#or you can slam me so hard MY belly slaps MY chin

[tanuki1029]

I love t4t as a term, as an identity to describe what I look for in a relationship. It's covert enough to not get bothered by assholes over, but also immediately understandable.

I wish there was a similar term for fatness. It's difficult because, even in ostensibly progressive spaces, there's still a pretty decent chance people are gonna be shitty about fatness. I'm glad we're (most of us, at least) at a point where transness is accepted as a part of someone to love, but I wish it were the same for fatness.

I love fatness. I love that I'm fat. I love other people are. I love how it looks on us, but I can't say that without getting a side-eye of some kind. If this post gets any response at all (unlikely), I'm almost guaranteed to have some dipshit in my mentions or asks saying I'm fetishizing an unhealthy lifestyle (and even if they don't say it out loud, the second part is always implied). We're always maligned, be it overt or covert, because even the people willing to deprogram everything else don't think twice before telling us to lose weight.

Y'all will grit your teeth and nod along for health at every size, body positivity, neutrality, whatever, but until you accept fatness as something that can be desired, you still hate us.

Fatness is, like transness, a beautiful thing I want to share with those I love. I wish there was so snappy a term for that as t4t.

Also if a single fucking person even pretends to imply I'm bodyshaming skinny people I'm voring you whole

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#386

“I guess you’ll do.  I didn’t know what to expect when I contacted you.  As I told you, I’ve never been with a gay boy.  Your ad said that you offer a deep throat with no reciprocation.  Good, cause I ain’t touching you.  Your ad also said that you only blow eight inches or more.  Well I got nine.

“I just need a blowjob.  Neither my wife or my girlfriend give it to me whenever I need it.  I have to take them on a night out.  So much goddamned work for something I should have every single day.

“I work hard; I need relief.  So I hope you live up to what you are promising.  If not, I will make sure you do.  On your knees bitch.

“That’s right.  You know your fucking place is on your knees.  Take of your goddamned shirt.  Let me see your titties….  Ooh they are soft.  I like playing with titties when I’m getting blown.

“Here’s my pouch.  Big isn’t it?...  Don’t say anything.  Take a deep whiff.  Smell that?  I didn’t take a shower after playing 18 holes in the hot sun.  You won’t mind. 

“I can see you salivating.  Go on.  Reach up.  Pull down my jockeys….  Huge isn’t it?  And it’s soft.  Take it in your mouth bitch.  Let it grow down your throat.

“No, no.  Don’t touch it with your hands.  I don’t want a fucking handjob.  Only your mouth touches my dick.  Your hands need to be on my calves, so I know where they are at all times.  Don’t even think of playing with yourself bitch.  I hate the fact that I have to resort to using fags to get a throat that will accommodate me, the least you can do is not get pleasure out of it.

“Your mouth is too high.  Sit on your ass.  In fact, sit there.  Put your head against this brick wall.  Spread those legs wide.  Hands on my calves and open that cunt of a mouth wide. 

“Look up at me.  I want to see that hunger on your face give way to the realization that my cock is too big for your throat.  I have seen it in every bitch I have used.  All I am doing is letting it get hard.  Feel it?  There’s no place for it go other than down your throat.  Don’t fucking start gagging now.  We’ve only begun.  That throat hasn’t even begun to stretch. 

“Open it up.  Accommodate me.  This is what you are here for. 

“No. No. No.  No pulling off.  I’m in control of this blowjob, not you.  That throat of yours is my toy to use.  Breathing is a luxury for you, get it however you can.

“Oh fuck.  I’m almost hard.  I can feel your struggle on my cock.  I’m just standing here; I haven’t even begun to fuck your throat and I can feel it pulsate. 

“Look up at me….  Damn, I can see the terrified look in your eyes knowing that my hard on is stretching the hell out of your throat.  You know what I don’t see in your eyes?...  Tears.  So the lack of oxygen hasn’t hit you yet.  Don’t worry.  It will.

“I’m gonna fuck your mouth and one of two things is going to happen; you will either learn to breathe around me or pass out trying.  I’m gonna fuck your cunt mouth hard, and I don’t care what you opt to do.  I need to get my nut.  Normally I will fuck a throat for hours, but today expediency is needed.

“You ready?...  I don’t care if you’re not.  Keep your fucking hands on my calves.  My hands will hold your head in the exact position I need to maximize my pleasure to my dick.  I am not one who likes to give up control of a blowjob.  I slam fuck like this until I cum.  And that’s what I’m about to do, right down your throat.

“I haven’t cum in a few days, so it’s going to be massive.  I need to do this quick….  Keep those hands on my calves.  Just adapt!  If you want to help me to cum, stick your tongue out and try to lick my balls as they slap your chin….  Oh fuck, like that!

“Here it cums.  Here it fucking cums!  Right down your throat.  Ahhh!  Ahhhh!  Fuck yeah!...  Shit!...

“I dumped it straight to your belly.  You don’t even get the pleasure of knowing what it tastes like.  Too bad.  Maybe next time. 

“Here take a few gasps of air.  My dick ain’t coming out yet.  I need to take a piss.  And I have a toilet mouth wrapped around my cock.  Too bad, I’m losing my hard on; I would have pissed directly into your gut. 

“When I tell you, just start swallowing.  You will drink it all.  Let’s see if a gay boy can do what all those bitches promised but failed.  Swallow….  Ahh.  That feels good.  You might not get to savor my cum, but you will have the taste of my piss in your mouth for a while.

“Good boy.  I want the last drops on your face.  There you go.  You look like the whore you are.

“Well, you lived up to what you promised.  You could take my dick.  If you want to do this again, next weekend you can come over to my garage.  I have it set up for whatever crosses my mind.  I have a few stations I can install you in so I can use your mouth for hours.  And I mean hours.  I built most of the equipment there for women, but I can modify it for you.  The garage is soundproofed.  A bunch of my golfing buds rent out the house and we use it to bring bitches to use.  One will bring an occasional gay boy.  The detached garage is entirely for me and my sick mind.

“You want to come by and be used by my cock?...  Good.  Damn.  I just noticed that I didn’t work over your nips.  I won’t make that mistake the next time.  I’ll be in touch. 

“Nice place.  You are sitting in a piss puddle you should clean it up.  Slurp what you can, then clean it up.  Another round of golf is in order.”

[heizlut]

to feed into your nobushi brain rot, hear me on belly bulge with them.

their dicks so big to the point of when they fuck you, you can see and feel their cock on your abdomen when you put your hand on it. hell maybe if they fuck you enough times, your stomach starts to get a little big with how much they came inside you.

their so fucking hot ngh 🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎🧎

anon i am on my fucking KNEES for this😩 so here is a small continuation of my nobushi fic. a part 1.5 if you will…

After allowing you to rest, the jintouban picks you up carrying you bridal style back to their main camp near chinju forest while the kikouban and hitsukeban take the lead. Moments later, you feel yourself be gently dropped onto a makeshift bed of tall grass and a blanket causing you to finally open your tired eyes. The kikouban looks down out you with a predatory smirk, “Look who’s finally awake.. You thought we were done with you already?” He chuckles darkly. You bite your bottom lip as you look up at the three of them, your whole body sore after what they had already done to you. The kikouban climbs on top of you, caging you in with his large body, “This is only just the beginning, sweetheart.”

He reaches down and begins toying with your puffy clit and abused hole, smirking when he finds that you’re wet all over again. He shoves two of his large fingers into your dripping cunt causing you to let out a loud gasp that quickly turns into a lewd moan. He withdraws his fingers from your cunt and holds them up, admiring the slick that covers them, “Would you look at that… Seems like this little cunt of yours is begging for more.” The kikouban shoves his slicked up fingers into your mouth and your tongue swirls around the digits as you taste your own arousal.

He wastes no more time and pulls out his hardened length, tapping it on your clit and harshly thrusts his full length inside of you in one go. You cry out around his fingers and squeeze your eyes shut. The hitsukeban crouches down next to your face and grabs your chin roughly, “Open your eyes, slut. Look how deep he is inside of you.” You open your eyes and look down at where you and the kikouban are connected, only to see the bulging outline of his dick in the bottom of your stomach, causing your cunt to clench around his thick length. The kikouban lets out a strangled laugh that morphed into a small groan and he reaches down to press on the outlined bulge as he thrusts harder into you, “Look at how well you take me. You like when I fill you up like this huh?” You cant even begin to form words as you feverishly nod your head. He rips his fingers from your mouth, slapping your cheek harshly, “I asked you a question, whore. Answer it.” You tear up from the stinging feeling left by his slap but can’t help but feel even more aroused by it all, “l-love it so much. please… please fuck me harder..” The kikouban smirks, “Well since you asked so polite and all…” He trails off, slamming into you at a rough and fast pace. He keeps his hand on the bulge in your stomach as he fucks harshly into you. Moments later, you both cry out as you cum all over his fat cock and he paints your insides white. Pulling out, he frowns at the sight of the cum leaking out of you, “We’re gonna have to do something about that…”

The jintouban nudges his friend to the side and lines himself up with your entrance, “Allow me.” He pushes his fat cock into your throbbing cunt, fucking the kikouban’s cum back in. A satisfied smirk appears on his face as he sees the outline of his cock from your stomach as well, “Huh look at that boys. Seems my cock fills them up just as nicely.” His words make your eyes flutter shut and your head drops back against the makeshift bed with a loud whimper. The three nobushi are mesmerized at the sight before them; your tits bouncing with every hard thrust and the outline of nobushi cock in your lower abdomen. It doesn’t take long for the jintouban to release inside of you as well, stuffing you so full of cum. He frowns as well when he sees the cum leak from you again, “Still not good enough..”

The hitsukeban rolls his eyes, grabbing you and flipping you over onto your stomach. You let out a yelp as he does this, so exhausted and not expecting him to do that so suddenly. He wraps his big arm around your waist and lifts you up slightly, lining himself with your leaky and used cunt before bottoming out in one especially harsh thrust. The amount of times they have used you today alone has stretched your poor cunt out just enough that they can slide their thick long cocks inside it without too much struggle. The hitsukeban pounds into your pussy, hitting your cervix with each thrust. With the way his arm was holding you up by your waist, it was putting just the right amount of pressure on the bulging outline in your abdomen, causing you squirt all over his cock with a loud moan. The hitsukeban let’s out a low growl, “Such a good fucking whore squirting all over my cock like that…” The way you clench around him drives him wild and his thrusts become messy and rushed as he chases his own high. Seconds later, he’s filling you his thick hot load. His cock pulsing and throbbing inside of your poor abused cunt. The hitsukeban doesn’t pull out even as his cock finally begins to soften. He collapses down next to you and pulls you to him, holding your small fragile frame against his own large muscular body, “Gonna stay like this for awhile.. Gotta make sure the cum stays..” You let out a soft breathless whimper and look down at your stomach. It was now slightly more round having been filled their thick cum so many times in a day. You couldn’t really complain though. Fuck a daily commission reward, this was all the reward you needed.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hi, hello, okay, I have no thoughts in my brain but from the prompt - "wanna practise?" / "you'll have to teach me" with Phantom and either Dew or Rain? He could be slammed against the wall also 👀 Because Phantom is a dumbass who knows nothing and I love him. Please and thank you if you do write 🖤

How about Phantom, Dew and Rain using Poor Phantom?? No wall slamming though I’m afraid.

It wasn’t like Phantom meant to walk in on them. He’d just been so excited to tell Dew he’d managed to nail that solo he’d been struggling with, he forgot to knock, and burst his way through the door to Dew’s room.

