed around his cock, the sight of his huge length disappearing inside of your tight hole edging him more and more.

"P-Please, Daddy", tears flood your eyes rather quickly, the pleasure making you incredibly emotional and the tight feeling in your chest looking for relief as you softly sob into your arm, "I need you to talk to me, please; I'm sorry for acting like a whore", you cry and throw your head back, a choked out sob-moan leaving your throat and even though Kuroo does enjoy the way you are literally falling apart on his cock, he hates seeing you cry like that.

"P-Please call me your pretty girl and t-tell me how much you – fuck – love my cunt, please", you beg shameslessly, the tears streaming down your cheeks and leaving hot trails behind and despite the guilt inside your chest, you slowly start coming closer to your relief; the taste of your upcoming high coating your tongue in the sweetest way possible.

"Ssh, baby", Kuroo finally lets go of his hard mask, his chest tightening with every one of your soft cries and even though he knew he'd break at some point, he still had hoped to keep it up a little longer than usual, "it's okay pretty girl, I got you. I'm here, kitten", he whispers and as his soft voice fills your ears, a loud sob leaves you, followed by a tiny moan when his fingers start drawing circles into your neglected clit.

"Come on, angel, I want you to cum", he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand before he starts thrusting into you even harder, "show me who this sweet cunt belongs to", your lover's oddly assuring words are the last straw and without another second passing by, you let go and feel the coil in your core snap; shoving you head first into your high.

Several waves of pleasure hit you, your orgasm literally ruining you to a point where you struggle to take proper breaths.

Kuroo helps you ride out your high by slowing down the movements of his hands and hips, his breath getting stuck in his throat as he tries to handle your constant clenching.

"Cum inside of me, Daddy", you whisper, exhaustion dripping from every single one of your words yet you still let out soft little whimpers to encourage your pretty faced boyfriend, "want you to fuck your baby into my belly", you add quickly and the way literal innocence is coating your voice is what throws Kuroo over the edge.

Your cunt continues to spasm around him, making sure he cums as hard as you did and then, after his whole body halts its movements, he cums inside of you; painting your warm walls in several shades of white.

Kuroo quickly pulls out of you, the loss of contact and sudden feeling of emptiness has you whimpering slowly but you instantly go silent when he pulls you into his arms, pushing your face into the sweaty crook of his neck before he slowly starts caressing your naked thighs and massages your scalp.

A couple of minutes pass by, the exhaustion overcoming the two of you and when Kuroo notices the way your lips grow heavier by the minute, he presses his lips against yours and pulls you into a passionate kiss. A lazy clash of teeth, your tongue slowly entering his mouth and of course he is quick to swallow your spit, making you whimper into his mouth.

"Please don't ever do that again, my love", he whispers against your parted lips, his thumb grazing your cheeks and then your neck, "if you want me to be hard on you, there's no need to flirt with other guys, you just have to tell me, okay? You know I will do anything to make you happy", he mumbles and you quickly reply with a soft hum of approval.

"I love you, Daddy", you sigh, burying your face in his chest as your lips stretch into a big smile when you hear him mumble, "I love you, too, pretty girl."

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a fun lil' elvis tag ! thanks to the lovely @dre6ming who tagged me!

when and what was your first exposure to Elvis Presley? when I was a kid my grandad used to show me all this old music, but he used to sing hound dog to me lots!

And what was your first impression? I honestly just thought that it was funny, my grandad singing it, but I really did love elvis' music once he showed me the actual recordings

Lace shirts or jumpsuits? lace shirts, biiiig whore for those

You can steal one of Elvis/Austin's outfits, what's it going to be? I honestly just want the pink scarf, like hand it over sir

C'mon, we know you've been watching/reading old interviews and random footage of the man, so what's your favorite random Elvis quote? I love the soundbite in the live heartbreak hotel second stand-up show, where he's laughing at himself for missing his cue to come in. "we're gonna have to do it again, I missed it that time. *laughs*, ready when you are [to the band, still laughing]". its very endearing, definitely listen to it!

