#make the beefy jerk squirm

[pahatarcarabosse]

My brain was massaged by @irunaki s absolutely cute Calypso/Antinous ship art. Its so cute. So obviously - Calypso/Antinous art from me too

[embbarnes]

18+ MDNI | Just a quick thought...telling beefy Bucky one of my favs he has a pretty cock.

God you couldn't help yourself.

He was sitting there on the couch, that perfectly fitted henley outlining every curve and plane of his muscles, making you feel a burning need deep in your core. Your eyes were drawn to the growing bulge in his tight jeans.

The way he restlessly shifted his weight on the cushions, his meaty thighs pressing together and releasing in an unconscious rhythm, his fingers absently gripping the fabric beneath them. His arousal was unmistakable to your knowing eyes.

His desire was mounting with your own.

Curling up against his right side and palming him through the rough denim of his jeans, the heat radiating from his semi-hard cock warmed your palm within a second of feeling him. His dark, disheveled hair cascaded over his forehead in messy, slightly tangled strands, his features flushed as he releases soft, breathy pants into the quiet air between you. Those pretty pink lips, giving a slight pout as they remain parted for those gentle, desperate pants to escape.

The poor man is so pent up.

Decades of denial while being used constantly really fucked with him psychologically. He associated the intimate act of sex with pain and misery, complete humiliation and dehumanization, just another form of punishment until he grew to both hate and fear any kind of intimate contact. But with you patience and gentle love...he grew confident enough, comfortable enough, to allow you to touch him.

He shifted restlessly, gradually allowing his legs to part wider as you continued your gentle ministrations, palm pressed firmly against him over the fabric. His jeans acted as both a barrier and a source of delicious friction, the sturdy material keeping him safely confined while still allowing him to enjoy your touch without triggering his usual anxieties about intimate contact.

Though the layers between you provided some sense of security, he was increasingly unable to resist the building desire for more intimate contact. The way he struggled against your palm alone made you wonder just how he would get when he was bare.

"Babydoll, please," he whispered, his voice dropping to a breathless, needy tone that revealed his growing desperation. His tongue darted out unconsciously to wet his lips, leaving them glistening in the dim light as his breathing grew more ragged.

A deep flush had spread across his cheeks, painting them a lovely shade of pink, while his heavy-lidded eyes had taken on a glassy, unfocused expression. The poor, needy man was completely lost to sensation, his hips jerking up slightly into your hand.

"Oh, baby...you're so needy already. I've barely even touched you." You cooed gently, watching his reactions with rapt attention as your hand applied more deliberate pressure to his crotch. His erection strained harder against the confining denim with each teasing touch, making his breathing grow more ragged. They felt so tight now.

"Get 'em off," Bucky whined desperately, his head falling back against the soft cushions of the couch. Sweet, delicate whimpers spilled from his parted lips as his trembling fingers fumbled clumsily with his button and zipper, struggling in his heightened state of arousal. The burning need coursing through his body was overwhelming - he wanted to cry from the intensity of it.

You smiled at his sounds, helping the man out of his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free - slapping his abdomen as it stood at attention. The poor thing was so swollen and glistening with precum, the head shining and beading translucent pearls. He was panting, squirming and trying to encourage you to touch him.

"You have such a pretty cock, baby," You took it in your hand, carefully angling it so your thumb could pop those little precum bubbles and spread them all around his tip. Bucky whined, his hands fisting the couch cushion as his back arched sightly. Cute little pants left his lips as his hips threatened to thrust.

"Doll, nngh, d-don't...tease." He strained, looking at you with watery eyes, adorably blushed cheeks, biting his bottom lip to stop it from trembling. "I need more...please, stop teasing -"

"Shh, sh, I've got you sweet boy, let me take care of you..." Your voice was so smooth and sultry, his cock twitched in your hand as you continued to gently rub the pad of your thumb on his tip and using his excessive amount of precum to lubricate the rest of him. Your hand soon moved up and down his length with ease, gently applying pressure around those delicate spots you knew he loved.

You were driving him crazy.

"Pleasepleaseplease -" Bucky was completely lost in the overwhelming sensation, his brow deeply furrowed as his body moved instinctively, driven by pure need and desire. Your hand was thoroughly coated in his arousal, a steady supply of glistening beads and pearls continuously dripping down and creating a warm, slick lubricant between your hand and his cock.

"I've got you, I've got you...just let it go for me." You leaned closer, your breath ghosting across his heated skin as his hands desperately grasped and kneaded into your body. His hips moved in an increasingly urgent pace, the previously steady rhythm of his rutting growing more and more erratic and desperate as his approaching orgasm began to overtake him, causing his thrusts to stutter and falter.

"I'm close, I'm close doll," He managed through his panting and soft moaning, "Don't stop, don't stop...aah right there!" He pleaded and begged for that one spot. He loved it, teasing the underside of his cock while simultaneously rubbing the swollen head, it only took seconds.

The way his head falls back against the cushions, letting out a beautiful symphony of strangled moans and desperate cries that rip through his throat with increasing intensity - all perfectly synchronized with the thick white ropes that shot out in strands from below. The warm fluid coated your hand and splashed across his bare, trembling thighs as his hips continued bucked uncontrollably throughout his orgasm.

He panted heavily, chest heaving, as his tense, quivering body finally melted back into the soft embrace of the couch, completely spent after the overwhelming wave of pure ecstasy washed over him.

"Ah...hah...fuck..." He breathed out between ragged gasps, sitting there weak and thoroughly dazed, his hair now disheveled and sticking to his glistening forehead, matted slightly with the light sheen of sweat that had formed at his brow. You loosened your grip and let him go gently, feeling him slowly softening in your hand as the last few aftershocks rippled through him.

His cum coated your hand and you observed the mess he made as he slowly recovered, "Guess you like being called pretty," you teased with a satisfied smirk.

Bucky peeked his eyes open and looked at you, he saw his mess but he didn't comment about it. He was still a little out of breath, but he managed a huff in between. "Shut up..."

I love CW Bucky sm I want to do so many things to him. Anyway I hope you like this thought I needed to write it down real quick. I didn't read over it sooo don't mind that lol.

Thanks for reading <3 -em🌿

[boypied]

BUT YOU'RE MY STEPDAD... *PART 2*

pairings: stepdad!henry cavill x male reader

summary: The build-up of sexual tension comes to an end when your stepdad Henry can't go on ignoring what happened that lustful night anymore.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: SMUT, anal sex, pet names, hair pulling, rough fucking, spitting, cheating.

part one

You loved him. You loved him, and you know you shouldn't have. You couldn't stop thinking about the way his hand caressed your skin that lustful night, the way he instantly knew what spot would have you squirming like a bitch in heat, how you could shoot buckets of cum with just one thrust of his beefy cock. He claimed you, he owned you and then acted like nothing happened that night. Your blood boiled when you heard the bed squeaking and moans coming from their bedroom. She didn't deserve him, You knew deep down that she couldn't satisfy Henry the way you could, the way you did! That bitch never liked you, maybe she realised Henry secretly liked you better or maybe she was just super homophobic but atleast she won't be around this weekend and you get too have Henry all to your self. You made sure to wear all the most revealing outfits for the first day your mother was away, Henry's eyes widened once you graced him with your presence. He was practically salivating at the mouth when you reached up for something from the top shelf and your skirt lifted up to reveal your jockstrap, the one that perfectly cups your ass.

"M-Morning" he chokes out, spitting out some of his coffee. His eyes admiring the way the jockstrap hugs your ass in the utter most perfect way, "morning daddy" you say seductively as you slowly walk over to him he chokes slightly trying to avoid eye contact with you. "Any plans for today?" Henry asks you politely trying to change the subject as you slowly straddle onto his lap wrapping your arms around his neck "I was thinking maybe we could spend today together... connected" you say in a sultry tone. Henry's hands gently grip onto your waist, he bites his lip trying to have some self restrain to not fuck his step-sons brains out again. "We shouldn't." He mutters out softly in a quiet tone before he gets interrupted as you begin to grind your hips down against his clothed cock, "I know you want me.. I see the way you've been eyeing me up" you say in a whisper causing his body to shudder beneath your whisper.

"You think about me, don't you." You whisper in his ear once more, "when you fuck her. You think about me" You say causing his eyes to widen as he's been caught out, he slowly nods his head before you passionately pull his face into a kiss. Feeling his lips smack against yours it really takes you back, his tongue slides on top of yours as he dominates your mouth once more, the atmosphere hornier then before. Henry's grip on your hips tighten as you continue to buck your hips back and forth causing friction against his cock, you break the kiss and bite down on Henry's lower lip tugging on it slightly causing your step-daddy to let out a sultry moan. You slowly climb off his lap and you take his hand pulling him up and making his follow after you upstairs and into your bedroom where it all began originally.

You seductively crawl onto the bed getting in a sexy position where you begin undressing out of everything you have on, Henry watches from afar where he joins in the stripping session where he reveals his muscular hairy body that you love so much, the body that has been in every single one of your jerk off sessions. He crawls on top of you feeling his warmth corrupt your body, your hand travels down his body until it reaches his large hanging cock and balls, "so thick daddy" you whimper out as you wrap your hand around his shaft jerking it slightly 'till it's rock hard.

Henry brings his fingers up to your mouth "open," he commands, which you obliged. He gently pushes his two fingers past your lips and into your wet mouth, his fingers grazing across your tongue as he slides his fingers deeper into your mouth, and they hit the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly "wider" he commands as you open your mouth wider opening your throat as his fingers go deeper causing your eyes to roll back. Henry pulls his soaked fingers out of your mouth as he brings them towards your tight pucker, gently circling them before he begins to push them past the tight ring.

"D-Daddy!" You whimper out as his fingers slide fully inside you, "you like that baby boy?" He coos in your ear as his body lays on top of yours, his fingers curve back and forth probing your sweet spot, causing your body to shudder beneath him. Henry's eyes meet yours as he bites his lip, watching you shake beneath him, "open wide and stick your tongue out," he commands, and you obliged once again as he sees your tongue come out your mouth he spits in your mouth "now swallow" he demands. The taste of his spit had your cock stiffen, your hole tighten and your nipples harden. His musky scent and sweat dripping off his face from how fast his fingers are working is enough to drive you over the edge.

You bite your lip. "p-put it in," you voice in a begging tone, "I thought you'd never ask," he says in a seductive tone before pulling himself away and lining himself up before thrusting in fully giving you no time to adjust to his size, your body just accommodating to him. Henry grips onto your hips, thrusting back and forth. "F-FUCK! I forgot how good you feel." He groans as he bucks his hips back and forth, feeling your hole tighten around his length.

Your eyes follow up his muscular body to meet his face, pure ecstasy on his face as he pumps back and forth into you. Your eyes widen as he wraps his hand around your cock and he begins jerking you quickly bringing you closer and closer to your release, "so much better... then your mother!" Henry groans louder and louder causing a smirk to appear on your face, Henry's thrust become sloppy as he begins to spurt his cum inside your tight hole, "I-IM CUMMING!" You scream out as you shoot your load all over your stomach.

Henry continues to thrust back and forth pushing his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, he pulls himself out and flops down beside you pulling you closer towards him in a snuggle. "You know I love you... right?" He whispers sweetly in your ear, you nod your head feeling his cum seap out the tight ring of your hole "I know." You say pecking his lips snuggling your head into the nook of his neck. He gently strokes your head as you fall asleep. "My boy." he says possessively. He leans over to the side, grabbing his phone to take a picture of them sleeping naked together, making it his home screen, "my boy.." He whispers to himself.

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[casiia]

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 *ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: jake sully x reader x tonowari

genre: smut!

warnings: smutsmutsmutsmutsmut omg! 18+ only, threesome, degradation, lil bit of degradation, use of daddy, v! penetration, back being blown out, throat bulge, belly bulge, crying, a wee bit of breath play, breeding kink LOWK, face fucking, two big beefy incredibly hot men, inaccurate avatar, also unedited cuz i can't be asked, lotta loopholes sorta rushed! maybe i will rewrite this idk. feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

“look at how wet she is” 

jake laughed loudly between your thighs, his fingers pulling your folds apart to show tonowari the way your juices dribbled out of your leaking hole. he teasingly blew a puff of air over your sopping cunt, enjoying the way you writhed under him.

“s’gonna be an easy fit this time” tonowari fist his himself once, watching you spread your legs further at the sight of his hard cock. you whined needily, eyes begging for either of them to touch you – to please you like they always do.

“please- i’ve been such a good girl for my daddies” you grabbed jake’s arm when he made a move to leave, your hips bucking up to his face with desperation. “relax babygirl, m’stayin don’t worry” he nipped at the inside of your thigh before moving to kneel right by your face, tonowari replacing his position between your legs.

“been waiting for this pussy all day” tonowari grunts, guiding the bulbous head of his cock between your slicked folds, pressing his slit against your puffy clit (bars). you hissed loudly, squirming under him at the harsh gesture. 

“don’t act all surprised, you wanted this” jake cooed, playfully pinching at your cheek with a smirk. he sat back on the heels of his feet, fingers nimbly untying his loincloth. you watched his cock spring from their restraints, his length slapping against his abdomen. drool pooled in the bottom of your mouth, hunger overcoming you as he started to jerk himself off, a large bead of precum oozing from his slit and dribbling over his knuckles.

“i’ve had enough” 

yelping in surprise when tonowari roughly pulled you up by the arm, flipping you around so you were on your hands and knees. he placed his hands on the globes on your ass, squeezing gently before traveling to the small of your back. he chuckled lightly, watching you immediately arch your back under his touch, your tail instinctively wrapping around his forearm.

“this is what i’m talking about, fuck you’re gonna look so good with a throatful of my cock” jake shuffles in front of you, tilting his head to the side with a prideful grin. “isn’t that right, pretty girl. y’gonna give me a show while suckin me off?”

