#my pudgy sub

[patmapat]

I just love my life

[tojisun]

I’m soooooo obsessed with your poolverine! Especially where Logan is fucking reader while Wade watches!

But what if Wade gets so desperate that he cums untouched just humping his rosey leaking cock into the air as he watches Logan fill you round after round

teehee thank you!! and this is so delish oh my goood <33 // cw: SMUT; afab!reader; poly with set power dynamics (dom logan, sub reader n sub wade); voyeurism; praise kink // divider by @/plutism

it’s—

it’s heinous, really, how wolve-fuckin’-rine could just go for hours fucking you, breeding you, while leaving wade leaking like a motherfucker. tearing up too, sure, but he’s still got his mask on so they can all pretend that he isn’t truly crying.

(he’s actually weeping but, well, semantics.)

it started the way it always does.

“stay there, bub,” logan sniped, his grin just a bite too mean, but wade didn’t even fight back because the three of you are used to this back-and-forth; of logan taking you like even after all these years, he still had to stake his claim, while wade was made to wait.

after all, this game is one of a hunt; it starts with wade waiting, raptly watching the way logan devours you, before being allowed the scraps—licking logan’s cum off your cunt, wade’s tongue pushing you to another shaking orgasm.

a hyena that is allowed to feast after the lion had its fill.

but it was different today—logan was more mean. he was more impatient to wade.

logan kept going; fucking his thick fingers in your cunt, crooning how he was doing this for your own good.

“shh, yer not ready for pups yet, darl,” he hummed, a heavy hand pressing down on your stomach to stop your thrashing; holding you down to force his thick fingers in, and scooping out his cum amidst the squelches of your cunt.

you keened, fisting the sheets as tears leaked out of your eyes, wetting your already-damp cheeks.

“s’too much!” you cried, unable to stop your hiccupping. “l’gan, please!”

but logan just nuzzled his maw on the inside of your thighs, puffing out breathy chuckles.

wade was straining then, his grip breaking the wooden arm rests. he ignored the splinters digging into his flesh, unable to do anything that wasn’t watching.

waiting.

he was slowly realizing that he would not have his turn today.

logan has you in a mating press now.

you’ve yelled so many times, warning logan—warning them—that you’re cumming but there was no gushing squirt nor trickling cum, and the two of them realize with hitched breaths that logan’s finally fucked you into dry orgasming.

it was a delicious sight, one that pushed wade to finally free his cock from inside his suit.

logan had shot him a gleeful look, his ravenous eyes tracking down the mess that wade has become—heaving chest, leaking cock, mask finally damp with his tears.

(you’ve glanced at your lover too, devouring how he looks, ever so patiently waiting even when he’s been denied for hours now.

wade always chirps. he’s always filled the silence with his chatter, but he’s been so, so quiet today. like he’s at a loss for words, unable to sound any more that isn’t ragged wheezes. like by staying quiet, he’s able to force himself to not jump you or to not touch his own cock.

fuck, what a good boy wade is.)

“almost, bub,” logan murmurs to wade, humping his cock in you like he’s affirming his own words. the action forces another choked moan out of you, and wade’s cock jumps, pre- dripping down his length.

logan tracks it throughout.

“yeah?” wade finally rasps out, his voice sounding so utterly broken. “y’fuckin’ swear?”

logan rolls his eyes at his words before huffing a fond laugh.

“swear on it,” logan replies, licking at his salty lips.

he pauses, turning his attention back to you. he ruts his cock in, nudging at the pudgy walls of your pussy with a pleasured hiss.

(you’re an unbelievable marvel, peanut. all soft and sweet.

all so delicious.)

amidst your high-pitched squeals, logan shoots wade another glance. he looks even more hungry now, and wade doesn’t get to ask his stuttered ‘what?’ when logan croons, “‘fore that, won’t y’cum for me, pool?”

wade’s body jumps to obey the order, only—

“but no touchin’ yerself.”

the whine wade lets out is so pathetic and broken, but it only makes logan smile wider, like he knows wade would be a good mutt and follow his command—

jesus. thinking about logan praising him just made him ultra-horny.

wade shuffles on his spot without a word, legs parting even wider to make it easier for himself. he’s so busy squirming at the feeling of the cool air wrapping around his cock that he’s missed you and logan changing positions on the bed—you’re riding logan now, your back to his chest, with logan’s chin hooked on your shoulder as the two of you watch wade.

wade curses underneath his breath when he finally looks up, and it tickles a giggle from you. it quickly peters into a high keen when logan fucks you up the length of his cock before dropping you down, using gravity to sit you snug and stuffed full.

fuck.

wade’s bitten moans spill into the hot space between the three of you, and he wonders: between you and wade, who is logan’s prize?

whose keening desperation is logan watching?

wade humps at nothing, unable to stop himself anymore. he times it with logan’s manhandling of your body—thrusting up when logan grasps at the back of your thighs to lift you up from his cock; then pressing back down on the couch when logan drops you back to engulf the entirety of his length.

wade’s not even embarrassed to admit that it doesn’t even take a while before his whole body is locking, pleasure and desperation mixing like a vice to grip at his body.

his orgasm builds—

“cum f’me, wade,” logan sings, sounding so utterly soft like he’s not in control of both you and wade’s pleasures, but wade has always been logan’s good boy. always been desperate for logan. always—

his orgasm rips him apart—that is the only way wade can explain it.

it wracks his body with unimaginable tremors, like wade’s body is undergoing its own earthquake. he nearly blacks out at the pleasure, and it should be embarrassing—it will be, later when logan’s cock is in his throat and your strap is fucking wade’s hold, and the two of you are murmuring how wade is your precious and desperate little cum slut—but right now, he basks in the pleasure and the pride shining in logan’s eyes.

jesus fuck. that was good.

biting a rock bcuz this one rlly had me sweating like mmmmy god

im so sorry if this is bad 😣 wrote this while walkin’ around the mall so it might be choppy n clipped in some parts GAH

wade gets a turn (somewhat)

[petrifleur]

pairing: fushiguro toji x reader prompt: 41. morning sex

contains: established relationship, afab reader, reader works night shifts, very VERY self indulgent, pet names (darling, baby), scent kink-ish (it's barely there), toji is CHUBBY and HAIRY, dry humping, nipple play, light choking, cockwarming, sub-ish toji; word count: 1.4k

author's note: totally not based off of my own neediness after night shift huhuhu >:3 thank you to @stopisa for proofreading! <3

please read my rules before interacting! minors, ageless / blank blogs will be blocked!

the sunrise was your companion on the drive home from night shift. toji was fast asleep you were sure, seeing as he never responded to your good morning text. you sang along to whatever the radio played, just wanting to get home to your teddy bear of a partner and fall asleep in his arms.

parking your car in its usual spot, you fished out your keys from the bag and made your way to your home. thankfully, the ride was as uneventful as the shift itself but you were glad to be home nonetheless.

the door to your apartment clicked shut and you were greeted by darkness and the very faint sound of white noise that your boyfriend puts on to sleep. you smiled, taking off your coat and shoes and feeling the weight of work lifted if your shoulders. you quietly made your way to the bedroom to see toji in all his glory sprawled out on the bed.

the blanket was pushed off (he gets hot during the night), only covering one leg. the rest of him was out for you to ogle and how could you not?

his face was utterly relaxed, long lashes draping over his slightly flushed cheeks. his hair was tousled, some strands covering his face just slightly. his plush lips were parted, the quietest snores coming out.

his tan skin had the lightest sheen to it, his face looking so peaceful while his soft chest gently rose and fell. you followed the hair down his pudgy belly to the waistband of his boxers. they were getting a bit tight, digging into his hips and thighs and accentuating his bulge even more than usual.

one of toji’s arms was stretched to your side of the bed while the other was gently resting on his tummy, moving with the ebb and flow of hiss breath. his fat thighs were spread, tiny marks from your last encounter still littered across his skin.

in short, he looked delicious.

bringing your attention back up slowly, you noticed a little wet patch in front of his boxers, along with the tiniest twitch. you smiled to yourself, a dull heat forming between your legs as you undressed down to your underwear. you threw on one of toji’s worn shirts and made your way to the bed. you watched as his hips rolled upwards and the most beautiful submissive noises escaped. ones that were only reserved for the one he felt safest with. you.

you felt your hole clench around nothing as his hips continued gyrating, his noises growing in variance and volume.

was he having a wet dream?

the corners of your mouth quirked upwards as you slowly got into bed, the mattress dipping underneath your weight. he quieted down just a hair, his body moving on instinct towards you. straddling his hips, he levelled himself on his own. you leaned down to gently kiss his scar, then his warm cheek, watching the eyes behind his lids dance back and forth. leaning down even further, you pressed your nose against his neck, inhaling deeply. he smelled so comforting, wafts of his perfume, his musk and something that was just so uniquely him.

his hands found your hips on their own and his lashes fluttered open while his hips bucked up against your heat.

“g’mornin’ baby,” his groggy morning voice reached your ears and eliciting goosebumps from you. you murmured “morning” against his warm skin. “sleep well?” you teased, sitting upright. toji let out a stifled moan as the full weight of your clothed cunt covered his cock. you felt him twitch underneath you and tauntingly rolled your hips against him with a low whine.

“mhm,” he hummed, a smirk pulling at his mouth, “was right about t’cum when you woke me.” his grip on your hips tightened more the faster your pussy rubbed against him.

“oh, did i blueball you, my sweet boyfriend?” you giggled, putting your hands on his chest for leverage but not before pinching his sensitive nipples. you bounced a little when his hips bucked up harshly at the ministration.

“h-hey!” he exclaimed, a pout on his pretty lips, “don't be a meanie, darlin’.”

you ground down against him harsher, pinching his nipples again and relishing in the beautiful, high-pitched moan that left his lips and the way his eyes screwed shut. “am i a meanie? oh, but i know you're secretly enjoying this, you pervert,” you taunted. leaning forward, you captured his lips in a feverish kiss. he licked along the seam of your lips with an affirmative hum. you opened your lips and felt him say a low “that, i do, baby” before his tongue slid against yours. it was hot and wet and you sucked on it with a whine as his groan was swallowed by you.

the only sounds to be heard were your whimpers, toji’s low grunts and your lips smacking against each other. your hips were rutting against one another, creating such delicious friction that your head was starting to spin from arousal. your hand snaked up his fuzzy chest, fingers wrapping around his thick neck before you parted with a gasp and a tiny string of spit connecting you two. toji grinned, showing his canines like a dog before sliding a hand under your shirt to pinch your nipple. “but only for you,” he murmured, pressing slick kisses against your jaw.

you let out a gasp, suddenly feeling even hotter under your collar. you sat upright again, one hand still around his neck and the other flicking his hardened bud. he let out a raspy groan yet again, eyes screwing shut tightly. when he looked back up at you, you swore you could see hearts forming in his blown pupils.

the pace of your hips picked up, fully fucking yourself against his length now. the red tip of his cock started peeking out of his waistband at this point, leaking pathetically onto his lower tummy. “fuck, t-toji,” you whispered, feeling your orgasm approach so rapidly, it made your vision blur. your fingers tightened around his neck subconsciously and he let out a gasp before grinning.

“c’mon, darlin’. squeeze a little tighter and cum for me,” he murmured, his hand engulfing yours and pressing your fingers down harder. you felt him twitch and leak even more as you did so, your eyes losing focus as you felt the ecstasy of your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

your pussy gushed around nothing and as the added heat hit toji’s cock, he ground up against you even harder and came just as you were coming down from your high. he painted his lower belly white, some spurts even reach up to his chest and he cursed as you played with his rosy buds to prolong his high.

god, toji loved it when you used him like a toy for your own pleasure.

you both came down with heavy breaths, drool escaping your mouths as you watched each other, faces flushed and bodies spent. you felt a giggle erupt from your chest and a warm chuckle shaking through your boyfriend.

a quiet wet smack was heard when you lifted yourself up with a pained groan and collapsed beside his warm body. toji grunted as he took off his boxers to wipe himself down before turning to you. he hooked his fingers into your underwear to pull them down.

you winced as the cool air hit your exposed cunt before skittering underneath the blanket he offered. your legs tangled and your hips were flush against his as you rested your head against his chest and a quiet gasp escaped your lips as you felt his erection press against your weeping hole. how was he hard again so soon?

“c’mon baby, keep me warm, yeah?” he murmured against the top of your head before pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. he easily slipped inside, his cock twitching once, twice. you wiggled your hips against him with a whimper, which earned you a smack against your ass and a low chuckle from your partner. “y’can use me as much as you want later, but we gotta sleep first,” he mumbled sleepily and you felt your eyelids grow heavy. with the steady ba-dump, ba-dump of toji’s heart against your ear and his large hand rubbing your back soothingly, you felt yourself drifting off to a restful sleep.

let's just say, toji loved it when you had night shift.

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[scruus]

★ [ 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 ]

✎: sub afab xavier x dom gn amab reader notes: pornography, horny xavier, somnophilia, dubcon(?), one mention of “mommy”

author talks: this is a VERY belated birthday gift to @starfallforest and also my debut in the lads fandom. ash is here to provide subby lads content

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There are two things that Xavier loves the most in the world.

