#just try and get that boy fat 👀

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

You asked for Spencer Reid and Reader requests, particularly plus size, and I am so down bad for that man! Especially later seasons him.

Could I have one where he and the reader are intellectual peers but also enemies? Like she's on the team and just as wicked smart as him and into old literature and languages but they constantly butt heads? And the team knows they really just have feelings for each other, but they'll never admit it. Maybe the reader admits it to Penelope or someone one night drinking that he's hot but she never thought he'd actually sleep with her bc she's fat, but she'll take his attention any way she can get it. Maybe Spencer overhears and proceeds to show her just how hot he finds her arguing with him? 👀 Thank you in advance, girlie!

༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 || 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

— pairing: spencer reid x plus size!reader

— summary: you and spencer hate each other, that much is obvious... right?

— warnings: very surprisingly crude language in this, self-doubt, implied insecurities, misunderstandings, e2l, they're in love and everyone else knows besides them, i made them dorks i don't apologize, mentions of wet dreams, mentions of male masturbation, dirty thoughts, kissing, stripping, vaginal fingering, spencer's dirty mouth, lots of reassurance 'cause i'm a sap, spencer reid #1 consent king, missionary, unprotected sex, sex god spencer?!?! (he does his research), pleasure dom!spencer, switch r & spencer, heavy praise, and a fluffy ending to tie this all up in a nice little bow!

— wc: 3136

⋆ a/n: okay i do admit that this is RIDICULOUSLY long, but i knew exactly what i was getting into writing this and honestly i had so much fun! i don't think i've ever created such characters that have so much chemistry with each other, so cheers to that! (unedited unfortunately :[)

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As soon as you hear Spencer’s voice, you make a point to groan obnoxiously loud.

“And just to think I would be able to go home without a headache today.” 

You could feel the glare from said man burning a hole in the back of your head, so you swivel your chair around in order to face the music – in a pleasurable masochist kind of way. His annoyingly handsome face was twisted up in irritation – much to your glee – his eyebrows turned down, and his perfect, plush lips pulled into a deep frown. 

You could tell you had interrupted him saying something that he deemed important, most likely a fact that you and him would go back and forth on, and you couldn’t be more pleased with yourself.

“Funny you mention that seeing as though your voice is the cause of mine.” He bit back, his eyes narrowed into slits. “Aw, you think of my voice?” You tease. “Only in my nightmares.” You wink at him. “You still think about me.”.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Luke piped up from his own desk, drawing the attention from your other intrigued co-workers in the bullpen. “Oh here we go.” Tara said in amusement at Luke’s rambling.

“Back when I was a kid there was this girl that I went to school with, and I would always tug on her hair or try to trip her,” His voice was almost reminiscent. “Everyone thought I hated her, when in reality I was just trying to get her attention.”

“Ah,” Matt said with a smile, “The classic ‘boy bullying the girl he likes,’ or in this case, it’s the girl this time.” Your cheeks began to heat and your eyes went wide, Spencer’s own face and the tips of his ears turning an admirable pink hue.

“Absolutely not -”

“What? No -”

Both Spencer and you stumbled over each other to try and defend yourself, but you didn’t have a chance because Emily’s voice cut through whatever was about to be said next, the woman making haste from her office and into the room with the round table.

“Alright you guys, enough. We’ve got a case.”

“To a job well done!” Penelope cheered as she held up her citrusy alcoholic beverage in the air, signaling she wanted to toast.

You smiled indulgently at the woman sitting next to you, clinking your glass with hers noisily and flickering your eyes over to where a disheveled Spencer Reid sat. You didn’t say anything to him though, because you’re a big ol’ softie and like to let the boy wonder rest before you have him back on his toes.

His eyes met yours the same time your glasses collided. You wish you could say that the vibrations from the clinking was the cause of the shiver that forced its way down your spine, but you knew better. 

It was like the rest of the bar disappeared, the sound of the others joining in on your rejoicing fell on deaf ears. You could have sworn his dark brown puppy-dog eyes drank you in before he looked away and cleared his throat, taking a rather comically large gulp of his water.

Your eyelashes fluttered like a thousand butterflies wings as you rushed to drink your own beverage.

“Okay, what was that!?” You felt Penelope’s finger poke at your ribs before you actually heard her. 

“Ow - fuck! What was what?” You yelped quietly, your hand reaching down to bat away her stabbing digits. “The - the -” She fought to portray her words before her face lit up when she found the correct ones, “The eyefucking!” 

Your stomach erupted in butterflies, “Eyefucking? What eyefucking?” You asked with a scoff, hiding your blush behind the rim of your mug. 

“Oh, please, don’t give me that.” It was Penelope’s turn to scoff at you. “Everybody knows that you and Spencer like each other.” She said it almost like it was a fact, leaning forward to take a smug sip of her drink through the miniature black straw.

Spencer knew listening in on Penelope and your conversation was inappropriate; but in his defense, you guys weren’t really quiet about what you were talking about.

“I -” He heard you begin, “It’s one-sided.” Was all you said before draining your beer. “So you admit it!” Penelope exclaimed with a gasp.

Spencer felt his eyes go wide at her words, but there was this desperate feeling that spread throughout his body; one that caused his fingers to twitch and the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“When you put it like that it sounds childish!” You complained slightly, biting at the meat of your lip. “I… I’m just not his type you know? Like - you know better than anyone that guys don’t pay attention to girls like us, so you have to learn to improvise.” You were cringing at your own words, but the liquid in your cup was enough to loosen your tongue and lower your inhibitions.

“Was me choosing to constantly argue with him the smartest way to try and peak his interest? No, but I knew he liked a challenge and well… it definitely wasn’t the proudest conclusion I ever came to, but what was I supposed to do? It isn’t like Spencer would date me let alone actually want to sleep with me.”

Spencer wanted to argue with you about how wrong you were, to tell you about every thought he’d ever had about you.

He wanted to tell you about how much you frustrate him, how at first, he thought he hated you and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize he hated how badly he wanted you; hated how many dirty dreams he had included you and that plush body of yours. He’d wondered how soft you were, how you smelled and tasted. 

Did your moans and whines sound as enchanting as your laugh? Did your eyes twinkle the same way when you were about to cum? 

Those thoughts kept him up at night and his hands in his pants, stroking himself to his unlimited imagination all revolved around you. Those were the days that he was more prone to pick fights with you, mostly because he was embarrassed, ashamed, and quite frankly plain ol’ horny.

Spencer thought you were just so sexy, especially when he had managed to light that fire under your ass that really got you going. He wasn’t a sadist or a masochist by any means, but he loved when you yelled at him. So, for you to think so lowly of yourself it almost drove him mad because you didn’t know.

But you were going to.

You were going to kill whoever was bothering you on your day off.

The knocking was unexpected, but so was who was responsible for the noise.

“Spencer?” You asked in surprise. 

Usually you were prepared for your exchanges with the man, but if your pajamas were anything to go by, you were anything but. Spencer felt his mouth go dry at the sight of your tits sitting braless in a thin undershirt, your soft tummy slightly straining against the cotton material and a pair of shorts that look like they were practically strangling your thighs.

The only thing he could really say was… “Do you know how infuriating you are?”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you crossed your arms over your chest, and little did you know the action pressed the tops of your breasts over the hemline. “Excuse me?” You almost scoffed, “Please don’t tell me you came all the way here just to argue with me.”

“No I - fuck just let me finish.” This was not how he wanted this to go. You looked like you wanted to say something but your curiosity made you choose to stay silent.

“Do you know why you’re so infuriating?” He asked, taking a tentative but careful step towards you. “Because you haunt my every living thought. I see you when I’m awake, I see you when I’m asleep. I can’t… I can’t escape you! I can’t escape how I feel about you.”

Your eyes were wide and your brows were furrowed; it looked like you almost couldn’t breathe.

“But you want to know the worst part?” His hand lands on your cheek and his thumb gently caresses the skin there. “You have the audacity to think that I wouldn’t want you.” 

“You want me?” You asked in disbelief. “But I… but I thought you hated me? I mean - I haven’t been all that nice to you.” You attempt to joke weakly, but your body is on fire; your stomach is tangled up in knots. You were trembling in excitement at his words but in disbelief too.

“Do you have any idea how much I love arguing with you?”

You laughed at his words, your lips slipping into a small smirk as you threw your arms around his neck in an act of boldness. “Oh yeah?” You hummed seductively. “You wanna show me how much?”

“Yeah,” He replied breathlessly. “I do.”

And just like that his mouth was on yours and a long leg shot out behind him to shut your front door. The slam made you yelp, but it quickly melted into a giggle against his lips when he reconnected them.

Spencer tugged you closer to him, and God the feeling of your body was so much better than anything his subconscious could have conjured up. You felt so soft and the front part of your torso pressed against his chest in a way that if he didn’t have you naked under him soon he was going to go crazy.

“Where’s your bedroom?” He didn’t want to pull away from you, but he wanted to do this right.

“I didn’t know you were a gentleman, Reid.” You teased with a dazed smile on your face. “There’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me.” You quirked a brow. “Oh really? How about you tell me?”

“Later,” He said with a lazy shake of his head, “Later.”

His hand reached down to cup your ass, your crotch rubbing on the large boner restrained by his pants. You moaned quietly at the feeling, and found yourself saying, “Down the hall and to the left.”

When you arrived, he couldn’t keep his hands off you; they grabbed at your back, ass, waist, hips. There was so much of you that he had no idea where to start. All he knew is that he wanted all of you right now.

“Can I take your shirt off, please?” His words almost came out as a whine and it welcomed a fresh wave of arousal in your panties. “Take off whatever you want, I’m yours.” A reassuring confession that Spencer had no idea he needed to hear. 