He squeaked at the sight in front of him, slapping a hand over his eyes.

“Shit-I’m sorry- I’m sorry.” He stutters, stumbling backwards, his back hitting the door making him stumble forwards. “I’m sorry, again- ill leave.”

Rain pulled his lips off dew’s, a string of saliva connecting them. He glares at him, and Phantom feels himself shrinking back, fumbling to try and find the door.

“What do you want?” And the way Rain sounds, bored, irritated even, shouldn’t have Phantom’s cock twitching in his pants the way it does.

“I- I wanted to tell Dew I managed to get that solo right.” Dew beams at him from where he’s pinned beneath Rain. 

“That’s so good, Tommy! You’ve been working on that for ages now.” 

Phantom has to suppress a whimper, feeling his cock twitch at the praise. 

“I-thank you.” 

Rain glares at him again. “Is that all? Are you done here now?” 

Phantom nods, not trusting his voice not to break. 

“Good. Shut the door on your way out.” 

Phantom stumbles, tripping over his own feet, trying to move as fast as could to avoid pissing Rain off even more. 

“Wait!” Dew exclaims. “You could leave, if you wanted.” He look up at Rain, then back to Phantom. “Or…” He smirks. “You could join us.” 

Rain looks down at Dew with a questioning look. Dew wiggles his eyebrows at him, still smirking at him. 

Rain turns back to phantom, the same unimpressed, irritated look on his face. 

“Well? In or out?” 

“In-in- I’m in.” Phantom stutters again, stumbling into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. 

Rain rolls off Dew, rolling to the side and pats the space in the middle of them. “Come. Sit.” 

Phantom moves as fast as he can, climbing over Dew ungracefully and rolling himself in between the two ghouls. Dew giggles at him as he does. 

“He’s already hard, the poor little puppy.” 

Phantom whines burying his face in his hands. 

“Awwhh our poor little puppy, so easy aren’t you.” 

Rain voice is so condescending it has Phantom squirming. 

“Ah, don’t be mean to him, Rainy. He can’t help it, he’s just a baby.” Dew cuddles himself into his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Phantom can’t help sighing into the soft touch. 

“You wanna join me, little one? Wanna help me make Dew feel good?” That’s the nicest Rain’s sounded since he walked in. 

Phantom feels overwhelmed already, just at the thought. 

“I don’t- I’ve never- never done anything like this before.” He stutters again, feeling his cock twitch as humiliation pools on his belly. 

Rain runs a claw along Phantom’s jaw line. 

“You really are a puppy, aren’t you?” He runs a claw over his bottom lip, letting it dig into the soft pillowy flesh. “You want me to show you, puppy? Wanna practise?"

Phantom nods, letting Rain guide his face towards his own. “You’ll have to teach me.” He whispers.

He hears Dew snort a laugh.“He’ll teach you alright, don’t worry about that.”

Before Phantom can reply, Rain is pressing his lips to his. The kiss is sweet and slow, Rain’s hand stays on his cheek, guiding his head in the direction he wants. He feels Rain’s tongue tracing along his bottom lip. He parts his lips, letting Rain push his tongue into his mouth and he whimpers with it, his hand coming up to grip at Rain’s shoulders.

Behind him Dew whines. “I want a turn. Rain, let me have a turn.” Rain pulls away with a small laugh, and there’s another hand under his chin, turning his head to the opposite side, and another pair of lips are pressed against his.

Dews fast and sloppy with his kiss, fangs digging into his bottom lip, a hand in his hair, pulling him the direction he wants.

Phantom feels Rain pressing him up against him, feels the hard outline of his cock pressing up into his ass. “Use your tongue, puppy, just like I did to you. He likes that.”

Phantom pushes his his tongue into Dew mouth, making Dew whimper, his jaw going slack, the hand in his hair twisting, pulling harder.

“That’s it, good boy.” Rain coos at him, making Phantom himself whimper into the kiss. “Run your hands along the scars on his chest, then rub his nipples. It always drives him crazy.”

Phantom does as he told, tracing the scars on Dew’s chest, before thumbing over his nipples, pulling at the rings. Dew whines, his hip bucking into phantom’s.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Listen to me so well.” Phantom can’t help moaning into the kiss, his eyes rolling back. He can feel his cock jumping in the confinement of his sweatpants, and feels the tip dampen, precum beading at the tip.

Rains hand grips at Phantom’s chin, pulling him off Dew’s lips with a slick pop. He turns his head back into his direction. Phantom blinks owlishly at him, licking his spit damp lips. “My turn again.” Rain's lips are back on his, slow and sweet just like before, a complete juxtaposition to Dew. It makes his head spin.

Dew’s hand reach under Phantom’s T-shirt, pulling at his nipples just like he’d done to Dew. He whines, his hips bucking into Rain’s thigh. Dew places light kisses up the back of his neck and Phantom shivers with with light touch.

Rain bites at hip lip, making Phantom gasp and Rain takes the opportunity to push his tongue back into his mouth. Phantom whimpers, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Raaaaain.” Dew whines from behind. “I want a turn again, stop hogging our new toy.”

Rain pulls off him, looking behind him to Dew. “Yeah? You wanna play with him again.”

“It’s my turn.” Dew pouts at him. Phantom makes a choked off sound, the two ghouls talking about him like he isn’t even there, likes he’s just an object to them has heat flowing in his veins like lava, pooling between his legs.

Rain turns his head to the opposite side, and Dew’s lips are on his again in an instant. Rain runs a hand down Phantom’s belly. “That’s it, good boy.”

His hand moves further down, squeezing Phantom’s cock through his sweatpants. Phantom squeaks, his hips rolling into Rain’s touch. “If you keep being good us and let us have use you, maybe we’ll let you cum.”

[hiddenfemme]

HONEY PT. 2

Pairing: King Steve Harrington x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

NSFW 18+ - language, p in v, creampie, cheating

A/N: The series will take place after the events in part 2. There will be more character interaction, dialogue, and more happening apart from smut. The first two parts of Honey can serve more as a preface. I’m not sure I liked how this turned out but I’m really ready to get into the actual story. Again, this is short, sweet and hasn’t been proof read.

You were riding Steve in the front seat of his car before he had to pick Nancy up from Barbs. A quick excuse of too much homework and an angry mom a good enough reason for them as to why you couldn’t join.

You had him deep and you were taking him slow. His head was hanging forward, chin on chest, eyes trying so hard to stay open with every drag of your pussy against his cock, watching as all his length disappeared into you over and over again.

“Oh my fucking god, just like that honey.”

His fingers were digging into your fleshy hips, warm breath against your collar bone. Your tits were bouncing in his face, nipples pebbled and sucked raw.

You’d been fucking Steve long enough now to know when he was close. He became more needy, whiney, desperate. Like putty in your hands. Pliable, bendable, and so easy to control.

Your name falls out of his lips repetitively. His pleas too low and airy for you to make out.

“You wanna cum in me Stevie? Wanna to be full of you. Need to be.”

A groan escaped his throat. He loved fucking you like this, with no rush and with every inch. You always took him so well, molding to his fat cock just right. Like you were made for the sole purpose of milking him. He never felt so greedy, never counted down the minutes until he could feel that wet heat squeezing him dumb with anyone else apart from you.

It was only ever with you.

He was gluttonous for your pussy, for that sexy mouth opening wide letting out the most absurd sounds he had ever heard. In real life and in porn. Completely broken for your soft stomach and round ass.

“Yeah I’m going to cum in you honey. Gonna have your belly swollen with me. Fuck, I love you.”

You stopped moving, having him now fully sheathed inside you. Gripping his cock so tight he swore he was going to blow his load right there.

“What?” Your hands were clutching his shoulders, apprehension screwing up your face. Confusion glossing your eyes.

You had known Steve for 12 years. You’d been acquaintances for 5. Good friends for 2 and fucking for 8 months. In all that time he never even said he liked you. Not when you helped him do his hair after he grew it out. Not when you agreed to a double date with Tommy so he could hook up with Jess. Not when you’d complete an assignment for him because he “just didn’t have the time.” Not when you introduced him to Nancy and definitely not when you had him halfway down your throat for the first time. No, you would have remembered that.

It had to be an accident. A slip of the tongue in a moment of wet weakness.

“Honey I need you to move. Need to cum.” He was thrusting up into you. “Fuck, this pussy, oh my god, I could live in this pussy. Love you. Told you I love you. Move for me baby.” He was barley coherent. Drunk on cunt.

Twice. He said it twice.

“You love me?” You couldn’t muster up any shame at how hopeful you sounded. How wrecked, how pitiful. “Stevie y-you really love me?” You question with a roll of your hips. Grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck to lift his head up, to make him say it to you and not your hot slit.

“Shit!” He slammed into you so hard you fell forward, but he chased you. He always chased you. Ass slapping into his thighs so fast you knew you’d be red. “M’cumming, honey. Ugh fuck, take it, take it, all of it.” Each word pronounced with a lazier thrust than the last. His eyes were shut tight. Dick twitching inside of you. Breathing ragged. Hot spurts of cum hitting you so fair in, your eyes crossed. A silent scream of ecstasy barely pushing past your lips. Steve’s arms wrapped around you to ride out his last few pumps as close as he could get to you. Skin on skin. Foreheads pressed together.

“You’re so good to me, honey. So good.”

You don’t know how long you stayed that way . Taking each other in, him petting your head, you fixing his hair. Eye to eye and nervous smiles exchanged back and forth.

Had things changed?

Was he done hiding you?

Was it finally your chance to have your books held, to have his arms wrapped around your shoulders, held close while he laughed a someones joke that wasn’t even all that funny? Would he kiss you on your nose between classes and tell Tommy to stop flirting with his girl?

His girl.

Was it your turn?

He tapped the side of your thigh twice, always an indication for you to finally climb off. When you rose up his dick fell still semi hard and wet against the hair of his lower stomach. The sight almost enough to have you climbing to him from the passenger seat again.

“Fuck I’m late to get Nance. Can you get dressed fast, honey? I don’t have time to drop you off, you can walk right? Didn’t even realize the time, damnit.” He was rambling, throwing his shirt on and zipping his pants up.

“I’m sorry, just we have a movie date and you know they don’t allow time exchanges on the tickets. You get it right?”

You felt heavy all over. Like water was rushing past your ears and filling up your lungs. You gathered your clothes slowly, trying hard to control your movements, afraid he might see your fingers tremble.

Grabbing the handle of the car as soon as your dress was on.

“Yeah Steve, I get it.” You slammed the door harder than you meant to and you didn’t turn around when he called honey out of the window. You just clutched yourself tighter, walked faster and let blinding red rage overtake you when you finally heard him drive off.

Fuck Steve Harrington.

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

 Day 13: roleplay (thomas hewitt)

 He smiled and walked toward you.  “What are you doing in my chair, Mrs. YLN?”  You looked at him with big, innocent eyes before shrugging your shoulders.  “I was told to meet you in your office, sir,” you said as you tried not to smile, knowing that calling him ‘sir’ would make him hard in no time.

 Thomas nodded and told you to stand up, placing himself in the chair as you stood in front of his desk.  "Have you been misbehaving?"  He asked you, his elbows resting on the table and his chin resting in his hands as his eyes scanned your body.  "No sir."

 "Are you lying now?"  Thomas raised his eyebrows.