“mhm! gonna make sure i look pretty jus’ for you” looking up at him through your thick lashes, you smiled sweetly. “that’s what i like to hear” jake wrapped his long fingers around the base of his cock, slapping himself against your cheek. his ears twitching at the erotic sounds of wet skin to skin, a condescending smirk playing on his lips as he smeared his precum all over your pretty features.

“just for him?” tonowari rubs your hip soothingly before he sharply smacks your ass, a bright red blossoming over your blue skin. you squeal in surprise, turning your head to look at him. “didn’t mean it of course, i look pretty for you too”

“aw, you didn’t mean it? babygirl you hurt my feelings” jake teased you, grasping your jaw to turn you back towards him. you stammered in his hold, not knowing what to say. “i’ll forgive you, make it up to me with that pretty little mouth of yours.” 

opening your mouth to reply, you fluttered your eyes shut with a moan when tonowari pressed his tip into your hole. his hold on your hips tightening as he pushed his aching cock deeper into your inviting cunt. hot and pulsating around him, he dropped his head with a groan as you clenched around him. his slicked balls thumping at your folds while he rolled his hips against yours, his tip kissing at your cervix.

“shit. she’s so tight” tonowari presses down on the small of your back with one hand, humming approvingly as you arched further for him. he eyed the bulge in your belly with pride as he waited for you to adjust to his size, your hips rocking back against his with a needy mewl.

“don’t leave me out, open up for me baby” jake taps at your lips with his angry red tip, his eyes wide with demand. obediently obeying like the good girl you were, you parted your lips for him, taking the tip of his cock with ease. “nuh uh, daddy’s impatient. can’t wait tonight, take all of it.” jake tangles his fingers into the locks of your hair, watching your lips stretched around his girth as he pushed himself down your throat. 

you gurgle out a whine, saliva pooling out of your mouth and onto his balls, as he forced all of his cock down your throat. you squeezed one of your eyes shut, your nose bumping against his pelvis as he held you there. your throat bulged with the imprint of his cock, your face turning purple from the lack of oxygen. “lookin so good with my cock down ya pretty throat, you like chokin on my dick?” jake grunts, feeling you swallow around him. he liked the way your eyes clouded with tears, the way you looked at him with such ergency when you needed to breathe.

“she’s turning purple, jake.” tonowari warned, rocking his hips against yours with a low grunts, his pace slow but hard. you moaned around jake’s girth with every thrust, his tip nudging at a spongy spot deep within your core. 

“mm’ she likes it there, our princess is a moaning mess” jake tantalized, roughly pulling you off his cock. you gasped for air, your chest heaving heavily as you blinked away the dark spots that started to blur your vision. “i love it! i love it s’much, daddies.” 

“yea i can tell” tonowari laughs at you as he pistons into your slippery cunt, his pace no longer fast and deep. he fucked into you with no remorse, using all of his weight. he let a loud moan slip, your pulsating walls beating around his twitching cock. 

with uneven whines of pleasure, you stuck your tongue out to lick up jake’s length. slobbering messily, you smeared a mixture of precum and spit all over your chin. “dirty girl, c’mon daddy’s been waitin” jake bucked against your lips, need and desire swarming in his voice and eyes.

“well since you asked so nicely” you welcomed him into your mouth once again,  kitten licking at his slit before swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip. jake threw his head back with a moan, staring at your hollowed cheeks. the vibrations of your sounds of pleasure sending a wave of chills up his spine. he shook his head with a hearty sigh, thrusting into your mouth. “m’sorry, pretty girl. i know.” with his balls slapping against your chin, you shakily inhaled through your nose, your throat tightening around him as a gag arose from your stomach.

“quit clenchin, girl. m’gonna cum, i can feel it. want me to fill you up, give you a baby? you’d be such a pretty mommy.” tonowari sighs, ramming into you. reaching down between your legs, he pressed down on your lower tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock as he fucked you. “right here, pretty. m’gonna put my baby inside.”

mewling around jake’s cock in an attempt to reply, feeling so full when he pressed at your stomach, you couldn’t stop the hard orgasm that washed over you, brain going blank with shaky legs. “jake, she’s cummin all over my cock” tonowari boasted with a grin, looking down at where you and him connected; your slick shining his balls and slathered all over his thick thighs. 

not forgotten, jake gripped your head with both of his hands, frantically thrusting into your mouth as he pursued his own orgasm. retracting his hips quickly, he groaned loudly pumping his length, watching thick ropes of his white cum spurt onto your face. you closed your eyes with a scrunched face, his hot semen dripping down your forehead. “she looks so fuckin hot. fuck a baby, she looks so much prettier covered in our cum” jake pants, catching his breath as his high slowly came down. “just love being covered in our sticky cum, ain’t that right you slut?” 

babbling incoherently as tonowari continued to slam into you, chasing his own release, you reached out in front of you grabbing at jake’s hand. “please, please! wan’ it so bad.” you lovingly blinked up at jake with lust filled eyes, he wiped your brow with a chuckle, making sure none of his cum got in your eyes. 

“fuck.” was all tonowari grunted as he pulled out of your tight cunt, his cock spewing globs on his cum onto your back. he dropped his head, breathing heavily, stroking himself to milk more semen from his  quivering balls.

“hm. white is a good color on you”

[vampcubus]

That post about big men whining makes me think about edging Goku until he’s a sweaty and flustered mess. Just watching him tremble and glare at you for being “So mean!”. Maybe you’ll be nice and let him cum, maybe you’ll make him beg some more. Either way, it’s a win win for you!

YOU GET ME!! 😩 i didn't mean to make a thirst out of this but djhasdkjfsad

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!goku, dom!reader (no pronouns or anatomy mentioned), edging, subby saiyans >>>

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 : 0.6k+

Goku isn't the most well-behaved sub by any means, so you almost have to edge him just to get him to take you seriously. There's nothing that makes him whiny quite like being denied pleasure does. Just imagine this beefy Saiyan whimpering into your neck, hot breaths tickling your throat as you tease him with featherlight touches, only sparing him two fingers to stroke the length of him. His cock is flushed so red it's almost purple, leaking heaps of pre and twitching at every scrap of friction you give him.

For once, Goku dares not to buck his hips, lest he'd like you to stop entirely. He was finally beginning to learn, you mused, all too satisfied with his gruff whines so close to your ear. "Y/nnn, c'monnn."

"Hm? Something wrong, baby?" You hum, feigning innocence. Even an airhead like Goku could see through such a farce.

"Wanna cum. Why're ya bein' so mean to me?" The Saiyan huffs, thick fingers clenching in the fabric of your shirt. His bulging thighs tremble with the effort to remain still, to be good like you asked. But your hand is so soft, and feels so good against his cock, he just needs more of it. Your thumb scrubs over the sensitive head, and his whole body jerks.

His tongue licks over his top teeth, eyes rolling back as your hand captures him fully, pumping him from base to tip with a firm grip. He pants against your neck with increasing frequency, thighs squirming inward and shivering. A telltale sign that he was frighteningly close, and just as he approaches the point of no return, you release his cock, letting it slap noisily against his tummy. Goku whines loud and long, a frustrated sigh following as his thick brows pinch.

"Nooo, no please don't stop. Fuck!" His hips thrust into the air, chasing a stimulation that was no longer there. His cock twitches angrily, hips still fucking the air for a few moments longer before he flattens out with an annoyed huff. "I was really close that time."

His dejected tone only makes you giggle and he pulls away from your neck just to give you the stink eye.

"Aww, my poor baby. That was pretty mean of me, huh?" You tease, and he nods despite the lack of sympathy in your tone. The tall Saiyan sits up and then crawls on top of you to straddle your hips, cock twitching against your tummy adorably. Your size difference makes it look a bit funny, but you hardly care, especially when you see just how flushed his face has become.

You rest your hands on his thighs, stroking up and down the toned muscle. His large hand snatches one of yours, guiding it from his thigh back to his cock. You let him wrap your hand around it, pleased by the way his eyes go all glossy at the feeling. You slide a hand down to fondle his heavy balls and your mouth falls open at how big and swollen they've gotten, no doubt a result of your torturous edging. He was ready to burst, you could feel it. He humps into your fist when you make no move to start up again, and you only tut.

"Hmm, well I suppose you've been good enough, haven't you? What do you think, d'you think you deserve to cum?" You hardly get the question out before he's nodding frantically.

"Uh huh, I've been good. So stop teasin' me already... please? please I just wanna cum," Goku begs, mouth falling open when you squeeze his balls and start stroking his cock again, not even scolding him as he fucks into your grasp.

"I'll be good," he babbles and you only coo at him.

"Go on then, show me how good you can be n cum loads for me."

And boy did he. All over your shirt... oh well, you supposed he earned it.

[stillfoodforguys]

I don’t know what it is about me that made me such a magnet for predators. But I’d somehow formed my main friendship group with three tall, stocky, dominant guys who had all swallowed me for their amusement multiple times. I always figured it was safe to keep them around since they all released me each time, but I was unaware of their secret plan to work together and use me for one final night of enjoyment.

The group of us arranged a lads holiday that had been great fun so far. During the day the preds would tan their beefy bodies at the beach, always followed by a wild night touring the local bars and filling their bellies with beer. Often one of them would get drunk enough to tease me about getting eaten right there in the street, having to be pulled away by the other two before his drooling mouth could wrap itself all the way over my head.

As if I hadn’t already spent enough time staring down someone’s throat while we were here, the time finally came to unleash their plan when we arrived back at our hotel room on the last night. Surrounded by the three massive men, I was pinned between their soft, fat bellies and commanded to pick one of them to swallow me. They all smiled and licked their lips as they looked down at my flustered face, and once I made my choice my head was quick to be engulfed in darkness by the lucky guy.

Unable to control himself, the first pred wasted no time devouring me, the action of his powerful throat muscles making me whimper as they painfully clenched my body and worked it down towards his stomach. Usually it was quite a pleasant experience, but I guess I’d never seen what a truly hungry beast like him could achieve if he was desperate enough. He collapsed on the sofa behind him after gulping down my feet, panting and groaning at the strain exerted on his stomach after it expanded so suddenly.

Fortunately for him, the other men were prepared to offer him some soothing service, having his nipples sucked by one while the other made out with him and stroked his throbbing cock. Combined with the feeling of my body swirling inside him as I tried to reposition myself, his uncomfortable groaning turned to blissful moaning. He found so much pleasure in everyone’s worship that he soon shot his load over his huge gut, which gradually trickled down and pooled in his navel while he relaxed.

Once he was feeling up to the task, he pressed his belly inwards and forced me back up through his throat. I was kindly brought to the shower by a second of my friends, who was clearly planning to have some fun of his own. Under the pretence of helping me clean off, his hands wandered around my wet, naked body while he hugged me from behind. I could feel his breath on my neck while he massaged my chest and rubbed my crotch, all the while teasing me by slipping his long, hard member up and down between my ass cheeks.

Instead of fucking me like I was dying for him to do, he spun me around and took hold of my hands, guiding them into his mouth where his tongue could softly play with them before he swallowed them. He was a little more patient than the previous guy, pausing to lick and taste each part of my body before taking his next gulp. His body was also much warmer with the steamy shower running over his belly, the heat growing stronger as I travelled deeper inside him and reaching unbearable levels by the time I was fully sealed inside his stomach.

While I attempted to get more comfortable in this guy’s gut than the last one, he revealed to me that the remaining predator had a cruel plan to devour me permanently. I was promised that if I squirmed for my current captor, he would keep me safely inside him until we returned home. Driven by the fear of becoming an actual meal for someone after all these years, I followed his instructions and gave him an internal massage to enjoy while he jerked off. I could feel his body tense up once his orgasm finally hit, screaming out with joy as thick ropes of cum pumped out of him and landed across the tiled ground.

I hoped that I could finally get some peace, settling down as I felt the slimy walls surrounding me relax for a moment. But unfortunately, I had fallen for a nasty trick that used up all the energy that might have helped me escape my upcoming fate. I was thrown up out of his stomach and dumped onto the bathroom floor, the satisfied bully laughing as he left the room and falsely wished me luck with my third and final experience.

I crept across the hall to try and grab my clothes, hoping to flee the hotel and find some way of making it home safely. I barely made it a few steps before I froze in fear, noticing the shadow cast by the large, imposing figure of the man who was waiting behind the door to ambush me. The third of my friends tackled me to the ground, drooling profusely due to the deep hunger that had built up inside him while he waited for his turn.

He slobbered all over my feet as he brought them up to his face, inserting them gradually into his gaping maw so that he could savour every tiny detail of my taste. It was the slowest and most sickening ordeal I had faced yet, being forced to submit to an almost endless bout of grunting and gulping as this ravenous beast of a man consumed me, knowing full well that I didn’t have the power to escape from him. As his tongue slathered the entire surface of my body with saliva, he would take his time to let it absorb my flavour before slurping it down his throat alongside the next portion of his delicious, meaty meal.

After subjecting me to about ten minutes of this torture, it finally reached the point where his lips were around my neck, lightly choking me before he took his final gulp. My last glimpse of the outside world was stolen from me as my head sank into the darkness of his throat, eventually resting inside his swollen stomach with the rest of me. With a victorious belch, he wandered back towards his other friends and sat between them on the sofa, raising his arms for both men to shuffle in closely.

With their heads shoved beneath his musky pits and their hands all over his stuffed belly, the apex predator of the group digested me for good while I lay tired and motionless deep inside him. His cock leaked as he revelled in the hands-free pleasure of being worshipped while feeling full and satisfied, looking forward to finding some new prey to befriend in future and do this all over again.