His lithe, veiny hands tugged at your top first, dragging it over your head and throwing it somewhere random. Your pants and panties were next to go and you couldn’t help but shiver at Spencer's intense stare.

“I’m uh- feeling a little vulnerable here, could you lose a layer or two?” 

The man blinked rapidly, his fingers shooting to undo the buttons on his cardigan. “Yes, yeah of course, sorry I -'' You grabbed the shaky digits. “Calm down, take it slow. I’m not going anywhere.” It was a light jab meant to ease his nerves. For a moment he looked unsure but you gave an encouraging smile.

After his clothes disappeared he held you by your waist, walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. You quickly hurried to scale the mattress until your head hit the pillows.

“God,” Spencer gulped. “This is so much better than what I imagined.” You giggled slightly. “As much as I appreciate your flattery, I want you to fuck me. Now.” You said it with such simplicity that his eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets at your crudeness.

He swallowed his shock. “Whatever the lady wants.”

He hurried to crawl over your leaning body; you cup his cheek in an act of haste, dragging him down to lay on top of you. His own hands didn’t stop their determined trail, tracing the soft planes of your plush body until he reached your wet cunt.

You whine loudly at the feeling of Spencer’s fingers stroking your damp slit.

“So responsive.” He murmured with delighted smirk. You go to say something snarky but you’re quickly cut off when he begins to rub tight circles on your clit. “‘M sensitive.” You gasp against his lips, your back arching and pressing further into him.

His body falls to the side, laying next to your naked one with a cheek balanced on his fist. “I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers first,” Spencer whispers into your ear. His ring finger entered your warmth slowly and he felt himself choke on his words. You mewled, a hand shooting up to tangle in his long, curly hair, the other grabbed at his wrist.

“Then, I’m gonna make you cum on my cock.” After a few experimental twists of his wrist, his middle finger joins the first. Your breathing speeds up with every movement of his digits. 

“Afterwards, ‘m gonna clean you up and take you out to eat.” Your brain could barely process what he was saying, but every word that left his mouth added to the swarming butterflies in your gut – which felt so juvenile seeing as though he was already knuckle deep inside you.

“And when we get home, I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy for dessert.” 

Your eyelashes were fluttering rapidly, your hips moving frantically on his fingers in an attempt to try and get him deeper. Spencer must have sensed what you needed, because with a few firm swipes on your sensitive clit sent you spiraling over the edge.

“Spencer, Spencer, Spencer… I - I -” Your gummy walls squeezed his digits, and the only thing keeping you grounded was the heat coming from his body.

“Wow.” You laughed breathlessly. “Wow indeed.” He mimics with the same amount of amusement.

“Are you okay to keep going?” He asks. 

“Are you kidding?” The look on his face was almost laughable, and you gave his naked chest an encouraging pat. “Hell yeah I’m good, how about you?”

“If I told you I could cum just from watching you, would you believe me?” You roll your eyes and snort. “We’ll find out later, loverboy. Get up here.”

He scrambles to get on top of you, but then stops. “Wait, wait,” He reaches behind your head and grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips up for me.” Your eyes go wide, because who in the fuck taught him that? Though you move a bit slowly through your surprise, he manages to get the soft thing under you, your lower back now elevated.

But all excitement dies out when he realizes there might be no protection, he looks like he could almost cry.

“It’s cool, Spence. I’m on the pill and I… I haven’t had sex with anyone in an embarrassingly long time.” You admit shyly, your eyes casting to the side nervously. “I’m clean too. I don’t really remember the last time I’ve had sex either.” 

You guys make eye contact and erupt into a fit of giggles, “To relearning the art of sexual intercourse then.” Spencer scrunches his nose up at your wording, but you don’t give him any time to retort because you’ve already placed two hands on his face, tugging his head down to kiss your smile-split lips.

He takes the time to kiss you for a moment before reaching down to line his dick up to your entrance. You both shiver at the sensation. You guys disconnect your lips to watch him enter you, your foreheads pressed together and breaths mingled in anticipation.

You moaned in unison when he slowly but surely seethed himself in you fully, and your body tensed at the long awaited intrusion. “Gimme a sec.” You gulped. “Yeah, yeah, of course.” He panted.

You allowed yourself a moment to relax, brushing your fingers through his curls as a way to comfort Spencer as well. After taking a few more seconds to enjoy the raw, intimate moment between the two of you, you said, “Okay. Okay, I’m good.” 

Spencer licked his lips and rolled his hips tentatively, and your breath hitched. A string of whimpers were soon to follow with every drag of his cock against your sensitive inner walls, the leftovers of your previous orgasm leaving your body feeling electric.

Your mouth drops open into an ‘o’ shape when his tip brushes your g-spot.

“Right - right there Spence…good boy - fuck - good fucking boy.” 

The term of endearment was an accidental slip of the tongue, but it had frayed some nerve in his body, because the groan that left him was guttural and hungry.

“Say -” He huffs. “Say it again, please.” The pace of his thrusts speed up as he begs, and your nails drag down his back. “You’re my good boy, Spencie.” His eyes flutter shut at the praise and he doesn’t bother to be gentle anymore.

“Mphm! More - I need more.”

“Okay, okay.” He rushed to balance on his elbow so that his other arm could slip between the two of your bodies to rub at your clit. Your back arched, and Spencer all but throbbed inside of you, his balls tightening and threatening to cum right then and there; but ever the gentleman, he waited, his stomach sucked in tightly and his body jolting quivering.

“I - I’m gonna cum.” 

It didn’t take much to pull you into a kiss. It was sloppy, and messy, and lewd and all of those other wonderful synonyms. Spit dribbled down your chins and with one last hard thrust that almost sent you up the bed, you gripped onto the older man for dear life.

Everything went white as you came; your hearing, your vision, every single cognitive thought you had pretty much flew out the window.

It was Spencer gently wiping the sweat off of your brow that brought you back down to reality, your lungs finally opening up and expanding for that much needed air.

“Hey,” He cooed. “There you are.”

“Hi,” You sighed with a ditzy smile on your face.

There was a moment of silence before you said, “How about we save the oral for breakfast?” Spencer laughed, but nonetheless nodded in agreement. “That sounds perfect.”

“So, what’s for dessert then?” He couldn’t help but ask. “Hm…” You pondered for a moment. 

“How about ice cream?”

“I like ice cream.” But then he added, “But I like you more.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You groaned, covering your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “I like you too, I guess.”

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

Please expand more on the degrading sex. 👀

This is so funny because our darling sweetheart doesn’t understand that König is trying to degrade her. She just doesn’t get it, she doesn’t know how mad he is and why!

She just thinks he’s passionate and intense. What a man, honestly! Of course he’s a little freaky and rough; she never expected anything less from the odd weird silent boy at the back of the class. And now that they’re finally together, it would almost feel like an insult if he “only” made love to her...

So König can seize her hands and bring them over her head, he can keep her in place and fuck her so deep she’s seeing stars. She just looks like she’s more and more in love. It drives him crazy; so crazy that he fastens his grip and grits his teeth, growling “Is this what you want? Huh??” while she’s just like yes, yes, yes! Eyes shining like stars, she’s about to cum, and can’t even hear the silently spat words of “You fucking little…” when the orgasm hits. (Filthy girl!)

Another thing that König will do is some nasty semi-somno. He’ll wake her up, not with slow kisses and cute fondling, but by gripping her throat from behind, grunting and kissing and biting her to bruises, but what does she do? She only squirms from joy! How annoying!! She’s just smiling, gasping and moaning with her eyes closed as he slips inside to warm his cock. And she’s just warm and happy and wet! Does he have to roll over and fuck her rough again to show her her place?

König tries to show her off at work, and knows exactly what to do when she looks a little too impressed with him and his position at KorTac. Doesn’t even bother to look shocked when he vaguely refers to some things he’s had to do to get people talk – UN would be shook, but his dirty girl just looks at him like she’s about to swoon again from love. What an infuriating little thing, she’s not behaving at all like she’s supposed to…

With any other woman, he’d be gentle and discreet. Oh, he’d fuck his girl to his hearts content, but he’d be nice. He’d be on his knees for her, he’d be her knight in shining armor. That was his dream!

But this one is so… So... He doesn't even have the words for her.

She’s running her fingers over the handle of one of his knives even now, when they’re inside his office, looking at him naughty as if it was his cock she’s stroking. He just told her how he gutted someone with that blade... He's been nothing but stoic ever since she arrived here.

“Someone's coming,” he gruffs. “Under the table with you.”

His silly little sweetheart does what she’s told, only looking excited as she goes. Any other woman, he’d introduce around this place as his future wife and see if she'd get flustered... Any other woman, he’d propose before the month is through if she did. But this one, he orders under his desk, unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, waving it under the table while talking to his subordinates, in cue for her to be a nice, obedient girl and take it in her mouth. That’s what she’s here for, after all... To suck his cock and make his work day a little better. Right?

But the stupidest thing is that he doesn’t feel like winning when her eager lips wrap around his tip. He doesn’t feel like he got the fat end of the stick because she’s clearly enjoying it. Sucking his cock at work like a dirty little–

Fuck, he’s about to explode, in every meaning of the word. And while he’s about to shoot a load during the short briefing, like the pathetic wanker he always was, the thing that really grips him the most is shame.

Is this what he has become? A degrader and defiler of women? He was supposed to treat them like angels, the purest thing on earth!

And she’s not even degraded, his filthy little angel, emerging from under the desk with shining eyes and a loving stare. She swallowed it all like a good girl, and proceeds to follow him around when he tucks himself back into his camos and grunts that he has work to do. Hugs him from behind with her weak little hands, presses her cheek against his back, and sighs from happiness. Tells him that she loves him so much.