One. Sleeping.

And two, you.

So what should a guy do when his lover isn’t present beside him and he is obviously very horny and not able to sleep?

Watch some “educational” videos on a certain website. And it wasn’t really a shock when his hands hovered over a specific category on that website. That which had the tag of ‘somnophilia’.

Xavier bit his lip in curiosity, and clicked on it. And everyone knows, curiosity killed the cat.

The video started in a dimly lit room, an atmosphere set in the space which seemed to pull in xavier through his laptop. There was a figure splayed on the bed, bedsheets crumpled beneath the body and as the video continued, Xavier could decipher the silent body resembling that of a sleeping man.

He looked at peace. Wearing a fluffy white sweatshirt and black shorts that gave off the appearance of actually nothing underneath his top. Soon a rustling was heard and another figure began to move into the view of the camera.

They were dressed in black jeans and a white button-up but for some reason, their face was hidden behind a mask, concealing the upper portion of their face. There were slow clicks of heel on the floor as the person walked closer to the bed.

Eyes blown wide and pupils increasing in diameter as Xavier stared at the figure climbing up on the bed unbeknownst to the sleeping boy. The boy mumbles something in his sleep but doesn’t wake up and somehow Xavier could notice a slight smirk on the person’s face and it was enough for a shudder to run through his body.

They take a few minutes to stare at the boy as he sleeps without a care in the world. His sweatshirt was exposing a teeny bit of his pudgy tummy while his legs were splayed open in quite a manner. Almost as if he was presenting himself up to them. Lewd.

Xavier’s breath hitches in his throat when he hears a soft chuckle from the person in the video. Its low and there is a hint of mischief laced in it, almost in a way that she was chuckling at Xavier through the screen. As if threatening him. Some kind of danger was surrounding the vulnerable man and it made Xavier’s core throb at the idea of being in a position to similar him.

The figure silently laid beside him, their face inches away from the snoozing boy. Suddenly, their hand crept up in the vision and it loitered teasingly around his groin. The shorts were not helping in any manner to conceal the boy’s cunt by the way it tightly hugged his pelvis.

Slowly, they moved their hand to his clothed cunt. Their fingers began rubbing him through the fabric, steady and firm. A sharp inhale from the boy was caught by the microphone, signifying that he was feeling something. And it was all it took for the person to stimulate him while he continued to sleep.

“What a pretty pretty boy”, the person uttered in a husky tone and Xavier bit his lip in response. Maybe stopping himself from reacting to their voice. Their actions. It felt so weird. Like it was doing something to him. The way he was twisting and moving in his seat, fingers playing with the hem of his own sweatshirt and his thighs rubbing together.

As much as he was trying to ignore it, there was a throbbing down there.

As they continued to rub the man through his shorts, there were a few instances of him eliciting a whimper or maybe a mumbled moan but he didn't wake up. Not once did he wake up. A wet patch was forming on the cloth where the masked person was fiddling their fingers across his crotch, treating him as a cute plaything.

And then they stopped, making Xavier furrow his eyebrows in concern.

“Its enough”, they muttered, a rush in their voice, as they shuffled on the bed, this time sitting upright on it. Xavier watched with bated breath and a flushed face as they ripped a hole in the man’s shorts with their bare hands. “Oh fuck~”, Xavier moaned at the view in front of him.

The view of the boy’s cunt being on display with slick dripping down. It all looked so erotic and Xavier was getting lightheaded with how the person began to spread the boy’s pussy lips apart, letting the viewers enjoy a glimpse. “Such a pretty pussy”, Xavier’s own hand inched down to his pants at their voice. “So pretty and wet….all for me”, they muttered in glee and Xavier could just hum in response. Deluding himself with the idea that they were talking to him. Calling his own pussy pretty and cute, and it took all of Xavier’s strength to not plunge a finger inside him right then and there.

A dazed look had taken over Xavier’s eyes as he followed the path of the person’s fingers dancing around the guy’s cunt but not quite entering him. It was almost frustrating to look at, as if they were putting on a show for everyone. Boasting to everyone that they are the only one who can do whatever the fuck they want with him and you all are just poor witnesses to it.

Their eyes suddenly darted to the camera and Xavier jerked in his seat. Gleaming with a look of authority, their eyes conveyed a simple message without even speaking.

“Just sit and watch”

And Xavier couldn’t do anything but helplessly obey the figure on the screen, nodding in response to their stare.

They give one small smile to the camera before suddenly inserting their middle finger in the boy’s pussy. “mhmm”, a low whine was heard from the sleeping boy. Small huffs and pants left his mouth as the person continued to leisurely run their fingers inside his hole, opening him up bit by bit. Just a little later, they introduced another finger inside him and god he sounded needy.

Two fingers in and he was already breaking in their hands.

Xavier had a hard time controlling himself back. His chest heaved up and down while his hands were clenched into fists, holding himself back from touching him.

“My boy, my pretty baby boy”, their voice was dripping with love as their hand ran an assault on his pussy. The other roamed his body, touching his thigh, then his hips then his tummy. It all felt so intimate and Xavier felt like a pervert peeking into a couple’s love life.

The boy’s body twisted and squirmed on the bed, maybe running away from their fingers or perhaps involuntarily fucking his own body on it. No one knows. But one thing was evident. It was all so fucking hot.

The figure abruptly stopped their movements and so did the little voices coming from the boy underneath. His dozing self breathing in deep inhales, trying to calm itself. Taking their fingers out, a sound could be heard. Xavier didn’t quite catch it at first with how focused he was at controlling himself but the moment he realized what it was, a trembling whimper escaped his lips.

The same fingers that were fucking the man’s cunt now were wrapped around their cock. Long and painfully hard, almost as if it would burst. The masked person hissed as they stroked themselves in slow, long strokes, trying to lube it up with the fluid of their lover.

“Oh shit”, out came a moan as they rubbed the tip of their dick on his wet folds, the man beneath still unaware of what will be coming next. He looked so cute, so blissed out in his dream world that it almost felt a bit bad when a strangled moan was heard the moment their dick was pumped to the base inside his hole, stretching him out.

The boy’s hands scattered to hold the figure’s shirt, nails tightly clenching on their shoulders. “A-ahn mmh?”, the boy whimpered as the figure slowly continued to move their body, rubbing their dick along the walls of his gummy cavern. Confused and panicked, his moans grew desperate.

Small “ah ah ah”s from the boy’s lips sounded heavenly to Xavier’s ears. Would he also sound like that if you fucked him? Like a rabbit caught in a bunny trap with nowhere to go. All alone and read to be feasted on. The only solution? Succumb to the wolf in front of him.

Xavier’s mind was a battlefield as he fought the urge to rub his own dripping cunt from his sweatpants. He was sure his panties were already stained with slick. His brain feels foggy and there’s a weird twist in his abdomen. So pathetic.

“F-faster momma”, Xavier’s heart is caught in his throat as he hears the vulgarity spilling from the boy behind the screen. Its physically hurting him. Like suffocation straining his chest because he needs you really really bad, right now.

“Xavi!!”, your chirpy voice was like an alarm blaring in his mind. It all happened so fast that poor Xavier barely knew how to react and so there you stood in his room. A bag of his favorite snacks in one hand and the expression of shock painting your face.

“I-I wait I can explain-“, Xavier’s hurried words came to a halt as your eyes switched from the screen to his own, a dark glint in your eyes.

Prey.

Thats what he felt like as your stare continued to break through him. A sense of helplessness and insatiable desperation taking over him as you slowly walked over to his seated body, towering over.

Your eyes scanned his face. A red flush coating his cheeks, a few tiny droplets of sweat on his temples which led to his bangs being stuck and a very visible dark stain on his sweatpants. Fuck, he looked so pretty looking up at you like that. So pretty to ruin and mess up.

“You liked the video?”, you said as your palm rested on his face, the temperature difference evidently felt along your palm of contact. His immediate reaction was to lean into your touch, why would he not? Its you. The light of his life.

As doe eyes continued to stare into your own, Xavier silently nodded in response to your question. Oh astra, you thought, give me the power to control myself. Your hands drifted across his face, your fingers finally setting on his lips. Pink, wet and partially bruised. Giving them a slight pull, a shuddering breath was felt on your hand.

“Want to film another one then baby?”, and there was it. The damn fucking smirk which he saw in the camera. The same one which makes him all hot and bothered and needy because now he just wants your hands all over him. Want you - no need you to kiss him like you would devour his soul. Need you to fuck him just like you did last night in the video.

“Mhmm”, he whines through pursed lips and thats all the cue you require before you start kissing him, all sloppy and desperate.

Good to say your next video reached another hundred thousand views.

[ink-n-shadow]

BORED? HERE'S MY THIGH

𝜗𝜚 the one where you're bored and john's watching footy

𝜗𝜚 pairing: john price x gn!reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), thighriding, subtle dom/sub dynamics, brief dirty talk, use of 'pet' as a petname (but no explicit pet play), fingers in mouths

john knows as soon as you clamber up into his lap with just one of his raggedy t-shirts on and nothing else that you're up to something. sure, you play it off by sleepily nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck, but john can feel the sticky heat emanating from between your thighs.

“thought ya didn’t wanna watch footy w'me, sweetheart,” john mumbles lowly into your hair and presses a gentle kiss behind your ear, body relaxing comfortably into the leather of his recliner as the weight of your body comes to rest completely against him.

a snorted laugh leaves his chest at the breathy jumble of words you offer in response, one hand coming up to curl around your waist at the way your hips wiggle side to side to wedge one of his thick thighs directly between yours. once you settled yourself down on his thigh, that's when he noticed the sticky mess that waited for him between your thighs—'course you weren't wearin' underwear.

john bounces his leg up in a feigned attempt to sit up straighter in the recliner, smirking at the choked mewl that leaves your lips and shushing you with a hand cradling the back of your head.

“easy, pet. just relax fer me. c’mon—sit down on my thigh,” john croons sweetly in your ear, using the hand he has perched on your hip to ease your hips back down until your bare arousal is flush against the warm, hairy skin of his thick thigh. “take what ya need, sweetheart.”

which leads to you rutting eagerly against the pudgy corded muscle branching up john's thigh, hiding your teary face into the crook of his neck to avoid the humiliation crawling up your spine. sure, hiding away in the crook of john's neck let you avoid his the condescending cock of his brow and the mocking pout he gives you, but it doesn't do anything to stop the absolute filth from pouring out of his mouth. it doesn't stop his hands from slithering up your oversized t-shirt, the calloused tips of his fingers immediately finding your peaked nipples and groping the flesh there.

"if ya needed me t' fuck ya, could've just asked me, y'know?" john mutters with a few clicks of his tongue as he uses one hand to push the hem of your shirt up and over your head, exposing more of your now naked skin and giving him more places to sink his teeth and nails into. “all y’had to do was say please—would’ve filled you up ‘til you were leakin’.”

and when you're a blubbering mess in the crook of his neck, warbling out broken apologies and begging for john to just go ahead and fuck his cock into you, he’s hushing you by shoving his middle and ring finger between your teeth, nestling them at the back of your tongue. he uses the other hand to grip at the flesh of your asscheek, pinching and dimpling the fat between his fingers in an attempt to get your hips to move quicker.

“shhh, shhh—y’ made your choice now, pet,” john explains to you slowly so your melting brain might be able to comprehend. “keep goin’, then. m’not gonna play with ya ‘til yer cummin’ all over me.”

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[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Dom!Steddie x Sub!Reader | Includes: threesome, anal, monstercockSteve™, oral (f receiving) masturbation, spit, piss, praise, degradation | I don’t know what happened; I was jotting down a thought, my finger slipped, and this ended up in my notes app at 3 AM…

Eddie’s fingers are on your ass, keeping your cheeks spread wide, his breath blowing cool against your lips when he says, “Go on, baby. Sit down.”

He makes his request sound so effortless when in reality, taking Steve Harrington’s cock up your ass is anything but easy. You wiggle your hips, carefully sinking over Steve’s tip…the wet squelch of lube and Steve’s grunt of pleasure, his hot breath on your back, making your clit throb.

Eddie’s cock is in his hand, slicked with lube as he fucks himself…watching you slowly impale yourself on Steve’s monster of a cock… Your tight little asshole has somehow managed to swallow his tip, but Eddie knows you can do better. He strokes the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, pulling it downward gently and spitting into your mouth. You swallow obediently for Eddie, even as you’re being split in half by another man’s cock. “That’s a good girl,” Eddie murmurs with a grin. “I knew you’d take whatever I give you.”

Eddie looks over your shoulder to meet Steve’s eyes as he strokes himself. “Right now, I’m giving you Steve’s cock,” Eddie says. “So be a good girl, and fucking take it.”

Steve’s big hands leave your hips for a moment. You hear him uncapping the bottle of lube, and seconds later, a generous amount of the slippery liquid lands between your ass cheeks. Steve tosses the bottle aside, his hands returning to your hips…he gently guides you up and down on his cock, slowly pumping your ass full of the added lube. Everything is much smoother now; the friction is gone. You’re able to sink further down Steve’s shaft, till you’re sitting on his lap, his massive cock buried inside your ass.