 “Because I can imagine you being sent here because of the way you're wearing your uniform.  I don’t think that’s how you should use it, Ms. YLN”  he said, pointing to his belly button.  You bit your lip and nodded.

 “I’m sorry, sir. I just thought I’d make this a little less annoying,” you said, winking at him. “Maybe you should show me how to use it?”

 "I think you need to be punished for wearing something so outrageous," Thomas said as he pushed his chair back behind the desk.  “Come here.” He patted your thigh, and you walked over to him before sitting on his lap, an innocent expression still on your face.  His hand traced your thigh and under your skirt to make it feel like you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“No wearing pants, huh?  Ms. YLN, you are really pushing this,” he said and slapped your ass hard, making you let out a small scream.  “I’m not wearing a bra either, sir,” you said, smiling at him.  Hewitt raised his eyebrows and looked at his chest.

 “Bend over,” Thomas said, pointing to the table.  You did as he said and pushed your upper body down onto the cool wood of the table, giving him the perfect view of your already dripping folds.  He slapped your ass hard, making you moan.  “Tell it,” he said.

 “Um,” you sighed before his hand landed on your ass again.  “Two.” His voice was low, barely above a whisper.  Three more spanks were given to you before he finally finished, and your wetness is coating your thighs now.

 “That was for bad behavior in class,” he said as he caressed her red ass.  “Now you need to be punished for teasing me, darling.”  You waited patiently until you felt Thomas tease your entrance with his length, without even bothering to take off your skirt.

 You were about to beg him to just fuck you when he suddenly slammed into you. There was nothing gentle in his pace as he thrust in and out of you roughly.  Moans from him filled the room as you desperately searched for something to hold on to, your hands pushing everything off the table so you could hold on to the sides.

 “Do you like having your pussy fucked like this, Ms. YLN?”  He asked, his voice low and growling.  "Yes sir."  Thomas groaned hearing you call him 'sir' in such a tone of voice, moaning his name repeatedly, which was bringing him closer to the edge.  One of his hands tugged at your ponytail, pulling your head back so that your back was pressed against his chest and Thomas could touch your breasts.

 The dirty talk, the spanking, and the way he was fucking you built the orgasm in your stomach before you screamed his name, your walls clenching around Thomas' length as your body descended onto the table again.

 “On your knees,” he said as he pulled out of you.  You turned around and straightened up before dropping to your knees in front of him, your mouth open and ready for Hewitt's cum.  His hand pumped his cock, and his moans got louder. He's soon shooting his load into her mouth.

 He helped you get dressed again, this time wearing your shirt normally and tucking it into your skirt.  “I will behave in class from now on, sir.”  You innocently looked up at him again, the look in your eyes almost made Thomas want to double you up again and go for round two.

 “I hope so, Mrs. YLN,” he said.  "And if not, I'll see you in my office again."

 @jdns-world

[akunya]

How about yandere Fulgur with 57 and 87 prompts

"captive little lamb.”

pairings: yandere!fulgur ovid / m!reader

summary: you’re so weak and stupid when you’re stuffed full of fulgurs cock - it’s not his fault you’re so pliant.

tws: NONCON, excessive cum, yandere. cheating, dacryphilia, objectification. degradation, dirty talk, bondage. blindfolds, belly bulge, victim blaming.

notes: yeah this is pretty OOC and dark. i need to catch up on fulgurs streams. please be careful while reading.

also, i wrote vox & fulgur to be brothers. it’s briefly mentioned.

“fuck you’re so tight.” fulgur groaned as he slammed into you, feeling himself becoming lost in your tight, warm heat. the bed creaked with every thrust of his hips, your body squirming in his hold as he made sure you felt every inch of his cock inside of you. if you were going to act like a stubborn bitch, then he would treat you like one.

the rope he had tied your hands with dug into your skin. you sniffled, crying harder when he pushed your legs back for easier access. it didn’t matter if he put a blindfold on you or not — the cool metal from his arm reassured you that it was definitely fulgur. however, he knew that losing your sight made you more sensitive and scared than usual, so he took advantage of it and tied a black piece of fabric against your eyes before you two started.

“it’s not fair that vox gets to fuck this little hole everyday. why don’t you let me do it, too?” he huffed, fingers digging into your skin. it wasn’t fair. he wanted you to look at him like you looked at his brother. it was hard enough controlling himself when he saw you in public. having you in his house - in his territory, visiting vox of all people, was the final straw.

fulgur shuffled and moved himself closer, filling you with his cock to the very brim. the cyborg stood still for a moment, the sheer size making a small bulge prominent in your stomach. you sobbed louder, hoping that he would pity you and let you go. “p-please, it’s too big-!” the man cooed, his hand grabbing your chin and tilting it upwards. although you couldn’t see him, you felt his eyes staring at your face, the grip of his robotic fingers soon turning forceful. he smooshed you’re face like that for a moment, letting go and patting your cheek as you sniffled pathetically.

the grey haired man laughed loudly and grinned. “it’s alright, y/n. i know you want it. your cock is much more honest than you are.” shaking your head no, you didn’t want to believe it. not like it mattered much anyways, since fulgur soon grabbed your shaft, squeezing it in retaliation. you hissed loudly, precum dribbling from the tip. hips smacking against your own, fulgur went back to seeking his own pleasure from your poor little body. you wondered if vox knew where you were, or if anyone cared at this point.

“don’t worry little lamb, you’ll get used to it..” your captors voice trailed off until he chuckled, slapping your ass. the pain made your back arch. the heavy scent of his cologne, along with not being able to see while he used you made your head spin. “look, your ass is so greedy it’s trying to milk me. so fucking tight, i can barely move!” fulgur mocked you, a sadistic grin on his face as you moaned, straining against your restraints. “you’ll become addicted to my cock after this, slut. ill fuck you everyday. you’d like that, wouldn’t you little one? does vox know what a desperate little cocksleeve you are?”

the painful cries and pleas to slow down didn’t stop the man from breeding you full. load after load, you lost count, your tummy swelling from the amount of cum he had emptied inside of you.

the cyborg had no issue showing you how devoted he was to making you feel good. if you refused him now, you’d love it eventually. that was your purpose, anyways — fulgur just happened to remind you of your rightful place: beneath him, forever.

[epigstolary]

Excuses

“I can lose the weight any time I want to,” you say, taking another huge bite out of the greasy burger. “I just haven’t had a lot of time lately to exercise. Work’s been busy.” You do your best to hide the noticeable paunch and thickening thighs developing on your body; but it’s hard when you, evidently, haven’t had time to buy new clothes, either.

“My weight has always fluctuated a lot. I’m just on an upswing — it’ll go back down before long.” You take another cookie, and the crumbs roll down your spreading belly and love handles. Your double chin bulges while you chew the treat, as if to emphasize your undoubtedly imminent weight loss.

“It’s just bloat. I don’t know why I’ve been retaining so much water lately.” Your tremendous ass and tits bounce as you lumber out of the convenience store, a massive soda and several candy bars in hand. Your clothes ride up from the movement, exposing more soft, tender flab as you walk.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with this car. It’s like the belt is stuck — I need to have someone take a look at it.” The blubber covering your body is pinched in half as you strain to get the seat belt to latch, despite being very obviously a couple inches too short. You shift your weight and a roll slams into the steering wheel, setting off the horn.

“I’m not even that big. And besides, a fuller figure is getting to be more fashionable.” Your elbow forms a noticeable dimple in your arm fat as you strike a pose, your hand sinking deep into the rolls on your side. As you shift your weight, your hanging underbelly peeks out from the bottom of the 5xl shirt.

“I just put on a little bit over the holidays. It’ll melt right off once I’m back on my normal routine.” Your belly slaps against your knees as you carry the family-sized grocery delivery inside, staggering into the kitchen, wheezing and gasping to catch your breath. It is March.

“I like hanging out in the living room, what’s the big deal? I’ll get a change of scenery sometime.” You reach into the mini-fridge next to the couch, your watermelon-sized boob fat bunching and pressing into your face as you grab for your sixth soda of the morning. Your entire body jiggles as you crash back into your crater in the cushion, which now takes up more than half the couch’s length.

“I just need to find a new place to order some clothes. My old place changed their sizing and stopped making anything to fit me.” The jumbo throw blanket is barely big enough to cover your nude body. Even now, blubber peeks out from under the corners that are just a little too far for your arms to reach and cover. If you could hold up their sagging fat long enough to try, that is.

“I can lose the weight any time I want to,” you say, pulling the empty fast food bag from underneath your side rolls. It takes a moment for you to recover from the effort of repositioning the hundreds of pounds of fat filling your body to reach it. Your belly, spreading across most of the bed and nearly touching your toes, rolls and undulates as you try and fail to toss the wadded bag into the bin across the room. “Would you mind getting that? I’m too tired to get up.”

[earlgreydream]

training.

| stucky x reader | smut | fluff |

anon requested. plz write a squirting fic with stucky & Bucky holds the reader down

dom!stucky helping you train & things get steamy

“Y/N, let’s go,” Steve called, watching you stretch in the corner of the gym. You nodded, bouncing to your feet and walking up to the mat in the center of the room. 

The training room was empty, barring you, Steve, and Bucky. School kept you busy during the day, leaving you to practice your fighting and defense at night. You didn’t mind, preferring to have the gym to yourself, able to train privately with your two super-soldier boyfriends. 

“Driving me crazy watching you stretch like that,” Bucky stated, taking your hand and helping you onto the sparring mat. 

Both boys struggled to keep their eyes off of you when you showed up to train in tiny spandex shorts and a sports bra. It was easier to move that way, and you needed all the help you could get during their intense sessions. Both men were shirtless, and your adrenaline was pulsing with sexual energy. You pushed the impure thoughts out of your head, trying to focus so you didn’t get the life beaten out of you. 

Steve watched as you practiced dodging hits from Bucky, moving swiftly out of the way of the blows. He tried to grab you, and you dropped low, managing to sweep him off of his feet by grabbing his ankle and yanking it out from under him. 

“Damn,” Steve smirked at you proudly, and you jumped on top of Bucky, shoving him back down before he could get up. 

“Think you’re so fucking smooth?” Bucky asked, flipping the two of you over, pinning you down to the mat. The surface was cold against your back, and amusement flashed in his silver eyes, along with lust, his eyes trailing down your body. He loved pinning you below him, proving that your body would bend to his will, even during your training. Steve adjusted himself, knowing he couldn’t get this hard while you worked, because he was up to work with you next. 

You used the instant of Bucky’s distraction to bring your knee up to his abdomen. He shouted, loosening his grip on you, unintentionally allowing you to slip out from under him. You kicked him down, standing on top of his back with a pleased grin. 

“How was that, Captain?” you asked Steve cheekily. 

“Very good, honey,” he tried not to laugh. 

Bucky knocked you off, and you fell hard against the mat. 

“Hey! You’re not allowed to be mad that I’m doing well!” you cried, the breath knocked out of you from the impact. 

He slapped your ass, not caring that you were succeeding in combat training. You shrieked at the sting that spread through your skin, and you gave Bucky a vicious look. You were annoyed at how aroused you were getting, at the action certainly didn’t help. 

��Buck, that’s enough.” 

Steve walked over, helping you to your feet. You thanked him, giving Bucky another scathing look. 

“Hey, cut the attitude. Go run,” Steve said, pointing to the padded track that stretched around the perimeter of the gym. You sighed but obeyed, jogging around the room. 