[random-thot-generator]

Soap x Fem reader

Johnny is a panty thief and you're determined to prove it

cw: non con- reader spies on Soap, panty kink, masturbation- m and f

mdni banner: @cafekitsune arrow divider: @saradika-graphics

You don't notice it at first, when your knickers go missing. Things are such a mess after your new roomie Johnny moves in. Dirty clothes get jumbled together in the hamper, his gym shorts somehow end up in your laundry, your T-shirts turn up stuffed in one of his drawers. You shrug it off, figuring if he finds your knickers mixed in with his clothes, he'll return them like he does everything else.

They never turn up again, though.

After several months pass, you begin to notice a pattern. While Johnny's deployed, not a single pair of panties get lost. It's only when he's home on leave that your knickers start to go missing again. Doesn't matter if they're your sexiest pair of lacy thongs or the stained cotton granny panties you wear during your period, eventually they all disappear, never to be seen again.

Johnny swears he has no idea what's happened to them. He jokes that the laundry monster that eats his socks must have got a taste for your knickers too, then laughs, throwing a beefy arm over your shoulders.

"Dinnae worry, bon. I'll take ye t'buy more. My treat."

It gets to the point that you end up having to go to work commando one morning. That does it for you. Enough is enough, you decide.

Not sure how to handle the situation, you complain to your friends about it, asking them what you should do.

"Get a nanny cam," one of them suggests. "Put it in your room, and when he comes in to steal your knickers again, you'll catch him at it on video. No way he can deny it then, the cheeky perv."

So, that's just what you do. You feel like a proper spy, setting up the tiny camera on your bookshelf, making sure the angle is just right to capture a good view of your dirty clothes basket in the corner by your bed. You even shuck off the knickers you're wearing and leave them lying on top of your dirty clothes as bait.

You act like it's business as usual when you leave for work the next morning, accepting the travel mug of coffee Johnny gives you, along with one of his wet cheek smooches.

"'Ave a good day, bon. I'll order us a takeaway t'night, aye?"

You nod and say goodbye with a sweet-as-pie smile as you slip out the door. He doesn't see the wicked glint in your eye as you turn to leave.

It's around ten that morning that curiosity finally gets the best of you, so you hurry off to the loo with your phone and lock yourself in a stall. With bated breath you open up the nanny cam app to review the last few hours of recorded footage. What you see leaves you hot and flustered.

About a half hour after you leave, Johnny comes into your room and goes straight to your clothes basket. He hooks your dirty knickers out of the basket with his finger, then wads them up in his hand before shoving his nose in them. You can see his chest expanding with each deep inhale, a sight that has you squirming on the toilet seat.

Christ, he's really getting off on sniffing your panties, reaching down to squeeze the prominent bulge in his sweat pants. Your mouth drops open when he pulls himself out, tinny grunts and groans coming through your phone speakers as he proceeds to give himself a nice, slow handy.

You feel like you're on fire, burning up from the inside out as you watch him stroke his drooling cock. It's lewd and filthy but you can't look away. Starting to sweat, breaths getting shallow, you worm a hand down the front of your pants and begin toying with your tacky clit. Just a few minutes into the video and you're already slick and needy.

You have to choke back a moan when he falls back on your bed, one hand holding your panties to his nose while he jerks himself off with the other. The camera angle gives you the perfect view of his heaving chest, the flex of corded muscle in his forearm as his fist shuttles over his leaking cock. The fapping noises are barely audible, but your straining ears catch the soft, wet sounds, the frantic staccato beat leaving you panting through your parted lips.

He's almost there and so are you, thighs clenching around your stiff, circling fingers. His hips rutting, he finally brings his other hand down, fucking his cock into your balled-up knickers until he gives one final hard thrust and climaxes while groaning your name.

You come instantly, nearly dropping your phone it hits you so hard. Hips bucking, your knees clamp together and draw up towards your chest, a high whine filtering through your clenched teeth. You've never come so hard in your life.

Now slumped on the toilet, you come down from your orgasm while watching Johnny come down from his. He lies there panting, his body lax and sated, splayed out on your rumpled comforter. He looks damn good lying in your bed.

You actually titter out a little giggle when he grimaces at the mess he made in your knickers. He looks bloody adorable, all flushed and shame-faced as he tucks himself away. Scooting off your bed, he shoves your ruined knickers in his pocket, then straightens the bed and slinks out of your room.

Well, now you know what happened to all your knickers. Jesus, that was the hottest thing you've ever seen, but now you're not sure what to do about it. You toddle back to your desk on shaky legs, your thoughts on Johnny for the rest of the day.

You decide not to confront Johnny when you get home that evening. In fact, you don't mention it to him at all. As for your disappearing knickers, you don't bring them up anymore, either. You just ask Johnny to take you shopping when you start to run low.

And when you finally 'accidentally' catch him in the act a few weeks later, you give him something better to wrap around his cock than your knickers.

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[just-some-random-blogger]

ME TRYNA GIVE YOUR FIC ALL THE HEARTS IN THE FUCKING WORLD

WHAT THE FUCK ALLLIEEEE WHAT THE FUCK

Unfortunately I have to requote your entire fic back to you I'm so sorry

“Quit squirming or I’m going to turn this constellation into a penis,” you griped, lifting your machine from Sirius’ leg.

HOW COULD YOU START YOUR FIC LIKE THIS????? HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUNNY AND WITTY AND ENDEARING AND WELL-WRITTEN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU 😭😭😭😭😭😭🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚

“Sadist,” he hissed.

🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦 SO WHAT????

“Said the masochist that paid me to stab him a million times.”

EAT HIM UP. ALLIE ARE YOU CONVERTING ME INTO A SIRIUS GIRLIE????? I FEAR I FEAR HIM COS GART OLDMAN WAS SO SCARY TO ME IN THE FILMS I FEAR I FEAR I FEAR THE CHILD IN ME CAN SEE HIM IN MY MINDS EYES BUT THE WOMAN IN ME IS LIKE 🤪 I LIKE SCARY MEN NOW THO?????? AHHAHAHAHAAHNSIDDNNCJDKKD

He glanced down at you. “Are you flirting with me?”

🗣️AND🗣️WHAT🗣️IF🗣️I🗣️AM🗣️ 👏AND👏WHAT👏IF👏I👏AM👏 PUNK ASS LOSER WHAT THEN

Just then, the bell on the front door or you shop chimed. A tall man with sandy hair, dressed in jeans and thick sweater stood in the foyer, looking around at the art and plants strewn about. Given your profession, you immediately noticed his lack of tattoos, and the scars marring his hands and neck, one even stretching from his sharp jaw towards his nose.

Das my ride yall

“Moony!” Sirius called, jerking his leg and nearly inking himself.

YOU MEAN MY HUSBAND 🤬🤬 GET IT RIGHT BLACK ITS FIRST NAME MY LAST NAME HUSBAND. YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ALSO STOP FUCKING MOVING YOU LARVA YOU WORM

Then, his eyes flicked to you, a deep brown and sallow with exhaustion, but his beauty struck you like a blow, the lines of his face coalescing in a way that would make the great painters weep.

[VIOLENTLY SHAKING] I NEED TO WRAP HIM LIKE A BURRITO

Based on the countless stories Sirius had told you in the hours spent on your table, you surmised that this was Remus Lupin, his level-headed, long-suffering schoolmate.

Wrong. That's my chair. My comfy beefy bed. My warm biteable pillow. You fool. You imbecile. You misguided spirit

You sighed and set your machine aside. Clearly, you were taking a break.

😭😭😭😭😭😭🤚 IM CRYING YOU WRITE SO BEAUTIFULLY SO WELL SO AMAZING SO VIVID IM BITING YOUR BRAIN NOM NOM NOM

“Remus, this is y/n, the architect of my beauty,” Sirius said, gesturing grandly in your direction.

Sigh. Fine. Smash. Give me Sirius right now. I'm gonna eat him up

HO IS YOU A POET WHY YOU SPEAK LIKE THAT

“Well, then there’s no where to go but up,” he said with a cheeky wink, and your heart damn near leaped out of your mouth.

🤞 hoping it's up

“Moony wants to know if you can tattoo over scars,” Sirius said, earning a glare from Remus.

With my thighs????? I thought you'd never ask

“Really. I’ve tattooed over dozens of scars, cover-ups, or decorations. I’d love to work with you.” Merlin, did you just say that out loud? You needed to get it together; you were a professional.

WRONG YOU SHOULD HAVE JUMPED HIS BONES THE MOMENT YOW SAW HIM. WEAK PIECE OF SHIT 👎👎👎👎🍅🍅🍅🍅

“AHH YOU WITCH!” Sirius wailed.

🤨 says the witch?

“Bloody hell, I knew you two would get along. You’ve got twin scowls,” Sirius chuckled, leaning back against the table with his hands behind his head.

The fact you didn't do this sooner is criminal

“You’re really good,” he murmured, close enough that you could smell the wool of his sweater, the lingering notes of cinnamon and tea from his cologne. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, Rem,”

❓❓❓❓❓ REM YOU JUST MET AND YOURE CALLING HIM REMMMMMMM SKSKSKKSKJSKSJSJSJSBSHSBSBSISKKSSK 🫡🫡🫡🫡 RIZZLER I FEAR

He was like an anxious thundercloud, tense and unsteady, and it made your chest tight with empathy.

AN ANXIOUS THUNDERCLOUD IS CRAZY WHAT RHE FUCK

He sat down, coiled in on himself despite his long limbs. Like he was afraid to take up too much space.

HES SO

“It's just—” he sighed, lifting his arm. He started to roll up his shirt sleeve, dexterous fingers folding the fabric neatly over itself, revealing inch after inch of his forearm. Lightly tanned and taut with lean muscle, veins tangling with the map of scars littering his skin.

Lick. ((I am nothing but a dog))

You tried to stay neutral, but you were practically salivating. He was so beautiful.

YOU AND ME BOTH SISTER IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF ME ENCLOSURE 👹👹👹👹🤤🤤🤤🤤🫠🫠🫠🫠

Remus’ profile floated into your minds eye, sorrowful and striking, and your pen started to move of it’s own accord. His expression came to life under your hand, with long lashes and a crooked nose and that jagged scar.

🫵I🫵KNOW🫵WHAT🫵YOU🫵ARE🫵SIMMMPPPPP🫵

“Whatever you say, love,” he murmured, getting comfortable. Entirely oblivious to the way the petname made your thoughts turn to static.

“No wonder Sirius like this so much,” he said, tracing your face with his eyes. “Watching you work is fascinating.”

Sirius is also in love with me 😞 it's hard being THAT gworl 😣

“That does sound like Sirius,” he chuckled. “I like your focused face much more than that scowl.”

Sit on it. HUH WHO SAID THAT (me)

“Charming? Sweet? Clever?” You asked, glancing up at him. “Sirius talks about you like you hung the moon.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫SHE GETS ME YOU TELL HIM GIRLIE RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

You shrugged. “I figured you’d tell me if you felt comfortable. I’m not here to pry, just help.”

We love an emotionally intelligent girlie

Before leaving, he placed another appointment on your books for the following week, this time asking for a tree along the back of his calf, the roots spreading across the scaring he had there.

I dont remember what I wanted to say but I bet it was something inappropriate 🫦

Your sketchbook was filling with sketches of him, like you mind needed a place to spill your overflowing thoughts of him. With him, it was like every sound was heightened, every movement sharper, the very colors in the room more vibrant. Overwhelming in the best way.

🫵 SIMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPP

He huffed a laugh, seeming a bit shy himself. “Yes ma’am.” In a fluid motion, he hooked his fingers under his sweater and tugged it overhead. His chest was tanned and lined with lean muscle, the kind built outdoors, not in the gym. The scaring was worse, deeper gauges in softer flesh, but you barely registered it, too busy staring at the half-healed red slash across his ribs.

😰😰😰😰😰😨😨😨😨😳😳😳😳😃😃😃🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 SLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

You were already starting to gather that Remus was…different. And you'd only met one other person with scars that matched his, and they also always cancelled around the full moon.

We got blue's clues up in here

Remus seemed to pick up on your dilemma and slowly spread his knees, allowing you to step between them. The heat of his body was intense, drawing you closer, but you swallowed your impulse, trying to focus instead on the moon and constellations you were mapping out.

🫵 WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

“You smell nice,” he hummed, close enough that you felt his breath tickle the hair around your ear.

Eat me then 🙄

“Y’know, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I—I missed you the last two weeks.” Remus’ voice was low, just above a whisper, resonant like a drum in his chest. You wanted to wrap it around you like a blanket.

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHOULDNT SAY THIS YOU BUFFOON YOU ABSOLUTE CANDLESTICK YOU NINNYHAMER YOU JOBBERNOWL

“Brilliant. I love them, and they’re very effective.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you and Remus rolled your eyes.

BROTHER EUGH WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE VERY EFFECTIVE

James lifted his shirt, revealing a peak of his washboard abs, framed by a pair of sprawling antlers across his hip bones. You leaned a bit closer, checking for any faded spots or ink spreading.

FUCKING hell

Was he…jealous?

HE BETTER FUCKING BE

“Would you ever get a tattoo like that?” You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes.

LICKING HIM SO MUCH

You met his eyes. “You should give me a little more credit, Moony.”

She really said

And I respect her for it. She a bsddie

“It's risky, y’know, to flirt with your tattoo artist,” you murmured, grazing your fingers over the mostly healed goldenrod tattoo. “You've got a permanent reminder of me.”

She's so smart I love her I will shove my tongue down her throat. So hot. She is me. Holy shit am I a narcissist

He smirked, his hand sliding into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Well, the thing about werewolves…” he was so close, warm breath fanning across your lips. “We're a possessive sort, territorial. So having your mark on my skin…” he sighed, eyes dark with desire. “I'm finding it hard to hold myself back.”

WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT IS STOPPING YOU COS IT AINT FUCKING ME

Remus surged forward, lips colliding in a heady, toe-curling kiss. You immediately gave into him, his tongue caressing the seam of your mouth, dipping past your lips to taste you, claim you.

“Be gentle with me,” he grated, kissing along your cheek, down towards your throat. He craned your head back, grazing his teeth along your pulse, and you shivered. “I’m trying to savor this, not devour you.”

I CAN BE GENTLE BUT DONT GET IT TWISTED IVE BEEN TRYNA DEVOUR YOU THE MOMENT YOU WALKED IN FUCKER 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

“Patience, dove,” he chastised affectionately, lifting his head. “Just be good for me, yeah? You’ll get what you want.”

Your brain emptied. Seeing this dominant side of Remus had you folding like origami. You nodded, letting him drag you in for another languid, bone-melting kiss.

✍️ FOLDED✍️LIKE✍️ORIGAMI✍️ IM CRYINGGGGGGG WHAT THE FUCKKKK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 IM GOING TO CREAM MY PANTS ON HOW GOOD IT IS

“Tell me if you want me stop,” he said, shifting to kiss around your navel.

THE DAY I TELL YOU TO STOP THEY NEED TO PUT ME DOWN

“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” you pleaded, and he smiled against your hip before sucking the skin between his teeth, biting at your flesh just hard enough you make you keen.

🫠😃🤓🫨🤪😣😫👹 IM FINE THIS IS FINE. SHE PASSED THE TEST THAT IS THE ONLY CORRECT RESPONSE

The table shifted, rocking back a bit, and you looked past Remus' hair tangled in your fingers to his body. He was rocking his hips against the edge of the table, so turned on by the act of eating you out that he needed some relief.

IM GONNA GET PREGNANT IF YOU DONT STOP

“Rem, baby,” you whined, the sight dragging you that much closer to release. He glanced up at you, his eyes glazed and pussydrunk, and he whimpered against you.

I'm legally obligated to say I feel so bad for Britney I nearly use this gif but I don't like using people I don't kin as meme reactions and I love women so #freebritney

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, withdrawing his fingers to lap directly from you, savoring every drop of his efforts. “That's it, love. Relax f’me.” He brought you back to earth with his tongue, long, languid licks and kisses around your trembling center, across your inner thigh slung over his shoulder.

Little did he know I would give him 10000000000 babies. Fucking hell I need a blunt (don't smoke)

He made his way up your body, catching your words in a messy, top-lip kiss. “Got your mark all over me now, dove,” he purred, pecking your cheek with a cheeky grin.

HES INSANE ACTUALLY OK THX

“I’m, ah, a bit embarrassed to say that I did.” He straightened with a sheepish smile, revealing the dark spot leaking through his jeans.

YOU DONT EVEN KNOW YOU DONT EVEN KNOW YOU DONT EVEN KNOW

I WANT HIM SO BAD I WANT HIM SO BAD

HI ALLIE CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR 1000 FOLLOWERS I THINK ABSOLUTELY DESERVED BECAUSE YOUR WORK IS INCREDIBLE YOU ATE THAT UP SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYY

I............ I have never submitted a request, unless I was explicitly asked by the writer because ksjdjdjjjsjsj ME ASKING FOR SOMETHING?????? SNSJSJSJ ANYWAY I was like it should be fine because it's for your celebration SOOO hear me out. Remus Lupin ? IM GOING THRU A REMUS THING ? 1000 scars/1000 glances???? WHICHEVER IS FINE YOURE GONNA EAT WITH THAT

WEE OK BYE I LOVE YOU BYE

xxx

ilysm and I hope this only deepens your Remus fixation 🫶🏻 thank you so much for all of your love and support, I genuinely get excited when I see you pop up in my feed or notifs. my favorite hanni 🤍

1000 inked scars | R.L.

feat. Remus Lupin x tattooartist!reader

cw: mdni 18+, possessive!Remus, marking kink, oral (fem receiving), tattoo needles and tattooing, mentions of injury and scars, probably inaccurate representation of tattooing in the 70's, no war

1000 things prompt list (closes feb 1!) | masterlist

“Quit squirming or I’m going to turn this constellation into a penis,” you griped, lifting your machine from Sirius’ leg.

“Maybe if you didn’t handle that gun like a cudgel—”

You slapped his fresh tattoo and he yelped. “Pull yourself together, Black. You’re almost done.”

He groaned, slumping back onto the table with his arms slung over his head. “Sadist,” he hissed.

You resumed your tattooing, packing black ink to the map of stars. “Said the masochist that paid me to stab him a million times.”

He glanced down at you. “Are you flirting with me?”

You glared up at him.

Just then, the bell on the front door or you shop chimed. A tall man with sandy hair, dressed in jeans and thick sweater stood in the foyer, looking around at the art and plants strewn about. Given your profession, you immediately noticed his lack of tattoos, and the scars marring his hands and neck, one even stretching from his sharp jaw towards his nose.

“Moony!” Sirius called, jerking his leg and nearly inking himself.

“Sirius,” you bit, but he was already out of the chair.

“What’s—uh, what’s up, Pads?” the stranger, Moony?, said, glancing down at Sirius’ rolled up pant leg and the nearly finished tattoo on his calf. Then, his eyes flicked to you, a deep brown and sallow with exhaustion, but his beauty struck you like a blow, the lines of his face coalescing in a way that would make the great painters weep.

Based on the countless stories Sirius had told you in the hours spent on your table, you surmised that this was Remus Lupin, his level-headed, long-suffering schoolmate.

“I wanted you to meet my friend!” Sirius grabbed his by the elbow and dragged him towards your station.

You sighed and set your machine aside. Clearly, you were taking a break.

“Remus, this is y/n, the architect of my beauty,” Sirius said, gesturing grandly in your direction.

You slid off one of your gloves and extended it to Remus. “Pleasure. I’ve heard loads about you.”

“Oh?” Remus asked, shaking your hand with a light touch, his skin warm and a bit rough. “Terrible things, I wager?”

“The worst,” you chuckled, and the corner of his mouth twitched up into a half-smile.

“Well, then there’s no where to go but up,” he said with a cheeky wink, and your heart damn near leaped out of your mouth.

“I asked Moony to come hang out for the last bit of the tattoo so he could pick your brain,” Sirius said, hopping back up onto the table.

“Sirius—”

“Pick my brain about what?” You asked, pulling up a chair for Remus and sitting back onto your stool, putting on a fresh pair of gloves.

“I, uh—”

“Moony wants to know if you can tattoo over scars,” Sirius said, earning a glare from Remus.

“Absolutely!” you chirped, hoping to dispel Remus’ clear discomfort. “Just takes a few extra passes, but it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Remus gave you a small, grateful smile. “Really?”

“Really. I’ve tattooed over dozens of scars, cover-ups, or decorations. I’d love to work with you.” Merlin, did you just say that out loud? You needed to get it together; you were a professional.

“See, Moons? I told you!” Sirius propped his leg back up, and you fired up the machine. “And it doesn’t even hurt.”

You lowered the machine back to his leg, taking a few quick warm up strokes.

“AHH YOU WITCH!” Sirius wailed. You and Remus both jumped at his shouting, but he quickly dissolved into laughter. “Bloody hell, I knew you two would get along. You’ve got twin scowls,” Sirius chuckled, leaning back against the table with his hands behind his head.

You glanced at Remus, and he looked back at you. A flicker of connection flared between you, and heat rose in your cheeks. Quickly, you looked away, turning your attention back to Sirius’ tattoo.

“So, what are you thinking you want to get, Rem?” Sirius asked after a few moments of quiet, the buzzing of the machine filling the air.

Remus shrugged. “Hadn’t really thought about it. Just wanted to do…something.”

“Well, if you want, we can try and cover any up. But I find that people really get more out of going the decorative route,” you supplied, looking at Remus while you picked up more ink. “I can hand draw a few designs that flow with the scar, turn it into an art piece itself.”

Remus was quiet for a moment, contemplative, and Sirius gave you a knowing smile. “I think I might like that, yeah,” Remus said, his voice soft, almost awestruck. Like he’d never ever considered the possibility before.

As a tattoo artist, you were intimately aware of how much a person’s skin could impact their well being, scars in particular weighed heavily on many people’s spirit. Remus, it seemed, was no exception.

Sirius guided the conversation in another direction, giving Remus a chance to process the implications of what you offered, and you finished the tattoo half-an-hour later. While you were wiping it down, Remus hovered over you, looking down at the piece.

“You’re really good,” he murmured, close enough that you could smell the wool of his sweater, the lingering notes of cinnamon and tea from his cologne. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks, Rem,” you said, smiling up at him, and he smiled back, a flush creeping up his neck before he hurriedly stepped away.

You patched up Sirius and sent the boys on their way, an appointment for Remus on the books for the following week. All he’d given you to work with was placement, his forearm, and that he wanted something natural, like a plant.

Having no more appointments for the evening, you folded yourself into your studio couch with your sketchbook. You sketched a few things, lavender and roses and chamomile, but your fingers itched to draw something else. Remus’ profile floated into your minds eye, sorrowful and striking, and your pen started to move of it’s own accord. His expression came to life under your hand, with long lashes and a crooked nose and that jagged scar.

You clapped your sketchbook shut, sitting back with a sigh.

Next week couldn’t come quickly enough.

You paced around your shop, pouring over your sketch for Remus. You wanted it to be perfect for him, lest you scare him off a tattooing forever.

The door chimes, startling you out of your concentration, and Remus strode in, carrying a tray of drinks and a paper bag

“Morning!” You chirped, hugging your sketchbook to your chest.

“Morning,” he said, passing you one of the cups. “I asked Sirius what you liked, so if it's awful, blame him.”

Butterflies fluttered to life in your stomach. It wasn't unusual for clients to bring you coffee and food, but with Remus it felt…different.

“Oh! You didn't have to do that. Thank you, Remus,” you said, taking a sip. It was your favorite drink, and it's familiar warmth settled some of your nerves.

He gave you a small smile, but you could tell he was nervous. He set the bag on your desk. “I also brought some pastries. Sirius mentioned you like chocolate?”

“I love chocolate.” You beamed. “Come on in, we can sit over here and go over the design.”

Remus nodded, shirking his coat and following you over to the couch. He was like an anxious thundercloud, tense and unsteady, and it made your chest tight with empathy.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, patting the spot beside you.

He sat down, coiled in on himself despite his long limbs. Like he was afraid to take up too much space. “Ah, fine,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink. Earl gray, from the smell of it.

You arched a brow. “It's okay to be nervous, Rem,” you said. “But it's just us, and nothing is set in ink. If you change your mind, it's totally fine.”

“It's just—” he sighed, lifting his arm. He started to roll up his shirt sleeve, dexterous fingers folding the fabric neatly over itself, revealing inch after inch of his forearm. Lightly tanned and taut with lean muscle, veins tangling with the map of scars littering his skin.

He watched your face, gauging your reaction. You tried to stay neutral, but you were practically salivating. He was so beautiful.

“Are they too bad?” He asked, his voice rough with tension.

You met his brown eyes. “Not at all.” You pulled out your sketchbook, flipping to the page you had ear marked. “And it's perfect for what I sketched up.”

He managed a half-smile, some of the clouds disappearing from his aura, and accepted the sketchbook when you handed it to him. His eyes widened.

“Goldenrod,” you said, shifting closer to look at the sketch over his shoulder. “Used to treat pain.”

Remus traced his finger over the tangle of stems, the delicate florals. “I take it almost everyday,” he murmured, looking over at you, his eyes warm and full of something you couldn't quite place.

“So, what do you think?” You asked, your gazes lingering on one another.

“I think it's perfect,” he said, and you smiled, genuinely thrilled that he liked it.

“Okay, ready for me to start sketching?” You asked, and he nodded. You led him over to your station, already set up and waiting for him, and he hoped up onto the chair,, his long limbs dangling near to the floor. To break the quiet, you put on a muggle record, and Remus seemed to relax a bit, sipping on his tea and watching you putter around through dark lashes.

When you settled onto your stool, ink pen in hand, anxiety bloomed in your stomach. Remus was about to watch you draw on him. You’d drawn on hundreds of clients, but like everything else, with Remus it felt…different.

“It might tickle,” you warned, resting his arm where you wanted it, your fingertips tingling from the contact. “And try to stay very still.”

“Whatever you say, love,” he murmured, getting comfortable. Entirely oblivious to the way the petname made your thoughts turn to static.

You placed your sketchbook just beside his arm and made the first line, a quick stem arching alongside a scar stretching from wrist to elbow. Slowly, line after line, the sketch started to come together, flowing with the natural shape of his forearm and it’s scars. You got lost in the act, sinking into the labor of creating.

It wasn’t until Remus made a soft, approving hum in his throat that you peaked up him, breaking your focus. His eyes were almost sleepy, heavy-lidded and soft and the corners, a smile tugging at his lips.

“No wonder Sirius like this so much,” he said, tracing your face with his eyes. “Watching you work is fascinating.”

Heat roared to your cheeks. “Oh, I don’t—he seems more interested in teasing me than letting me work.”

“That does sound like Sirius,” he chuckled. “I like your focused face much more than that scowl.”

Merlin, what was happening to you? You felt like you could melt into your chair like a pile of pudding. Was he flirting with you? Or does he always talk like a romance book hero?

“How long have you guys known each other?” You asked, changing the subject and ducking back down to your work to hide your expression.

“Decade at least,” Remus said. “We met our first year at Hogwarts. Never thought I’d befriend the Sirius Black, but y’know, stranger things have happened.”

“Why’d you think that?”

Remus shrugged, the muttered a soft apology for moving. “Sirius is…Sirius, and I’m…”

“Charming? Sweet? Clever?” You asked, glancing up at him. “Sirius talks about you like you hung the moon.”

A flush creeped up his neck. “He’s dramatic.”