The look of pride and wonder on Eddie’s face has you beaming, any previous discomfort completely forgotten, eclipsed by the high of knowing you’ve pleased him. Steve is on a high of his own, his head dipped back, not moving his hips at all. He’s basking in the grip of the tightest hole he’s ever filled. His hands are still on your hips, squeezing the pudgy meat of your upper thighs. Eddie is positioned across from you and Steve, his cock pointed at your tits as he jerks it.

Eddie leans forward, bending slightly at the knees so he can rub the tip of his dick against your clit. You shiver as his skin meets yours. Eddie’s plump tip is slick with a mix of lube and precum. He rubs himself around your clit in slow circles, dipping his tip between your lips, spreading them apart purely for his own amusement. You begin to whine, a pitiful, pathetic little plea that strokes Eddie’s already-inflated ego.

“Awwww,” he coos condescendingly. “Is it because I’m not playing with your little clit anymore? Poor baby.” Eddie spanks his cock against your clit, making you buck on top of Steve, a low groan leaving you both. Eddie kneels in front of you and presses his mouth into your cunt. The sounds you make are absolutely primal, desperate grunts of pleasure and pain, as Eddie eats you mercilessly, sucking your clit so hard it’s swelling between his lips.

He jerks himself to climax while eating you, spilling his release on the floor between your feet and Steve’s. Eddie sits down across from the two of you, admiring his work…the way you’re an absolutely fucked-out mess already…your head fallen back against Steve’s shoulder, lips parted, eyes rolled back inside your head. Steve’s hands are groping all over you, the curves of your stomach, the swell of your breasts, one hand settling around your throat as he plants hot, open kisses against your neck. His thrusts are gentle at first, making sure you’re comfortable, building to a point where he’s drilling you raw. Eddie is intoxicated by the view in front of him, the way you bounce like a puppet on Steve’s cock, his big hand clamped over your throat holding you in place like a collar, like he fucking owns you.

And a girl like you should be owned, Eddie thinks to himself, should know she’s loved and protected and safe with her men. You have their complete trust, and they have yours.

So when Eddie decides to relieve himself on your pussy, you don’t object at all. It fucking gets you off, watching Eddie stride over to you, stand between Steve’s knees and aim his cock at your pussy…a hot stream of piss emptying onto your clit and trickling between your lips…joining his cum on the floor with a loud spatter, making an absolute fucking mess… And Steve is so busy splitting your ass in two, he doesn’t even register what’s going on… When he does, when Steve realizes that Eddie just pissed all over you, it’s so fucking filthy that Steve comes immediately. He pumps your ass full to the brim, overfilling you till semen is oozing out of your hole and onto Steve’s lap.

Eddie grabs two towels, tosses one on the ground over his piss and cum, and hands the other to Steve. Taking your hands in his, Eddie helps you slowly work your way off of Steve’s dick, while Steve cleans up the mess left behind on his lap. The three of you stagger to the shower, clean up, then fall into bed for the deepest sleep of your lives…

[thegnomelord]

me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

-❀

Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

[ipegchangbin]

— honey, changbin.

🏷️ sub!changbin, dom!gn!reader, dry humping, he’s delirious

the room feels hotter than it is. the friction between his thighs slotted between yours, his palms planted on your own with fingers intertwined, the sweat rolling down your still-clothed bodies; it’s all much. changbin continues to rock his hips closer and closer to your crotch, desperation showering over him.

“my honey,” you say. you kiss him as he moans.

for whatever reason, changbin melts at that term of endearment. he’s your honey, as sweet as can be. he’s a bear and a bee, soft and fuzzy and warm, but you make him feel like a bruin and a wasp under your fiery touch.

you tighten your grasp on his hands, caging his strong yet pudgy fingers in yours. you lean into his ear and whisper quiet moans, teasing him as he desperately ruts harder and harder onto you.

the fabric between your parts and his is incredibly annoying, frustrating changbin to the point that he could rip it all off to love you better — but he doesn’t. he could, but he also can’t, restrained by nothing but his own weakness. he just can’t do any of that when you’re right there.

it’s interesting how you soothe him and drive him crazy at the same time. depriving him of his needs while giving him more for his emotions to feast on. his mind is mush, spiraling in nothing but thoughts of loving you, wanting you, obsessing over you.

before he knows it, he’s drooling into the crook of your neck. it somehow isn’t gross when he looks so out of it, eyes glassy and distant, lips dripping and pouty.

“honey,” you call, the name sliding out of your mouth with a velvety tone. “honey, you’re doing good.”

“want you,” he begs, “need you.”

“my honey has to be patient,” you coo. your sly hands slip out of his fingers and find both his cheek and his hip.

changbin sips a bit of his drool back but your thumb prods his mouth agape. he shivers at your gesture, but it worsens into a full-body jerk when you force him to meet eyes with you. the other hand sinks deep into his body, pain and pleasure pulsing through his thick denim jeans. he’ll never know how you manage to do this.

“please…” he’s whining at this point, eyebrows lifted upwards while his skin flushes under your touch. “i-i need you so bad…been craving you, honey…”

you won’t admit, but you love being his honey too.

unfortunately for him, you’re spicy flavored with a dense texture that he’ll have to fight the combs for.

“what about patience, hmm? can’t you wait to be touched?”

he lets out a whimper akin to that of a panicked bunny. it’s not a good noise, but god, the guilty pleasure of relishing in it overrides your system as you spank his hip and asscheek. seems you’re impatient too, but he catches none of it and whimpers louder instead.

he starts drooling again while nuzzling his face into your palm. his lower body movements start jittering, the slow and whole thrusts turning into impossibly more desperate flicks of his hips up and down. changbin’s cock strains painfully against his pants, the tent of his length only bulging out more and more.

it must hurt, but you don’t stop teasing.

“how about we cum like this? just like this? then i’ll let you touch me?”

he replies immediately with shut eyes, nodding his head down, along with a desperate string of “please, please, please!” and you’ll never forget how his body tenses to the point it almost collapses on you.

quivering yourself, you guide his hips with your hand snaked over his plump ass to keep thrusting against you. you can’t deny how your body reacts as well, rocking your own lower half to match the pace you set. changbin’s head falls to your shoulder, prompting you to hug his upper body by the shoulder blades to support the poor boy.

“oh, honey,” you moan. maybe the pleasure spike leaves you fighting desperation as well, but the shakiness in your voice sends changbin’s mind ablaze.

he starts moaning your name like an uncontrollable barking dog. he growls but also mewls, rutting his crotch so close to yours that he could almost feel your heat under all the thick fabric setting you both apart.

changbin’s eyes are crystals with the way his tears coat them. he pulls his head back to crash his lips against yours in an attempt to mute himself. it doesn’t work as he moans “honey, honey, honey” all into your mouth. the hot breaths give you both goosebumps.

closing in on a climax, you feel him weakening in your arms; you figure to continue thrusting yourself onto him as your legs cage him by the hips again.

your minds are hazy, but his is clouded in a horny fog. he loves you, loves you to the point that you’re the only one he thinks about. you’re his but he is entirely yours. he doesn’t mind being toyed with as long as you were playing with him, but best of all, he loves you because you play fair with him. you always do, and he loves that you love him.

even if the clothes feel so fucking unfair right now.

and changbin’s desperation turns into something worse. he loves you, so much that he wants to get fucked by you. he loves you and he wants to see the most breathtaking body that he’s always loved. he loves you and your name is now a mantra in his head. he loves you and his cock burns so much with need that he could simply throw his shirt away and rip his pants with an unbridled strength, but again, he can’t.

a loud whine escapes his throat as he stills in place, ass clenching as he feels an uncomfortable fire beneath his skin. he’s about to cum, but he’s never literally finished like this, hovering over you, about to dirty his own pants.

but for a split second, you meet eyes, and you look at him so sweetly that he stops holding back.

he finishes while hugging you, only to feel your orgasm wash over him as well.

a beat of silence passes. the only noises that full the air are heavy breaths and panting between you two. the embrace you share is warm, so incredibly warm.

but changbin’s still hard. you’re still energized.

you push him off your body with a strength you never knew you had, rolling him over and pinning him down onto the mattress.

lips smack, hands hold each other again, only to reach desperately for your own shirt until it’s lifted swiftly off your sweating body.

you unbutton his jeans with a single feral snap, sliding his zipper down a split second later.

you’re craving the sweetness. maybe you’re the impatient one.

“good boy. now let me pamper my honey.”

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Turn Off Your Phone (Hitoshi x Black!F!Reader 18+ One Shot) [REQUEST FILL]

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader (Married Couple/Dom x sub Dynamic)

Synopsis: In which Hitoshi gets tired of not being the center of your attention and forces you to put your damn phone down.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Dom!Hitoshi/sub!Reader; Husband!Hitoshi/wife!Reader; Pro!Reader; Aged Up!Hitoshi (he’s in his late 20s-early 30s); Dom/sub Dynamics; BDSM; Consensual Hypnosis; Dubcon; Bondage; Oral (Giving & Receiving); 69ing; Facefuck; Riding; Doggystyle; Reader Cums 3x; Dumbification; Cum Drunk!Reader; Cunnilingus; Spanking; Hair-Pulling; Unprotected PIV; Creampie; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you! 

Writer’s Note: This is a request by @dance-to-mythoughts-blog that was sent soooo long ago & I just managed to get to. I’m so sorry for the long wait! School & work literally became my entire summer, so I barely had much time to write. I hope you enjoy this regardless! -Jazz 🩷🩷🩷

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“Turn your phone off.”

You turn over to look at your husband, dazed and confused from scrolling through Pinterest. He is lying down next to you, in a tank top and boxers that do nothing to hide the muscles straining against the fabric. And he doesn’t look happy.

Sensing his irked tone, you slowly turn over in your cami that sticks to your soft, pudgy form and teeny-tiny shots dedicated to Hitoshi, his pro hero name printed across the back in bedazzled letters. “Excuse me?” you scoff.

You want to think you’re just hard at hearing or that your brain is muddled from the past few days at work. You work alongside Hitoshi as a pro hero, kicking ass, taking names, and sitting through boring meetings fantasizing about your hubby bending you over a table.

You love working with him, mostly because of how respectful he is towards you. You are more than just his wife when you work together. You’re equals. Hero to hero. He respects your intelligence and skills, allows you to use your voice…which is why you can’t understand why he’s talking to you like you’re a goddamn child now.

He glares at you, his handsome face written with irritation and his scarred lips pressed into a thin line. ”I said. Turn your fuckin’ phone off. You’ve been on that thing all day instead of on me.”

You sit up and place your phone in your lap for the first time in hours since he got home from your morning shift at the agency, much to Hitoshi’s joy. His shift is overnight patrolling which starts in an hour and he’s still here arguing with you.

“And that’s my fault?” You sharply ask. “We have a very demanding job, Shinso. This whole day, our team has been blowin’ us up about meetings, reports, villain sightings, and other bullshit.”

Hitoshi sits up too, on the same time as you are apparently.

“Yeah,” he replies, “but you’re not at work anymore. You’re here with me scrollin’ through Pinterest.”

He nods down at your screen showing one of your Pinterest mood boards that you’ve recently become obsessed with making. ”I have about eight hours till I have to get up and be back at work,” you argue, referring to your 5AM shift tomorrow at the agency. “Morning patrols. And you know my social media time relaxes me!”

And you’re not lying. An hour of scrolling through social media, watching YouTube, and online window shopping does relax you after a long work day. But Hitoshi begs to differ. When your phone suddenly dings with a notification, you go to check it, but your husband stops you by placing a hand on your thigh.

“I can’t relax you more?” He asks. He looks up at you with those damn violet eyes that always seem to melt you other than that handsome face, cropped lavender hair, and those muscles.

And his touch…it’s like you immediately lose all bodily functions when he touches your skin. And he knows that because his fingers, ringed and tatted at the knuckle, slink farther up your thigh to squeeze the soft flesh there. You ignore the way his calloused palms feel on your heated skin and scoot away from him.

“I’m not arguing with you tonight,” you sigh, swatting his hand away when he attempts to smack your ass. “Besides, don’t you have to get dressed soon and head into work which requires you to be on your phone just like me?”

You didn’t mean for it to come out as argumentative as it did, but it’s too late. As soon as Hitoshi hears the edge in your voice, his eyes darken and his brows narrow. Aw, shit.

“Yeah, and I’d rather spend my last hour of freedom with you.”

Your phone dings again, but the lavender-haired pro shoots across the bed and snatches it from you before you can check in. ”Gimme this,” he growls.

“Hey!” You snap. You go to grab it back, but Hitoshi is so tall, even when you’re both sitting, that all he has to do is hold it away from you and you can’t reach it. “Shinso, stop! Gimme back my phone!”

You try to stand up on the bed to reach over him, but he puts your phone on the bedside table before grabbing your ankles. You shriek, feeling the soft cushion of the mattress leave your feet as you find yourself falling backward in the air. Before you can hit the bed, Hitoshi quickly flips you both so he is underneath you.

He hits the mattress first while you’re wrapped up in his arms, your plush, soft body pressed against his harder, toner one. Your hands press against his hard chest, secretly indulging in the hard planes of his abs and shoulders.