“Fuck, she’s going to kill me,” Bucky whispered, watching your body bounce as you ran. Steve agreed, definitely admiring your ass. You could feel their heated gazes, and it made you slick between your thighs. You had to train, but you were quickly going hungry for sex. 

You joined them once you finished your lap, sweat giving your skin a sheen. Bucky whistled at you, and you couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping your lips. 

“Come here,” you said, pulling him into a kiss. You were startled about how starved it was, his tongue instantly pushing into your mouth. He gripped your ass in his hands, and Steve scolded the two of you. 

You boxed with Steve, doing the drills that Bucky shouted out at you. Your breathing increased, your chest rising and falling quickly and your body bouncing on the mat as you delivered punches and kicks to the pads he held. 

The boys didn’t care as you grew tired, and you wrestled with Bucky, rolling around on the mat. Your thighs went around his head as you tried to roll the two of you over, but he knocked you down, his hands pinning you to the mat as he buried his face between your legs. 

“I want to fuck you so damn bad,” he growled into the spandex, making you moan with need, unable to hide it any longer. 

“Please, Bucky,” you begged.

“Sergeant, to you. We’re still training,” Steve corrected, your eyes rolling back at the command. 

Your hips were shoved to the ground, and Bucky climbed over you, kissing up your bare torso.

“Doll, you wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? Wearing the one you know I like,” he growled, nipping at you through the sports bra that held you in place. 

“Yes, Sergeant,” you answered, trying to roll your hips up into his. 

Bucky pulled down the zipper with his teeth, freeing you as the sports bra fell open. Steve swore, tossing his sweats off, kneeling down behind your head. 

Bucky couldn’t keep his hands from your chest, tugging at your nipples and making you squeal and writhe under him. 

“Want your Captain to fuck your mouth?” Bucky asked, smirking at you. 

“Yes, please!” You parted your lips, making Steve laugh darkly and cradle your head in his large hands. 

“So needy, honey. You’re so horny you’ll take dick anywhere you can get it, huh?” Steve teased, and you felt yourself growing even more soaked.

You moaned as he fucked into your mouth, burying himself in your throat. Steve groaned as you opened your jaw, running your tongue along the veins of his cock. 

“Fuck,” he swore, his blonde head falling back. He struggled not to slam into your throat, being careful as he rolled forward steadily.

You jolted as Bucky lightly bit down on your soft skin, delighting in the sound you made. He let off you, kneeling between your legs and pulling the spandex from your hips. 

“She’s fucking soaked, Stevie,” he gasped, running his fingers through your glistening slit. 

“All that from being thrown around by us?” Steve asked, knowing very well you couldn’t answer with your mouth still full of him. 

Bucky held your thighs open before his tongue replaced your fingers, the muscle dragging through your folds and pushing inside of you with shallow thrusts. You moaned around Steve, making the soldier’s hips stutter.

Bucky ate you out, holding your hips still and pressing his tongue flat against your cunt, making you squeal around Steve.

“I’m going to come, honey,” Steve’s voice was deep and raspy, sending heat shuddering through you. 

You gripped his thighs on either side of your head as he spilled down your throat, filling your mouth with his taste. You swallowed all of it, your eyes glassy as you gazed up at him. 

“So good for your Captain,” he praised you, leaning down to press a heady kiss to your lips. 

“Bucky!” You yelled as you came, gushing onto his chin, gasping as he lapped it all up. 

“You look so hot when you come, doll,” Bucky wiped his mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

You started to get up, but Steve stopped you, his hand wrapping around your neck and pulling you into a messy makeout session, distracting you as Bucky pried your legs back open. 

Steve laid you back down on the mat, groping your tits as Bucky knelt between your thighs. 

“Beg, doll,” Bucky smirked, brushing his tip against your clit, through your folds, teasing you.

“Please fuck me, Sergeant. I need to feel you in my pussy,” you whined, biting your lip and arching your back off of the floor. Steve smirked as you shuddered under his touch.

He rolled forward into you, stretching you out and satiating your throbbing need to be filled. Pleasure erupted through your body and you moaned, pushing your hips against his, trying to pull him deeper inside of you.

The air was thick and sexually charged. You were sensitive from your first orgasm, and you shuddered as Bucky’s tip brushed against your g-spot. The pressure was quickly rebuilding in your belly, and you were dangerously close to a second orgasm as Bucky rocked steadily into your pussy, encouraged by Steve’s teasing hands. 

“I’m close, I can’t hold it,” you warned, unable to fight it off. 

“You’re going to wait until we tell you, doll,” Bucky ordered, squeezing your thighs. Tears threatened to fall as you tried to hold back, and a choked shriek escaped you as he came inside of you, riding out his own orgasm with shallow thrusts, painting the inside of your velvet walls with his release. 

“Thank you, Sergeant,” you squeezed his wrist, your vision blurring. 

“Go ahead,” Steve granted you permission, and the pressure gave way, sending a powerful orgasm rushing through you. Your legs were shaky under Bucky’s hands, all of your nerves sparking like a live wire. Tears slid from your eyes, and Steve kissed them off your cheeks.

“You look so gorgeous when you fell apart, honey, all spread open and getting fucked here on the floor,” his deep voice shot down your spine and settled in your cunt. Bucky felt your walls seize around him at Steve’s lewd words rolling from his lips.

“Does it turn you on to hear Steve tell you filthy things?” Bucky asked, his gaze alerting you that he demanded an answer. 

“Yes!” you confessed, blushing.

There was no reason to be embarrassed about it, especially given what you were doing. They reveled in seeing you so shy, tearing your walls down as they took turns fucking the doubt from your mind. Neither of the boys teased you to shame you, they ate up your confidence in your sexuality, and they wanted to know how best to please you. Despite their dominance over you, they did everything for you, striving to extract as much pleasure from you as possible. 

And fuck, they were so good at it. 

You’d never experienced anything like the two of them, and any relationship or sex that predated them was rendered completely irrelevant. They blew your mind over and over again, taking you to heights of pleasure you had no idea were even possible. 

“I know you have another one in you, doll,” Bucky grinned, and you blushed, shaking your head.

“I’ve already come twice-”

“You can do it again, it’ll feel so good, I promise,” Steve kissed you, dragging you back onto his lap. He pushed his legs between yours, spreading you open on top of his body. 

You were hypersensitive already, and out of breath from the training and sex with the men who had superhuman stamina. Steve’s fingers pushed inside of you, curling forward and brushing your spongey walls, making you writhe on his lap. Bucky’s lips caught yours, tasting Steve still on your tongue. You moaned into his mouth as Steve fingered you quickly, lewd noises filling the gym as his fingers slid in and out of your pussy, slick from both yours and Bucky’s come. Bucky’s hand went between you, rubbing your clit as Steve pushed two fingers deep inside of you. He leaned back on his heels, watching you squirm and beg incoherently for more. 

“Captain!” you shrieked, about to snap. 

White-hot euphoria burned through you like fire, searing everything inside of you and swirling in your clit. You screamed and pulled on Steve’s hair as it shattered, electricity sparking through every inch of your skin. You squirted all over their hands and the padding below you, soaking everything between your legs. You panted, trying to draw air into your lungs and recover from the intensity, melting back into Steve’s arms.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life,” Bucky praised you, making your cheeks rosy. You’d never done that before, and you were suddenly shy around them, hiding your face.

“You alright, baby? That was a lot, huh?” Steve chuckled softly, kissing your cheek and hugging you tightly against him. 

“Yes, holy shit,” you swore, closing your legs and curling up into Steve. 

Your legs were still trembling slightly, even once they’d cleaned you up enough to slide your shorts back up your legs and rezipping your bra so you could walk through Stark Tower back to your room. 

“You did great, doll.” Bucky kissed your cheek before following you back to your room, turning on the shower as Steve set you down.

“I’m not letting you shower with me, I can’t go another round, and I know you two. Go shower and come back,” you laughed, pushing them out of your bathroom. 

You got clean, sitting on the tiled seat in your shower, still weak on your feet. Once the water started to go cold, you got out and dried off. You searched through your things, pulling a clean pair of cotton shorts on your legs and Bucky’s NASA hoodie, letting the fabric swallow you up. You wrapped your arms around yourself, breathing in Bucky’s scent that lingered on his clothes, like sandalwood and lemons. It instantly relaxed you, taking the edge off of your raw nerves. 

Your muscles were a little sore, and you grabbed a bottle of lotion from your dresser. The door opened and Steve and Bucky entered, Steve immediately going to stretch out on your bed. Bucky smiled when he saw you in his hoodie, and he hugged you from behind, kissing the back of your head. 

“Do you mind?” you asked, handing him the bottle. 

“Of course not.”

You sat on the bed and Bucky massaged the lotion into your muscles, patiently listening to you talk about your day. Steve’s soft blue eyes never left yours, playing with your fingers, his head resting in your lap. 

“Can we skip training tomorrow? I’m exhausted,” you asked, and Bucky smirked.

“Yeah, I suppose you can have one day off.” 

“So generous,” you giggled, leaning into his side as he settled down next to you. 

“We can always work out another way,” Steve suggested teasingly. 

[cartierbin]

pls , dilf!bangchan 🥺 with a huge size kink ! thanks if you’ll do it

ofc baby. maybe I should make a separate masterlist for miscellaneous requests.

『 pairing — chan x reader

genre — smut + dilf!billionaire chan fucking his babysitter

word count — 1.322k 』

smut under the cut !

“nana”, the smaller three year old boy tapped your arm whilst rubbing his eyes. the day was getting too long for him to handle and after spending it playing with you he was quite exhausted to say the least. “nana I’m sleepy”. he whines with his blonde curly hair disheveled over his eyes. he was a spitting image of his father with his thick lips and tiny face. you place the last toy in his toy chest. “you want to go night night baby?”. you coo and watch him nod his head in response reaching his arms up so you could lift him.

you hauled him on your chest rubbing his back while his head fell into the crook of your neck. he was so precious and sweet he melted your heart each day you took care of him. when you finally carried him to his room you tucked him in his Superman blankets to which he appreciated greatly. he cups your cheek and kisses it tiredly. “I love you nana”. he whispers just before turning over. nana is what he called you instead of “nanny”. the word nana was much more appealing to him. much more adorable to you. while tucking him in and planting a kiss on his forehead you hadn’t known the his father was watching your actions from the doorway, admiring the way you loved his son. owning a record label never gave him enough time to give baby chris the attention he needed. his mother was out the picture so you were definitely his only hope.

he admired your love but as of now he was also appreciative of the way your clothes were fitting you. just tight around the curvature of your frame and he couldn’t help but to watch you as you bent over, kissing baby chris in one of the many short pleated skirts that you owned. his eyes grazed over the way the hem of the skirt stopped just below your ass. you were startled when you finally realized the man was there. he usually didn’t come home as early as this. “oh! good evening mr.bang”. you bowed graciously in front of him. a small smile creeped along his lips. he sized you up, enjoying the fact that you were barely the same height as his shoulder.