He wonders if the meeting rooms are insulated enough for him to go and have a good old roar of despair.

[motelsnleatherseats]

14 year old Sammy accidentally sends Dean a dick pic ✨👀

It was no secret that Dean Winchester was the casanova of the family, biding his time through high school with flings under the bleachers and in the janitor's closet while Sam had a tendency to keep his nose in the books. He was a late bloomer, he reasoned, not really showing much interest in girls, because what was the point? They hopped towns far too often to establish any real connections, and the idea of hooking up just for the sake of hooking up seemed sleazy and uncomfortable for a boy who was desperate to plant his roots somewhere.

But that didn't stop girls from noticing Sam when his growth spurt began to hit. Now he was a little taller and the baby fat had melted off his face, exposing that Winchester jawline and cheekbones that could land them on the cover of Teen Beat had they been discovered by a mall scout instead of being trained military style in firearms. Initially he was surprised when girls started showing interest, but it still made him feel awkward and uncomfortable, only because the basis of his knowledge of the fairer sex came from watching Dean spin his pornesque ideals of romance with girls who'd fall for anything gazing into those emerald eyes. He knew that if he were to ask for advice, Dean would load him up with cheesy one liners and much too physically driven flirting techniques that he'd ultimately fumble.

Now Sam was in over his head. What initially began as chatting via text turned into flirting via text, Sam nervously trying to navigate his way through not being too literal in responses and ultimately being unsexy. When he received a rather risque picture of barely covered breasts, he nearly threw his phone across the room, beet red in the face. And then came the request for a picture back. In a panic, Sam deleted the text message thread and sat awkwardly on his bed with his back against the headboard, cheeks still hot as he stared at his phone sitting abandoned against the sheets. He took a deep breath and internally battled with what to do, considering the pros and cons of giving into the request.

This was stupid, why would anyone want to get a dick pic to begin with? Things were moving too quickly, maybe she'd laugh at him. But if he didn't send something back, then maybe she'd get offended or get her feelings hurt? He closed his eyes, the image he had just deleted flashing behind his eyelids already having an adverse effect on his newly developing teenage libido, and when his dick stirred, his face went a deeper shade of red.

What would Dean do?

That's a dumb question.

With a resigned sigh, Sam moved to pick his phone up again before he chewed his bottom lip, opening the camera function. His stomach gave a nervous flip, but it wasn't all dread, there was a bit of exhilaration there. His fingertips felt full of static as he moved to undo his pants, slipping a hand in to palm himself, not really needing much to get himself fully hard. He pulled his length from the confines and gave a stroke or two, feeling a little ridiculous with his phone in the other hand trying to frame it just right. He took a few pictures and immediately wanted to delete them, second guessing everything about the situation, but he had already gotten this far, might as well follow through.

Another nervous flip of his stomach had his cock twitching before he released it and let it sit heavy against his stomach, swallowing down a tightness in his throat before he clicked the share button, typing the first letter of her name before it sent off, awkwardly staring at the picture he took before he went back to the message thread, his blood suddenly going cold.

Shit shit shit!

What he thought was 'Darcy' ended up defaulting to 'Dean', and his very first attempt at sexting was about to be sitting in Dean's unread text messages.

He. Was. Mortified. Panic set in as he desperately tried to figure out how to unsend a message, half tempted to call Dean and tell him to just delete it, please please please don't open it, it was an honest mistake, but it was too late. Marked as read.

He practically bore a hole through the phone with how hard he was staring at the bubble, watching it disappear before popping back up. What he should have done was immediately apologize and explain that it was supposed to go to someone else, but it wouldn't have mattered. Dean would have mercilessly ridiculed him regardless of the reason, and he was fully anticipating a response of What the fuck, Sammy or something even more horrific like a comment on his size, and Jesus Christ, this was so embarrassing.

The dots disappeared again but the hammering in his chest didn't dissipate for a second until it nearly stopped once his brother's response came through.

No questions. No ridicule. Just a picture back with Dean gripping his own rock hard arousal, cocksure smirk on his lips.

[loveshotzz]

Hi Leighanne 🩷 can I please request on the balcony in early morning,  where neighbors might see,  but no one will likely look. with Colours Steve please? 👀

So fuckin excited to revisit the Foxy Lounge for Halloween!

Hi baby 💗 thank you for your request, I know how much you guys love colors!steve and how much I always avoid him 😂 so here is my gift to you for always being so sweet.

A/N: This blurb comes from my series Colors, you can read this as a stand alone if you want. Steve is in his 40’s and you’re in your 20’s and his daughters (her name is Jenny) best friend from college. For those that read the series, this takes place right after chapter three. enjoy 💗

WC: 1k

Warnings:18+ age gap (Steve is in his 40’s, R is in her 20’s) Best friends dad (affectionally known as colors!steve) semi public smut, dirty talk, cream pie all the time.

Older!bestfriendsdad!steve x fem!reader

You knew what you wanted saying yes to Jenny when she invited you on an impromptu trip to visit her Dad for a long weekend. Just like you knew what you wanted when you found yourself at his bedroom door at 4am despite calling it quits after New Year’s Eve, you just didn’t know he would give it to you.

The dark violet sky starts to burst with hues of oranges and pinks, the golden sun breaking through the last bit of night that has warm rays shine against already heated skin. The grip you have on the railing of his balcony is just as hard as Steve’s grip on your hips. Sleep shorts forgotten down by your ankles along with your oversized shirt. His gray sweatpants are pushed halfway down his hairy thighs, while the pads of his fingers dig into your soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises you’ll have to lie to Jenny about later.

The blunt ends of his nails dig crescent moons with each desperate roll of his hips, the sound of your slick growing loud enough to have you scared of waking her up with her bedroom window not that far from his on the second floor. The silver chain he wears runs cool up the dip of your back when he leans forward, pushing himself even deeper, trailing open mouth kisses wherever he can reach, your eyes rolling back when he hits the spot that makes you flutter around him.

“God, this pussy.” He groans, teeth nipping at your spine, the auburn and salt scruff that covers his jaw rubbing rough against you. “Always so tight honey, fuck - perfect.”

His words come out around huffed breaths, muttering against your sweat slick skin while his thrusts get slower - deeper, relishing in the feel of your silk wrapped around him like a vice grip, like you were close. He’d already pulled two out of you, one in his bed when his fingers curled just the right way to make you see white and another one with his face buried between your thighs when you came outside for a smoke break.

You were supposed to go back to your room before Jenny woke up.

He pulls himself all the way out, smirking when you whine a little, your own hips pushing back to try and chase him. His cock twitches in his hand when he sees the mess he’s made of you, how your walls seem to seem to beg for him with his fat tip pressed against your entrance.

“Yeah?” He chuckles darkly, watching how you drip more for him.

He doesn’t wait for you to answer, one rock of his hips burying himself all the way to the hilt of you again, the stretch burns making your jaw go slack. Big hands swallow yours around the railing, fingers intertwining as he folds himself over so the dark curls on his chest are pressed wet with sweat against your back. His thrusts become more controlled like this, shorter, more precise. The sweetness of your arousal still lingers hot on his breath that huffs against your neck, you feel surrounded by him like this.

“Couldn’t stay away could you? Those college boys don’t feel like this do they, baby? She missed me huh?”

Words get lost on your tongue when the tip of him reaches the place inside of you only he can find over and over again. All you can manage is a shake of your head, eyes screwing shut and knuckles flexing against his palms when you grip the metal bar harder. His hips stutter when he feels your cunt do the same.

“Steve - please.” You sound wrecked when you plead with him, while the tension building deep in your gut starts to come to a head, the beginnings of your third orgasm making itself known.

“Shit - I know, I know.” He hisses releasing one of your hands so the pads of his fingers can find your clit, the sun getting higher up in the sky is a reminder of the time, “gonna take care of her all weekend, fuckin’ dream about you and this pussy all the time. Missed it so much.”

His words and the circles eight’s his index and middle finger rub against your bundles of nerves rips a moan that borders the edge of too loud from your chest, making you both freeze for a second. The heavy length of him twitches deep inside of you and it has you grind your hips despite the consequences. His head drops, eyebrows marrying in the middle when you squeeze around him with purpose, a loose strand of hair falling against his forehead when he nods, meeting your movements with fingers that become determined.

“Need you to fall apart for me, we don’t have much time.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “let me get another one, come on pretty girl.”

His hips circle, hitting angles he wasn’t before overwhelming you, becoming too much. He thrusts hard enough to have you on your tippy toes, getting you to do exactly what he wants. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you bite down to try and stay quiet and you’re scared it’s going to draw blood, walls spasming around him so much that the intensity of your orgasm rings in your ears.

You squeeze his length like you’re trying to push him out, but it only makes him bury his cock deeper fighting against the velvet of your walls. It doesn’t take much to have him follow your lead, hot ropes spilling out of him warming your insides when he comes. The grip he still has on your hand turns his knuckles white as he dips his head into the crook of your neck, letting his moans come out muffled against your soft skin.

The stubble on his jaw threatens to rub you raw while his jaw tightens trying to calm himself down, while you flutter relentlessly around him in your aftershocks. He holds you to him, both of your chests heaving as you try to catch your breath. The birds chirping outside are loud enough to tell you it’s fully morning now, and you hear the sounds of Jenny’s bedroom door open and shut. Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest until you hear her shuffle to the bathroom leaving you just enough time to sneak out.

“Come to my room earlier tonight, honey.” Steve finally whispers, smirking against your neck.

[k-hotchoisan]

Congratulations on the 500, Jagiya!