Your husband stares up at you through long lashes, molten lust in his gaze. “Not until I get some attention…or do I have to use more persuasion?” His hands move down to grab on your ass while his lips toy with your neck.

You softly moan as soon as his lips touch your skin, his kisses tinged with the slight sharpness of his teeth as he nibbles on your collarbone. As he does this, your phone dings again.

“Shinso, c’mon,” you whine. “It’s a text. I have to answer it.”

You try to push off of him, but he stops you by suddenly rolling on top of you, trapping you beneath his big body. His knee wedges between your warm, plushy thighs, pressing right against your crotch…which is the last place you want anything of his right now.

“Mina can fuckin’ wait. You can tell her later that you were busy gettin’ put in the mattress by your one and only.” He gives you a smirk before pressing his lips to yours in a wanton, rough kiss that leaves you breathless.

You absolutely love his kisses. You love it when he teasingly nibbles along your bottom lip, pulling on it a bit before letting it pop back into place. You love the way his tongue slips out to swirl against yours, sharing spit and drawing the most desperate sounds out of you. You love the way he grinds his hips into yours as if he can’t wait to be inside of you.

As he does all of this to completely turn you to mush, just the way he likes, your phone continues to ring. Hitoshi pulls away, drawing a line of saliva with him that connects to your bottom lips. He then pulls your top up to reveal your soft, juicy breasts and hardened nipples.

You gasp as he leans down to begin caressing and showing your titties some love, sucking and tugging on the nipples with his teeth. “‘Toshi,” you moan. “Baby, no, we don’t have time.” Your hands raise to push him away, but they just tangle in his short, lavender locks.

His violet eyes flick up to meet yours as he pops one of your nipples out of his mouth. “We’ve got more than enough time. Just shut up and let your man take care of you.” He continues his pleasurable assault on your tits just as your phone begins ringing, filling the bedroom with the sound of ‘The Boy is Mine’ by Brandy and Monica.

“I-It’s Mina,” you breathlessly say. You reach one of your pudgy arms out to reach your phone. “I need to—“

“No.” Hitoshi’s voice is firm and not with the bullshit. It shocks you into silence and causes warmth to zip through your belly as it usually does. He looks up at you from your chest, his eyes nailing you to the spot. “What do I have to do to take that damn phone off of your mind? You got any ideas, babydoll?”

He sits up, straddling you and giving you a very nice view of his body and hard cock pressing against his briefs. You instantly feel yourself throb and get wet not just at the sight of the tent in his underwear, but all for the idea he’s got in store for you.

You can tell just what he wants by the smirk playing on his lips and the way his eyes have darkened. He knows you want it too. You need to feel like you’re under his complete and utter control, walking through the fog that he holds your hand in.

Your arm slumps against the bed, defeated. “Fine,” you sigh. “But only for the hour.” Hitoshi gives you a big, sexy smile that turns you on immediately like a light. Immediately, he goes to the bedside and fetches his scarves that he wears with his hero outfit.

They don’t just work nicely for combat when fighting villains. They also make for great restraints. Your heart pounds vigorously and does mini somersaults as you watch Hitoshi mount you and begin tying your wrists to the headboard. His hands move expertly, making the finishing knot tight enough to keep your hands tied but not tight enough to hurt you.

Once he finishes, he sits back and admires his handiwork…and you. “That’s my girl. Just hold still and look at me…thaaat’s it.”

His violet eyes begin to glow, piercing deep into yours as if he is trying to unravel the mysteries of your soul. You allow him to, letting yourself relax under his hypnotizing gaze. It doesn’t take long for your body to loosen and your head to fog as you fall deep under his spell aka his quirk.

Hitoshi only wipes your brain enough to take away the anxiety surrounding not answering or being near your phone and replaces it with him. Only him. When he finishes, you feel as if you’ve just smoked a blunt, your body and mind relaxed.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his eyes searching your face.

You relax against your binds, your muscles like putty. “Good, Daddy,” you reply, your voice breathless and soft. “Really, really good.” A slow, stupid smile stretches across your lips, feeling giddy and at ease.

Hitoshi smiles, immediately stripping off his shirt to reveal his beautiful body and tattoos to you. ”You’re about to feel even better.” And that’s a fucking promise.

Minutes later, you’re naked and your legs are wrapped around Hitoshi’s head as he slurps and sucks on your pussy, his tongue fucking your hole so skillfully that you can’t keep your voice down. “Oh, my God ‘Toshi, yes!” you cry out. “T-That’s so good, ohhh, fuuuck yes!”

You have no consciousness or self control. You can think about nothing but your husband and his mouth making you feel oh-so incredible. He peers at you from between your thighs, his tongue slashing against your clit. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums. “You’re makin’ such pretty sounds for me, babydoll. Keep it up. That’s exactly what I wanna hear.”

His pillowy-soft lips begin to gently suck on your clit over the hood of your pussy lips, sending shivers and sparks of pleasure throughout your body. You tug at your binds, your body unable to keep still from the pleasure. It twists like you’re possessed and your back arches off of the bed as if a demon is being expelled from you.

Only Hitoshi can be the one to release you. Only he can make you so insane like this, damn near seeing heaven’s gates with his lips, tongue, and fingers as he replaces his tongue to flick and rub your clit.

Sloppy sounds begin to drift through the air as his mouth moves faster in an effort to make you explode. It doesn’t take long for that feeling of your peak to near, causing your body to tense. “Oh, shit, I’m cumming!” You gasp. “Fuck, Hitoshi, yes! Please, Daddy, let me cum!”

You know the drill and that’s why you beg. Hitoshi knows that you won’t cum because of his quirk. He has to order you to do so. It’s a little game that you play together and he always wins. So when he finally feels like you’ve had enough, he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juices.

“Cum,” he orders, his voice echoing in your head.

Like a button being pushed to activate something inside of you, your orgasm is triggered and you cum in your husband’s mouth with a choked moan. Hitoshi gladly slurps up what you offer him as your body shakes and thrashes against his mouth, the aftershocks taking over.

Your loud moans die down into soft groans and sighs while Hitoshi hums appreciatively against your pussy. Once your orgasm high fades, he pulls away and licks his lips clean of you. He stares down at you like a starving man and you’re a dessert plate.

“Look at that face,” he chuckles. “You’re so cum drunk, it’s adorable. I bet you want more, right?” You nod, unable to let out nothing but a soft whimper. Your man doesn’t like that.

He takes a handful of your braids and harshly tugs on them, causing you to gasp at the sharp sting. “What was that?” He growls, getting reeeeal close to you. So close that you can smell the mint gum on his breath.

Your stomach flips and your pussy gushes despite the orgasm it just had. You love it when he gets like this. “Yes, Daddy, I want more.” He smiles and presses a soft, chaste kiss to your lips. “That’s my good little kitty. Now come here.”

He unties your wrists and gives you time to recover before flipping you on top of him. You giggle, settling down onto him with your plump ass in his face. His hands come down to smack it, watching it recoil deliciously for him. “You’re just too fuckin’ perfect,” he sighs. “I can’t believe I have to go into work and give up this for an hour.”

He adjusts underneath you so his cock is in your face, only separated by his underwear. “Take me out, baby,” he raspily orders you. You do so, peeling his briefs off of him to reveal his long, thick cock dripping in precum for you.

While you spit on your hands and proceed to stroke him, he begins to eat you out again, flicking his tongue against your overly-sensitive clit. “Hitoshi,” you whimper. “P-Please go slow. M’sensitive.”

SMACK!

He begins to do that ‘thing’ that you like—where his big, fat cock bobs without him using his hands or hips to do it. Your eyes grow big, hypnotized by the lewd movement. “As long as you do a good job suckin’ this cock,” he huskily says. “Think you can do that for me, kitty?”

You look back at him, knowing he loves it when you do that. “Yes, sir.”

Minutes later, you’ve got your throat full of his cock while he plays with your pussy, his fingers gently stroking your clit in semi-circles. You indulge in his delicious sounds and the way his toes curl as you bob your head up and down along his length, taking him in and out of your tight, wet throat.

“Such a good little slut,” he groans. “Your mouth was made for me, baby I swear.” You begin to take him deeper, coaxing him to use your mouth for his pleasure. He catches on immediately. “Oh…you want me to fuck that gorgeous face? Say no more.”

He lifts his hips up and begins thrusting into your mouth, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. You begin to gag along his length, but you never tap out. You take all of him, desperate for more.

“Yeah?” he chuckles. “You like that? This pussy certainly seems to—she’s so wet for me.”

He begins to eat you out, swirling his tongue inside of your wet hole and nudging his nose against your clit. As you indulge in each other and your tastes, the sound of a buzzer suddenly pierces through the air.

Hitoshi’s iPhone alarm. He sets it every morning when he wakes up or before a late shift when he needs to rest beforehand. He doesn’t want to oversleep. You pop off of his cock, catching your breath. “T-Toshi, your phone!” you moan. “You have to get ready!”

But Hitoshi never moves, his voice muffled by your thighs as he continues to eat you out. “Don’t care. Now cum for me.”

And like a puppet on a string, your body does exactly as your man wants it to.

You grind your hips shamelessly into his mouth as you have your second orgasm, pleasure zipping through you as fast as the speed of light. You moan and sob to the ceiling as you cum all over your husband’s waiting mouth, his cock throbbing and pulsing at the sound of your sweet, sexy moans. At some point, his alarm stops and all that fills the air are the sounds of his sloppy pussy-eating and your moans.

You think that Hitoshi will see how exhausted you are as your second orgasm fades. You think he’ll see that this is enough and your pussy can’t take another orgasm…but as usual, you’re wrong.

Hitoshi is a greedy lover. “Nicely done, gorgeous,” he chuckles. “You listen so well to me.” He begins to fuck your hand wrapped around his cock, groaning as he does. “You’ve still got somethin’ to take care before I leave, kitty, don’t you?”

And like an obedient submissive for your Dom, you turn to him and nod. “Yes, Daddy,” you obediently say.

Gently, you lift yourself up with Hitoshi’s cock still in your hand. Slowly, you sit yourself down and take the head inside of the wet, quivering depths of your pussy. You both moan at the sensation, especially as he gets deeper and deeper, sinking inside of you as you sit on it fully.

Desperate and needy, you begin to bounce on his cock. It is slow at first, but gradually, you grow frantic and begin to fully bounce on him, your tits jiggling and your pussy open for him.

Hitoshi grabs your tits and massages them as you bounce on him, watching your ass jiggle and shake as you take his cock.

“That’s. Fucking. It,” he growls, each word punctuated as you come down. “Such a. Good. Fuckin’. Girl!” He wraps a hand around your braids, tugging them back. “You love takin’ this big dick, don’t you? Much better than a phone, right?”

You can’t agree more with that. “God yes!” You practically sob. “Yes, I love it!” Your hips begin to grind as you ride your husband’s dick like you stole the damn thing, pleasure zipping throughout your bones and muscles.

Suddenly, the sounds of your mixed moans and sex are interrupted by your ringtone again. Mina is calling again. You look towards the glowing screen, but Hitoshi stops those thoughts by wrapping a hand around your throat. “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” he growls. “I’m about to break that phone if you keep playin’ with me.”

The phone continues to ring, rudely puncturing the air and ruining the atmosphere. “B-But—“

You squeak as you’re suddenly picked up and placed on all fours on the bed. Face down, ass up. Just the way Hitoshi likes to fuck.

With his cock still inside of you, he grabs your hips and begins to draw himself out of you “Or do you not wanna cum?” he asks. The loss of that feeling sends you spiraling. “‘Toshi, no!” You beg and plead. “Please don’t stop! I’m sorry!”

Hitoshi slides back home inside of you, drawing a loud moan out of both of you. “You’re what?” he firmly asks. “Say it again.” His hips begin to piston in and out of you at a slow but hard pace, stretching your pussy out and abusing your G-spot in the best way possible.

You gasp, moan, and wail into the bedsheets, your hands gripping the sheets in an effort to keep yourself from exploding. “I-I-I’m sorry!” you sob. “I’m so sorry, Daddy!”

Hitoshi places a foot on the bed and begins to fuck you silly, his cock stroking your insides and filling you up over and over again. “Keep sayin’ it,” he demands, his voice low and deep. “Tell me you’re sorry for ignoring me. That you’re sorry for bein’ a little brat all the goddamn time. Say it if you want more of this cock.”

You would say that you’re a cow and can moo if he ordered you to. “I’m sorry, ‘Toshi! I won’t be a brat anymore, I promise! I’ll be your good girl!”

The tears that have begun to prick at your lashes wet your lash line. Hitoshi reaches down to wipe one away, sucking on his finger. Freaky ass bitch. “You are my good girl. You just need to be reminded sometimes.”

He goes faster, harder, drilling your pussy into the bed. “So you’re not gonna be a brat no more? You’re not gonna be in your phone while you should be fucking me, right?”

“No!” you wail. “No, I promise, Daddy, oh, my God, I’m gonna cum!” Your words come out in a rushed, rapid sentence as your moans grow louder and your third orgasm of the night peaks.