“you don’t have to do that sweetie. I’m here a little earlier than usual but I’d just like to say thank you for taking care of my son the way you do,”. he fishes out his wallet, “I know I already have you on payroll but I’d like to pay you a little something extra if thats alright with you”. he informs while pulling out fat wads of cash. your eyes widened nervously at the amount. “oh mr.bang I don’t think I can take all that. what you pay me is just enough”. he smiles at your modesty. “It’s fine. just take it sweetie. by yourself something nice with it”. you shake your head. “it’s really alright. I love baby chris like he’s my own”. he crinkles that cash in his hand. “I’d really love to pay you something extra for your services. Is there a way I can do that?”. he asks, and by the way his eyes were already fucking you, you already knew just how he wanted to pay you. his energy wasn’t unwanted either. you’ve had your fair share of fantasizing over the sexy billionaire for months. however you thought it would be hard to even get a chance.

but here you were bending over his luxurious living room sofa with him beneath you, gripping the cheeks of your ass spreading them apart while he was sucking your pussy from behind. your hands grip the soft material of the pillows with lewd moans falling from your lips. his tongue slid easily around your pussy because you were gushing with each move of his lips, every single one being much more powerful than the last. he slams a hand down on your ass while wedging his lips in between your sopping folds, earning a sharp whine from you. “mr. bang”. you stammered into the couch cushions in a tiny muffle. he slid upwards giving you a long languid stroke before tongue kissing your creaming pussy with little regard for the loud wet sounds his mouth was making each time he pulled away and went back for more. each time he went back you felt yourself contracting and oozing more, saturating his lips and chin to the fullest.

you were still throbbing when he hiked your hips up, the height of the couch still not being substantial enough to bring you to the height of his hips. he flipped your skirt up and relished the way your pussy looked with streams of white all of over it. he cinched his fingers around your waist and inched his lengthy veiny cock in between your folds, feeding you everything he had until you were filled to the brim with his cock. you took an astonished gasp feeling him inside you completely stuffing you. he dropped his head back and licks his lips. “your pussy is so small and tight fuck”. he groaned trying to get used to the feeling. he never felt anything more pleasurable in his life. he draped his body over yours and you could feel his cold chain sweeping over the back of your neck. your mouth was still agape from him entering you but now he was absolutely drilling you, not giving a single fuck about his intensity. almost as if he were waiting for this moment just as you were.

his thick lips kissed the back of your ears, licking and sucking hickies into the back of your neck. “what are you doing princess? hm?”, he groaned and whispered all at once, “what are you doing being this small and taking dick this good? who taught you this?”. if you could talk you would tell him that absolutely no one did and that in fact, he was the biggest you ever took in your life. you didn’t know how you were even functioning with eyesight and hearing, because chan was fucking the thoughts out of your head and the breath out of your lungs. you could barely moan without becoming winded, everything coming in half syllables that came to abrupt stops. he slaps your ass with a stinging pain. “you’re so fucking cute. I could fuck your pretty little pussy all day long”. you shrieked and clutched another pillow with your body jolting forward from the roughness of his thrusts. your walls were clenching harshly and an overwhelming bliss curved flames in your belly. “I’m going to cum ngh fuck it feels so fucking good”. you whine on the verge of tears. chan smirks. “this is how big girls get fucked princess. can’t you take my dick like a big girl?”. you shake your head trembling underneath him. “no I can’t- I can’t I’m fucking cumming please mr. bang”.

it was hot hearing your cum drip to the floor beneath you both as he kept fucking you until his cum filled your pussy to the brim just like he dick did. by the time he was finished with you you draped over the couch wearily, wondering how the hell you were going to be able to walk to the door. you were so fucked out and tired you were incomprehensible of doing anything active anymore. he kisses that weak spot below your ear again, kneading his hands into your ass massaging it like dough. “go upstairs in the guest bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. I’ll drive you home later”.

[kawaii-koneko-chan0912]

Never Enough - Kevin Kaslana

Summary:  Since Kevin likes to be on top, why not make him do all the work~

As much as you enjoy having Kevin on top of you, this position has got the rest of your experiences beat. Lounging on the bed, pillow under your hips, and enjoying the rolling of his hips against yours, you’re living your best life. Of course, the view of his perfectly muscled, pale abs rippling with his efforts is mouthwatering. Add to that the bobbing and weaving of his blushing, leaking cock as he repositions his knees and his feet to lean back, and it’s absolutely porn worthy.

“Oh, Kevin, honey, you look so good like this,” you growl and scratch up his abs and chest. Dig and claw until bright red lines bloom up all over his pale flesh. “Ride me harder, baby.”

Kevin grits his teeth and leverages on his powerful thighs and braced feet, his hands planted on your thighs, panting with the effort of bouncing up and down on the thick dildo protruding from your crotch. Sweat drips from his chin, his temple, slicking his body and turning it shiny under your bedroom light. He growls, snarls at you when you grip his cock and fondle his balls, “My love, I-”

“Getting tired, Kevin?”

It’s said in a sweet tone, but Kevin is affronted by it and switches back to straddling you properly, his hands slamming into the bed by your shoulders. His arms, bulging and flexing with his movements, tremble and shake. No, he’s not tired. He’s just-he’s just super fucking sensitive-shit stop touching his cock or he’ll-

“Ma’am-I-” His voice is raw, seething with emotion. Panic. Desire. Frustration.

“You wanna cum, Kevin?”

His eyes spit fire at you. “Yes,” he hisses, ducking his head so he’s blanketed over you. Skin to skin. Mouth to mouth. His forehead pressed against yours and his biceps at your head, hiding you entirely under his strong figure even as he rides the dildo like a pro. You can feel his cock rubbing up against your belly, smearing precum all over your skin. In between kisses, Kevin nips and nibbles at your lips, snarling into your mouth, “Do I have permission?”

“Mmm,” you purr. While you consider his request, you brace your own feet and roll up into him while he sinks down, stuffing the fat dildo so far into him and so hard that he wheezes, his eyes rolling in its sockets. “Do you deserve it?”

“Yes.” Kevin separates from you with a sharp pop and bares his teeth, his hips rolling faster, harder, until you, too, are huffing from the force of his thrusts. “So-” He stops and grinds in tight, quick circles, whimpering silently into your neck. “Even if you don’t give me permission-” His cock throbs and flexes, his balls pulling up tight against his body. His hands tangle themselves into your hair, his body squirming against you as he feels you dig your nails into his ass cheeks. “I’ll just cum anyway.”

Laughing, you fuck up into him from below and squeeze a hand between your bodies so you can get to his thick, hungry cock. “Oh, really?”

Growls echo in your ear. “Do you test me?” A slap on his ass makes him jump. But that’s all he needs. Kevin stiffens against you, an expression of panic and surprise flitting across his handsome features. “No-! No-I-!”

“Cum for me.”

And with a soundless cry, he does. Face stuffed into your neck, hips rocking desperately, ass tightening and squeezing the dildo inside him, the dildo that scrapes against his sweet spot each time he rocks back and forth. Prolonging his orgasm and forcing his cock to spurt out stream after stream of pearlescent cum. So with one final, pathetic squirt of cum, with one last tiny little wheeze that you feel more than hear, Kevin falls limp against you, his sweaty body pinning you where you lie.

And yet you continue to pump your hips gently up and down. Letting him ride through the afterglow. Letting him twitch and moan cutely against you to stop.

“E-enough.” Even as he says that, he chases your dildo as you pull out of him gently. Groans at the sick squelch of his asshole letting go of the thick silicon. Sighs at the feel of your nail raking a line of fire up his spine. “Enough.”

“Done so soon, my lovely?” You ask with a contented grin, busying yourself with scratching the hell out of his back for your own amusement. “I didn’t think a bit of riding would tire you out so much.”

That taunt is more than enough to get him to snap his slightly hazy gaze to you, fire building in its icy depths once more. “What?”

“Oh, it’s only been twenty minutes since you started, Kevin. It’s a new record~”

He growls, teeth bared, and sits up, rising on his knees high enough to slip the cock back inside him. “I’m. Not. Done.”

Got him. “That’s my good boy.”

[bluecookies02]

Hawks x F!Reader-PegHawks2020

masterlist

summary: reader stumbles upon her very distressed boyfriend who's begging for her to make him feel good.

//Yagami Yato is to be held responsible for this lil fantasy of mine

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warning: mature content

pegging, eating out (female and male), mommy kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, cum play.

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As soon as you entered the warmth of your house, you let out a sigh of relief.

Kicking your shoes off and placing your jacket on the hanger, you quietly made your way to the bedroom you and your boyfriend shared.

Taking quiet steps up the stairs, knowing that Keigo recently came back from work too, you tried to keep it down in case he was asleep.

Your hand was about to twist the knob until a groan reached your ears.

Your heart sank as the worst-case scenario played in your mind. You could also hear the sound of skin slapping, hurried and sloppy thrusts becoming loader and loader as you focused on them.

"Y/N, please m-moore,c'mon make me cu-uhm, please, p-please-"

Your mouth hung agape, your thighs involuntarily clenching together at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

You finally twisted the knob, the sudden movement making Hawks vince in fear.

Once he caught sight of you in the doorway, his hands quickly reached for the blanket, struggling to cover himself, a string of curses spilling from his mouth, the toy still buried deep inside of his ass.

"Having fun there babe?" you grinned, quickly discarding your clothes on your way to your shared bed. You hovered over your boyfriend, pulling the blanket from his face.

"I-I, I was just...kinda...I hope you aren't disgusted by me, but from the look on your face, I presume you're not, uhm and you took off your clothes too so I guess that's a good sign, b-but still I-" you reached your finger up to shush him.

You raised his legs back up, making the toy slip out of his ass, followed by a hiss from your boyfriend.

The belts connected do the dildo made you smirk, working the belts around your thighs and hips, tightening the material between your folds too.

"How long were you hiding this birdie?" you questioned, your hand gliding over the toy now tightly strapped on you.

"Weeks...months...I don't know. I just...didn't know if you would be into it"

Eventually gaining some of his courage back, Hawks pulled you by your arm, making you fall against his chest, his hands finding your cheeks as he smashed your lips together.

Your fingers trailed his hips, scratching your nails over the surface of his soft skin, making him gasp in your mouth.

You broke the kiss, your tongue lulling out of your mouth as you gasped for air.

Keigo grabbed a hold of your chin, placing the pad of his thumb over your tongue, gliding over the slimy surface.

Your wondering hands ghosted over his hole, the grip on your jaw tightening once your fingers dipped into him.

Saliva trailed down your lips and onto his chest, his thumb still keeping you from closing your mouth.

His cock was now painfully hard, throbbing against his navel and twitching slightly each time you slammed knuckles deep into his ass.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, the grip on your face rough and painful.

His hand was about to get a hold of his aching member, only to be slapped away by your hand, your fingers leaving his ass as you raised to your knees.

"Hey birdie, you're not being really fair here, aren't you?" you complained, gliding your index finger over the tip of his swollen cock.

The strap of your dildo was now drenched in your slick, your pussy swallowing up the material of the belt.

"Sit on my face, p-please" Hawks pleaded, his eyes glistening once you trapped his head between your thighs, your pussy directly over his face, his mouth watering at the sight of your cunt clenching the material of the strap hungrily.

He pushed your ass down, almost suffocating himself as he latched onto your cunt.

His legs were still wide open for you, his hips shuddering each time you heard him swallow around you.

You leaned down over him, his cock grinding over your tits as you slid down to his ass.

You dipped your head between his tighs, your tongue burying deep inside of his hole.

The hum from his mouth sent vibrations through your cunt, Keigo's nails digging into your flesh as he made you ride his face.

The friction of your tits rubbing against his cock made Keigo push his hips up into you, your tongue trying to follow his thrusts.

"Hmph, I...c-hummin' "

His hand gripped the belt between your legs, his tongue fiercely pushing into your cunt, the friction of the belt, the spurts of his hot cum coating your tits causing your cunt to clench around him, the knot in your belly snapping loose as you came on his face.