This or than #4 💜💜💜

4. Tie Mingi up or Bondage with Seonghwa?

Just wanna give a shout-out to @bro-atz for giving me this idea (u brought it upon yourself babe love you xoxo)

Thank you so much for the congratulations darling 😘 enjoy this Drabble!!

Warnings: smut, pwp, toy play (cock ring, restrains), bondage, sub!mingi (don’t we fucking love him 🩷), dry orgasms, cream pies, this is a kinky fic!

⚠️ sex toy note: please ensure you don’t use cock rings for more than 20 minutes if you’re a first time user! Always attempt to let yourself be comfortable with using said sex toys over many sessions!

Please exercise caution when playing around with rope bondage—knots should be well tied, it shouldn’t restrict blood flow too much (unless you’re into that kind of thing 👀) and always check if your subbie is okay with it!

Stay safe! 🩷

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K’s 500: this or that masterlist here!

You step back, admiring the way you tied your boy up. The rope runs across under his tits, as it binds his arms behind his back, and the knots run parallel along his arm, down to his wrists before running across his abdomen.

Mingi’s stare follows yours, and ultimately dances back to yours, with those puppy eyes he always wore.

You straddle his lap, pulling yourself closer to him, letting your tits graze his chest before your hands stroke his cheeks. He seems so lost in your eyes, and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in to collide his lips with yours, tasting and taking everything you have to give. You’re rendered breathless, soaking in the way Mingi plays with your tongue and his whines when you bite his bottom lip and tug gently.

It doesn’t get him more to get his fat cock hard and twitching.

But you had other plans tonight.

The moment you part your lips from Mingi, his breath is already shaking from the anticipation because it’s the first time he’s doing this.

His eyes continue to follow you when you lower yourself to his cock, hands wrapping around the appendage, giving it a couple of pumps, listening to the way Mingi’s whining above you.

And then you pull out the cock ring, fitting it over until it sits comfortably above Mingi’s balls. Mingi bites his lip. It’s definitely a new sensation, but nothing unpleasant at least.

“Is this okay?” You ask, giving his pretty cock small kisses to relax him. Mingi nods, trying to let himself soak in the new sensation. He doesn’t hate it, that’s for sure.

You don’t give him any warning before taking his whole cock in your mouth, and Mingi jolts from the sudden sensation, accompanied with a low moan. He wants to grab your hair and fuck your face so bad, but when he does, he remembers that his hands a bound behind him.

His cock leaves your lips with a pop and you give his shoulder a gentle push, letting him fall onto the bed to be comfortable. He relaxes slightly when his back hits the mattress.

You lie beside him, your hands slowly pumping his cock to let him adjust, and Mingi gasps.

“How does it feel?” You check in.

“Yeah, feels okay. Feels okay”, Mingi replies, feeling his cock grow bigger under your touch, pushing against the cock ring.

“You’re taking it so well. I knew you’re such a good boy, princess”, you say in a soft voice, thumbing his silt, watching him squirm. Beads of sweat begin to trickle down his temple, but that’s the least of his worries.

Mingi’s mind is starting to slowly melt. The way you’re pumping his cock is sending electricity up his spine, and it only feels more enhanced with the way the cock ring is pushing against his rock hard cock. Groans leave his lips, as he bucks his hips every time you pump right back to his tip.

“Amazing. Fucking amazing”, he whimpers, spreading his legs by instinct.

“Look at your pretty cock, princess. It’s so fucking hard and big. You like wearing the cock ring that much?” You ask, giving the cock ring on his base a little squeeze, and you earn a cry from him.

No thoughts are processing in Mingi’s brain, all he does is shut his eyes and flutter them open. You pout, giving another squeeze to the cock ring and a soft yelp comes from the male below you.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“I like it. It feels so good around my cock”, Mingi admits, despite the flush engulfing his ears and cheeks. He would never admit it, but it’s so evident that he loves being humiliated like that.

You smile as you lean in to plant a kiss on his temple before you shifting yourself to settle in between his spread open legs.

The ropes are starting to leave soft imprints on his pretty skin as he’s fighting against the restraints, especially when you’re beginning to use both hands to stroke his cock. You stare at the way precum leaks pathetically out of the silt of his cock, before accelerating your strokes, while pressing his hips down every time he lifts them in desperation.

“Babe, w-wait!” He cries out. He feels something funny in his stomach, and balls the more you flick your wrist. You don’t relent, making sure you pull every single fucked out reaction from Mingi.

Mingi’s eyes roll back as he juts his hips into the air, his low groans climbing in pitch as his cock twitches so desperately. He curses, “fuck fuck fuck!”, letting tears streak down his face.

He finally lands back onto the bed, and he looks more frustrated. His breathing still continues to be laboured as he whines.

“Aw. Did my princess have a dry orgasm?” You giggle, watching the way his cock twitch violently, only pre cum and slick barely leaking from the tip.

“Wanna cum. Please, I wanna cum”, he begs, his body twitching forward from the aftershocks. You swear you could get addicted to hearing him beg.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You ask, giving his balls a massage. Mingi bites his lips, looking at you with those fucking puppy eyes again. He sucks his cheeks, and nods quickly.

“Use your words, baby”, you remind him, thumbing over his silt once more, and he flexes his abdomen at the sensation.

“Yes, please, I’ve been such a good boy for you. I’ll let you use me, whatever you want, babe”, he whines, bucking his hips into your hands again. You think to yourself that you could definitely get used to this.

You pull the cock ring off as agonisingly slow as possible, taking in the pleasure of Mingi’s desperate begging, and the way his cock is so fucking wet that the band slips off almost immediately, and by then the clear slick that gathers at the top of his slit gradually becomes whiter and thicker. Mingi sighs in relief, letting his cock twitch, as more thick pre cum trickles down his cock.

And then you lower yourself onto his cock without much warning, Mingi has his head thrown back, his whines and sobs filling up the room at how your pussy is just squeezing him.

“W-wait, n-no! Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Mingi feels the dopamine rush into every single of his senses when his cock is sunken into your warm cunt, and his hips jerk as he fits his entire length in you. His cock twitches for less than millisecond before he paints your walls with his thick cum. You gasp, pressing your fingers onto his hips as he unloads into you, shot after shot.

“It’s so much. Shit, it feels so good. Fuckkkkk”, he sobs and whines, thighs jerking every time you clench and milk him out. You press kisses on his cheeks, temples and lips, sending him praises right to his ears that he’s such a good boy for taking it, for begging, for cumming in you, and more whimpers pull out of him. You undo the knots and your heart flutters at the way his body has imprints of the ropes, and he looks so fucking beautiful panting and covered in sweat, his eyes barely opened. You don’t get off his cock just yet, letting him regain his bearings first.

His eyes flutter open, staring back at you with shyness and satisfaction before his arms reach out to push you down onto the bed. You don’t know where he even got the strength to do that after all that but you’re weren’t gonna complain. He spots his cum leaking down his cock, out from your wet hole, and he swallows hard.

“You haven’t cummed yet. I’m not letting you sleep until you’re screaming my name.”

[phattiepheeder]

How was your Christmas dinner? You managed at least 3 helpings, right? 👀 Please tell us how your already packed guts reacted 😍

Oh boy where to begin? The 3 days prior I’d been such a gassy shit filled hog. I ate so much the first day. Charcuterie board, pizza, pasta, roast beef with potatoes. So all that dense food really digested and stayed exactly where it had ended up in my colon. My gut felt so heavy and I was sure just the sheer weight of all that digested food would force my hole open, but I also don’t think I ate a single fruit or vegetable that day. It always frustrates me when I get constipated without planning to hold it. Because I wouldn’t have overdone it so much on the first day. I tried so hard to push something out but even after my hole was heaving for half an hour and I became sweaty and out of breath, nothing came out. So as soon as I didn’t shit the first , even though I hadn’t planned it, I decided to see if I could make it to Christmas without using the bathroom.

I tried to eat that same amount every day after, just stuffing my already punished guts. I was getting so bloated. But I was loving just how full I was getting. With all that sugar and oil from the rich holiday food, I would have assumed that I would have at least pinched a small loaf, but still nothing. I didn’t even feel the urge, just a constant achy feeling. Like my bowels were overstretched and my belly was too heavy to move. I tried my best to fart out as much as I could but god they were horrendous. I guess all that meat and cheese was rotting inside me over the week.

By Christmas Day, my belly looked like a blimp. I had been plugged up for 3 days and I was ready to break my hood just to have some relief. I did have a huge family dinner planned that night so , knowing the amount of distress I’d be in afterwards trying to digest even MORE food, I took two heaping tablespoons of psyllium husk right before.

This was I think the most fiber I’d had all week and within an hour my belly began to balloon with gas. I was trying desperately to release as much as I could before going over for dinner. Like literally squatting, folding myself over the arm of the couch, in the happy baby position pulling my legs up and pressing on my belly. The sound was so loud, I guess from the gas trying to escape from around the turf blocking my hole. And the whole house smelled like rotten eggs.

I wasn’t able to fit in the pants I had planned to wear so I wore a loose fitting dress to try to hide my bulging tight stomach. Even driving there, I stayed in the car for an extra ten minutes after parking to try to fart as much out as I could. I knew I couldn’t fart at dinner and the house was gonna be cramped with too many ppl.

I did end up eating a lot. Way more than I had planned. People just kept refilling my plate, wanting me to try what they had brought. I left feeling the way I used to feel when my feeder used to sit me down and force feed me even after I was full. I had to practically waddle in the door.

It felt like I was going to explode the entire time I was there. Once I got home, I went to lie on my back in my bed, lifted my legs, shifted my thong to the side and had my bare asshole exposed under the dress. And then I close my eyes and just unclenched. So much gas came rushing out. It rumbled, it wheezed, it reverberated out of my hole. I couldn’t help but to moan as I kept pushing them out. I had such a bad belly ache. I didn’t even care if I soiled my bed at this point I just needed relief. But it didn’t come.