“Do it,” Hitoshi growls, his voice deep in your ear and echoing in your head. “Cum for me and I’ll forgive you. C’mon, baby, give it to me. Do it for me.”

His voice and his cock demand you to have your final orgasm of the night. As soon as it hits, it is intense and abrupt. You let out a loud moan of your husband’s name along with a string of sobs as you cum all over his cock. Hitoshi chases his orgasm with yours, your pussy clenching around him and stroking his orgasm out of him.

“I’m gonna cum,” he moans. “Stay right there.” You do as you’re told and stay still even as your pussy quivers and throbs around him, overstimulated by his rough fucking. “Cum for me, husband,” you purr. “I’ll take it all. I always do.”

That is the straw that breaks the camel’s back for Hitoshi. He grabs his arms around you and holds you tight as he cums deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with his spunk. You let out a delirious giggle as he cums, the high of his sex and the orgasms washing over you.

When your dual highs fade and you come down from the clouds, Hitoshi peppers your face and neck in kisses. “My perfect little wife,” he sighs. “My kitty. My good, good girl.”

You shiver and melt at his words and under his lips, feeling his quirk begin to fade. Once it does, Hitoshi lays you down under the sheets and presses himself against you. You curl into him, spooning with him. “That was much better than Pinterest,” you softly say.

Hitoshi’s raspy laugh makes your stomach joyously flip. You tilt your head up to share a kiss with him, but the sound of his alarm stops him. “Ah, shit, I’m late,” he groans. His hand shoots out to slam on his phone screen, stopping the sound.

He turns over to face you, giving you a lazy smirk. “Might as well take my time then.” He kisses you and trails his lips down to your neck, sending goose pimples across your skin. “But what about—“

Your phone rings again and this time, Hitoshi lets you answer it. You moan weakly as he begins to massage one of your breasts, his thumb playing with one of your hardened, brown nipples. “It’s Mina,” you giggle and shush him. He gives you a wink as you answer the phone. “Hi, hon, it’s Y/N.”

“Y/N, hey, I’ve been calling you!” Mina says. “Where’s Hitoshi? I’ve been trying to reach him. We’re supposed to patrol tonight.”

“Pssst.”

Hitoshi motions for you to give him the phone. When you hand it over, he then crooks his finger in a come hither motion towards you, exciting you. ”Yes, sir,” you giggle.

Like a moth to a flame, you draw yourself to him and begin to kiss, touch, and stroke him to your heart’s content while he keeps his voice level on the phone. “Hey, Pinky, it’s me,” he says. “Sorry about the confusion. I got caught up in something.”

That overnight shift never happened, by the way.

THE END.

[dollfacefantasy]

pussy spanking with chris? 💗

yes because chris is like ideal for this. those big, thick hands. like please.

chris redfield x fem!reader

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, pussy spanking, dom/sub dynamics

Chris Redfield had never been an obsessive man. Throughout his life, he'd been across the world, bouncing from one place to the next with whatever agency he worked for at the time. He never put much thought or desire to hang onto one location or one way of working. He didn't let things fester like Leon or Jill did. Shit happened and it was bad, but then it was over and life went on.

The only thing that has ever really transfixed Chris Redfield is you. More specifically, the piece of heaven found between your thighs.

It was beautiful. He could never get enough of it. Sometimes it took him minutes to get to actually eating you out because he could just stare at it, watching his thumb slide up and down the velvet folds.

He loved how wet you got, the pretty color of your flesh, the heady scent that fogged his head up. He craved the taste and could lap at it for hours, long after you had been satisfied. Nothing else gratified him more than watching your hole eagerly suck in his cock. His thick length sinking into you and stretching you out fulfilled the most primal of his needs.

Simply put, your pussy is his prized possession. And that's why he doesn't take kindly to anyone else touching it. Including you.

It'd been a rule between the two of you for a while now, no touching yourself without permission. Normally, you loved it, the extra lack of control giving you a little thrill whenever you thought of it. But today, you were horny. You would've asked Chris, but he'd been on a work call for most of the day, something far less important in your lustful eyes. So you just tried to resolve things yourself. You were pretty sure you could finish before he came back, and he'd be none the wiser.

It's a lucky thing you aren't a gambler though because you were dead wrong about this little bet of yours.

Chris reentered the bedroom just as things were getting good for you, the very moment the flicks of your middle finger were becoming actually pleasurable rather than just tantalizing.

He didn't hesitate to drag you to the edge of the bed and sit down next to you. His muscular arm hooks under your knees and lifts them so that your legs are folded up to your chest. Your poor, dripping pussy is on display, exposed to him and the cool air of the bedroom.

He doesn't say anything at first. His stare remains on you during the silence, letting you bask in your mistake. He drags two fingers through your slick, feeling the level to which you worked yourself up.

"What do you think you were doing, baby?" he asks gruffly.

"None of your business," you say.

"But it is my business," he says, his fingers teasingly prodding at your entrance, "It's my business because you know the rules and you know you have to ask before you touch something that belongs to me."

"It's not my fault you abandoned me for your work," you pout in an attempt to wrangle out of this by guilt tripping.

"Abandoned?" he repeats with a chuckle, "You're so dramatic, honey."

The slap that follows is quick. It's light and lands right on your center. His fingers tap your lips and leave them stinging. You mewl in response and try to squirm, but his grip is strong.

"Try again," he commands.

"I was just playing with myself cause I was bored waiting for you. I didn't even cum," you huff.

Another smack lands. Again, it's on the puffy flesh of your cunt. The hit doesn't strike anything too sensitive, but it's enough pressure to tease the ache. You buck your hips more which draws a chuckle from him before he spanks you again.

"Let's hear it without the excuses this time," he chides.

You groan and tilt your head back dramatically, but that only earns you another fast slap to your cunt.

"I was being bad and breaking a rule," you whine finally.

"Good girl," he coos, "That's better."

His thick digits part your pudgy lips and slide against your swollen clit. The tip presses down and gives you some temporary relief for the throbbing. A pleasurable sigh leaves you as he begins working you back to the release that had been stolen from you.

"I understand why you'd wanna touch yourself, babydoll. I'd play with your pretty pussy every second of the day if I could," he says, "But the rule is the rule, and you know better. Next time you wait for me."

He slaps your cunt again but this time is actually hits your poor, sensitive bundle of nerves. You yelp, sharper than before and arch your back.

"We clear?" he asks, his face remaining unaffected.

"Mhm," you whimper and nod.

"Perfect," he says. His fingers return to toying with your little nub. "I know you like it better when I do it anyways, sweet girl."

[tobbesdiscordkitten]

Guns N’ Roses Fic: Touch Too Much

Summary: You decide to take the lead and become the dominant one in the bedroom, stimulating Duff to the point of no return.

Characters: Duff McKagan and (female) reader.

Pairing(s): Duff McKagan/female reader, Duff McKagan/reader.

Rating: Explicit, 21+

Word Count: 2,034

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, masturbation, forced masturbation, dom/sub, blowjob, and fluff.

A/N: could I request some smut for Duffy duff? Like maybe a sweet night with him then him getting so overstimulated and just keep going and going but in detail, I hope this is okay... mwah mwah ~ requested by anon. Enjoy! 💋

After eating a delicious, homemade meal of corned beef tacos, you and Duff laid in the bedroom, cuddling in each other’s arms.

“Your cooking skills are amazing.” You praised, ruffling his faded blonde locks behind his ear.

“Thanks, baby.” He kissed you on the lips in return. “My father taught me how to make it. It puts a twist on traditional Irish repasts in the family. Just don’t tell my grandfather,” he alerted with a wink. Duff’s grandfather had been long gone, but Duff suspected he was watching over him, in spirit, waiting to scold his ass in Heaven once Duff arrived at the Golden Gates.

You chuckled at his sense of humor. “I loved it. You’ve always been a rebel, even with the way you cook.”

“Thank my dad. Without him, I’d be a goody two-shoes like my grandpa, and I much prefer to be like my old man.”

“You eat better pussy than him?” You asked mischievously, switching up the subject but keeping the theme of food present.

Duff was taken aback by your sudden wit but found it amusing all the same. “You’re a minx, you know that?”

A belt of laughter escaped you as you playfully smacked his arm. “Answer the question!”

He shook his head in disbelief. “My mother’s a silver vixen,” he admitted. “But you’re in my bed which proves I get the best pussy of all.” He leaped forward, pinning you down on the bed, as he blew raspberries against your neck which heightened your arousal and tickled your sensitive flesh.

“Duff! Duff!” You begged, trying to push him away. His tickles were gonna be the death of you.

He smirked and pulled away, leaning his back against the headboard again. “Wimp.”

“I can handle a lot more things than you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

Scooting off the bed, you walked over to the footboard where your suitcase was propped open. Digging through your other clothes, you took out a lingerie outfit and sneaked it into the bathroom, away from Duff’s prying eyes.

“Wimp!” He shouted, proving his point.

“Shut up! You’d have a heart attack if you saw my nude form.”

He scoffed. “Doubt it.”

It didn’t take long to change before you opened the creaking bathroom door, revealing your accentuated figure. You wore a purple corset with black laces; your black panties were covered with a black, ruffled skirt; and your dark purple stockings were attached to the leather garters on your thighs.

Duff gulped. “Damn…” He knew you proved him wrong. He never suspected your body could look that good underneath all the clothing you wore, hiding your perfectly toned, slender legs, your perfectly shaped bosoms pressed together, your snatched waist, and your petite hips that could fool any man’s intentions of wanting to stick his length inside of you. What most didn’t know was you could take anything, big or small.

Taking your time with each, deliberate step, Duff watched in awe as you got closer to him, swaying your hips to the beat of nonexistent music that only played inside of your mind. “You like it?” You asked, spinning around for him. Duff observed the way your small, round ass jiggled.

Fuck, he thought. She has no cellulite, and her skin is soft and smooth like a babe’s. He was convinced you’d stay youthful forever and never age, your boobs would never sag, and your midsection would never lose its form or get pudgy overtime. You were the epitome of perfect and tonight proved it.

“Whats wrong, babe?” You interrupted, knowing full well what he was thinking. “Is it too much?”

“No! No, it’s perfect.” Duff’s mouth felt dry. He needed a glass of water - no. He needed a drink from you to quench his thirst.

Once you approached his side of the bed, Duff extended his arm out to touch your quad, only to have you smack it away. He rubbed his sore hand with his fingers. “Someone’s eager,” you noted. “You’re not allowed to touch.”

“If so, you might as well keep my hands tied.”

“Is that a suggestion or an order, sir?”

“You tell me.” Duff didn’t mind getting dominated by his women. It was thrilling to mix things up since he’s the one who always dominated and pleased others, including you.

“Got any rope?” You questioned, scanning the room for any type of bondage.

“Nope. Axl has all that BDSM shit.”

“Oh? Why don’t you ever borrow his stuff sometime, so we can play with it?”

Duff cringed at the thought. He was uncertain if Axl washed his toys after use. He hoped he did, but just in case if he didn’t, for whatever reason, Duff didn’t want to risk him or his girl getting an infection. “First off, gross. And second, I’d keep forgetting to return it. He’d whip my ass.”

You leaned closer, both your faces a mere few inches apart. “I can help you with the due date, babe.”

He never doubted your intentions for a second. “I’m sure you could, darling.”

“But bondage. Bondage, bondage, bondage, bondage.” You said, clapping your hands each time you mentioned the word. You looked at your suitcase again and an idea dawned on you. “Ooh, got it! You’ll love this.” You pulled out different pairs of your panties, each one sporting a different color, and brought them over for him to see.

“You’re gonna tie my hands with those?”

You shrugged in response. “Why not?”

“That’s the first.”

Using the white pair, you tied his right hand on the headboard while using the black pair for his left hand. “And now…” One more pair remained, a red one. You shoved the material underneath your skirt, near your cunt, sliding it against your wet folds.

Duff spread his legs wide on the bed, allowing his erection to form a tent underneath the sheets. You had such an effect on him - it was incredible.

You moaned as you pleasured yourself, drenching the panties in more of your juices. Then your moans turned obnoxiously loud, on purpose, and Duff couldn’t stand hearing it. He tried pulling his hands away but they wouldn’t budge. He had to remain there and listen and watch your every move, it drove him wild.

Removing the red panties from your pussy, you put the material over his mouth like a mask, looping the waistband over his ears for it to stay. He inhaled your arousal, licking at the wet patch. He couldn’t complain. You tasted so sweet and zesty.

“There.” Jerking away the covers, you saw his dick standing tall, leaking pre-cum. “Seriously?! I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already making a mess!” You admonished.

He apologized but his words got muffled in the material of your underwear.

You smirked, relishing in the complete control you had over him. Unclasping your stocking from the leather garter, you hiked your leg on the edge of the bed, slowly rolling your stocking down, revealing your clear, smooth skin Duff desperately tried to touch earlier. He grunted at the view, licking more of your cream from the panties to appease him. You rolled the stocking back up, clasping it in the garter again. “Fits me like a glove.”

To your surprise, Duff shot cum onto the bed. You didn’t realize how powerful your words could be until now.

Duff groaned as he sank further into the bed, his dick twitching.

“You know, it would be a shame if you kept cumming back for more,” you teased.