“And brutally honest,” you said, holding his gaze.

“Can I ask you something?” Now it was his turn to change the subject.

“Of course,” you said, capping your pen and setting it aside.

“Why haven’t you, ah, asked?” He glanced down at his scars, and you know what he was implying.

You shrugged. “I figured you’d tell me if you felt comfortable. I’m not here to pry, just help.”

His eyes flitted over your face, swallowing hard, and it seemed he was at a loss for words.

“Ready for ink?” You asked, giving him as reassuring of a smile as you could muster.

He exhaled, turning his wrist to inspect the design. “Ready.”

The rest of the appointment flew by, with Remus sitting like a stone while you tattooed him for close to four hours. You didn’t speak much, letting the music fill the empty air, but it was a comfortable silence, broken by the occasional question or annecdote. Remus seemed to appreciate being able to relax, and you were happy to give him a safe place for little while. Holding space for what this moment meant to him.

When you were finished, Remus stared at the tattoo in the mirror for a long time, and when he turned back for you to wrap it up, you could see tears collecting on his lower lashes.

"Thank you for this," he said, clearing his throat. "You were--this was amazing."

You knew he meant the art, but still, the praise made your heart glow all the same. "Of course, Remus. I'm glad I got to be the one to do this for you."

Before leaving, he placed another appointment on your books for the following week, this time asking for a tree along the back of his calf, the roots spreading across the scaring he had there.

After Remus’ second and third appointment, you noticed a change in him. He seemed more confident, a little more outspoken. He was coming to life before your eyes, and you were starting to see the fuller picture of the boy Sirius loved so much.

Already, you felt so close to him. Connected. And you were starting to miss him those days in between, his appointment becoming the highlight of your week. Your sketchbook was filling with sketches of him, like you mind needed a place to spill your overflowing thoughts of him. With him, it was like every sound was heightened, every movement sharper, the very colors in the room more vibrant. Overwhelming in the best way.

But then he cancelled your fourth appointment, citing illness, and you didn’t see him for two weeks. It wasn’t until he sent and owl requesting an appointment for this coming Friday that you finally felt like you could breathe.

Sorry again for cancelling. Are you free this Friday? Thinking a moon and stars on my chest, with those gorgeous clouds I saw in your sketchbook. Can’t wait, RL.

When Remus walked into your studio, you had to stop yourself from hugging him, you were so excited to see him. He looked tired, a little dimmer than the last time you saw him, but he greeted you with a warm smile and a bag of pastries, and that was all you needed.

You had him sit up on the table, busying yourself with the station in avoidance of the inevitable. He was going to have to take his shirt off. Your heart was palpitating just thinking about it.

“Alright, Rem. Strip for me,” you said, ripping the metaphorical bandaid off.

He huffed a laugh, seeming a bit shy himself. “Yes ma’am.” In a fluid motion, he hooked his fingers under his sweater and tugged it overhead. His chest was tanned and lined with lean muscle, the kind built outdoors, not in the gym. The scaring was worse, deeper gauges in softer flesh, but you barely registered it, too busy staring at the half-healed red slash across his ribs.

You gasped. “Rem, what happened?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was in a fight club?” He rubbed the back of his head, averting his eyes from yours.

“No, but you don’t have to tell me anything. Just that you’re alright,” you said, unable to mask the warble of concern in your voice. You were already starting to gather that Remus was…different. And you'd only met one other person with scars that matched his, and they also always cancelled around the full moon.

His eyes softened. “I’m alright, dove. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m the only one that gets to gauge you with weapons,” you huffed, grabbing up your sketching marker.

He barked a laugh, head tipping back on his shoulders. “Fair enough. Only you get to wound me permanently from now on.”

“Glad we reached an understanding.” You propped the sketchbook on the table and leaned in to start sketching. Remus sat up as straight as he could, resulting in your head hovering around his clavicle. But, with his long legs, you couldn’t get close enough.

Remus seemed to pick up on your dilemma and slowly spread his knees, allowing you to step between them. The heat of his body was intense, drawing you closer, but you swallowed your impulse, trying to focus instead on the moon and constellations you were mapping out.

As you drew, you started to shift closer, drawn in by the work and his proximity, the clean smell of his skin, until you were practically leaning against him.

“You smell nice,” he hummed, close enough that you felt his breath tickle the hair around your ear.

You nearly dropped the marker, but managed to keep your grip steady. “So do you,” you said, unable to come up with something clever.

“Y’know, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I—I missed you the last two weeks.” Remus’ voice was low, just above a whisper, resonant like a drum in his chest. You wanted to wrap it around you like a blanket.

You looked up at him, lips slightly parted in shock, so close you could brush your nose against his if you moved a hair closer. “You did?” You asked, certain that if pupils could turn into lovehearts, yours would be beaming out of your head like a cartoon.

His hand came up to caress you jaw, tentative and gentle. “Being with you is the best I’ve felt in ages,” he said, tilting your face a little closer to his. “I don’t—”

The bell to your studio rang loudly, and you jumped back from Remus’ hold, nearly tripping over your stool.

“Hey Moony! There’s my favorite artist!” James came plowing through, wrapping you up in a bearhug that squeezed the air from your lungs. “How are you, sweetness?”

“I’m good, Jamie,” you wheezed, and he set you back on your feet.

The boys clasped hands, a quick, almost automatic handshake.

“What are you doing here, Prongs?” Remus asked, trying and failing at not looking irritated.

“Sirius said you were getting some ink today so I figured I’d swing by and have you take a peak at how mine’s healing.”

“James, it’s been like six months. Your antlers healed fine,” you reminded him.

“You did his antlers?” Remus asked, a flicker of something dark passing through his eyes.

You nodded. “Yeah, you didn’t know?”

He shook his head, glancing sidelong at his friend.

“I suppose it might be time for a touch up. Let me see,” you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

James lifted his shirt, revealing a peak of his washboard abs, framed by a pair of sprawling antlers across his hip bones. You leaned a bit closer, checking for any faded spots or ink spreading.

“Looks perfect, Jamie. All good,” you said, sitting back on your stool, mildly impressed with yourself.

“Brilliant. I love them, and they’re very effective.” He waggled his eyebrows, and you and Remus rolled your eyes.

James hung out for another hour, chatting with Remus while you finished the sketch of the tattoo. Your bodies were just as close as before, but with James, you were forced to keep it strictly professional. But the proximity without being allowed to touch was melting your mind, making heat pool in your lower belly. You could feel every breath Remus took, feel the rumble of his voice in your chest, the warmth of his body mingling with yours.

It was maddening, and you could tell Remus was growing more impatient by the second, the muscles around his neck taught with tension, his fingers twitching against his thighs.

At one point, you laughed at one of James’ jokes and swatted at his chest, earning a smile from him. When you glanced back at Remus, his jaw was clenched tight, eyes glaring a hole into the drink in his hands.

Was he…jealous?

He had no right to be, but still, the thought of him being possessive made your heart rate quicken.

Finally, James left, leaving you and Remus alone in the simmering tension you'd built. He watched you closely as you returned to your station, prepping the tattoo machine.

“Would you ever get a tattoo like that?” You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes.

He leaned back on the seat, bracing his hands behind him. Showing off the lean expanse of his torso, the rugged look of him that stood in sharp juxtaposition to his style and personality. “Not sure I could pull it off.”

You scoffed, allowing him to see you peruse his body. “I strongly disagree.”

He chewed on his lower lip, a nervous habit. A flush started to spread across his chest, reaching towards his cheeks. “What would you suggest?” he asked, a sultry edge of his voice.

Unhurried, you stepped back between his legs, letting your fingertips graze along the valleys of his lower abdomen. “Perhaps a snake.” You traced the shape along his skin, his muscles tensing to stop himself from shivering. “Or ferns. Maybe a wolfs jaw—”

“A wolfs jaw?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You met his eyes. “You should give me a little more credit, Moony.”

He blinked at you, clearly taken aback that you knew his secret. “You knew.”

“I do now. I've only seen scars like yours once before, on another werewolf. And with the nickname, your tattoo choices, being MIA on the full moon…it adds up.”

His eyes searched your face. “And you don't care?”

“Of course not. I care about you, not your affliction.” Your hands still lingered on his hips, like your skin was magnetized together, you couldn't seem to pull them apart.

Remus straightened, his hand coming up to cup your face again. “I haven't been able to stop thinking about you,” he breathed. “You’ve gotten under my skin, dove.”

“It's risky, y’know, to flirt with your tattoo artist,” you murmured, grazing your fingers over the mostly healed goldenrod tattoo. “You've got a permanent reminder of me.”

He smirked, his hand sliding into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Well, the thing about werewolves…” he was so close, warm breath fanning across your lips. “We're a possessive sort, territorial. So having your mark on my skin…” he sighed, eyes dark with desire. “I'm finding it hard to hold myself back.”

“Then don't,” you replied, heart in your throat.

Remus surged forward, lips colliding in a heady, toe-curling kiss. You immediately gave into him, his tongue caressing the seam of your mouth, dipping past your lips to taste you, claim you.

Your arms found their way around his neck, fingers digging into his feathery hair and tugging at the roots, drawing a low groan from his chest. He nipped at your lower lip in warning before soothing it with his tongue.

“Be gentle with me,” he grated, kissing along your cheek, down towards your throat. He craned your head back, grazing his teeth along your pulse, and you shivered. “I’m trying to savor this, not devour you.”

“Do you always keep yourself on such a tight leash?” You asked, breathless as he lapped at your skin, your thighs trembling with desire.

“Patience, dove,” he chastised affectionately, lifting his head. “Just be good for me, yeah? You’ll get what you want.”

Your brain emptied. Seeing this dominant side of Remus had you folding like origami. You nodded, letting him drag you in for another languid, bone-melting kiss.

Remus slid off the table without breaking the kiss, leaning down to scoop you up by the thighs in a fluid motion.

“Rem!” You gasped in surprise when he turned and dropped you onto the table he just vacated.

He leaned over you, one hand reaching down to recline the seat so you were laying back, legs on either side of his hips. His lips found your neck again, kissing and licking his way down while his hands pushed up the hem of your shirt, fingertips cool against your fevered skin.

“Tell me if you want me stop,” he said, shifting to kiss around your navel.

“Don't stop. Please don't stop,” you pleaded, and he smiled against your hip before sucking the skin between his teeth, biting at your flesh just hard enough you make you keen.

“I won't, love. I'm not going anywhere.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans, easing them down over your hips until they fell to the ground in a pile.

Your knees tried to pull together on instinct, the vulnerability making you flush, but his hands gripped your inner thighs, spreading you apart for him. You could tell he was in his element, something having loosened from his usually reserved demeanor. It felt like you were seeing him completely for the first time. No holds barred.

“Don't hide from me, pretty girl,” he cooed, lowering to his knees. “You're gorgeous.” He trailed kisses up your thigh, charting a tingling path until his nose grazed sodden panties, making your pussy flutter and clench. “Fuck, you smell divine,” he muttered before dragging his tongue over the thin fabric.

“Oh, god—Remus,” you moaned when he sucked on the fabric over your clit, pleasure blooming from your center. Your eyes rolled back, fingers tangling in his hair as he flicked your swelling bud with his tongue.

“So responsive,” he praised, pulling your panties aside with his middle finger. “You this sweet for all of your clients?”

You shook your head. ”I've never—fuck, baby.” Your words splintered into a cry as he eased his middle finger inside of you, your dripping entrance accepting him eagerly. He nudged your clit with his nose, making you cry out again.

“Just me?” His voice almost sounded like a purr, deeply pleased by your admission.

You nodded, urging him closer by the roots of his hair, and he practically growled.

He nipped at your thigh, overpowering your meager attempt easily. “Patience, remember?”

You whined. “Remus, please. Just wanna feel you.”

He withdrew his finger, then added a second, pumping you slowly. “I know, baby. I'm right here, I've got you.” His mouth found your clit again, his tongue circling around and around, and you arched off the table, moans spilling from your lips like a song.

Steadily, the fire built, with Remus' devoted attention pouring over you like gasoline. He moaned against you, eyes screwed shut when your pussy clenched around his fingers, teetering on the edge.

The table shifted, rocking back a bit, and you looked past Remus' hair tangled in your fingers to his body. He was rocking his hips against the edge of the table, so turned on by the act of eating you out that he needed some relief.

“Rem, baby,” you whined, the sight dragging you that much closer to release. He glanced up at you, his eyes glazed and pussydrunk, and he whimpered against you.

His deliberate motions got sloppier, greedier, as he rutted against the table. Losing control of himself, like his entire being was desperate to be inside of you.

With a final curl of his fingers, you toppled over the edge, coming with a cry loud enough to rattle the windows as relief crashed over you, cool water dousing the flames beneath your skin.

“Good fucking girl,” he growled, withdrawing his fingers to lap directly from you, savoring every drop of his efforts. “That's it, love. Relax f’me.” He brought you back to earth with his tongue, long, languid licks and kisses around your trembling center, across your inner thigh slung over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Remus,” you panted, slumping back against the table. “That was—”

He made his way up your body, catching your words in a messy, top-lip kiss. “Got your mark all over me now, dove,” he purred, pecking your cheek with a cheeky grin.

“What about…” you trailed off, fingers toying with his belt, unsure of what you were asking for him to fuck you, or mark you. Or both. All you knew was that you wanted him, badly, even more so with that post-orgasm clarity.

“Patience,” he replied, chuckling at the annoyed look you shot him. “Ready to finish up this tattoo?”

“But you didn't get to—”

“I’m, ah, a bit embarrassed to say that I did.” He straightened with a sheepish smile, revealing the dark spot leaking through his jeans.

Holy shit. You'd made him cum in his pants.

You surged up, throwing your arms around his neck and tugging him down in to a ravenous kiss. “Merlin, you're so fucking hot,” you mumbled against his mouth.