You struggled to go catch your breath, raising your head up, collecting some of the mess from your tits.

You sat on your heels next to Hawks, his eyes bearly open, a blissed-out expression on his face.

"Look at this filthy mess, you made mommy all dirty..."

His mouth dried up, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The look on your face was dark and focused, trailing your cum coated fingers to your boyfriend's ass.

"Will you take it? Will you let mommy fuck your cum into you? Hmm?"

Hawks bit his lip, trying his hardest to speak up, his lungs still struggling to regain the much-needed air.

He nodded his head, slowly rising on his hands and knees for you.

You positioned between his legs, covering the rubber toy in thick cum, your hips angling up as you rubbed it over his hole.

The toy sank in with ease, a groan escaping your boy's lips.

You smothered your hands over his back, stopping at his shoulders as you squeezed them, snapping your hips forward, your hold on him stopping him from tumbling forwards.

"Fuck, f-fuhk, fuck, mommy yes, hghm, please, Y/N" you set an unforgiving pace, plowing in and out of his ass, pulling him against your chest, his hands grasping the belts on your hips for support.

"Good birdie" you mumble against his neck, nibbling below his ear, Your fingers wrapping around his neck, making him feel dizzy and fucked out.

"Slow down, ple-eahs, I don't, I don't wanna cum yet, nonono...too fa-ah~, fuck" your free hand reached for his cock, grasping it in your hand.

"Shhh, you look so pretty when you cum birdie, let mommy see again? Can you do that for me? Can you cum in my hand like a good little slut?"

Your thrusts never faltered, your pussy throbbing at the sight of your boyfriend blabbering half coherent words, his eyes rolling back into his head and his cock fucking into your hand.

Your thrusts became sloppy when his hips shuddered desperately, your boy going feral, burring his cock in your fist and trying to push himself deeper onto the soaked toy at the same time.

"Th-here, Y/N, gonna cum, gonna...right there" you moved the hand from his neck to his hair, tugging his head back so you could push your tongue in his mouth.

A strangled whine ripped through his throat, with one final flick of your wrist, his cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating as waves of cum leaked down your fist.

You pulled out, the mix of his first release and your spit gushing out of his ass.

You pushed your boyfriend down onto his back, unbuckling your strap and throwing it next to you.

Keigo's eyes snapped wide open once you slid your cunt over his spent cock.

"You made your mommy so wet birdie, don't tell me you can't take her pussy now..." you scolded, wiping away the tears from your overwhelmed boyfriend's face.

"I can, I can, I can make mommy feel good, I can I promise! God, thank you, thank you" you felt him place his cock at your entrance, pushing in slowly.

You slammed yourself down, his cock balls deep in your cunt, he wrapped his arms around you, sitting up at the edge of the bed, pulling you with him.

He buried his face in your tits, his hips angling up to fuck in and out of you.

"It hurts mommy, I-I, no, I have to make mommy feel good, I gotta, I-" He felt like the head of his sensitive member burned each time your pussy convulsed around him.

"You're doing so well birdie, you're gonna make mommy cum so good, you're so hot like this, you're gonna make me cream all over you" your hand slid down to your clit, rubbing vigorously over the sensitive nub.

You met his thrusts each time, pushing him deeper and deeper into you, his cock painfully stretching you out. It was like it was made for you and your pussy only, the ridges of it rubbing against the soft patch of flesh inside of you.

"Cum, please cum, please, Y-Y/N"

Soon enough you clamped around him, your cunt spasming as you rode him, his arms tightening around you as you threw your head back.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you, almost water-like cum spilling out of your hole.

"No more, please, no more, I c-can't, please" you hummed to yourself, rising to your feet, a look of adoration plastered on your face as your boyfriend fell back onto the mattress.

"I'll clean you up honey, you can doze off" you mumbled, grabbing his hand and kissing his knuckles.

You strolled to the bathroom, soaking a towel in warm water, cleaning yourself first before going back to your bedroom.

You watched your boyfriend's chest rise and fall, quiet snores coming from his mouth.

You cleaned him off gently, careful to not disrupt his sleep. You tossed the towel into the laundry basket, coming back to the bed and laying down next to him.

You had no idea you had it in you.

You snuggled up against him, kissing his cheek before pulling the covers over the both of you. He draped his arm over you, putting all of your weight on him, placing his lips at the top of your head.

You'll do it again. For sure.

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[contemplativepancakes]

let me just ease your mind

sharing something vulnerable for @whataboutthebard

Lambert/Jaskier, E

“If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh at me,” Jaskier says, his hand on Lambert’s bare chest.

Lambert raises an eyebrow at him. “When have I ever laughed at you?”

“Every single day, you brute!”

Lambert mouths at Jaskier’s neck, his breath hot against Jaskier’s face. “I’ll attempt to contain myself. No promises.”

Jaskier fixes him with a glare, and Lambert sighs. “All right, I promise. Happy?”

Jaskier grumbles. “Not particularly.”

Lambert raises his eyebrows expectantly, and Jaskier looks down, tugging at the bed spread instead of making eye contact. A blush colors his face.

“I’ve…never slept with a man before.”

A flurry of emotions crosses Lambert’s face, settling on something soft. Jaskier shoves him in the chest. “Don’t look at me like that!”

Lambert carefully fixes his gaze into something more akin to a leer before he grins. “Better?”

“This was a terrible idea. I should have just strung you along forever. What was I thinking, inviting you into my bed?”

“We don’t have to do anything,” Lambert says cautiously.

“I want to.”

“Okay, okay,” Lambert placates as Jaskier crosses his arms. “What do you want to do?”

Jaskier buries his face into his hands. “Melting into the floor sounds nice right about now.”

Lambert carefully tugs his hands away, making Jaskier look at him. “Hey, I’m not going to be a dick about this, okay? I’ll make it good for you.”

He kisses Jaskier’s temple, before moving down to his neck, and across his chest, stopping to play with his nipples and run his fingers through his coarse chest hair. Jaskier lays back and spreads his legs, letting Lambert take the lead. Lambert moves to the end of the bed, where he kisses the crease of Jaskier’s thigh. His fingers trail over the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, and he has to stop his legs from trembling at the tenderness of it all. “Touch me,” Jaskier pleads.

Lambert gives him a grin that makes Jaskier think he’s in for a very long night. He looks at Jaskier’s swelling cock, starting to stand up from his belly. Putting a hand on his chin, he says, “Hmm. Not yet, I don’t think.”

He continues his torment of Jaskier, touching him absolutely everywhere except his cock. His fingers brush the shells of Jaskier’s ears, and Jaskier keens in frustration. “Aren’t you always telling me to be more patient?” Lambert wonders aloud.

“Do as I say, not as I do,” Jaskier says, before he can’t take it any longer, and he hauls Lambert by the shoulders up to him so he can kiss him.

Jaskier jams their mouths together, but Lambert puts a hand on his chest, making him lean back until he can barely reach Lambert’s lips and slow down. The kiss becomes tender. Jaskier squirms on the bed, trying to rut up against Lambert to find any sort of friction he can. As soon as he rubs his hard cock against him, Lambert immediately backs up.

“Lambert!” he protests.

“Told you I was going to make it good,” Lambert murmurs.

“And so you’re planning on teasing me endlessly?”

Lambert shrugs, a devious expression on his face. “I’m having fun; aren’t you?” Lambert sobers for a moment. “Do you want to fuck me, or do you want to get fucked? Or whatever, we can do something else, too.”

Jaskier pauses to think. “You’d let me do that to you?”

Lambert squints at him. “Yes? It feels good. I’m not particular.”

Jaskier gives him a disbelieving look.

“About this,” he amends, laughing as Jaskier’s sure he thinks about all the things he’s very particular about.

While the idea of having Lambert all spread out in front of him and panting is certainly appealing, he also doesn’t want to mess this up. People tend to think he’s so much more experienced than he really is, and it’s led to many misunderstandings throughout the years. Besides, there’s no guarantees they’ll sleep together again after this, and if anyone is going to enter him for the first time…having it be Lambert might not be so bad. Enjoyable, even, if the tales he’s heard are to be believed.

“Fuck me,” Jaskier decides. “And touch my fucking prick!”

Lambert ghosts a teasing touch over his cock, and Jaskier lifts his hips, chasing after it. It doesn’t help since Lambert gets up from the bed, Jaskier makes a displeased noise at the loss of his weight and heat. He digs through his bag until he finds a jar of something. “Made it myself,” he preens. “With seaweed.”

Jaskier wrinkles his nose. “I’m sure it’s delightful.”

“Hey, I see that face! This is the best quality stuff you’re going to find.” Lambert sighs wistfully. “Fucking carrageenan, man.”

“I see you’ve been hanging about with your sorceress too much again.”

“After tonight, you’ll be begging me to go meet her so you can thank her yourself, trust me.”

Jaskier hums, unconvinced, but his tune quickly changes after Lambert strokes Jaskier’s cock using it, his hand unimpeded as it glides up and down the shaft. Jaskier’s cock is red and weeping by now, but Lambert still doesn’t take pity on him, pulling his hand away after the few tugs.

“Do you want to do it on your stomach or back?”

Jaskier thinks about it for a second. “My back.”

He doesn’t want to say as much, but he does think the experience will be enhanced if he’s able to see Lambert during it. His muscles look good while he’s clothed, and they’re doubly enchanting now. Jaskier drifts a finger across one of Lambert’s scars. Lambert glances down as he manhandles Jaskier into the position he wants him in, tugging him to the edge of the bed while he stands in front of him. “That one’s from a harpy, I think,” he says.

“A harpy got the better of you?” Jaskier asks in mock disbelief.

“Shut up. It happens.”

The lines around Lambert’s eyes crinkle, and Jaskier can’t help but return the smile. Lambert bends Jaskier’s leg, leaning down to kiss the delicate skin of his ankle and licking it a little just to be an ass because he’s Lambert, before situating himself in between Jaskier’s legs. He puts more of his slick on his fingers, before he circles them around Jaskier’s hole. Jaskier looks down in fascination as two of Lambert’s fingers breech him. Rotating his hand, Lambert looks at Jaskier to make sure nothing hurts, and Jaskier nods at him eagerly, just an odd sensation of something foreign being inside of him. Nothing mind blowing yet, but so far, so good. Lambert soothes his hand down Jaskier’s flank. “Gentle, remember?”

Jaskier scowls at him as Lambert pulls his fingers back out, spreading more slick on them before he introduces a third finger. He wiggles them inside Jaskier, crooking them about as he presumably looks for the little bundle of nerves that Jaskier’s heard so much about. There’s a sense of cognitive dissonance as he looks down at where Lambert’s fingers disappear into him, but he gasps when Lambert presses up against the spot he was looking for. “Right there,” Jaskier tells him, and Lambert rubs him relentlessly, making Jaskier moan and light up from the inside out.

His cock throbs. He reaches down to touch it halfheartedly, but Lambert slaps his hand away, as he expected. “Touch me, please,” he begs.

Lambert relents with another teasing touch, just dragging the fingers not currently inside Jaskier up his shaft before pulling at the foreskin a bit. Lambert keeps this up until Jaskier is a boneless, panting, mess. “Just fuck me,” Jaskier cries.

“I’m going to finger you for another minute, just for that.”

Jaskier throws his head back against the pillow and shuts his eyes, trying to keep his overwhelming arousal from crashing over him. Finally, blessedly, Lambert pulls out his fingers. He lines up his cock with Jaskier’s hole, pressing the head in. He scoots Jaskier up on the bed so he can bracket his arms around Jaskier as he pushes in farther, waiting for Jaskier to adjust with each bit.