He rolled his eyes at the pun.

“Perhaps I could touch you to relieve some of your…impulses.” Picking up a white quill pen from his desk, you ran the feather over his thigh, causing goosebumps appear on his skin. “You like that, don’t you?”

Duff nodded, bucking his hips to indicate he needed the feather on his length.

“I know, baby. I know,” you cooed. “I’m getting there.” You ran the feather over his hip until you stroked his cock up and down with the quill. His breath hitched at the sensation. You continued stroking him, watching his dick grow a few inches taller than before. “Think you can cum again?” You asked.

Duff squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, cumming once more when the feather brushed over the head of his cock.

“Good boy.” Setting the quill down, you climbed on the bed and gripped Duff’s cock with your hand. You could feel his length pulse in your palm. He shifted his hips, or maybe he was squirming, you couldn’t tell, but either way…you enjoyed seeing his overstimulated-self being tortured by your wicked foreplay.

Your hand started pumping his shaft up and down, causing guttural moans to spew out of his throat. You pumped a little harder, and faster, as you watched him pant, curling his knuckles into fists on the headboard, banging them into the wood. “That’s it, Duff. Don’t hold back. Give it to me.”

He groaned, milking your hand in his sticky mess.

“There you go.” You cleaned it off by licking your hand, tasting his warm spent.

Duff whined when you did that. “No more, please. No more.” He pleaded through the material of your panties.

“Come on, Duff. I thought you were stronger than this?” You mocked.

He shook his head in defeat. “You win.”

“Giving up so easily? I’m shocked.”

To be fair, Duff’s cock looked pretty beaten as it was red like cherries and swollen. If he came again his entire dick might explode. You knew that wasn’t possible, but Duff couldn’t handle a few more orgasms. He could barely withstand another one, yet you’d help him reach the other side.

“Take a breather.” You said, removing your panties from his mouth, allowing him to breathe the fresh, cold air in the bedroom without a damn pantyhose filter. “Be right back.” You went into the bathroom and opened a drawer, finding the exact spray you needed - a dry mouth spray. You sprayed a few doses into your mouth and waited until you felt your mouth become numb. This stuff helped you not gag on any cock and would only help you deep throat it. You walked back to Duff and situated yourself near his penis.

“Baby,” he urged. “I can’t handle-“

“Yes, you can. I know you’ve got one more in you,” you encouraged. Wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, you slowly moved down, engulfing most of his length into your mouth, before pulling up. You did this a few times as a warm up to lubricate his dick with your saliva and to help Duff ease into it. Afterwards, you started bobbing your head up and down while swirling your tongue over his head, dipping the tip into his hole.

Duff seethed out a multitude of curse words, trying to curl himself into a ball, but with no luck due to his restraints. He tried pulling on the panties again and felt a crack in the wooden headboard.

You continued your relentless attack on his cock, licking upside his length, and sucking the life, or the rest of the semen, out of him.

Duff squirmed, whining. He was close to being on the brink of tears. His vision started to blur and he was certain he was seeing stars until…he released a big load into your mouth, spraying your throat with thick ropes of cum. You swallowed every morsel, like milk, not daring to let a drop slip out of your mouth. You pulled away from his dick with a loud pop.

Duff collapsed on the headboard, panting. Every fibre in his body tried so hard not to be vocal. His chest was red from trying to hold in his moans, groans, whines, and whimpers. He took it like a man. Or…at least he thought he did, despite his complaints. “No more…” Duff muttered, looking like he’d been crucified with the way his arms still hung on the sides of the headboard with your panties wrapped around his wrists.

“Too much?” You asked, satisfied that you could please him so well.

Duff didn’t say a word but you both knew, deep down, that it was a touch too much.

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[saintblk]

*ೃ— spider’s web | NANAMI KENTO

warnings: foul language, smut, p in v, vaginal penetration, slight slut-shaming, sort of kinda sub!nanami, implied virgin!nanami, nerd!nanami, college au— gender neutral afab reader, considered to be black + thick

word count: 606 (so short i know>_<)

note: ngl idk if i like this but i been having nerd!nanami brainrot for a while i might write another part to this idk

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK

NANAMI KENTO prided himself on his work ethic. he didn’t allow for anything, or anyone, to come between him and his perfect gpa. that included skipping out on gojo’s dumb parties, handing work in far earlier than he needed to, and spending all his free time in the library. it also included approaching professors and insisting he get to work on his own. one thing he despised most was depending on other people for a good grade.

so when you were assigned to be his partner for a research paper, he wasted no time in raising the concern with the prof before he left the lecture hall. unfortunately, he’d be quickly turned away after some speech about working with people in the real world.

as he suspected, meeting with you was as difficult as he expected it to be. as soon as you approached him for contact information, he couldn’t help but further curse your prof. you were followed by your equally loud friends, dressed in short revealing clothes. nanami, to his assumption, had you figured out in a minute.

he was not surprised by your lack of response to his texts, how little you showed up to class, and the new man he saw on your arm every week. to him, you were nothing but a manipulative little slut who had everyone wrapped around their finger, and he refused to be taken advantage of.

the position he found himself in just a few days later would say otherwise. you showed up at his dorm abruptly, informing him the library was closed for renovations neither of you knew about. he allowed you to come in and bit his tongue when you plopped down on his bed.

the last thing he expected was to have you climb atop him, tight walls enveloping his shaft as you sunk down onto his member. he couldn’t recall exactly what led to it; at least not with the way you clenched around him. while he failed to stifle his whimpers and groans, you ground your hips down against his in an attempt to force his noises out.

“lemme hear you,” you breath. “know you wanna let it out.”

as if he was waiting for those words, nanami let out a choked whine and clasped at your pudgy hips. he needily bucked his hips up into you, thrusting his aching member between your walls. a loud and sudden moan escaped your mouth, encouraging him to repeat his actions.

as he chased the unfamiliar feeling overcoming him, he mindlessly pistoned in and out of you. your nails dug into his chest and your mind went blank. every time he hit the spot inside you that made your toes curl, you felt yourself lose more and more of your sanity to him.

“f-feels so good-fuck…” he bites out.

nanami, who’d never been inside anything besides his own fists, fucked into you with reckless abandon. any concern he might’ve had about the assignment flitted from his brain as did his reservations about you. it was not long before you found sweet release and gushed onto his pelvis with nanami following close behind. despite trying to hold out the way you clenched around his manhood made it impossible. with a bruising grip on your waist, he thrust into you until he emptied his seed into your womb.

it didn’t take very long for him to knock out from exertion, only to come to with an email from you, the attached document containing a nearly complete assignment. though he might’ve thought being your partner would be absolutely pointless, it seemed you were useful for something after all.

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[remersgf]

his toy

matt stone x fem!reader

2.9k words

cw: smut, sex toys, biting, meanish!matt, some dom(m)/sub(f) dynamics, degradation, praise, fingering (f!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, daddy kink, size kink if you squint, roughish sex, dialogue heavy!!!

enjoy :3

“you look so pretty, mama.”

you blinked awake, yawning and adjusting your head against the pillow to find the familiar voice coming from behind you. 

“did i wake you up? ‘m sorry.”

“s’okay… when did you get home?” 

he let out a deep sigh; and even though it was nearly pitch-black in your room, you could make out a grimace on his face. he had been working his ass off at the office, you were lucky if he even came home at night. which he hadn’t been doing often. you missed him, and you knew he missed you too. he was just busy, and you had to be okay with that; even if it was lonely. 

“a little bit ago, you were on my mind all day. had to come home to you,” he mumbled, occupied with prying the shoes off his feet and stripping down to his boxers.

his hand met your hip as he shuffled in next to you, giving your plush flesh a small squeeze while he settled in. planting soft kisses on your bare shoulder and breathing you in. you felt his lashes flutter against your skin when he gently sunk his teeth into you.

“you smell so good, baby. you’re so soft,” he whispered into you, kisses traveling up to your neck.

“did you miss me?”

“‘course i did, can’t you feel me?” he rolled his hips slowly into your ass, proving his point and letting you feel his hardening cock, “did you miss me?”

a breathless gasp escaped your lips when you felt him rutting against you, the only barrier between your bodies was each other’s underwear. his hand splayed over your belly, pressing you closer to him. 

“mhm. i didn’t think you’d come home tonight, had to make myself cum before i went to bed.”

“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i’m here now, though. what were you thinking about?” punctuating his question with a flit of his tongue against your ear.

you softly shook your head ‘no’, hiding your face in the pillow underneath you. 

“c’mon, don’t get shy on me. i wanna hear,” he chuckled lowly and nipped your earlobe.

“thought about you between my legs,” you breathed before continuing, “thought about your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me. thought about how you know exactly how to make me feel good, sometimes better than myself.” 

he nodded, taking your words in. you didn’t need to tell him how well he knew your body; he was well aware. the cocky motherfucker prides himself on the very fact. he was rutting against you with a purpose now, fingertips teasing your panty line just to ignore your core and moving down to grab at your thighs. his touch was gentle yet firm, taking his time to feel the silkiness and pudginess of your skin. he loved how you were always so soft, so squishy compared to his rough hands.

“how’d you do it? how’d you make yourself cum?”

you squirmed at his question, memories from earlier flooding back and making the wet spot on your panties grow. 

“i had two of my fingers inside at first, but it wasn’t enough.”

“what’d you do about it?”

“i- i got my dildo and my vibrator out. i sat on your side of the bed and rode it like it was your cock, and i held the vibe against my clit until i came. is that what you wanted to hear?”

he groaned in response, fingers dancing up until they met your flimsy, white tank top. he squeezed your breast, kneading it before pinching your adjacent nipple.

“dirty girl. that’s exactly what i wanted to hear, thank you, sweetie. is that why the sheets under me are sticky?”

“shut up! i know they aren’t, you’re just being mean.”

“you think this is mean? i can get a lot meaner.”

shaking your head in disagreement, you sighed and let a hand cover his. grabbing his wrist to slide it under your shirt, guiding him to squeeze your bare tits. 

“no need to get grabby…” he laughed. 

“quit teasing, then.”

“just wanna take my time with you, i miss you.”

you whispered it back to him, gasping barely a second later when he tugs on your nipple. your back arches and a whimper leaves your lips, pressing your ass further into his groin. you’re reciprocated with a low moan in your ear and his hand leaving your tit, trailing back down to your belly to slip his fingers just underneath the waistband of your panties. holding them there to show you that you’re his, the smallest indication of possession, just to remind you whom you belong to. his lips latched onto your neck, sucking a dark purple bruise into you. he’d gently bite your neck and shoulders, soothing his tongue over the teeth marks he left behind. 

you reached your arm behind blindly to find the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his curls and pushing him further into you. you tried murmuring, ‘harder’, which only made him pull away from you.

“what’d you say? harder? you’re gonna have to ask nicer than that, y/n.” he said calmly, the contradiction of his words and tone making you dizzy.

“please, daddy, do it harder…” whispering, shame bubbling in your stomach.

“daddy? you gonna be my good girl tonight?” if you could see his face right now, you bet his eyes would be lit up like a christmas tree. it’s not often that ‘daddy’ came out, but when it did, a flip switched in matt. you underestimated how much he’d like it the first time you called him that, and you ended up not being able to walk the next morning.

you whined a ‘yes’ to him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to get his fingers further down your pants. instead of calling you names and putting you over his knee to abuse your cheeks, like he normally would at your bratty attitude, he simply tsked and sunk his hand down to circle your clit. 

“okay, baby, whatever you want.”

his middle finger made tight circles around your clit while his teeth sunk into your shoulder once again, this time biting down deeper and staying there for a few seconds. he pulled away to admire his work, before moving closer to your pulse point and biting down again. your eyes squeezed shut when two of his fingers slid past your sopping folds, squeezing your thighs together to make sure he’d stay there.

“does that feel nice? i can’t really move with you squeezin’ me like this. spread your legs ’n make it pretty for me.” he grumbled, grabbing your jaw with his free hand so you’d face him.

even through the darkness, you saw his half-lidded eyes staring you down. you felt small, threatened almost, in this position. you meekly spread your legs for him, also taking it upon yourself to slide off your panties. he pulled back the covers slightly so he could watch you, taking the dainty panties from your hand when you had finished undressing.

“look, honey,” he flipped them inside out to see the wide glistening spot on the fabric and waited for your eyes to focus on him before licking the wet patch. his eyes fluttered shut as he tasted you, bringing it to his nose to inhale deeply afterward.

rendered absolutely fucking speechless, you could only look at him with wide eyes. you listened to him moan, just from smelling you. it was kinda sick and it made your stomach churn, but it made you throb at the same time. 

when he decided he was finished, he tossed the panties to the floor and slowly returned his hand to your aching pussy; only after taking the time to leave lingering touches across your stomach and thighs. his eyes scanned your face when he slid a finger in, watching your jaw fall open and your neck strain. he leaned into you, brushing his mouth over yours, and licked your puffy bottom lip. he slipped his tongue inside but you were barely able to kiss back. it became exceptionally harder when he slid another finger inside. 