He grinned, breaking the kiss to nuzzle into your neck, hiding the flush you could see staining his ears. “Says the girl that made me cum without touching me,” he muttered, almost indignant.

“I’m not sorry,” you chuckled, sighing when he pressed his plush, kiss-swollen lips to your racing pulse.

“It's alright, I'll get even,” he teased, his teeth nipping at your skin.

“Is that a promise?”

“Most normal people would interpret it as a threat.” He picked his head up, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Well, I'm not normal people,” you replied.

“And thank Godric for that.” He kissed you again, all smiles and airy pecks.

Normal was never your style anyway.

[betbeton]

✃ Hug me! Kiss me!

Morning After With Various Tokyo Revengers Men

Drabbles

Warnings - Explicit/Non-Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Consumption

18+ Minors DNI

·GN Reader·

·Request·

·A/N- I have a beefy Wakasa smut in the works·

・❥・ Masterlist

⪧ Hanma Shuji

Groggily you rubbed at the corners of your irritated eyes, the make-up you had forgotten to remove in the heat of the moment coming back to bite you in the ass. Once you had fished a rouge eyelash from your eye a loud groan beside you dragged you harshly back to reality. Head jerking from side to side wildly you let out an equally loud groan to the man beside you once you realized who you had spent a drunken night with. The giddy little laugh leaving the man as a hand branded with 'Sin' curled around your waist tugging you down onto his lean chest. Your own eyes narrowed as they came face to face with Hanma Shuji, a man you had once been adamant on never sleeping with or more importantly never befriending. Alas though it would seem that when the two of you were drunk all walls and barriers were broken, nothing but debris under the two of you as your bodies intertwined in lustful intimacy. Though the large hand firmly settling on the top of your head as the menace to society tried to push you down towards his cock and away from the morning cuddle broke any illusion you may have been conjuring. Reaching a hand out you grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it harshly.

"You ruined the moment Shuji!"

All you received was a cackle and a rather wet kiss to your forehead as he laid back on his bed. Your head dropped back onto his chest and when the rapid beat of his nervous heart met your ear, the idea of spending more time like this with Hanma Shuji wasn't as bad as it had seemed yesterday before your night out.

⪧ Haitani Rindou

Sleepily rubbing your face against the back of your lover you curled your arms more tugging him into your front, chin hooking on his shoulder as a whispered morning greeting left your lips. The hand sliding down his lean chest met no resistance as he lazily threw a leg backwards to wedge it between your own, contorting his body at a slightly concerning angle. Though any concern you could have had brewing over his weird angle dissipated as he squirmed to face you lilac locks covering part of his face as those bored eyes you adored gazed back into your lovestruck ones.

With you missing several bets, due to gawking, Rindou took the initiative and snaked his own hand down to grope at your hips using it as leverage to shove you down slightly slotting his thigh harshly between your legs. The muscle of his long leg flexing as he bumped it into your sex again, hand moving from your waist to grope at your thighs as he fucked you against his leg. You should have expected this Rindou was never the most patient man around he always took the initiative whenever you took too long or were teasing him, but it still left your head spinning and moans spilling from your lips as you sleepily careened towards an orgasm. Hands greedily grasping at his back as you tried to anchor yourself to reality while your hips squirmed desperately chasing the release you desperately desired. Though just as you tipped over the edge and came against Rindou's thigh you were harshly jerked back to reality when he tugged his leg back from your sex and rolled away from you. A breathy chuckle leaving him as he stretched and grabbed his phone, side eyeing you as your flustered expression turned curious.

"Did someone call?"

Waving a hand dismissively he tossed his phone towards you, "Nah, Ran accidentally sent a picture of him getting head to a group chat."

And thus your morning escapade was forgotten as you and Rindou gossiped over the accidental message.

⪧ Wakasa Imaushi

It was no secret you found Wakasa intoxicating, after all you had found yourself limping from his flat on more then on occasion. It was practically a weekly occurrence at this point both of you repeatedly seeking one another out to get lost in blissful pleasure. What was odd though was the long arms and legs wrapping around your body preventing you from slithering from the warmth of Wakasa's bed. It made your heartache as you tried desperately to detach him from you, worried he would halt your ambiguous relationship for fear he had caught feelings. Just as you had successfully freed your legs you felt a shiver rush down your spin as warm breath tickled your neck and a deep raspy morning voice curled around your ear, the arms firmly wrapped beneath your chest tugging you closer to Wakasa's lean chest.

"I know you caught feelings too, so stop pretending and let me hold you."

It was odd and slightly jarring to hear him speak so causally about that topic as if he was completely certain you returned his feelings. You did return them, but the fact he blatantly called you out while the lingering sting of his hips bashing into your own still brewed between your thighs was almost nauseating. Though while shame warmed your insides you didn't need to be told twice as you relaxed into his hold, fingers curling into his blonde and purple locks as he shifted forward to plant a kiss on your neck.

⪧ Haitani Ran

As Ran stirred from his borderline coma like slumber he jerked back the duvet covering him as a smug grin settled on his face. Tucking a hand behind his head as he leaned back acting like he hadn't been momentarily panicking forgetting he had given you clearance to do as you please even if he's asleep. With you mouth full of his cock you couldn't tease him or call the man out so you settled for quirking an eyebrow and fixing an unimpressed gaze his way. As one of his large hands moved down to caress your face settling in to rub at your scalp as he gently guided you further down his length, his hips jerking upwards as a groan left him when you gagged harshly from him hitting the entrance to your throat. Eyes having slipped shut to focus on wedging him as far into your throat, despite the odd angle, as you could you hadn't noticed him taking out his phone. Nor had you noticed him flexing his stomach as he posed and held his arm above his head to take a picture. You did notice how ever when the flash went off, bright colours splotching across your eyelids just moments before you tugged off his cock. Finger curling around his spit soaked cock lazily rubbing at it you rested your cheek against his thigh, "Is that for you or. . . ?"

"I'm going to send it to Sanzu if that's alright with you."

The only response you gave was a hum as you moved to mouth at the side of his cock. Getting lost in your own cock drunk world you didn't notice Ran panicking until he smacked your head which caused you to jerk into a sitting position as you glared at him.

"I accidentally sent it to a group chat."

It is safe to say Ran did not even get pity sex for several days, he did however get a big bruise on his thigh from where you socked him out of shock and irritation more than anger.

[thebisexualdogdad]

No touching - Evan Buckley x M!Reader

"Really Buck, you already have a boner?" You laugh as you and your boyfriend settle in to watch some adult films.

"I've been waiting for this all day! When you said you wanted to try watching porn together I made a list in my head of all my favorites I wanted to show you," Buck says eagerly whipping his shirt off.

"That is the most Evan Buckley thing I have ever heard you say," you smile, removing your own shirt and taking a seat next to him on the couch.

His laptop is set up on the coffee table while he searches for the first video.

He leans back as the first video plays and it shows a group of six male firefighters undressing in a locker room.

"Is this something you've fantasized about Buckley?" You say with a grin.

"I mean I can't lie when you first started working with us, there were so many times I wanted to take you right there in the locker room all hot and sweaty and nearly naked," he says, giving you a chaste kiss before intently watching the video.

He refrains from touching himself not wanting to cum so quickly but you see him squirming in his seat, his bulge only getting bigger and that starts to turn you on.

The firefighters in the video are now sucking each other's dicks and Buck is palming himself through his pants.

A few minutes later you both strip down to your boxers, erections standing tall as the firefighters are spread out across the locker room fucking each other.

"You know that one kind of looks like you," you chuckle, pointing to one of the guys that is bent over a bench and getting railed.

"Why do you think I like this video so much? I imagine you're the one behind him," he smirks.

When you can't resist touching yourselves anymore you get rid of your boxers and move onto the next video, this one is more of a home video, camera quality isn't great but the guys sure are hot which more than makes up for it.

"That guy has got to be at least nine inches," Buck says slowly stroking his cock.

"Imagine getting fucked by a dick that big," you say watching his hand move up and down while you stroke your own cock.

"Who says I haven't? A beefy bisexual firefighter gets you a lot of action in this town," Buck grins.

You share a laugh and return your attention back to the video of the smaller built man getting demolished by his giant boyfriend.

Buck is moaning and playing his nipples, flicking and pinching them.

You want so badly to lean over and start sucking on them but you agreed earlier that you wouldn't touch each other wanting to enjoy the experience of only getting off with your own hands.

Your hand starts moving faster, glancing back and forth from the video to Buck.

Yours and Bucks moans are mixing with the moans coming from the video and you swear you could listen to this forever.

The man pulls out and the video does a close up of the other guy's gaping hole.

"Fuck I would to have my way with that hole," you groan.

"And I'd love to watch you," Buck winks at you.

Well that was something you two would definitely be talking about later.

The man in the video continues to pound the guy, Buck throwing his head back against the couch as he nears his release.

"Shit," he grunts, slapping his pecks and roughly tugging on his nipples.

"Buck," you moan, tumbling over the edge at the sight.

You cum all over your stomach and Buck smirks, stroking himself so fast when he cums some of it splashes on his face.

"Fuck you're so hot," you say licking his cum off his chin.

"I thought we weren't going to touch each other?" He grins.

"Well that was while we were jerking off, now it's fair game and I need you to get to the bed right now so I can eat your ass before I fuck you," you tell him.

"Race you there," he smiles, quickly getting up from the couch and running towards the bedroom.

"You're so in for it Buckley," you say chasing after him.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Any thots for us while Ao3 is tragically down? (Only if you have time and are in the mood ❤️ You’re amazing)

Noooo, AO3 is down! I just saw! (I've been doing homework lol, so I didn't know) and to make it worse Spotify is down for me too 😫

How will we go on?

It's maintenance, I know, and I know that's good, they gotta. But, still. lol

A quick thought for you, straight from the notes on my phone lol, but under the cut because it involves omorashi:

Rope bondage that leads to accidental omorashi is plaguing meeee

Like, goddamn, imagine stucky with a shrinkyclinks type dynamic but not really winter-soldier!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve. Just. Regular beefy Bucky and lil Steve but this is beefy submissive Bucky and tiny sadist Steve 😮‍💨

Steve has Bucky restrained in some heavy ties. Standing up, legs tied together, ties around his waist and chest and shoulders BUT his arms are held up over his head. It's nothing that he couldn't get Bucky out of like *that* with the safety sheers he has next to him on the floor of their playroom, but... it's a lot more fun to watch this unfold.

This being how suddenly, a good hour into a scene, Bucky has discovered he kinda, really has to piss.

Bucky's been teased--not exactly edged--but he's been touched all over in preparation for the tie and then during the tying of the ropes and after the tying too. He's blushing all over. Covered in goosebumps. So, so sensitive. Long hair on his face, over his blindfold. Breathing hard against the ropes. Yet, no matter how much he squirms he cannot get away from the press of a fucking knot right against his full bladder.

It hurts.

Bucky has to piss so bad.

His tears are wetting the blindfold, making it stick to his burning face wetly.

He's begging for mercy, sobbing, "please, please, please pleasepleaseplease," he doesn't take time to breathe and chokes for a moment, whining, "lemmego!please!Ineed-I'mgonna. Oh. Oh, God, I'm gonna, mmmmgh, I'm gonna pee myself! Steve! Steve!!"

But he isn't safewording.

And...

Steve's getting off too hard on his agony to cut him out of the ties if he isn't going to use his safeword or colors. Steve's biting his lip hard. And, unthinkingly, his hand is reaching out, lightning quick, to press against the knot resting low against Bucky's tummy.

Bucky shrieks.

"Noooo!" He cries, hiccuping. Squirming harder. Trying to get away from the unrelenting pressure. He's gotta burst! Fuck!

Steve grins like a madman. He presses harder and harder and harder as words spill out of his mouth, encouraging and filthy. Telling Bucky what a good boy he is, telling Bucky how he wants to see him lose it, lose control, do it, do it. For me. Right now.

Bucky holds on for another moment. The last strand of resistance.

Then.

Then, the floodgates open and he pisses himself, gushing out, crying like he's never cried before while it happens but...

He's also hard as hell.

Steve can see Bucky's cock twitching as he pisses. Steve can see how hard and peaked Bucky's nipples are. Steve can even see the race of Bucky's pulse in his throat, hammering against the delicate skin as he flushes impossibly more red.

He's so fucking into this.

They both are.

It's to the point that even though Bucky is fully sobbing--chest heaving sobs mixed with moans that sound like he's having a goddamn orgasm--the second he's done making his mess Steve has to pounce on him.

Steve jerks him off fast and rough. Bucky cums once. Exploding the second Steve lays a hand on him. Yet. It's not enough. He doesn't go soft. He's still riding the high of that release. Steve keeps going. Going and going even as Bucky starts squirming again, trying to get away, trying to crawl out of his skin with how good everything feels. It feels too good! It's too much! Too much!

Bucky is-

Fuck.

Bucky is so fucking obsessed with how hard he gets off that he thinks he may never get off another way ever again 🥴

Hope you enjoyed 😘 sorry it's really short lol

[bluefuckboy]

*in a trenchcoat* can i get one where Kiri and Bakugo are tryna get the reader to cum, fingers only and also In there mouth

*pulls my own trenchcoat open*

You wanna buy a sundial?

Psych the sundial is porn lol

It’s gotten to the point where you don’t know who’s fingers are where as you writhe in Kirishima’s lap.

There are two fingers in your cunt and one in your mouth currently, but it feels like you’ve been toyed with for hours. In reality it’s only been about twenty minutes, but within that time, you’ve had Bakugo finger you to the edge of an orgasm, stopping right before you came so Kirishima could “join in on the fun” as the blonde put it.