Their faces are close to each other, and Jaskier can’t help but pull Lambert into a sloppy kiss as the blunt sensation of fullness settles in his gut once Lambert’s all the way sheathed inside of him. “Okay?” Lambert asks, and Jaskier nods. He’s a little amazed that it doesn’t hurt. There was only a slight burn as Lambert first entered him, then the overwhelming feeling of knowing that Lambert’s cock was inside of him.

Lambert buries his face in Jaskier’s neck, sniffing at him as witches are wont to do, while he shallowly thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against the walls of Jaskier’s hole maddeningly. After a few minutes of this, Jaskier is blubbering from the sensation of exactly what he wants being so close but out of reach. His hands come up to grip at Lambert’s thighs, urging him to go faster.

Melitele smiles down at him when Lambert finally repositions himself so he has better leverage, starting to slam inside him. Jaskier shuts his eyes and listens to the slap of their skin echo in the room, crying out whenever Lambert gets a particularly good thrust past his prostate. Lambert reaches down between them to take Jaskier’s aching cock in hand, stroking him quickly. He twists his hand as he does, sometimes reaching down to brush his thumb over Jaskier’s sack and fondle it. Jaskier nearly bites through his lip at the stimulation of it all.

It’s a pathetically short amount of time after that when Jaskier spills, shouting Lambert’s name and squeezing his hand around Lambert’s wrist. Lambert slows his thrusts and strokes Jaskier through it, until Jaskier pushes his hand away.

Lambert pulls out of him before Jaskier can protest, leaving his hole clenching around nothing and bereft as it begins to tighten again. Lambert jacks his cock quickly, Jaskier tracking the microexpressions that flit across his face as he brings himself his own pleasure until he comes, spurting onto Jaskier’s crotch and stomach. Jaskier gives him a put upon sigh at the mess, but he’s not sure how convincing it is when he’s so tired he can barely do anything but lay there.

Lambert grins at him and tugs at his hair before he retreats to grab something off the floor that Jaskier recognizes as his doublet. “Hey!” he protests, but it doesn’t stop Lambert from cleaning them up with it.

“You’re buying me a new shirt,” Jaskier says.

Lambert hums. “I’ll wash this one for you. Maybe. If you’re lucky.”

Jaskier throws an arm over his eyes. “You’re so cruel to me.”

He keeps his arm there until Lambert prods him in the side.

“How was that?” Lambert asks. “World shaking?”

Jaskier looks up at him, brushing his fingers through Lambert’s bristly hair and making him flush. “It was everything I wanted.”

[danidrabbles]

OCTOBER 1: KNIFE PLAY

Notes: Kicking Kinktober off with the following. Thank you as always @javier-pena for reading this over for me!

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+!)

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: SMUT, established relationship, romance???, sexy use of knives (...i hope), sliiiiightly dub-con but that’s Dave for ya, dirty talk, gags, 1 **** (dedicated to Kelli and Cris 😘) If I forgot anything important, please let me know!

The slam of the door startles you awake. Sitting up in bed, you listen to him rummage around downstairs, trace his path through the kitchen, the living room, and up the stairs. Usually, he’s more quiet, at least attempts to not wake you, but the fact that he doesn’t must mean that today is one of those days.

You know what Dave does; your darling husband by day, something else entirely by night.

It hadn’t started off like that, is what he told you once he came clean. He really had been a CIA operative before becoming what he is now. But this suited him better. He had tried to explain what that meant, careful not to scare you; that people paid good money to eliminate other people, that it sometimes got messy.

But you weren’t scared. You tried to explain that to him, and that mutual understanding, that you were the same on some level others might consider fucked up, it deepened your bond, your marriage, in a way you never expected.

The bedroom door sweeps open, his silhouette dark in the deep of the night, painted in shadows, but the little light in the room does allow you to take note of the blood that has dried on his face. It makes you inhale deeply, fisting the duvet under your hands and waiting for him to make the first move.

It’s one of those days, after all.

Dave reaches you in two big steps, his boots heavy against the protesting wooden floor, but waits at the end of the bed, gnawing at his bottom lip and balling his fists like he has to physically hold himself back.

“It’s okay,” you say, and as soon as you do, he’s on you. Sheets discarded, he crawls over you, pushing you back against the mattress. His eyes roam your face, and he seems to be looking for more than that, so you give him more affirmations. “You can take what you need.”

Wordlessly, he straddles you, a thigh on either side of your body, and you’re trapped below the weight of him, your arms pinned to your side, the fabric of your nightgown stretched across your frame. There’s a barely-there roll of his hips, and he’s unmistakably hard as he seeks out the friction against you. He reaches behind himself, then produces his knife from his back pocket. With a click, the blade reveals itself, glinting like a promise and fuck, it shouldn’t make a burst of arousal flare up inside of you, but it does.

“You would let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” Dave asks as he turns the knife over in his hand once, twice, before giving you an expectant look.

“Yes,” you answer, obedient, eager, honest—because you would.

The cold blade—phosphated carbon steel, as he once explained to you—presses against the skin at your collarbone, the tip just hitting the side of your neck, and you swear you can feel your pulse racing against the sharp steel.

You know exactly what he can do with it, what he has done with it, and yet you trust him, literally with your life.

“You won’t hurt me, not unless you know I want it.”

You don’t miss the way he grins, or grinds down against you, or how he inspects your body under his. In a flash, he hooks the knife under one of the straps of your nightgown and pulls, the fabric parting easily around the top of the blade.

An eager hand pulls at the flap of fabric until he can fill his hand with the soft, plump flesh of your breast. With a gasp, you arch up against him, crying out when he pinches your nipple and twists.

You expect him to go for the other strap, expose your tits to him and play with them until you’re begging him for more, but instead, he fists the torn fabric and pulls it away from your body, bringing the knife up to begin cutting a slit right down the middle. With each rip-rip-rip of fabric, the throb between your legs gets more intense, and an actual moan escapes your lips when he fists the last bit of it and pulls, tearing the garment in half and pushing it to the sides of your body.

His finger dips under the waistband of your underwear, grazing just where the soft curls on your mound begin. He toys with it, pulling it from your body and letting the elastic snap against your skin, before hooking his finger back under it.

“Want me to tear this off, too?” he asks, focusing not on your face, but on the task at hand.

You take a deep breath. “Use the knife.”

That earns you his attention, something akin to pride flashing across his face before he looks back down. In one rapid move, the blade slides over your hip bone and under the fabric of your underwear. With a tug, it tears, the elastic snapping and the material folding back, exposing you to his hungry eyes.

Your head falls back against the pillow, and you moan as he repeats the action on the other side, again when he rips the fabric from between your legs.

“Open up,” he orders.

You try to move your legs, open them for him, but with his thighs still on either side of yours, it’s impossible. Just as you’re about to protest, he leans over you, grabbing you by the chin.

“Open. Your mouth.”

His fingers find your face, and the pinch to your cheeks borders on painful, making you open your mouth with a wet gasp.

Even in the dark, you can see him smile, before he tilts your head back just a tick and spits. His smile only grows when you welcome it with a moan, eyes fluttering and body surging under him before you swallow. “That’s my good girl,” he praises, kissing your open mouth before stuffing your ruined panties inside of it.

The blade is back at your throat, and the pressure of it against your voice box abruptly cuts off your answering whine. With a rough exhale Dave sits back and begins dragging the dull side of it down your body. Still, you find yourself holding your breath, your chest jutting out with the effort. Chin to your chest, you watch as he circles your nipple, once, twice, until it begins standing to attention, hardening at the cold, gentle touch. He brings it back to the centre of your chest and slides it over to your other breast, flicking at your nipple. Satisfied with how your body quivers under his, he slides the blade further down your body, following the bump of your ribcage to your belly button and down.

He shuffles back, and despite the fact that his body is no longer keeping your arms incapacitated, you keep them pressed against your torso while he crawls between your legs. With his free hand, he pulls one over each of his thighs, spreading you open for him to look at, to take you.

The knife kisses the sensitive skin of your thighs, and he keeps teasing you while he opens his trousers and takes his cock out. His eyes fix themselves on your cunt, no doubt glistening with want, even in the dim light of the night.

“You get so fucking wet for this shit, it’s depraved, sweetheart,” he grits out, and despite the fact he says it like he’s scolding you, you know he loves it. Dave is a dark man in more ways than one, and he loves that you’re like this. Like him. For him. With him.

He proves you right when he begins stroking himself, a ragged sigh sailing past his lips as he throws his head back, exposing the thick, strained tendons in his neck. He allows himself a couple seconds of relief, before he stops himself with a long exhale, a hand trailing up your thigh to touch you where you’re more than ready for him.

He fills you with two thick fingers, curling and stroking at your slippery walls, and it’s so much at once, making you cry out against the makeshift gag in your mouth.

“This sweet pussy is going to feel so perfect around my cock,” he says, eyes only leaving yours when he slowly pulls his fingers free, groaning softly at the way your body pulls at him, working to keep him inside. “Would you like that?”

You nod in the dark, unable to help yourself from bucking your hips to chase his touch. The hand that still holds the knife is quick to push you down, the blade glinting dangerously close to your hip bone.

“Want me to put it in, baby? Want me to put it all in? Push all the way inside until you can’t think about anything else but how deep you can feel me inside you?” He slides himself over your mound, pushing until the head of his cock can smear wetly under your belly button, showing off just what that would mean.

There’s so much you wish you could tell him right now. That yes, you want it. That you want him so badly to just take what he wants from you, here, like this, between the shreds of your clothes where you’re spread for the taking. That this ‘depraved shit’ does make you wet, it does when it’s him, when he uses you, when he makes it hurt.

But your affirmation is suppressed against the fabric in your mouth, nothing but incoherent, muffled babbles filling the bedroom.

And yet, it’s like he can tell exactly what you’d been thinking, because the knife hits the floor with a clatter, and if he gave you any time, you might be able to analyse the sudden surge of emotion that flows through you at the idea.

But he doesn’t give you that time. The sound of the blade startles you almost as much as the fat tip of his cock notching at your entrance, as the slide of him inside, as the sharp thrust that makes his thighs slap against the back of yours. He pushes you up the mattress with the force of it, and your hand flies up to press a palm against the headboard to keep your head from knocking against it.

“Fucking Christ,” he sighs, stilling for a second to revel in the tight squeeze of your pussy before he draws back and spears himself through your slick walls - again, again, again.

“I’m gonna make this pussy come,” he promises, voice strained. “I’m gonna make it flood my cock and then I’m gonna cover you in my come,” he adds, a hand dragging over your torso, thumb and pinkie catching on your hardened nipples before he settles his hand on your hip to pull you down against him.

The head of his cock knocks against the button of your womb with each thrust, and at your silenced keens, he falls down to a forearm, eyes boring into yours as he continues to fuck you. “I’ve got you, baby,” he assures.

Your hand curls around his bicep, fingernails digging into the fabric of his long-sleeved top. It’s wet, warm, no doubt evidence of his successful mission, and that thought, your body’s response to it, eases the glide of him inside you.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats, his hand leaving your hip to slide between your legs, to draw maddening circles around your slippery, puffy clit, and with the way he’s been working you up, you already know it will take no time at all. “You know that, right?”

You nod with a muffled groan, focusing on the way he stretches you open and plays with your clit, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes with how hard you squeeze them shut as it builds—as it all builds.