“you’re so cute,” he giggled, “all messy with rosy cheeks, and all i’ve done is fucked you with a few fingers. are you that pathetic?” 

nodding, obeying, agreeing with whatever he says in hopes of getting what you want. but you know that what he’s saying is probably accurate; if you looked in a mirror, you’d see a fucked-out mess staring back at you. 

“can you hear yourself? listen,” he grabbed your hand off its place on his head and put it over your mouth, pressing down hard so your moans would be muffled, “shhh…”

like this, you could actually hear the wetness reverberating off his hand and your crotch. sickeningly sweet squelching sounds filled the space in between you and it made you drip, how good he was making you feel and how he knew exactly how to do it.

he watched you as he toyed with your pussy, gauging your reaction every time he pulled his fingers away and laughing in your face when you’d whine at the loss. with every curl and stroke of his fingers, your back jolted away from the bed and your head tilts upwards. he’d bring you so close to the edge, just to still inside you.

“i want y’cock, i wanna feel full,” you cry, whining to get your way.

“you wanna feel full? like how you felt earlier?”

his words made you freeze, you had almost forgotten that you told him how you played with yourself earlier. a whimper tumbled out of you and red washed over your face, trying to hide in your pillow again. 

“you don’t have to be embarrassed, princess, it’s just me. go get your vibrator and i’ll fill you up nice.” he cooed, ripping his fingers from your core and sucking them into his mouth.

you begrudgingly got out of bed and hobbled over to your dresser, digging around in the top shelf before revealing a small, pink toy. you threw it across the room onto the bed, aiming for the empty space next to matt but it ended up smacking against his chest and landing in his lap. you sucked your lips in to hold back a laugh as he stared at you blankly, finally laughing when your eyes widen. he mumbled ‘rude’ as his giggles died down and picked up the silicone toy, bringing it to life with a click of the button. 

sitting at his feet, you watched him inspect the toy. he seemed enthralled with it, even though this definitely wasn’t the first time he’s had it in his hands. he ran his finger over the length of it, pressing the button over again until it was at its highest speed. his eyes locked with yours as he brought it to his clothed cock, running the tip of the toy over his balls first until he reached the head of his dick. you watched as his jaw hung open and gentle moans left his mouth, how he whimpered when he circled the vibrator over his slit.

“i bet this is even better than my mouth, huh?” he said lowly, choking on a groan as he took the vibrations away from his painfully hard cock.

you shook your head fervently, assuring him that his tongue is much better than some buzzing inanimate object. it was the truth, you’ve never made yourself cum as hard with it as he has with just his fingers and tongue. he raised his brows at you in disbelief, but he didn’t argue. he slid off his boxers and carelessly threw them on the ground, joining the growing pile of clothes next to the bed.

“alright, mama. come here.”

you crawled into his lap, settling yourself on his thighs and grabbing his broad shoulders to hold you in place. he smiled up at you before dipping down and kissing your neck. it was chaste, a sheer distinction to what was about to happen. his fingers fiddled with the hem of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head and taking your breasts in his hands once they fully appeared. 

“are you gonna show me how you made yourself feel good? my pretty girl…” he babbled, pinching your nipples before tucking your hair behind your ears. 

you nodded sheepishly, sitting up on your knees and wrapping your fingers around his cock. you smiled at his expression as you pumped over his length a few times, squeezing the tip ever so slightly when you reached the top. a groan bubbled out of him while he watched you jerk him off, your small hands such a stark contrast to his hard length.

he peeled your wrist away, taking himself in his own hand and lining it up with your wet pussy. he flicked his tip along your folds, pressing it up into your clit before sliding it back down. he pressed his fingertips into your hips, pulling you down to sit fully on him. 

you swallowed each other’s airy gasps as he stretched your walls, hot breath on your chest and yours fanning onto his forehead. he held you in place like that for a little, letting you adjust to his size.

“feel full?” he asked, not even waiting for your response to an answer he already knew, “don’t move.”

he blindly reached for your vibrator, tossed somewhere to the side and briefly forgotten about. he never turned it off, so when he finally put the pink toy to your clit, you jolted in shock.

the hand gripping your hip tightened when he felt you clench around him. with your head thrown back and your nails digging into matt’s freckled shoulders, you didn’t even realize he was laughing at you. and honestly, you wouldn’t mind if you knew.

every time your hips stuttered on his cock, trying to add to the friction, he’d wrap his arm around you and cement you in place. your gaze went from the ceiling to the arm around your waist just to see his bicep and forearm flexing and holding you tight. 

“love how small you are in my arms,” he whispered, noticing your infatuation with his arms, “love how easy i can toss you around.”

“please, please let me move- i wan’ it…”

“please, what?” 

“please, daddy,” there was that red-hot shame again, dripping down onto matt’s thighs.

“okay, honey,” he placed a kiss on your cheek before continuing, “you can move.”

without a second thought you were rolling your hips against his, his tip continuously rutting against the spongy spot inside you. he held the vibrator against his pubic bone so you could grind against it simultaneously, thrusting it against your clit deeper every time you moved forwards. 

“feels so good, mama. so tight around me. you feel like heaven.” he said in between planting kisses to your ear, his deep voice going through your ears and straight to your crotch. “you’re dripping all over my thighs, i can feel you fucking gliding on me. are you just so desperate?”

“yes- mphmmfuck, matt,” you moaned, “need to cum, ah!”

he cut you off with a thrust of his hips upwards, sending you toppling onto him and burying his face in your chest. he sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting over the hardened nub before soothing it with his tongue. his kisses went up your chest and to your neck, suckling the skin harshly to leave another bruise. 

“sweet girl needs to cum.” he cooed, “already? i didn’t know my girl was such a slut.”

he groaned, almost whimpering in your ear before he started again, “who am i kidding, we both know how fucking slutty you are. just for me though, right baby? like how you were so needy you bounced on a plastic cock and pretended it was mine? were you sad there was no cum to fill this pretty pussy of yours?” 

his tone compared to the filthy things he was saying to you pulled you over the edge, spasming against him and clenching around his cock. the haze he had pulled you into made you feel drunk. you were so gone you didn’t even notice him start to fuck you, one hand on the bed for leverage and the other holding you upright. thrusting his hips into you at a ruthless pace, chasing his orgasm: desperately needing to give you what you craved. 

he finally released inside you, his warmth spreading over your walls as he slowed. he relaxed and fell backward, bringing you down with him and making you squeal softly when his cock hit a sensitive spot in the process. 

you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down, counting every beat. his hands found your hair and massaged his fingers into your scalp. 

“so good for me. thank you, baby.”

“thank you?”

“mhm. you deserve to be thanked. you know i’d get on my knees for you in an instant.”

you buried your head in his chest, not letting him see the stupid giddy grin adorning your face.

“love you s’much.” you whispered, muffled by his skin.

“i love you too, y/n.”

[neill-san]

Bondage

BEELZEBUB x MALE!READER

TAGS: Dom/sub Play(?), Dom/sub Undertones(?), Rope Bondage, Bondage, Punishment, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Male Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Slight Frottage, Sadism

Not Proofread -18+ content under the cut-

Beezlebub was good. He was kind for a demon, let alone an avatar of sin.

Diavolo's revered human transfer student came along and whipped his family back into shape, and Beelzebub vowed to protect them. It was a little humorous how the tables were turned on him. It was his fault in all honesty. He'd underestimated you, and he'd been testing your patience for a while. He'd been testing everyone's patience, and you decided it was time to do something about it, normally he'd apologize and they'd move on, but you decided that punishment was in order this time around. The large demon hadn't known what he was getting himself into, agreeing to meet you in your room, but it certainly hadn't been, the situation he soon found himself in.

You had talked to him so sweetly, knowing exactly what that tone did to the ginger-haired demon. Beelzebub had gone willingly, and despite knowing he could tear off the ropes that now adorned his skin, he couldn't find it in himself to want to. Not when you were looking at him like he was prey. You had put made sure he was completely immobilized with his hands tied tightly behind his back with red enchanted rope. The rope lessened his strength considerably, but it didn't leave him completely defenseless.

"Open up Beel," You coaxed, dumping the contents of a small vial before crashing your lips with Beelzebub's, forcing gluttony to swallow the strange sweet liquid.

"MC?" Beel questioned when their lips parted, his lips glossy, a sheen of translucent rosy hue coating his lower lip. It wasn't long before Beelzebub found out what the liquid was, his body buzzing with heat and his monstrous cock began to harden, the fat pudgy head of it pressed against the red ropes that crisscrossed against Beel's stomach.

You wasted no time in removing your clothes. You walked around and plopped down behind an equally nude Beel. You wrapped your hands around the restrained demon, leaving feather-light touches on his throbbing length. Your hot breath fanned against the nape of the orange-haired demon, making goosebumps rise on his skin and trembles travel through his body. Gluttony's breathing was labored, and gasps and quiet moans spilled from his lips. Beelzebub squirmed, under your delicate attention, your touches were fleeting and they were quickly frustrating gluttony. The avatar tried to thrust his hips forward, trying to get even a fraction of friction, but you quickly pulled your hands away.

Beel whined, sweat beading his forehead and his brows furrowed. He gasped when you brought your hands back onto his throbbing length, giving his cock a firm squeeze, the other hand flat on top of his leaking slit, coating your hand with the demon's pre. Beelzebub moaned openly, pleasure coursing hot through him.

You hummed, your hands massaging the monstrous cock and coating it with it's own fluids. You pressed small butterfly kisses on Beel's nape while the demon whined your name in desperation. It wasn't nearly enough and you knew it, but this wasn't about making the demon cum.

This was a punishment.

Beezlebub ached, his pulsing length was begging for release, but you were cruel. Not allowing Beel to touch himself, and your hands lazily stroked his arousal. Tears sprang in Beel's eyes, his moans loud and wanton.

"My dear, the walls here are thin and you're being so loud. Do you want the others to hear you?" you teased, nibbling on Beelzebub's rosy ear.

Beel looked down, tears running hot, down his cheeks. His face flushed darker, the hot red hue spreading down his neck and shoulders. He looked like a bullied maiden, but Beelzebub was no maiden. The red ropes pulled taut against his built frame, the deep hue contrasting his milky skin in a beautiful display.

" MC…" Beel moaned, too desperate to care that the others might hear him, despite the shame that coiled in his tummy.

"You know what I want Beel, it isn't much," you said, your hand moving down to fondle Beel's sack, giving the flesh a firm squeeze. He choked on a moan, his legs spasming under him at the flash of sensation that shot through him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I promise!" Gluttony panted, his eyes half-lidded.

You hummed noncommittally, "You know words mean little to me when they're not acted upon. I need to make sure you keep your promise."

Beelzebub trembled, the gentle giant coming apart so beautifully in your hands, "No! Please! " He begged, he couldn't possibly wait until then! MC, please don't make him wait until then!

"But Beel, dear, this is supposed to be a punishment. How can I know that you've learned unless I see it myself," You reasoned in that same cruel tone. Really, what would others say if they saw him like this? Coming undone at the hands of a human after a few mean words and light teasing.

"MC…" Beelzebub pleaded, because what else could he do? He couldn't think properly anymore, his poor brain was turned to mush with a singular focus on cumming. It only added to his torture to be able to smell your arousal and feel it pressed against his back, but not being able to taste you. You purred in his ear, clearly pleased with the state he was in.

"Beel, you look so pretty like this. Bound and desperate for me," Yoy praised, your voice sultry and breathy. Beelzebub moaned in response, hoarsely pleading but his words came out choked and incoherent.

The demon looked ruined, his pretty face was contorted in pained pleasure. His pinkish-purple eyes were glassy and tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. His rosy lips trembled and drool dripped down his chin. He looked so vulnerable -so pathetic. A heady rush of- of something flooded through you. The avatar of gluttony was at your mercy, pleading and on his knees for you.

You got up and stepped around the demon to stand in front of him, in all your naked glory. Beelzebub looked up and shut his eyes, making a sound akin to a wounded animal. You knew how seeing you, aroused and beautifully naked affected the sixth born.

You straddled the demon, your legs on either side of him and your feet on the ground keeping you steady. Your weeping cocks touched, making Beelzebub jolt; a quiet moan fell from his lips at the sudden touch.

"Beel, have you learned your lesson?" You whispered, your forehead pressed against Beelzebub's. Gluttony nods fervently, ever so desperate. He mumbled half-coherent apologies, his hips hitching forward to rub your arousals together.

You smiled at the pathetic display,

"It seems you still need to learn."

:3

[arathejedi394]

in honor of my fatphobic anon i'm starting fat bear week in February pls enjoy this snippet from my plotless steve and bucky go to bdsm summer camp fic - Not Safe For Reading Around Your Grandma. also Fury always has a pocketful of colorful butterfly barrettes as a general rule.

The Avengers all talk over each other during the meal, spill food, more than one bottom gets thrown over the table or someone’s knee for a swat or two. As they disperse, the Subs on KP start putting away lunch under Sam’s directions. 

“Cleanup on aisle eleven, nesty slick spill!” Scott calls as the chairs around Bucky and Steve are pulled back and the glistening grass beneath them is discovered.