I finally fell asleep and I guess the psyllium started working as I slept, along with the digestion of the thousands of calories I’d just consumed. I woke up around 9am to bad cramps and loud gurgles. I could barely move. I tried to fart away some of the pain but one of them came sputtering out with enough goo to slick my entire ass crack. I knew it was time.

I waddled as best I could to the bathroom, peeled off my ruined thong and planted my fat ass on the bowl just in time for a massive turd to breach my hole.

It stretched me out so wide . I cried out in pain. Once the widest part of the head past, the log began slowly snaking out. I would usually empty a days-long hole in a bucket or container so my toilet doesn’t clog but I was so desperate to go that I completely forgot. So i had to pinch off the snake, clench and flush.

.

Then as soon as the water refilled the bowl, my hole reopened, forcing out more and more shit. Stop, clench, flush.

By the third unclenching of my hole, it was all just a sloppy mess. And it was too messy to control so I ended up filling the bowl with sludge.

I ended up going another 2 times that day, but yeah. It was such a relief. I for sure shit at least a few pounds. I don’t think I’ve felt that full and overstuffed since my ex-feeder made me do a 6day hold las t year 😅

[gremlingottoosilly]

Ok hear me out… in regards to alt reader vs housewife reader…

¿Por qué no los dos?

Alt reader who is ALSO a cute little housewife? Lil cutie patootie in an apron and a pretty little dress, making a big hearty dinner for the big boy, giving him big fat kisses and scolding him for getting his boots on her clean floor…

And her BRIGHT colored hair is PERFECTLY insane, her black lipstick is FLAWLESS, piercings PRISTINE and SHINY, tattoos MOISTURIZED etc.

Bonus points if we can combine them! Combat boots and fishnets under her baby blue dress, tattoos on full display, her little apron is printed with bats and spiders, her piercings maybe match her wedding ring- I can HEAR König crying out for mercy

(Anyways hi I’m Shay nice to meet you how are you today this is my first ask I’m sending you I adore you🥴👀🦭)

Oh no! Good boy, normal family traditional boy Konig is getting his punk awakening in the deep of his mid-age crisis. He for real thought you were two different people at first - with your piercings and your raw taste in music, with all the tattoos and eyeliner and the amount of makeup on your eyes that makes him wonder if you do facepaint camouflage too...and then your adorable voice and your soft demeanor - you just act so innocent, so adorable. You probably meet when you were working in the coffee shop near KorTac HQ, your pleasant actions make him rethink a good chuck of his life. This man was dead set on either dying alone or meeting some good, vanilla girl who would eventually leave him because of his fucked up personality - but god, aren't you fucked up too. He just loves to spoil you with everything he can get you - which is a lot, considering how expensive some of the alternative fashion brands are, and how much good, quality eyeliner you spend every day. This guy is already ordering you custom gothic rings and collectors edition of CD for your favorite music band - and even though his tastes are outdated and as ancient, as he is, he would try to listen to everything you like. When you ask to but you more cute stuff, he is in heaven. He can go back home to a girl that can rock crazy makeup AND cute flowy dress?? And she likes him, and she is good at listening, and she allows him to spoil her like a princess?? Did he actually die on the missions, and this is his perfect afterlife??

[iliketangerines]

Can we get a part two for the behave like a good dog 🫢- i wanna see how the boys would be with a reader who’s pregnant with twins or triplets👀 like imagine the boys going from that rough state to being careful with reader because carrying and having more then one baby is a HUGE risk- like when she’s horny all they do is service her because they know they can’t be rough with her-

behave like a good dog pt.2

a/n: i gotchu cutie. sorry if this one isn't that smutty. i couldn't really think of anything :(

pairing: liu kang x afab!reader x kung lao

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pregnancy kink, lactation kink, finger fucking, pussy eating, praise kink, blow jobs, hand jobs

it had been a few months since that night, and a lot had happened since then; Liu Kang had become a Fire God, and Lord Raiden was just Raiden, and Kronika was dead

and you were pregnant, but in the grand scheme of thing, being pregnant didn’t feel quite as large as the other two events

but Kung Lao and Liu Kang certainly treated it like the world was ending, bringing you snacks and water on your beck and call, rubbing your feet the second you sat down, and cuddling close to your stomach to feel the baby kick

or babies kick, it was twins, and you had never been so tired or horny in your life

your breasts had swelled with milk, your thighs had grown in width, and your hips had a layers of fat grown on top of them

you were in no condition to fight or train, and it frustrated you to no end and the frustration usually came as endless horniness

and who were Liu Kang and Kung Lao to deny you

which is why Liu Kang and you were inside a forgotten closet somewhere on the compound as you carefully kneeled on the ground and pawed at Liu Kang’s pants

you had pulled him into the space, needing to suck his cock, and Liu Kang wasn’t one to deny a treat like this

he pulls down his pants, and immediately you’re on him, sucking on the tip of his cock and licking from the base to the tip

he bites back a moan, trying to be quiet as you pay special attention to the vein on the side of his cock and bring one hand up to fondle his balls

you whine as you take his cock down your throat, wet gurgling sounds leaving your mouth as you pumped whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth

Liu Kang lets out strained grunts, trying not to buck his hips into your mouth as your eyes fill with tears, and you try to take him deeper into your mouth

you rub your own thighs together, trying to get some friction on your sensitive clit as you pump at Liu Kang’s dick

Liu Kang groans and puts a gentle hand into your hair, pulling you back, so you don’t choke on his cock, but you slap his hand away and take him down to the base

Liu Kang can’t help himself as his hips jerk into your throat, and you gag around his cock

but you stay down on him, tongue pressing into the bottom of his cock and hands flexing and squeezing his thick thighs

finally, you let off and bob your head up and down, moaning and whining around his dick as you rub your thighs together and cum all over your panties, clit sensitive and swollen

Liu Kang groans and cums into your mouth, and you eagerly swallow it all, but when he’s finished, you keep on sucking on his dick, forcing blood flow back into it

Liu Kang groans at the overstimulation as you continue to fuck him with your mouth

he pulls you off him, saying that he can’t, but you pout, whiny and teary saying that you need it, and Liu Kang can’t resist and lets you suck his cock

later that day, Liu Kang utterly spent and guiding you back to the bed, so you can properly lay down, he calls Kung Lao wishes him luck before passing him to you

Kung Lao smiles as he rubs your ankles, your feet, and your sore legs from kneeling in front of Liu Kang so much

he has a smug smirk as he lays on his stomach and takes off your pants and sits between your spreads legs

he presses kisses to the inside of your thighs, kissing the stretch marks and sucking hickeys into your legs

you whine as he holds onto your thighs, sucking on your clit before dipping his tongue down to fuck into your wet cunt

you whimper, gripping onto him as he flicks your clit with his tongue and slides two fingers into your pussy

he fucks you on his fingers, fingertips pressing intthat sweet spot, and you throw your head back and moan loudly as you cum all over his fingers

he detaches from your clit and smirks up at you, mocking you for cumming already, but you just whine and say you’re sensitive and to keep going please

he hums and says gladly, rutting into the mattress as he continues to fuck you on his deft fingers and suck on your clit

you come over and over again, head spinning and dizzy as Kung Lao continues to make you see stars

by the end of the day, you’re tire-out, appetite satiated for the day, and Kung Lao easily picks you up and brings you to the showers

he goes to leave to find Liu Kang to tell him to bring some water, but you grab onto his arms and beg him to stay

Kung Lao can’t resist and so just stays with you and helps you wash your hair as your eyes close at the soft massage of your scalp

he runs his hands over your breasts, your stomach, your legs, tracing the stretch marks and telling you how pretty you look like this, nice and swollen with their children

you blush and tell him to finish up, that you want to go to bed and cuddle up wit him and Liu Kang

Kung Lao chuckles but listens to your commands and finishes washing your hair as finish scrubbing down the rest of your body

after a few minutes, you settle into bed, and Liu Kang is already there with some water

you drink it happily and settle into bed, humming as their warm bodies come and cuddle up right next to you

Liu Kang looks up at you with pleading eyes and squeezes your breast softly, and you can feel milk leaking from the nipple

you sigh and roll your eyes, but you smile and he lifts up your shirt and happily sucks on your nipple, moaning at the taste of your milk filling his mouth

Kung Lao just traces the marks on your stomach, holding you close in his arms as he watches you slowly drift off to sleep

there’s not a place on earth you would rather be

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

A/N: Inconsistency is my middle name💀. But here’s this idea that came to my mind that I just HAD to write. Also sorry if the emojis look terrible, I wrote some of this on my phone, some on my iPad and then the rest on my computer so the format is kinda crazy.

Summary: You’re a well renowned actress and bachelorette that many have been trying to get at. Unfortunately, you never gave them the time of day. Until, someone comes along.

Possible Continuation: This may (emphasis on may because you know me💀) be a part of series I’m planning on doing. If not, I'll just come back and delete this paragraph and pretend nothing happened.

You have one message from...(Jamal Musiala)

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The weight of exhaustion presses down on you as you sink into the comfort of your bed. It's been a relentless week, filled with auditions, interviews, and movie filming sessions. The tranquility of your bedroom offers a brief respite from the chaos that typically surrounds your life.

But of course, that doesn't last forever.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You debate ignoring it, anyone texting at this time falls into one of two categories—people who are wayy too thirsty for their own good and miserable haters. For some reason tonight, perhaps out of boredom or a faint hope for something different, you decide to check.

You received one instagram notification from JamalMusiala10

The name doesn't immediately register with you since it's so late and your mind is still heavy with sleep, but you open the message anyway.