Did you find Austin Butler's lips distracting despite them being in a movie about the King of plush upper lips? (Be honest now) I always find them distracting actually, bold of you to assume I don't

What's an aspect of Elvis' character you wish more people appreciated? his genuine love for his family

You meet Col. Tom Parker for the first time, forewarned with the knowledge of what a scumbag he is, what do you do?: A. nothing, you're a coward who doesn't care about an abused golden-hearted men B. you give the Colonel a stern telling off C. you encourage Elvis to leave him and break the contract D. you slap a legal document against that fat suit and declare "Mrs. Claus is bringing you a lawsuit" E. you waste no time with formalities, it's a letter opener to the jugular for that piece of trash

E, treat people with kindness xo

What was your favorite aspect/scene from the Elvis 2022 movie? I love the scene where he's been taken away after the 'trouble' performance and he's got his head resting against the headrest of the car, soo good

You can choose only one song or piece of media to convince someone to become an Elvis fan, what is it going to be? burning love, converted my boyfriend with that song- he's constantly jamming to it unapologetically

How many children would you give Elvis Presley from your own -or theoretical- womb? (listen to the beast in ya) three, four at MAX- but I feel like two is ideal with his lifestyle

Where are you hanging out with EP, his bedroom with the teddy bears, Club Handy, his private jet or Graceland? graceland, im a domestic woman- lemme in

What is the peak Elvis era? warning, this says an awful lot about you... 50s......... I love the lace

How long have you been an Austin Butler fan (be honest now, God is watching) aliens in the attic in like 2009 <3 although I liked tom better than jake, sorry austin

What kind of Elvis chick are you? -a 1950's prospective wife material that he's already sampled, a 1960's filmset fling or a Vegas torrid backstage affair? prospective wife, literally would clean up after this man- whore for domestic life

Is Austin Butler an honorary southerner now? Answer options: A. hell no, California can keep his sweet cheeks. B. hell yes, he's practically been possessed by the soul of the King of the South

A- definitely not, that man has california running through his veins

Pick your poison in the fan-fiction realm: angst, fluff, smut, fluffy smut, angsty fluff, angsty smut?...or is reading about Elvis Presley an acknowledged health hazard? fluff, I want it all day every day- my weakness is dad!austin fluff

Spit or swallow for this man? (And if you don't understand this question move right along) I hate bjs with everything in me, so I have to be feeling extra slutty to even CONSIDER THEM........ but I would swallow

Would Gladys approve of you? Take your above answer into consideration I mean.. I hope? but probably not at first, I'd try to win her over though

Which of Elvis' cars is your favorite? look I don't know anything about cars, so sorry. but the one he's driving with priscilla in the little home video scene

What are your odds for besting this man at karate? definitely not, but I would try to give him a run for his money

If you could meet Elvis and have enough composure to tell him something, what would it be? love your music boo, thats it

What’s a hobby or pastime of yours you wish you could share with Elvis/Austin!Elvis? I love the beach, its my favourite place to go any time of the year- so I'd take Austin down to my local and make him jump off the steps of the jetty with me

What’s the Elvis 2022 quote you’ve been mumbling to yourself ever since you heard it? honestly idek, so sorry

What are your top 3 go-to Elvis songs? blue suede shoes, suspicious minds, viva las vegas (its my guilty pleasure song)

If you could spare him one tragedy what would it be? seeing his mumma pass, so so sad- feel like she would've been able to steer him in the right direction if she was still with him

Is there a modern artist that sorta scratches for you the itch that Elvis’ absence leaves? look I love harry, but I don't know if I would say he 'scratched' the itch if that makes sense- but he's definitely a close second

How did you react at the end of the movie when In the Ghetto started to play A. I got up and fixed a snack because I have no soul, B. I left feeling alarmingly horny, C. I was impressed but didn’t realize how affected I was until days later when it was still with me D. I cried buckets they had to bring in a mop E. I may have appeared emotionless but in fact my soul was leaving my body and I don’t think it’s returned quite yet

E again! I literally have no soul when watching films in the cinema, I was also working when I saw it so I couldn't or my client would've been like celeste wtf

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I won’t tag anyone, but anyone who wants to participate can <3

#tags!

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