Another finger presses past your lips, rubbing at your gums before hooking into your jaw to pull it down. You can hear Bakugo make a comment about how much you’re drooling but you don’t care. Your’e too busy trying to get the thick fingers scissoring you open deeper inside of you. Your clit is screaming for attention, but neither the red head nor the blonde have even touched it.

The fingers in your mouth pull out and the rough pad of one of their thumbs rubs over your bottom lip. It makes you shiver, already so overstimulated as your hips buck, desperately trying to find friction for your throbbing clit. The fingers push back in your mouth, sliding under your tongue and making you drool in a manner that must be obscene.

Kirishima’s deep voice rumbles through his chest. “So fuckin hot…”

Another finger presses inside you and you squirm at the intrusion. Bakugo shushes you and then he says something that makes your stomach drop.

“Hey Ei, she’s got another hole that needs filled….”

The sound that comes from the back of your throat is muffled by the fingers shoved down it as a slender digit presses into your cunt, gathering the slick dripping from you. The finger drags it back, brushing over your asshole and making your body jerk. Your throat is spared in favor of the fingers in your mouth going between your cheeks to drag your own spit along your asshole.

A finger works its way in and you go rigid. The fingers in your cunt pull out slightly to allow the probing one in your ass to push past the tight rings of muscle. Whimpers spill from your lips and then a small cry is ripped from your throat when your cunt is stuffed once again. The finger in your ass slips back to expertly massage around your twitching hole and then another finger joins it.

The stretch has you whimpering and then you’re cumming. Your cunt bares down on the beefy fingers filling it as the rest of your body tightens. You can feel wet gushing out of you as you convulse. Your whole body feels tight and then you’re gasping for breath as the tension breaks, waves of pleasure washing over you.

It’s no surprise you pass out shortly after. Which is probably for the best since you would have been livid seeing Kirishima and Bakugo fist bump before going to clean you up.

[xandria]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ

   — includes : Bokuto, Hinata, Tendou

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 : 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵

♡ this man is too pure, does it just to be close to you ♡ innocent and wholesome, that’s how it always starts anyways ♡ he promises he only has pure intentions when he approaches you ♡ “wanna be as close as we can” 🥺 ♡ he whines it out like a justifiable reason as he slides your panties to the side ♡ you want to believe him, you want to trust he'll behave ♡ 100% does not behave though, honestly, this is your fault, you know better ♡ you know how quickly he comes undone buried in your tight, wet heat ♡ not that he cares though, he's positively shameless ♡ he definitely wants to do it in a dark room with friends because he can   ♡ gets off on the idea that he’s balls deep in you and no one in the room knows ♡ but you know better, so why the hell did you agree to this? ♡ oh, that's right

- ♥ -

   His strained gasp sounds off in your ear, shaky and stifled, caught in his throat as you clench around him. With his lips pressed to your ear, you are going absolutely insane with each subtle noise he makes, each stuttering breath from the way you affect him going straight to your cunt and making you soak around him.

Your muscles ache from the tension of trying to stay still, and the way his breath comes out ragged and unsteady let's you know he's in the same shape. Luckily, his labored breathing can't be heard over the movie playing in front of you, and no one can see underneath the blanket, where your dress is hiked up to your waist, Bokuto's shorts pushed down slightly, and every inch of his cock stuffed inside you. His hot breath on the back of your neck, the way his lips graze the shell of your ear, his taught chest and chiseled arms embracing you tightly, it is taking everything within you not to jerk your hips violently. You can tell by the way his heavy pants in your ear get louder, and his roaming hands become more grabby that your little 'cuddling season' is getting very dangerous very quickly. 

You freeze when Bokuto moves slightly to adjust his position laying on the couch. At least, that's what you hope it looked like from above the blanket, because beneath it, he just angled his hips to pull back an inch and then push forward, sighing deeply through his nose as he presses the head of his cock as far as it will go. You inhale sharply, wincing when it makes a louder noise than you wished for, then relaxing after a few moments of no one noticing. Only when his tip is hugged tightly to your cervix does he settle back into stillness. You want to turn and glare at him, but the lethal grip his biceps have around your waist keeps you stationary in his arms as his large palms roam your sides.

"Kou," you whisper in a warning tone that he doesn't register. He simply buries his face in your hair and hums happily in response, pleased that you are calling out to him. You look up to assess the potential risk around you. Atsumu is the most likely to notice first, as he is sitting on the couch right beside you, but he also seems the most distracted, idly chatting with Hinata during the movie. Ok, you figure, if you can just keep Bokuto in check, maybe you can keep from-

Your breath catches in your throat, thoughts interrupted, when bokuto's hands suddenly slide underneath your shirt, palming your breasts. Teasing your nipples with his fingers, he pinches your sensitive buds, and whether it be involuntary or as revenge for his teasing, your hips jerk back into him, and your walls squeeze his cock tightly, something you immediately regret.

His head falls back and he sighs in pleasure a little too loudly.

A few of your friend's eyes are now on you, specifically Atsumu's, who's staring hard at the two of you with rightful suspicion, before he says a phrase that you and Bokuto, unfortunately, know all too well.

"Hands check!" At the order of the blonde, you and Bokuto raise your hands from under the blanket to show that they aren't up to anything nefarious, and your friends, satisfied, return their attention to the movie.

Thank god they didn’t ask y'all to stand up.

Some time passes and you start to get hopeful, Bokuto seemingly behaving himself as he lays still on the couch behind you. Your friends start to leave one by one, and you actually think for a moment that you'll get out of this scandalous situation with the entirety of your dignity intact. That is, until another guest exits, leaving only Atsumu and Sakusa left, and you feel sudden suspicion and dread at how your boyfriend starts glancing between them and the door. You are moments away from giving Bo a small reminder of patience when he opens his mouth to address the remaining guests.

“Okay guys, I’ll be completely honest, I’m balls deep in y/n right now and getting pretty into it, so, if you wouldn’t mind heading out!”

The small, lingering moment of silence after your boyfriend's announcement rings loudly in your head, and you will yourself to be less aware of your friend's deadpan stares.

“...Really, Bokuto? Really?” Atsumu’s jeers, and then starts laughing. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Sakusa regards you, apologizing on behalf of the two fools in the room. 

“...It’s fine...“ You mumble from behind your hands, burning red with embarrassment. 

You can just feel the beefy man behind you beam with excitement as he watches your friends stand and leave. He’s on you the second the door is closed, moaning lowly in your ear,

“M’fucking dying to finish what I started,”

♡ needs it for naps 🥺 ♡ this pretty boy isn’t often tuckered out, but when he is ♡ he still wants to be close to you sooo bad  ♡ just needs to hold you and feel you wrapped around him  ♡ so he’ll crawl into bed, pulling you into his grip ♡ burying his face in your hair and his cock in your cunt <3 ♡ and just, pass out like that ♡ heaven for him, sometimes inconvenient for you. ♡ don’t even think of trying to move though, this is his sacred time  ♡ even if you could escape his beefy grip, ♡ he’s a light sleeper :) and grumpy when waken from naps :) ♡ oh, and he takes it real personally if you ruin his precious cockwarming naps

- ♥ -

   You knew you should’ve said no… you’ve got groceries to get and a meeting to catch, but, when your tanned, beefy, exhausted-looking boyfriend walked through the door with heavy steps and spotted you on the couch with those tired hooded eyes, you just couldn’t resist what came next. 

When he crawled over to you with that lazy smile, a husky “hey there, pretty puppy” falling from his lips, when he wraps his strong arms around your torso and pulls you in, and especially when he grinds lazily against your ass, moaning a few praises before pulling your panties to the side and stuffing himself inside. Every single time, he hums happily at the way you have to adjust, twitching and whimpering in his grip, before relaxing into his form, and every single time, he is asleep within moments.

A while later, you try to glance at the clock, your movements limited by the big spoon embrace he has you trapped in, and you just know it’s probably time to get up. 

But… the soft hum of your boyfriend’s warm breath is on your neck, coming out in steady huffs, his nose nuzzled up to the skin behind your ear, and fuck. You thought you had stronger will power than this. 

With his warm embrace, the way his heartbeat thuds rhythmically against your back, his taught chest rising and falling with his peaceful sleep… Honestly, nothing would have made you get out of this heavenly embrace, except maybe, the burden of responsibilities, or maybe the ache of your hips from being wrapped up with your knees toward your chest for so long. You try to shift your hips to a more comfortable angle, and he twitches inside of you, reminding you of how positively filled you are right now. 

You huff, from sensation and frustration, and when the wall of muscle behind you doesn’t wake, you try your luck again. You push your legs against his thighs, trying to break free from the curled position his legs had pushed you in. You manage to free yourself some wiggle room, and you hopefully start to squirm your way out of his arms, when a sudden grip on your wrist catches your attention. 

“What’re you doing?” His tired voice grumbles out, almost innocently, but you know better, you’ve been caught. 

“I was… I have-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp when he thrusts forward suddenly, pushing his now hardening cock deeper into you.

“You were what, baby? I thought you were being my cocksleeve,” he coos out the degradation with such dripping affection you almost feel guilty for waking him up from his nap. He leans in with a sigh, placing soft and sweet kisses on the skin of your neck, right below your jaw. “You’re so perfect as my little cocksleeve…”

“Shoyo,” You sigh in pleasure and relief, your eyes fluttering closed at his soft touches and warm praises, mistakenly taking his kind demeanor as a sign you were in the clear. You gasp in shock when he flips you over on your stomach in a mere moment.

“But, you woke me, so” He says, his sudden tone almost alarmingly dismissive as he sits up from you, leaving you whining at the loss of his warm chest on your back. He grips your hips in his large hands with vigor, “Now I have to punish you, okay?”

“S-Sho! Wait!” Your fingers grasp at the sheets as you tense. “Can’t,” is all he gives you, running a rough palm down your spine to squeeze your ass harshly.

“You’re my puppy, aren’t you? That means you’ll let me use you when I need you, right?”

♡ he does it to tease himself, and you ♡ can you tell this man is a masochist AND a sadist? ♡ can you tell this man has an orgasm denial kink AND an edging kink? ♡ ok anyways ♡ he’s fucking wild so he finds it hottest in really risky situations  ♡ catch him pushing your skirt up and telling you to be quiet in the corner of a crowed train <3 ♡ or how about on the balcony of a crowded party? ♡ a sea of dancing people behind him, a night sky of city lights and passing cars in front of you ♡ he’ll hold you in place while spilling filth into your ears ♡ after all, as long as you stay still ♡ he just looks like a good caring boyfriend, hugging his girlfriend on the balcony <3

- ♥ -

   Music and muffled voices pound dully through the glass of the closed balcony doors, colored lights flash in your periphery, mostly blocked by Tendou’s looming frame behind you as the cold wall of the balcony is pressed tight against your chest. Your fingers white-knuckle the railing in tight fists, attempting to ground yourself, as the painful stretch of your boyfriend's cock threatens to do you in. He's only halfway in you, and your head is spinning as he barely pushes more of himself inside.

Your hips jerk forward to escape the harsh stretch of his cock, but the tense tightness of your cunt won't allow you any reprieve, only succeeding to suction him in tighter as you pull forward. 

“S-Shit, you better stop fucking doing that, sweet girl.” His long fingers have a mean grip on your hips, your skirt bunched in his knuckles, and you can practically feel purple forming beneath his fingertips. 

He waits for you to still and then sinks farther into you. You twitch again, and he reprimands you with a harsh warning squeeze to your thigh, leaving the flesh tender and aching.

“Better listen to me pretty thing, or I’ll have to pull out and leave you an empty mess on this balcony.”

“No! Satori, please,” you pant, the muscles of your thighs and ass trembling from trying not to push back into his agonizingly still hips. 

His long, curved, perfect cock is slowly driving inch by inch into your wet heat, dragging his pronounced head against your sweet spot at a speed so slow you could choke. 

You whine and grab desperately at his hands, the one on the railing and the one digging painfully into your hip.

“I said, stay still angel, or this whole party will see how fucking desperate you are for me," he moans lowly, voice deep and taunting, a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your cheek. He fists the flesh of your hip harder, despite you keeping yours just as still as his, and you whimper.

"Don't get us caught, and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he practically growls in your ear, his killer grip on the balcony making the veins in his hands protrude. The throbbing of your bruised hip under his large grip and the dripping lust from his voice is too much, your knees shake and a deep, broken whine leaves your throat. Tendou shivers, releasing his hand on your side to wrap his strong arm across your waist, trapping you against him. He moans into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent.

“Fuck, unless, that's what you want, huh? You just tightened around me, does getting caught stuffed full of my cock turn you on, slut?” He's growling in your ear and you whimper, your head falling back to his shoulder, tender walls fluttering around his cock. He leans down and groans against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to trap you in a tighter hug against the balcony and finally push his cock into you to the hilt. His lips smile against the side of your throat as you gasp.

“That is what you want, isn’t it? You’re just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you? My dirty little whore,” You quiver around him as he grunts in your ear, his aching cock twitching against your cervix. 

You can tell by the way his voice shakes and grows huskier, and the way he tightens his arm around your waist, fingertips digging forcefully into your soft flesh, that he is just as weak and trembling with pleasure as you are.

“I should just fuck you right here on this balcony, shouldn’t I? Let everyone below us, everyone at this party see how good I fuck you, show them how hard I make you cum, yeah?” He’s practically panting in your ear, his cock painfully still, and painfully hard, straining in your tight, gummy walls.

“I’ll spread you open and show the whole world you’re mine, you want that?” His iron restraint has held up until now, his hips jutting forward in a moment of weakness, jolting you into the cold balcony and making you cry out his name.

“Yes, please! Tori! I’m yours!”

The pleased, sadistic chuckle that tumbles from his throat is low and vibrates you to your soaking core.