You groan inwardly, already regretting your decision to open the message. Jamal Musiala—the famous soccer player that plays for that German team? Bayern? You only recently got into football, so there was still much for you to learn but you're pretty sure that's who he is. You'll stalk his socials tomorrow.

For now, though, what could he possibly want from you? It's 2 in the morning. Again, he's either wayyyy too thirsty or maybe he's a possible hater?

How's it hanging?!?!?

This boy can NOT be serious.

You can't help but stifle a laugh at his attempt at casual banter. Is he a middle-aged white dad?

Wayy too thirsty it is! Never fails.

To be continued…..

[chapel-of-rizztual]

1. Pairing: Mountain x Phantom x Swiss

2. AU setting up to you! (but phantom getting double daddy dommed is 👀)

So I ignored the game altogether and wrote a full ficlet because this idea made me go feral. Oops. I also used your idea of Mountain having a secret burrow. (I think it was your idea?)

Phantom should have known it was a trick. From the smirk on Mountain’s face when he’d asked to the way Swiss giggled. He should have known that there was some ulterior motive, but he was just so excited to be invited to Mountain’s secret burrow that he had thought to think of anything else. He’s heard a lot about Mountain’s secret burrow in his short time on earth but the earth ghoul had to invite him to the wonders of his borrow. Until now. 

Phantom was led on top of Swiss, who was led onto of a plethora of soft furs and pelts. He could feel how soft they were under his knees. He was led chest to chest with Swiss, both his thighs bracketing Swiss’ hips. He had his face buried in Swiss’ neck, the rich cinnamony scent was overwhelming for him but he couldn’t pull away, he was addicted to it.  His cock was pressing into Swiss soft belly, hard and leaking, he could feel the smattering of Swiss belly hairs were soaked with his precum. Swiss’ own cock was pressed into Phantom’s hip, just as hard and leaking just as much, making Phantom’s hip wet and sticky. 

Mountain was behind him, one hand on his ass keeping him spread open,  three fingers buried deep in Phantom, crooking them just right to hit his prostate dead one. 

Phantom writhes against Swiss, whining as his cock drags agains his belly. Swiss wraps his arms around Phantom's waist, pinning down and stopping him moving. 

“Be a good boy and stay still. Let Mountain open you up for us.”

Phantom whines into Swiss’ neck, trying to roll his hips back into Mountain’s fingers. Mountain brings the hand that was resting on his ass down hard, the sound echoing around the small tunnel they’re in. 

“Be patient, Phantom. You don’t want it to hurt do you?” 

“No.” Phantom chokes out into Swiss’ neck, almost in tears already. Mountain pushing a fourth finger in along side his other’s. 

Swiss presses a kiss to his cheek, moving one hand from his waist to run his fingers though his hair. 

“Good boy.” 

Mountain looks over Phantom’s head to speak directly to Swiss. 

“I think he’s ready now.” 

Swiss hums. 

“Who gets first use?” 

Mountain scoffs at him. 

“Me. I did all the work opening him.” 

“I kept him still! Without me it would have taken double the time it did.” 

“Woooow you did the bare minimum, keeping one of the smallest ghouls still, how would I cope without you?” Mountain deadpans, glaring at Swiss. 

“You know I could argue with about this even longer, or we could both use him at the same time?” There’s an evil glint in Swiss’ eyes when he says that. 

Phantom, who had been quiet the whole time they argued, moans, pushing his ass up. 

Mountain laughs, running a hand over his ass. 

“Think out little play thing likes that idea.” 

Swiss laughs, running his hands down Phantom’s back. 

“You want that, baby? You want two fat cock splitting you open?” 

Phantom whimpers, lifting his ass up even more. 

“Please. Please, daddy. What it so bad.” 

Mountain leans over him, running the head of his cock over Phantom’s hole. 

“Yeah? You want the two of us using your tiny little hole? Stretching you open so you’ll be ruined for anyone else that wants to use you?” 

Phantom’s doesn’t respond, just gargles into Swiss’ neck, feeling tears well in his eyes.

Mountain let’s the tip of cock catch at his rim, and pushed in slowly. He pushed at the middle of his back, making Phantom arch his back even more so Swiss has the opportunity to push in as well. 

Mountain was big enough on his own, the street has of him was enough to make it burn in a way that had Phantom feeling it for days after, but as he feels Swiss pushing on alongside of Mountain he feels all the air get punched out of his lungs. 

They both bottom out at the same time, making all three of them groan in unison. Phantom has never felt so full in his life, the burn is incredible,  he can feel feel it all the way down his legs, making them go tingly and warm. 

“Ah fuck.” He thinks it’s Swiss that groans. 

“He’s so tight, fucking hell.” 

Mountain moves, pulling out almost all the day before pushing back in. 

“Fuck.” He laughs. “I can feel your cock against mine.” 

Both Swiss and Phantom moan at that, Swiss’ hands gripping at Phantoms hips and he thrusts  his hips upwards, deeper into Phantom. 

Phantom can’t even moan as they both start thrusting in unison, using him as they both want. He drools into Swiss neck, unable to close his mouth. 

“D-daddy.” He manages to stutter out. 

“Who you saying that too, babyboy?” Swiss whispers into his ear. 

“B-both! Both.” 

Mountain leans back over him, making all both him and Phantom moan as he manages to get even deeper. 

“You like having both your daddies use you at the same time? Like getting your pretty little used and Destroyed?” 

Phantom’s hips buck, his back arching even more into both of their touches.

“C-cum. Daddy-gunna, I’m gunna-ugh-oh.” 

Swiss groans, his head rolling back against the furs. 

“Fuck, I’m close too, he’s clenching so tightly, I don’t think I can hold it off any longer.” Swiss groans again, his claws digging into Phantom’s hips. “Can feel you are too, big boy. Can feel your knot pressed up against mine.” 

Mountain pants, gripping at Phantom's thighs, spreading his legs even more. 

“I can’t help it, like you said he’s so tight.” He moans throwing his head back as he does. 

“Think you can take two knots, babyboy? Think you can take even more?” 

“Yes! Yes-whatever you want- I need-I’m gunna cum. Please, please let me.” Phantom’s whole body shakes as he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm until he’s told he can cum. 

Both ghouls get three more thrusts in before Mountain gives the order. 

“Fuck, Swiss, now-now. Fucking cum in him, knot him with me.” 

That was all it took for both ghouls to cum, filling Phantom up completely as they cum, both knots getting forced into him. 

Phantom whites out as he feels himself being stretched in ways he’s never been before, he clenches around both knots, making both ghouls moan. He thinks he cuts, he’s shaking like he did, and he’s sticky, but he has no recollection. 

When he comes back to reality, he’s on his side, face buried in Swiss’ chest, with Mountain spooning him from behind. They’re both pressing genital kissed all over him, whispering kind praises at him. He sighs, sinking even deeper into both their embraces. He doesn’t feel like talking yet, he’s not sure if he even can yet, so he closes his eyes again, letting both ghouls comforting words wash over him as he drifts off to sleep. The ache in his ass was a problem for later.  

[twigg96]

I love your headcanons, I binge on them often. This is My first request... what if the boys had a special treat for their S/O birthday (wink wink)

👀🔥 hehehe @antaraboo Ohhh something special huh?? Ok. Let’s go!!! These will be spicy so just be prepared. I had to place them bellow the cut so you know they’re gonna be

Nathan - Nathan doesn’t hide his plans at all. He probably even tells his partner to come home naked on their birthday. This boy absolutely gives the best birthday head. He will go down on his partner and make them scream his name and make their legs shake and become jelly before he ever even touches himself. His partner has cum at least 5 times before he starts fingering them, edging them farther and farther each and every time just to hear them scream. By the time he’s fucked them full his partner can’t even make words coherently anymore. Just whined needy noises as they wrapped their legs around his waist, their eyes rolling to the back of their skulls as Nathan plows into them at full force. Nathan is calling them every word in the book. Gorgeous. Filthy whore. Delicious. Bitch. Whatever gets them going he’s into it tonight. That includes cumming where ever his partner wants and being extra vigilant about condoms if it was a boundary between them before.

Pickles- He is weirdly quiet about his S/Os birthday. Normally he’d be all over them. Telling them all about that good kush he got to smoke just for the day. But this year… he avoided them like the plague. That is until the actual day arrives. That’s when the wrapped boxes and boxes of toys come out. Vibrators, remote controlled toys, ropes, handcuffs, dildos of all shapes and sizes, ovipositors, tentacles, if they could think of it. He bought it just for that evening. Pickles was slow to try them. Careful not to move to fast and scare his partner away. The two of them smoked a fat blunt, drinking the best champagne either of them had ever tasted before Pickles picked up a bottle of cherry flavored Lube. Rubbing some of the tingling jelly on his lovers thighs, slowly, carefully he licked it up, commenting that it in fact tasted nothing like cherries and did in fact make his tongue numb as hell. The two shared giggly kissed passionately exploring each of their bodies limits until they were both limp on the mattress the next morning, sticky and covered in more substances than either cared to admit.

Murderface - this man is the gentlest bean a person could ever date. But this man has a secret dark side that only comes out when his partner begs for it. For their birthday he decides that it is the best time to unleash his beast. His choking kink. Using his large calloused beefy hands to hold the throat of his partner just tight enough to make them feel so amazing that they cum as he places perfect thrusts of his gnarled dick into them. Cum would be pooled beneath them. A mixture of him and his partner’s. Air is a precious commodity on his S/Os birthday and he’s more than willing to make them beg for it.