Steve’s combing his hair with a fork while everybody else laughs. Bucky takes the fork away and puts it down, then stands up with him in a cradle. Bucky carries him back to the inflatable couch and its seating area and puts him down in his kiddie pool puddle of pussy juice, where he giggles and splashes it.

“Hey, don’t waste that,” Bucky scolds. “Now, stay.” 

Steve instead squeals as he tries to climb out, so Bucky swats gently him on the head. 

“Stay! Nobody’s gonna be here to watch you!”

“I’ll babysit,” Fury offers, taking a seat with a cigar and a whiskey. “C’mon over to Gramps, kiddo.”

Steve squeals again, then clambers out of the pool and crawls over to Fury, trilling. He curls up by his knee to receive pets to his long, pink-highlighted tresses and fluffy curtain bangs, now dry from the hot tub, petting his pretty, pudgy belly. Bucky thanks Fury and turns back to their RV, ducking inside and heading for the second bedroom he and Steve are in. He squeezes between the bed and the wall, lamenting the lack of consideration for fat people in making this thing, and opens an upper cabinet. He takes down a battery-operated, waterproof massage wand, Barbie pink per Steve’s purchasing, then squeezes back out. He exits the RV and finds a couple of new faces in the waterproof chairs around the kiddie pool as well as Bill back on the pink sofa. Fury has braided some of Steve’s hair into thin strands and fastened each at the top and end with the little butterfly clips he always carries around in his pockets; he’s finishing one as Bucky walks up.

“Howdy, friend,” Bill says.

“Hi, I’m Daisy,” one of new people introduces, a girl in a 2000s-era scene punk schoolgirl uniform. “This is Grant, my boyfriend.”

Grant salutes some, the logo for the 75th Army regiment showing under the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. Bucky salutes back then hooks his thumb in his Sheriff badge belt buckle beneath his very generous beer gut.

“You’re lookin’ at what bein’ outta the Rangers for ten years and havin’ a sweet tooth does t’a ya,” he says. “That and a lotta pussy, pussy with a luxury vintage.”

“For eight years, all-access!” Steve confirms cheerfully.

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Humans are weird: The hand that feeds: A Yuri story

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“Where is Morg?”

“He apologizes for his absence,” Dintz as diplomatically as he could, “; he is busy and sent me in his place.”

Dintz wasn’t sure why he had been told to be so respectful to this random human, but Morg had made it clear that he was not to be insulted. They didn’t appear imposing or threatening, but the fact that they had casually strode into the heart of their resistance base, surrounded by heavily armed and fanatical loyalists to the former Regime, and demanded an audience with their leader showed they were not to be taken lightly.

“He is busy?” The human repeated with a cold edge in their voice. A frown deepened across the human’s features as they fixed their gaze on Dintz. “I can assure you that he will make time for me, now go and get him.”

“As I have said, he is busy and I can speak on his behalf.” Dintz replied; his own patience growing thinner by the minute.

“Let me put this another way.” The human began as they pulled out a small data pad from their coat and entered several keys. “For every minute Morg wishes to play this game I will withdraw five million credits from your various accounts and send it through so many transfers and rerouting accounts that you will never see it again.”

Dintz eyes went wide at this but rallied quickly with a scoff. “I don’t think such drastic and unreasonable measures are needed-“

“You’ve just lost your first five million.” The human interrupted, “I calculate within the next seven to ten minutes you will be broke and quickly find your freedom fighters aren’t so willing to fight when their payment is an “I.O.U”.”

Dintz had enough of the human posturing and was about to throw him out of their base when he heard someone calling for him from behind.

“Dintz! DINTZ!”

He turned to see Juba, the resistance money handler, sprinting towards the waiting pair. It had been the first time the sub commander had ever seen the pudgy comrade move so quickly and it was almost amusing to watch him gasping and heaving his way over.

“Our accounts have been hacked!” Juba stammered out as he gasped for air through his two mouths. “We just lost five million credits!”

In a flash Dintz spun around and had his hands on the human’s neck; hoisting him in the air so his feet swayed slightly.

“Put the funds back.” Dintz demanded in a low growl which had previously made traitors shrivel in fear and give up all their secrets. The human on the other hand was not as easily scared and chuckled.

“You have twenty seconds before another five million is removed.” They replied even as Dintz’s taloned hand tightened around his throat.

“Contact the banks.” Dintz said to Juba without breaking his glare on the human. “Have them lock down the accounts, freeze them, put them under inquiry; have them do whatever it takes and lock them down!”

Juba pulled out a data pad and began frantically typing, but it was not fast enough.

“That would be another five million.” The human replied as the data pad chimed with a new message. Dintz looked at Juba for confirmation, and the expression of dread was all he needed to know it was true. In frustration he tightened his hand around the human’s throat, but the human headed him off as the potential solution to the problem crossed Dintz’s mind.

“Killing me won’t stop the transfer.” They gasped through his grip. “Get. Morg. Out. Here.”

Dintz let out another snarl before letting go of the human. They landed on their feet and gasped as air returned to their lungs while Dintz tapped the communicator in his ear.

“Morg, we need you at the front entrance now.” He spoke calmly into the transmitter. “We have-“

“I’m well aware.”

Dintz spun around to see Morg approaching the group. He was flanked by two of his bodyguards who appeared tiny in comparison to their leader’s presence.

“Mr. Yuri, to what do we owe this unannounced disruption?” Morg asked casually as he came before the human

Yuri swiped the grim from his coat and looked up at the towering warlord. “Morg, how kind of you to finally join us; I would hate to think you were showing your financial backer disrespect by sending your underling.”

Morg gestured to Dintz. “I would hardly call my second in command an underling.” He remarked, but Yuri was not impressed.

“I asked for you.” He replied, emphasizing it by pointing at Morg. “I wanted answer from YOU; and by sending anyone else you insult me.”

If Morg was insulted by such brazenness he made no show of it. He crossed his arms and looked like he was a parent ready to hear the complaints of a child.

“I am here now, what questions do you have?”

“What do you think?!”

Those gathered around the pair were startled by Yuri’s sudden outburst.

“I told you to kill senator Kun and you blew up an entire goddamn building!”

Morg nodded. “And the explosion killed the senator just like you asked.”

Yuri’s eye twitched as if his mind could not handle Morg’s answer. “I told you to only kill Kun; ONLY him! I expected a professional hit with precision accuracy and you give me a clumsy dumpster fire of a bomb that killed three hundred people!”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” Morg answered. “All those who died were loyal to the false regime and were our enemies.”

“That was never the point.” Yuri strained. “I wanted Kun to die as he was the deciding vote on the council. His death would have triggered a new election where my operative would have assumed the now vacant seat.”

Yuri’s eyes turned dark and Dintz could almost see the fires of rage behind those tiny eyes. “Because of the bombing, the election for the seat has been put on hold and a national sense of unity has fallen over the council; completely erasing the factionalism I was to play on to complete my own task.”

“Why is this my problem?” Morg asked with a smug smile.

“BECAUSE I FRAKING PAY YOU TO MAKE IT YOUR PROBLEM!” Yuri shouted.

Several guards drew their weapons and trained them on Yuri. Dintz drew his own pistol and had it trained on Yuri’s head. A twitch of his finger would turn the rude little meat sack into a fine mist; yet Yuri seemed to only get angrier.

“Who do you think pays for your weapons?!” he shouted as he cast his gaze around the gathered soldiers. “Who pays for your explosives, your armor, your intelligence, and your fraking wages!?”

“I do!” he announced as he beat his chest. “Without me you would all be nothing more than a bunch of cave dwelling radicals throwing rocks at the regime’s forces or dead in some fraking gutter; and all I asked for was the occasional job in return.”

He turned back to look at Morg. “And you can’t even do that one, very simple, task.”

The amusement on Morg’s face was gone now, replaced with a cold and calculated visage.

“We appreciate all that you have done for our cause.” Morg began. “I can assure you that next time we will be more careful with your request.”

To everyone’s surprise Yuri shook his head. “No, no, no; you are not understanding me.” Yuri said as an evil grin crept upon his face. “There won’t be another chance for you, this was it and you failed.”

“So you will cease supplying us?” Morg asked as he uncrossed his arms, “Because if so you remove any reason for me to keep you alive.”

“I will continue to fund this motley group of renegades,” Yuri surprisingly said, “but only after they kill you.”

Morg laughed loudly and deeply at this. “You think any of my men, who I have fought alongside for years, would so easily turn on me?”

Yuri cocked his head and joined Morg’s laughter. “I know Freng over there might,” he said between laughter, “if he wants his little one to continue getting treated for Jungle Lung.”

Morg stopped laughing and turned to see the soldier Yuri had pointed to. Freng’s face was awash with surprise, eyes wide in horror at Yuri’s declaration.

“And then there’s Iligui over here,” Yuri continued pointing a thumb over his shoulder to a soldier behind him, “who has been trying to save up enough to smuggle his family offworld for years now.”

Yuri turned his head slightly to look at Iligui, whose weapon had lowered a fraction, and continued “It would be a shame for them to find a police force knocking on their door with orders to arrest them for being related to a traitor.”

“Don’t you dare-“ Iligui began but Yuri cut him off.

“Drenar here has a spawn brother who was captured in the last raid, alongside the kin of Gent and Wilk here.” Yuri casually pointed out another three random soldiers who all looked at each other uneasily. “I am told the prisons here are quite volatile and inmate slayings are dangerously common.”

Yuri folded his fingers of his right hand into a pretend gun and ran them along everyone gathered slowly. “I have funded you for the last ten years. I know who you all are, where you were born, who you love, who loves you, where you sleep at night, what secrets you have buried six feet under.”

He finally stopped and pointed at Morg and pretended to fire his finger gun. “I am the man who can rain hellfire down on every single one of you and you think you can double cross me-“

A lone gunshot went off and the front of Morg’s head blew outwards in a violent gory explosion. Everyone gathered, including Yuri, watched in stupefaction as the body stood momentarily upright as if still trying to reconcile with its demise before toppling loudly to the ground.

Dintz spun around and pointed his gun at Freng. Freng’s weapon was smoking and he let the gun fall from his hands with a loud thud before raising his hands up in the air.

“WHY!?” Dintz demanded; unable to comprehend this sudden betrayal. Freng’s mouth open and closed as if to answer but words failed him, so Yuri answered instead.

“Because Freng here realizes that fighting for ideals is meaningless if there is no one left to believe in them.”

Dintz’s eyes ran across the other gathered soldiers as they lowered their weapons as well. In a blinding anger Dintz turned back to Yuri intent to avenge his fallen commander but never made it.

Yuri’s pistol fired twice taking out both of Dintz’s knees causing him to drop to the ground followed by a third and final shot that tore half his head off. He toppled to the ground and Yuri watched the pools of blood between the two bodies mix before holstering his sidearm.

He motioned Freng to step forward and the nervous alien did so.

“You did well here today,” Yuri said as he looked up from the bodies, “and I must congratulate you on your recent promotion to commander.”

“Commander?” Freng repeated, as if the notion had never crossed his mind.

Yuri nodded and patted the alien on the shoulder. “But of course! Someone with such initiative who saved the loved ones of every soldier here without a moment’s hesitation is worthy of leading them into battle.”

Yuri’s voice was loud enough for the rest of the soldiers to hear and one by one their looks of disdain and disgust at Freng’s actions began to warm to understanding if not admiration. Through Yuri’s clever word choice they would see Freng’s actions less as self-serving and become easier at accepting his new position.

“You may pick whoever you wish to be your second in command and I will continue to supply you with whatever you need to continue your righteous war.” Yuri finished as he grasped Freng’s arm and hoisted it into the air.

“To Commander Freng, and the death of the false REGIME!” Yuri shouted.

“DEATH TO THE FALSE REGIME!” the gathered soldiers began shouting and pounding their chests in jubilation. The whole camp began chanting and Yuri imagined there would be some sort of celebration for Freng’s new position.

“Remember what happened here.” Yuri whispered into the new commander’s ear.

Freng nodded a bit too hastily and Yuri smiled as he let go of Freng’s arm. He nodded to the two bodies on the ground.

“Dump these two in the front of a local police garrison then make a public announcement that they acted without the consent of your group and attacked the senator by themselves.”

“What will that do?” Freng asked sheepishly.

“It will do some good trying to win back public opinion by showing that you are not savage terrorists lashing out at innocent civilians and those that do will not be spared your justice, even if they are from your own ranks.”

“It will be done;” Freng replied, “then what?”

“Then you can do as you wish.” Yuri answered much to Freng’s surprise. “My arrangement with your former commander was I supply him with what he needs and he does the occasional favor for me. I have no interest in micromanaging a revolution.”

Yuri pulled out the same data pad as before and entered a few keystrokes before turning back to Juba.

“You will find that I have returned half of your funds that I took; the half I keep a reimbursement for the frustration this incident has caused me.”

He waited for juba to confirm the transaction before continuing. “Once you have done as I have asked the next scheduled payment will be deposited.”

Freng and Juba nodded in almost perfect unison and Yuri smiled. “With that I will take my leave them. If I have to come here again, I will burn this entire camp to the ground and flay everyone within for my displeasure.”

With that final threat Yuri turned and left the camp without another word, leaving the newly appointed commander with no illusions to what a second failure would entail.