“That’s my fucking girl,”

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

What do you think of a big beefy himbo absorbing guys mostly on accident? Like he just loves to cuddle his smaller friends and he accidentally pulls them into himself while he was squeezing them in a big hug. The bashful adorable hunk doesn't know his own strength.

Or possibly the hunk got a sports scholarship at a distant college and doesn't want to leave a few of his friends behind, so he ingests them in various ways. They'll always be with him as beefy mass. 💪

Oh dude I love stuff like that, it’s always really fun to me.

Despite how the guy looked, he was a total sweetheart. People would see the muscle-bound guy with clothes a bit too tight that stood taller than most and expect him to be a self-important jerk. But he was a gentle giant, always smiling and friendly, with lots of friends. And he was really cuddly, too--he seemed to just scoop everyone up into his arms for a big hug whenever the mood struck him. It made him endearing and most people got along with him. There was just that...mm...slight issue, of course, where he did it without a shirt on. Which happens more often than people might think--he never wore them at home or at the gym, so in most casual settings, his body was fully on display. That didn’t stop him from hugging people, but that was the issue, too. Sometimes he’d pull a buddy of his into a tight bear hug, and there’d be a wet slurping noise, and then he was just hugging himself after accidentally absorbing his friend. His body wasn’t as kind as he was, and when it had fresh meat pressed against it, it took it all. And of course he’d always feel bad when he noticed that he’d gotten bigger again and his friend was missing, but he’d always forget what happens by the time he’s going in for the next hug. But his body never forgot what to do when a guy was being shoved against it: friend or not.

The plan had been for all of them to go to the same college--it had always been the plan, of course. They’d been friends since childhood and they wanted to enjoy their adult life together, too. But he didn’t get into that school. He had the skills as an athlete, but they were much more academically focused, and his grades never compared. He was rejected and it made him feel awful--until he got a different acceptance letter, across the state, on an athletic scholarship due to some scouting. And he felt a lot better! Until he realized it meant moving, and that meant being away from his friends that he had promised to spend his adult life with. And he knew he couldn’t make them try applying at that school, too. So there was only one answer left that made any sense. On the day he was leaving, they got together and had a good time, and then he ate them all. Five friends went into him with ease--one in his chest, one in each armpit, one snarled down his gullet, and one simply pushed into him and absorbed into his mass. They wiggled and squirmed and begged, but it didn’t save them, and digestion was quick and relentless. By the time he was getting in the car to drive off, they’d already stopped moving, and he was happy to have his friends by his side with him.

[stillfoodforguys]

I’d found a pretty cheap room to stay in while I was on a work trip recently, the only downside being I had to pay in cash. Every week, the beefy bear who owned the place would come to pick up his money, each time his size alone reminded me that I’d be in serious trouble if I ever missed a payment. Unfortunately, one drunk night with my colleagues to say goodbye on my final week was enough to make me blow my budget without realising.

I debated packing up my stuff and running while I had the chance, but being a foolishly honest person I decided to text him an apology while I was at work. To my surprise, he said he didn’t mind that I couldn’t pay him in full, though there was a mention of some kind of “other arrangement”. I spent the rest of the day nervously wondering what he meant by that, until I came back to the flat that evening to find the burly man lying on the bed entirely naked.

He smirked confidently at me while I stood completely stunned in the doorway, giving his giant gut a slap as he told me to strip down and worship him. Sure that he would have no problem forcing me to submit if he wanted to, I took the easy route and willingly lay beside him, offering a thorough massage of his firm, round belly and pecs. He tucked one of my legs between his so that he could grind his erection against me. Although part of why he was doing this was to let me know how much he was enjoying himself, it was a different sign of his pleasure that caught my eye.

Strangely, the man couldn’t stop drooling as he watched me play with his body, leaving his lips and scruffy beard distractingly shiny. I couldn’t help running my fingers over his lips to tease him, which inevitably sealed my fate as he gave into his growing hunger. He couldn’t resist slurping my hands into his mouth, grabbing my hips to hoist me on top of him and start stuffing me down his throat. He swallowed up to my waist in a matter of seconds, my head slamming against the bottom of his stomach as he quickly feasted on my delicious body.

After that, his throat muscles had a good enough grip on me to do all the work themselves, allowing him to take his time swallow my legs while he jerked off. Taking just a few gentle gulps now and again to guide me along, he savoured the feeling of his stomach expanding to accommodate more of my squirming body. I could feel the exact moment he came from the vibrations of his moans around my ankles, as well as the sudden tightness of his abdomen clenching tightly around me.

One final gulp and my feet joined the rest of me inside him. The massive man belched and sighed heavily before falling asleep, lying there in a sweaty mess as he accepted my service and digestion as a worthy payment.

[jangofctts]

omg I just read so much of your writing and I’m 🥺🥰🥲🥵 the absolute royalty shit that we see here today. i’ve recently discovered I am very into ~thigh riding~ so do u have any thots on how our boys (especially our clone babes) feel about it? much obliged

IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY KEJHKJRH SO HERE YOU GO OMG

boba: yEs--boba absolutely adORES when you crawl into his lap and straddle his thigh. he’ll either pat his lap and invite you up or it’s one of those times when he’s intentionally ignoring you and you have force your way onto his lap so he has to pay attention. imo the first time you ride his thigh you weren't intending to, you wanted to fuck him but with boba, if you want something from him he’s gonna do it his way or twist it into something to tease you. so he’ll say something like “if you’re so desperate, ride my thigh” or maybe “ride my thigh and then we’ll see if you deserve my cock.” he’ll sit back and enjoy the show with a smug grin, one hand gripping your hip. he’s not controlling your pace, it’s mostly just there as an anchor bc you’re gonna be doing all the work. you’re lucky if you get to ride his bare thigh, but most of the time he’s got pants on so they always end up soaked after you cum and boba always teases you for it, “ruined another pair of pants, little one” but really he isn't even one to talk, he’ll be rock hard and leaking through his pants too. he’ll also nine times out of ten put his fingers or thumb into your mouth to suck on while he flexes and pushes the hard muscle of his thigh up to your cunt. he likes that satisfaction of knowing that even his thigh can make you shudder and whine his name--a bit of a power trip esp if he’s sitting on the throne. he’ll fuck you nice and hard afterwards if you’re a good little princess for him          

din: din wants you to ride the beskar thigh plating. he doesn't realize it’s a thing he finds arousing until you sit over his thigh and he sees the heat from your thighs fog up the metal while your arousal smears over the shiny beskar. literally it’s like something just CRACKS in him and he goes feral for it. a dark thrill that comes from seeing your cunt drip over his precious armor, something so sacrilegious that shouldn't be arousing but it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. sure, it’s a bit cold at first but the more you get into it the quicker it heats up--it’s slippery too, not a lot of friction unless you drag your clit over the seams of the armor, but with din’s hands holding onto your hips and dragging you over his thigh, it’s not long before you cum. din is gonna be encouraging you the whole time, just a constant flow of praise and little moans of his own. he might bury a hand in your hair or slip off his glove and touch your clit when your hips roll up into his hand. he’d loose his mind if you lended a hand and palmed him through his pants. he doesn't even care if he ruins his trousers, he’s just so...fixated on the hypnotic motions of your hips rolling over his thigh, your wetness dripping off the plating and onto the floor. he might focus on your mouth, parted with gasping moans or how they roll the syllable of his name. he likes to watch you come undone like this, shuddering and whiney as you cum and eventually roll off his thigh. he probably busts a nut right then and there if you start to roll your tongue over the beskar, happily cleaning up the mess you made. but....sometimes...lick it off himself just to get a taste of you       

paz: big boy blue ALSO likes when you ride his beskar, but he likes it better when the armor is off and he gets to feel your wetness for himself. he has big ol’ beefy thighs and likes when you straddle one and start to ride him like that. imo he likes it when youre pressed up right near his cock so when you roll forward your own thigh brushes against his cock. it’s also just easier for him to grab your hips, set a pace and watch you squirm and whine. ngl he’s more interested in fucking you, so he’ll get cheeky and start jerking his thigh or holding you in place while he circles his thumb over your clit. p much will sabotage your wild ride and convince you to slide onto his cock instead. though,....if you were to tie him up, tease him bye riding his thigh, he might like that :)  

rex: oH rexY BOY--listen, rex has heard ALL about thigh riding, or rather what the clones like to call it, “paint job”. he doesn't understand the big deal, thinks that it’d be a complete hassle to clean and what not. in my oPiNiOn he’ll be sitting with you in an empty break room or on a couch, you both have feelings for each other but nothing's been said yet. somehow the topic of paint jobs come up and he tells you what he thinks and how it “couldn't possibly feel good, blah blah blah”. you just roll your eyes and you ask if he’s even tried it. he definitely blushes and mumbles out a no and with a leap of faith you ask him if he wants you to ride his thigh. baby boy rex gets very shy and embarrassed about it but he’s not gonna say no. so you’ll flash him a little grin and peel off your pants and your over shirt, make rex relax against the back of the couch/chair and sit over his plastoid covered thigh. even though when you start to grind on his thigh you still have your underwear on, rex with pick a corner of the room to just stare at. it’s not because he doesn't like you, he’s just incredibly shy and afraid he’ll cum in his pants if he looks at you. you gotta cup his jaw and force him to look at you. when that happens his eye will immediately drop to between your legs and just moan at the sight. he gets it now. seeing your arousal that’s already leaking through the thin fabric and staining the blue and white plastoid--he has to grip the fucking sidearm to anchor himself. his armor is one of the only things that he owns and is proud of, so seeing you riding his thigh, moaning and whimpering his name he goes wild for that shit. unfortunately he does end up cumming in his pants but eh fuck it. it was worth it   

cody: he likes when you ride his thigh in semi public places like the 79′s, debrief room, gunships, you name it. imma explain the 79′s scenario bc im a whore but anyway, cody likes to bring you on dates there, one because the drinks are free for him, two it’s dark and so unless someone is really looking at the two of you, it’s pretty secluded. he always chooses a back corner table and after a couple drinks you start to get handsy--nuzzling his neck and wiggling your fingers between the gaps separating his thigh and codpiece. it alWAYS starts like that. cody will chuckle, push his nose into your neck and nibble a line up to your ear, then bite down onto the cartilage. in that dark, rumbly voice he might sigh “such a depraved little creature. we’re in public”. but you can feel his smile and how is pulse quickens under your fingertips. cody will sigh and shake his head as he pulls you onto his lap, bUT--he’s gonna have you with your back to his chest plate, your dress/skirt/pants rolled up or down just barely in the view of anyone who glances over or looks a little closer. it’d be no secret what you both were up to but cody likes that. dude doesn't have any shame and so he’ll wrap an arm over your hip, push you panties to the side and slide his fingers through your folds. once they're coated in your arousal he might pop them into his mouth or yours, clean them off then flex his thigh onto your pussy. when he asks you to grind on his thigh you readily agree. while you ride his thigh he’ll nibble at your throat and suck bruises onto your skin, either watching your wet pussy slide over the plastoid armor or on the look out in case one of his brothers comes near. one time, just as you started to cum, a couple fresh shiny’s got an entire eyeful of you arching and burying your nose into cody’s neck as he rolled his fingers over your clit. safe to say they were a bit spooked--but of course, cody thought it was the funniest thing and couldn't stop laughing even if you were close to tears with embarrassment. now....he doesn't invite anyone to watch, but he wouldn't say no to a few prying eyes          

wolffe: I feel like with wolffe, it’s gonna be right after a mission--one of you might've almost died or gotten real hurt so he’s not thinking about fucking you properly--he just want his mouth on yours, hands buried in your hair as he pins you against the wall. I dont think he initially meant for you to ride his thigh, but when he wedges it between your legs and you moan into his mouth the second he increases the pressure, he freezes. he’ll do it again and when it receives the same reaction from you he smirks and tugs on your hair and might say smthn like “you like that? if you wanted to ride my thigh you could've asked sooner”. he’s either focused on your face or on your pussy, just soaking up all your little reactions or twitches when you roll your cunt over the plastoid. he'll have both hands on your hips, helping you grin up on him, while you either cup his face or grip his arm. either way youre in for a wild fucking ride--wolffe tbh wants to see his armor dripping by the time he’s done with you. sO do nOT be surprised if he just, doesn't let you stop, pushes you to keep going until he’s satisfied. imo I think he’ll make you lick it up after, or just in general would really Like It if you run your tongue over any part of his armor. he likes to be Appreciated :)

wrecker (im sorry I just nEEDed to include him kejkejh): honestly since baby boy wrecker is uh, so big, thigh riding is some of the first things you try with him. you’ll both be butt ass naked bc it’s just easier to explore like this, and while wrecker is eager he knows he has to think about his strength in order not to overwhelm or hurt you unintentionally. he’s a bit of a goof ball so when you straddle his thigh and bring his thicC fingers to your cunt he’ll smile and say some shit like “wow, you’re wet” or like “is it always this wet/soft?” he doesn't mean for it to be teasing, it's more like he’s just stating a fact bc he’s curious about you. you just nod and say it’s all for you, baby/only for you. the second you put your cunt over his thigh he’ll curse and clamp his hands around your hips or ribcage, and just to make the experience all that better for him, you’ll jerk him off while you ride him. wrecker is very vocal/loud and so you’ll know exactly what you’re doing that he likes--he’ll probably tell you how pretty you look, or how good you smell etc., that bOY IS SO FULL OF LOVE and just wants to tell you! it doesn't take long for him to spill into your hand, he shakes and no doubt wakes up half the barrack/ship but who the fuck cares. you just smile and continue to ride his thigh, chasing your own thigh. once he recovers a bit, you can grab his fingers and show him how you like to be touched. he’s a surprisingly quick learner with this and so it doesn't take long for you to cum. afterwards he’ll run his fingers over his thigh, collect the mess you left and taste you and maybe say “you should ride my face. can we do that?”