Skwisgaar - over stimulation. Over stimulation. Over stimulation. Skwisgaar is a man that notoriously is known to go for hours. Albeit with multiple partners and on benders… but still he planned on putting those skills to good use on his S/O’s birthday. Anything they wanted to do he was down for. Any position. Eaten out? Easy. Toys? He was down. They wanted him to cum inside? That was his fuckin’ specialty. Anything he could do to make them cum again. And again. And again. He wanted them shaking and whining by the time he was done. He wanted them panting, begging, nails leaving long tracks down his back, screaming, crying, wailing, shaking, and cumming. He wanted them covered in his love bites, only falling asleep as the morning sun crested and his partner was sufficiently fucked good.

Toki - he is making sweet unbridled love to his partner. He needs to make sure the love of his life knows just how much he loves them. He’d pamper them all day. Massaging their body with scented oil. Washing them in the shower before and after sex. Feeding them sexily with aphrodisiacs, oysters, avocados, salmon, bananas, strawberries, chocolates, and red wine. He makes love to his partner sweet and slowly making sure to kiss every inch of their body before helping them cum with his hand. Them first. Always. Then he’s switching gears. Fucking them hard and needy. Still making love. Still being sure to tell them how much he loves them. But the feeling of his partner’s cum on his stomach and thighs as they ride him to their pleasure is so intoxicating. He can’t help but leave hand prints in their thighs and hips through the grip he holds.

[onmyyan]

scorpio anon got me feelin some tingz with that time machine ask and now im brainrotting on how our boys would be if you took their virginity so, lemme set the scene

Reader is a bad gal okay? She's not completely stupid but maybe a bit of a bimbo and word on the street is She's got good pussy. Somehow (idk how) the boys end up choosing her as their darling so ofc they need to get it in right? Ok ok anyways this is how i imagine they would be like puttining it in for the first time

Cas: im sorry but he cums before he even puts it in. Literally creams his pants when you push him down and sit on his face and then cums again once he gets his fat tip in 🤧

Gabe: mans is TOO excited, literally laying back so ready to lose his v card, maybe reader teases him a bit for being a cherry boy so he slams her on his dick (gabe no 💀) but luckily she's wet so he just bounces her like that

Ricky: babygirl is so nervous, he's got the candles and rose petals set up (something cas told him) and he's horny gripping the sheets behind your head until you sit him down and calm him down and tell him its ok before you ride him. Baby thought he needed to be the top bc he's a man 😞

Marcos: ohhhh lawd, you started it all for him. Reader is prolly his tragic backstory 💀 like she popped marcos' cherry and he was ready to get married and then she was fuckin someone else the next day so he did the same to get her attention but never got it lmao. I think he'd last surprisingly long, second only to....

Manny!!! Baby is feral and somehow never cums? Like he's the virgin but he's the one eating your ass out, eating you upside down literally doin all kinds of weird foreplay, u literally gotta tie his ass to the chair finally get him in you and then he's sooo babygirl but he's got such endurance, he'd be the best service top ugh

Ashley would be childhood sweatheart kinda beat, he would lose it in one of the fields between your two houses aftwr he fucking finally confesses to you and he goes from your shy hot best friend to daddy out of nowhere 😭 possessive fucking and telling you that youre his now, no more games (and mayhaps he knocks u up on the first try 👀)

-shamelessly gonna rip this but can i be ♌️ anon

You are so smart,,,,,ohmygod???? The Manny one had me blushing n biting my pillow bec??? Hello??? You're so smart ??? Also Ashley absolutely the type to get you pregnant that first time just because of how damn near feral he gets also also the idea of being the woman who breaks Marcos heart initially and turning him into the slut he is?!?!?! Chefs kiss all around I love how your brain works 👩🏼‍🍳😘

♌ anon it is ❤️❤️❤️

[hauntedbubbles]

They're so sassy with it 🤣🤣🤣

Graves: Watch your ass down there Soap: Aye...I'll be watchin' somebody's arse doon ther'👀 Ghost: Fuckin' 'ell

@atombonniebaby here with my secondary blog...wanted to give my cod content it's own home... HantedBubbles = SoapGhost 🧼💀

I'm also doing a one shot, where Soap didn't get the birthday he had planned, and the boys decide to drop in, unannounced to cheer him up. (or Price has the kids for the weekend)

So...I wrote a bit where Ghost is bribed into getting the above outfit when they're out getting supplies 🤣

Have a read 👇🏼 encourage me to finish it 🙌🏼

"You seen this?" Gaz holds up a t-shirt, a mix of black and neon pinks. "It's got a skull."

He should hate it. He knows he should. It's garish and loud and everything he'd usually scoff at. But fuck it all, he sorta loves it? "It's not the worst thing you Muppets have shown me..."

"With them grey jeans and this..." Gaz hands him a light grey garment, a jacket by the looks of it, trendier than he'd ever have chosen for himself. The arms look like they'd cut off circulation to his hands if he flexed too hard. "I think it could work."

"Go on, son, no point speculating, go try ‘em on." Price shoos him in the direction of the changing rooms.

He could complain or try to argue his case, but he knows this is one of those battles he won't win. With a heady sigh he makes his way to an empty cubicle, which is hardly big enough to house a fucking toddler... never mind his 6”3’ arse.

After what felt like the warm-up session from his workouts (and an hour of swearing at buttons), Ghost managed to wrestle himself into a pair of jeans that actually fit him (if you don't look down past his shins) They were just long enough that his boots might reach ‘em. (And spare him the trouble of looking a right tosser.)

They was...a little hugging. The soft, light grey denim, a far cry from his usual heavy blue work jeans and cargos... He almost hates them too, wants to, but even he can admit, his legs looked mint in ‘em, he turned then, to see how they look in the back and— yeah...not on their life... this ain’t ‘appenin’—

"You alive in there?” Price, king-of-choosing-his-moments, knocked on the door.

Fuck! The button's stuck!..."Ye...yeah..." He struggled to breathe out, trying to keep quiet while fat fingers fumbled with the bastard button. "Tha’s it! I-I ain't buyin' 'nout from 'ere— fuckin' ’ell!”

"Simon, unlock it, yeah?”

If that fucker laughed he'd kill him. With a defeated sigh, Ghost opened the door just enough for Price to slide inside the tiny space... He looks down at the captain and debates if he has enough room to hide the body.

“Just help us get these off, yeah? Fuckin' things are stuck!”

"Reign it in...take a breath." He had to give it to the Captain, that smile that nearly broke, stayed away. "They ain't bad on ya, what's the matter?”

He's more caked up than the fucking bakery isle in this here Big Tesco is what's the fucking matter. "They ain't practical, Captain. Soft as shit fabric'll fall apart after a few washes."

"Fifty quid..." Price smiled, arms crossed and smug as he opened the door. "And I'll buy 'em for ya?”

"Why?” Ghost blurted out. "I ain't got anywhere to wear 'em!"

"Because I remember the crazy shit you used to wear back in the day, and this is bloody tame... Why not let Simon have this one, eh?”

He hated the way his cheeks burned hotter... but fifty quid? Outta the Captains pocket? Fuckin' hell. "A'right, fine! But on the small chance I croak it t’night and end up a real fuckin' ghost lookin' like a knob...I'm haunting ya!”

Price laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "That sounds like a yes?"

"A begrudging one."

"Then get to it. We 'aven't got all day."

Bastard.

Ghost double knotted his laces. Nothing pinched, everything fitted, felt comfortable. Fuck. He stood on a deep breath and turned to the ridiculously big mirror and tugged the scarf back down around his neck, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck's sake..."

The skull T-shirt clung a little tighter than he expected. Not quite a second skin, but enough to be noticeable. These clothes were... new and different, and he doesn't know how to process how that made him feel.

He was the kind of guy that could blend into any crowd, could fade into the background and be unnoticed. He liked being invisible. Hated being in the spotlight.

The jeans made him feel like an asshole.

The shirt made him look like a twat.

And yet, who he found staring back in the mirror was a man that could pass for an everyday bloke. One who didn't live on the fringes of society, one who hadn't done the things he had. This was a guy who could be content curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea. The kind of man that had roots, who had friends and family that stood by him...had his back.

Simon stepped out of that cubicle, feeling more naked than he had when he'd stripped down. Yet, a strange sense of security washed over him as he faced his commanding officer with an apprehensive stare.

Price had that stupid, dopey grin plastered on his face, just like when he was congratulating his troops on a job well done.

"There he is," Price whispered as he reached up to ruffle his hair, and he batted the hand away, scowling as he ducked out of the changing room.

"Fuckin' hell, sir..."

"Garrick...I'm warnin' ya..." he growled, shoving the smaller man towards the exit of the store. "Not another fuckin' word."

[sugar-omi]

any headcanons for what kind of sex toys the boys have? for themselves or their partners. who is the most embarrassed to go shopping for them and why is it derek? (ik cove seems the most obvious, but I think once they start fucking he is all about making you happy. plus he talks in the dlc abt "running out of supplies quickly" so we know he's gotta go like. all the time)

NO BC I HALF ASSED READ WHAT YOU SAID (my cat keeps begging for snacks, someone tell him it's a 1 time thing just for his 2nd bday like calm down Mr. fat cakes🤨) N I WAS ABT TO SAY DEREK THEN I REALIZED U SAID DEREK

anyway so conclusion is I agree. anyway imma go in order of cove, baxter, derek...

cove:

straps/dildos for days. I feel like he's a Little obsessed w stretching you out

mm I'm thinking flogger or smth as well since he likes pain sm

COCK RINGS.

maybe even blindfold as well bc sometimes he gets embarrassed n I think the lights off thing goes a bit deeper sometimes...

would love if you used it on him too but also he'd be so whiny n breathy if you're laid out for him n waiting n reacting strongly to his every touch n move...

omg how do we feel abt nipple clamps

you don't have to use em but I can totally see it for him, he'd look so cute w those

ooo what abt butt plugs, I think he kinda likes the stretch n sensation yk👀

definitely has a few vibes bc he wants to see how you react, how you shake...

he also has weird shaped dildos I'm not ngl to you. not tentacle level, but definitely weird ridges and knots🫣

baxter:

so he's into bdsm right... (I'll add the link here Inna bit)

I've said it a million times, but bondage.

he's a total rope bunny n a rigger. doesn't even have to be the typical rope, will tie you or himself up with long silky ribbons and ofc his tie if you're in a hurry/rlly frisky

basically a fucking vibrator collector

omg he's a vibrating pantie type of man too

another flogger/paddle man

definitely wants you to stuff him w a toy, vibrating or plug, and have him wear it all day <33

I think marking is a thing for him. signs of ownership

so hickeys ofc, but he would not be above collaring 👀 even if it's just limited to the bedroom or the collar is like a NANA situation or jewelry w your initials on it...

derek:

sweet summer child he is🫶🫶

even just flavored condoms/lube flusters him...

stuffing him is the way to go, lots of dildos and butt plugs are good

bullet vibes/magic wands...

highly suggest using a fleshlight on him, he'd be so cute to watch

I also suggest trying to sexual card/board games w him to spice things up, see what happens

also after I said the vibe panty thing w baxter I thought abt cove... have you seen how the girls beg their men to turn it down? that's so cove. all whiny n squirmy m barely able to stay on his feet. ofc he wouldn't be in the middle of the mall but fuck if you don't take it outside (baxter n cove are big outdoor sex men, as if it's surprising... the farthest derek can go is your balcony overlooking an empty beach or your car in the middle of no where, hes shyyy)

[sensei-venus]

I NEED A PT 2 to that Anthony fic 👀

(Unedited)

Anthony couldn't help it when his palms started to sweat. The back of his head hurt from slamming it back into one of the arcade games. His eyes where wide as he looked at his big sister who looked like she could kill him at any moment. Reader looked just as scared and shocked as she gripped the front of his shirt. He tried to run his hand over her back in a attempt to calm her down.

“Sam- What are you doing here I thought you said you where going to the movies with the guys?”

Sam was still red in the face as she stomped over to her younger brother. Her face twisted in pure anger. Reader tried to hide into Anthony’s side as Sam approached them. The confidence she had to kiss her boyfriend out in public with no worry was fizzling out quickly. Sam showing up zapped away any of her boldness. Now she just wanted to hide behind Anthony ad pretend she wasn’t here getting him in trouble.

Sam pointed a finger at him “I did. I told Mom and Dad that I was going out to the movies with the guys and that’s what we did, the movie ended early. The real question is what are you doing here.” Sam’s eyes looked away from her brother and over to the figure that was curled behind him. She pointed at Reader saying “And what are you doing with her? Your out here kissing up on a girl, making out in public? Is- is that Reader!?!? Your little friend from school?”

Anthony rolled his eyes, his patience was running low as he listened to Sam rant. His grip on Reader was held tight.

“She’s not my little “friend” Sam she’s my girlfriend.”

Sam raised a brow “Girlfriend? Your joking, all you guys do is homework and play video games at the house after school.”

“Yeah because we didn’t want YOU to know or Mom or Dad. Because you guys would make it into a big deal. Especially you.”

Sam practically gasped at his words, the other boys walking over and standing behind her.

“Me?? What did I do!”

“You rag on me all the time over the smallest things, I’m always the butt of your jokes all the time no matter what. I can handle your stupid comments. But I draw the line at bringing Reader into anything you say or do. I’m not going to let you make a joke out of her, out of us.”

“I would never-“

“I could already hear the comments now Sam. The jokes about us bring together. Me being small, hey bring chubby. The fat comments. The “weird couple” stuff. We both know you would say something, and that’s why we tried to keep it a secret.”

The guys looked on in silence with straight face’s. Hawk thought about it in his head, the fact that he could see Sam making a unwanted comment. Even Robby and Miguel where thinking it over. They didn’t have a hard answer to Anthony statement.

Sam slowly started to calm down, her face falling a bit. She didn’t realize that her comments actually hurt her brother so much, she was just trying to pick on him a little. Wasn’t that what big siblings do? Mess with there little siblings?

“How long has this been going on? The secret running around together.”

“A few weeks, couple of months. We have been officially dating for about two months now….” Anthony’s voice was low as he admitted his feeling to Sam.

Sam was slowly losing her anger and it was being replaced by the feeling of guilt and sadness. She mumbled out “If you would have talked to me, I would have stopped you know that right? Your my little brother, I didn’t mean to hurt you or your relationship. You are my little brother and I love you. I was just trying to tease you.” She slowly walked over and stood right in front of him, her arms lifting for a hug. Anthony reached out and let his big sister hug him.

“I-I’m sorry for lying to you, and Mom and Dad.”

“It’s ok. I’m sorry for making you feel so bad. I’m sorry for making you feel like I wouldn’t like your girlfriend or be ok with you guys dating.”

The two of them hugged for a good minute before they broke apart. Anthony coughed before turning his eyes to his girlfriend. She was still tucked in behind him, gripping his shirt.

“You know Reader right? This is my girlfriend.”

Reader looked up at Anthony before slowly moving from behind him. She gave a small smile as she looked at Sam and wave. Her chubby cheeks where flushed as she tried to fight off her shyness and embarrassment. Sam smiled back at her.

Anthony leaned down and peaked reader on the lips. She kissed back for a split second before they turned to look back at Sam.

“So do you guys want to come play some games with us? We got token’s.”

Anthony put a arm over Readers shoulder and looked down at her with a small smile. Reader gave a small one back before looking at Sam and saying “That sounds like fun, me and Anthony would love to.” the small group of teens headed back to the main part of the arcade.

Hawk hung back in the group and walked next to Anthony for a moment.

“So you like um thick? Good to know we have the same taste man. If you need any tips, feel free to ask me I got your back.” He wiggled his eyebrows before jogging back to catch up with the others.

He left a red faced Anthony and a confused Reader behind.

[saucyjothoughts]

What would reader do with a bratty Nace??👀 Praise him and pet his hair until he’s behaving himself again😇 or punish him to make him learn his lesson😈

Dearest Anonyboo, I'm so sorry this one has been sat in my ask box for so long! I've been waiting for inspiration and oh boy did Nace being an annoying little shit in the recent Jance interview deliver.

(nsfw under the cut)

You have to be up early and don't have time for your usual morning cuddles. It isn't a problem at first but your self control has always been better than his and the cracks begin to show in his resolve soon enough.

He's desperate for your attention, getting up in your personal space, trying to get a rise out of you, but this little game is the most fun when you refuse to give him what he needs. Despite the sparkling in your chest when he's being so clingy and ridiculous, you remain stoic, never flinching, arms crossed. He's got that glimmer in his eyes he only gets when he's thinking with his dick, but you're out in public and he knows you can't indulge him, you can't put him in his place here. He's running his mouth, being loud, touching your hair and your neck without permission while all you can do is tighten your lips and keep your cool. He knows exactly what your stern countenance and narrowed eyes mean; you just wait until we're alone. You'll pay for this.

When you finally get home, he's playing innocent.

"What have I ever done?" he teases you. "I've been on my best behaviour all day, wouldn't you say so?"

Everyone thinks he's so innocent, so angelic and wholesome. Only you know the truth, only you know how naughty he is, how far he's overstepped the mark today. Only you can see his half-hard cock pressing against his clothes. And now, finally alone, you can put him in his place.

He tries to kiss you and finally you can give him the slap his cheek deserves.

"I would not say so," you scold him. "I would say you've been misbehaving all day."

He could overpower you if he really wanted to but he doesn't, not even when you're rough with him, shoving him onto the bed and gripping your nails into his wrists to remind him to keep his hands to himself.

"I'd go so far as to say you've been very bad."

He earns another slap when he tries to grab your ass with his free hand while you're securing the other one to the bedpost.

Yes, you are. But he doesn't yet know quite how mean you can be.

"No!" He's feigning pain, claiming injustice, wriggling underneath you while you pin him down with your body, straddling him so that his clothed cock pushed painfully up against your groin. "You're being mean!"

His other hand secured to the bed post, he kicks out at you as you undress him, peeling his trousers down first so that you can see the outline of that fat cock you love pressing against his boxers. Then his shirt, slowly unbuttoning to show off his chest instead of tearing it off him like you know he wishes you would. He's flexing for you but you ignore it. You won't be teased, won't be manipulated.

"I've done nothing wrong," he claims as you slip your fingers beneath the band of his underwear and wrestle them down over his fighting hips.

"Shut up or I'll shut you up," you tell him, his cock slapping back against his belly. It looks delicious but you won't give him the satisfaction.

"You wouldn't dare."

He's wrong. You rise to his challenge, wringing his dirty boxers into a twist and stuffing as much of them into his mouth as you can fit. He's gagging on the sensation, his eyes watering, groaning muffled pleas into the fabric, thick with his musk and already wet with his drool.

You climb off the bed and take a step back to admire your work. He's looking at you with big pleading eyes, ready for his punishment, ready for you to use him. Even like this, his eyes are looking over your body disrespectfully. His cock twitches, jumping for your attention.

"Who’s gonna sit on that thing now, after you've been such a nuisance? No manners at all."

His expression drops, his body stilling. You're not playing into his game.

"Now I can finally get some peace. You’re going to think about how you've behaved today until I come back and decide whether you’re good enough for me to ride.”

He's whining pathetically into his underwear, rock hard and leaking, when you leave the room and shut the door behind you.