You know.

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[ushidoux]

Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft. Sza, Ushijima x Reader

Warnings: alcohol and tobacco use, creepy dudes in the club, car sex, nsfw

A/N: I cannot stop thinking about this song smh

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It’s several minutes past midnight… your mind is hazy, it swims in the scent of the strawberry-flavored shisha that bubbles on the table before you, in the second mixed drink that’s doing a little more damage to your consciousness than it should. You are a well known lightweight, but maybe you willed yourself to be a little more drunk than you should be tonight.

Your hands drape lazily around your friend, and you laugh a little too hard, burying your face in her bare shoulder courtesy of her strapless dress, as you hold onto her for support. Her scent is comforting, not in the same way that Ushijima’s is, of course, but it’s what you need right now. Her hands play with your hair as you move in tune with the music; she wants to beat your situationship into the ground because she knows where your mind is is very precarious right now.

But for now you’re having fun.

Your dress is short and both form-fitting and flattering, and your heels are high. You look absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and to the dismay of many, you’ve rebuffed every man who’s approached you for a dance thus far. 

In this crowded club, with bodies pressed together, heat, sweat and lust abundant in the air, you’ve stayed close to your friends, as though you were trying to stay ‘faithful’... to what exactly?

He was just so… dense. You’d never been so needy before until you’d met him. The feeling of powerlessness to decide the course of things was overwhelming; you always seemed to be waiting for him. Waiting for him to text you, touch you, acknowledge your presence.

Maybe the game you were playing was immature, but it didn’t matter how many times your phone vibrated in your bra, you were not picking up. Not tonight.

Your friend pulled back from your embrace to check a text message and glanced at you for a moment, but you were already off in a spin to the bar just paces away for drinks. 

“I’ll be right back~” you murmured, an inebriated grin on your face.

You stumbled shakily past a moving mass of bodies before reaching your destination. Leaning over the bar trying to catch the bartender’s attention, it wasn’t long before you felt a stranger’s arm snaking around your waist.

“What the-”

A quick turn had you facing a sleazy grinned man.

“What are you drinking, princess?”

He was still disgustingly close, enough that you could smell the alcohol on his tongue, but regardless, you smiled sickeningly sweetly, shaking your head before breaking free of his hold.

“I don’t drink actually,” you lied unconvincingly as if you weren’t wobbling on your feet, but you needed something to reply before you marched back over to your friends, sobering up ever so slightly. 

Once you’d rejoined your friends, you glanced over your shoulder to see him still watching you, and a shudder ran down your spine.

But you weren’t going to let yet another man ruin your fun.

“Did you call him?” Your friend asked once you’d replaced your arms around her shoulders.

Your eyebrows furrowed angrily.

“No, why would I?” 

She sighed, tired of being on her feet, and pulled you down with her to sit before taking a long draw of shisha. Your eyes focused on your other friend who’d come with her boyfriend and might as well have been dry-humping in public, she was that close to him physically.

Lack of ambiguity in a relationship was nice.

Your phone vibrated again, and you pulled it out of your bra in annoyance, setting it on the table face down without checking. 

Alcohol was waning in your system and you were starting to feel sad again, but you had been spooked enough by the creepy dude at the bar that you wouldn’t venture for a drink for a while.

Except when you looked up, you realized that that same stranger had now made his way over to you, his smile now replaced with a twisted snarl from rejection.

“Don’t be a bitch, I can see you’re just slightly off from piss drunk,” he hissed, before yanking at your arm roughly, forcing you to let out a yelp.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Your friend shrieked, her hand raised for a firm slap only for her hand to be blocked by the man who was getting more belligerent by the second.

The pain of the grip he had on your arm was barely dulled by alcohol as you tried to wrench it away from him, wondering how the fuck someone ends up so bold as to harass women in a full club. Your friend and her boyfriend disentangled themselves quickly enough to make their way over to help you, but were beaten to it by the sound of your not-exactly boyfriend’s deep voice.

“If you’d like to keep that arm, I suggest you fuck off immediately.”

Ushijima’s large hand wrapped around the arm that was restricting yours and he wasn’t looking at you, but at the man who was harassing you, his eagle-like eyes narrowed further. Your eyes widened - he hated places like these, when did he get here? How long had he been here? Who was he with?

There was a brief moment where the two stared each other down, but your creep wasn’t able to hide the wince forming on his features as Ushijima’s hand tightened, and his fingers unfurled around yours quickly.

He stormed off, tail between his legs, through the small crowd that had now gathered to observe the scene. Now that the spotlight seemed to be on you, Ushijima interrupted his own glare at the fleeing man to give you a once over to see if you were okay, fists unclenching.

“This is certainly one way to get my attention,” he mused, and your blood boiling immediately, you considered punching him in the face, but your friend hushed you, rubbing the tender part of your forearm.

But you were still angry.

“Don’t you have practice in a couple hours? Why would you waste your time here?”

He pursed his lips somewhat, but giving a clear glance to your friend who shook her head and backed off, he reached for your hand gently.

“Next time, pick up your phone. Let’s talk somewhere privately.”

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“I wish you would just,” your tirade was interrupted by a single hiccup, “be clear about,” you paused as though winded, but continued, “... whatever the fuck this is!”

You stopped and your words hung in the small space between you. Seated in the passenger seat of his car, you felt like the space was closing in. You hadn’t had tons of dating experience, but you’d had enough to know that it was never a good sign when someone seemed to care less than you did. You’d been dumped before and once was enough. 

The way Ushijima had you orbiting around him was embarrassing. Even when you were trying not to need him, you still ended up needing him. Sure, things would have turned out fine most likely even if he hadn’t been there, but still.

Ushijima was quiet, but his eyes remained on you. You hated how comfortable he could feel just staring, relaxed and unmoving like some kind of unnecessarily detailed sculpture.

“What do you think this is?” You finally asked. Your voice was smaller than it needed to be and again, you were embarrassed, but if he meant to break your heart, it would be better to do this when your friends were still around, waiting, and could support you.

Maybe then you could cry for real rather than grieve aimlessly while still locked in some kind of formless relationship.

“I think we’re dating, and I like you and you like me,” he finally replied. “Of course, I can’t speak for you. I hope that you feel the same way I do.”

Your heart stirred ever so slightly, and your fingers found a job adjusting the hem of your dress. Your eyes focused on the curve of your knees. He says the right things, but does he mean them?

“You’re distant. Like you can’t be bothered that I’m around.”

His hand reached out for you, his fingers resting on the nape of your neck.

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” He whispered, leaning in. His other hand closed around your chin, turning you so that you could look at him. 

In the moonlight, the hazel of his eyes was especially bright, making your heart pound. His gaze focused on the lower lip that was starting to quiver.

“I want to kiss you, but you’re still upset,” he said suddenly, directly, as though it were the most simple yet frustrating dilemma. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m not paying attention to your concerns.”

“Toshi…,” you were at a loss for words, especially with his lips so close. Your hand rested on his chest.

“Can I show you how I feel?”

You nodded, and his lips found their way onto yours.

His tongue slipped into your mouth like it was home and you accepted him in similar fashion. Your hands made their way around his neck and he hastily pulled you over the car console onto his lap, deepening the kiss as he leaned you against the steering wheel of the car. 

It wasn’t long before your body-conforming dress now covered nothing, your breasts exposed for kisses between and around them, for the gentle massage of his large hands. Your back arched as kisses littered your neck, collarbones, arms and the soft part of your belly. 

You moaned as he lowered you onto his cock that always craved the pressure of your walls around him, leaning forward and biting the flesh of his shoulder as you endured the stretch. He lay the car seat down flat, engulfing your lips with his before rolling his cock into you slowly, sensually, taking every moment for you to mewl into his open mouth. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, keeping you steady as he slammed you down against him, leaving marks that he would kiss away later.

He’d kiss you so many ways for so many days, months, years to come.

[cartierbin]

Hello can author-nim i really like your stories can i request a story for dilf-seungmin. Thank uuu🤧❤️

tysm baby.

『 pairing — seungmin x reader

genre — smut + dilf!seungmin fucking the hell out of his daughter’s best friend against the fridge

word count — 1.323k 』

smut under the cut !

“daddy! I need help please”. the two year old shouts from the bathroom, watching his feet dangle in front of him. It was a good thing the bathroom was right beside seungmin’s bedroom, he could always hear the smaller boy at 3am struggling for potty help like he was now. the father rolls over and rubs his face trying to wake himself up and gather enough energy to get out of bed. “I’m coming theo”. he groggily answers, wanting to just lay back down.

he enters the bathroom to see his son with his arms already raised up for his father to help him— which seungmin did and was glad that he barely made a mess this time. he washes his hands and carries him off to his room, tucking him in once more. “go back to sleep okay? you have school tomorrow”. Theo pouts a little at his father’s swift movements. he began to whine once seungmin reached the door. “daddy can I have kisses?”. he questions with a raised intonation and with the cutest pouty face that seungmin couldn’t say no to. he smiles at his adorable son nonetheless. giving him forehead and cheek kisses was just like giving them to himself, theo was a miniature version of him after all. “Is that better?”, he questions and the toddler nods his head yes before hiding under his blankets. seungmin touches the doorknob. “sleep tight theo. daddy loves you”, he giggles with the same laugh that made seungmin’s heart warm every time. “I love you too daddy”.

on his way to his bedroom seungmin forgot that he dismissed his normal routine of checking up on his daughter. mostly because she normally got annoyed with him when he did that since she was now a college student so she always ranted about how she needed her privacy. but seungmin couldn’t help himself. he wanted to make sure his baby was alright even throughout the night so he checked anyways. when he softly opened the door his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach at the sight. he forgot Ava invited one of her friends over tonight, one whom was currently touching herself underneath the blankets in the bed beside ava’s.

you didn’t even hear the door creak open, you were much too immersed in the explicit audios you were listening to, imagining it was ava’s dad who was touching you. you couldn’t help yourself it was late and Ava had gone to sleep and you were feeling hornier than usual these past couple of days. you’ve always had the biggest crush on mr. Kim and you wished things could go further than just a simple greeting between you two. your small whining noises crept from under the blankets and you hadn’t realized you mistakenly moaned his name before turning over for better angles. you met his shocked gaze while he was at the door. your heart began to pound dangerously fast as he started to quickly shut the door behind himself.

once he started walking down the hallway he tried his best to believe that he didn’t just see what he saw. he tried his to erase it from memory. he didn’t want to see you that way, you were his daughter’s best friend.

“mr. kim”.

he stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling him from down the hallway. he swiftly turns around to explain himself. “listen you don’t have to worry I didn’t see anything and I’m not telling ava about any of this”. he meant what he said, he wouldn’t know what to do if his daughter found out about it. she’d probably freak the hell out. but seungmin was already freaking out with the way you approached him, your silk bed shorts riding up your thick thighs each time you took a step. unnecessary sinful thoughts flooded his head once he saw your body for what it truly was. you traced your fingers over his chest, nervous as hell but not regretting what you were about to ask of him. “mr.kim I want you to fuck me”. his breath caught in his throat at the question. he opened his mouth to speak but you were already loosening the buttons on your bed shirt and seungmin would be lying through his teeth if he said he didn’t want this. he instead clutched your wrist to prevent you from continuing. “stop it. I need you to go to bed”. you inched your face near his, grabbing his hand and shoving it directly inside your bed shorts. seungmin kept the same blank expression but when his finger tips felt your wet folds my god, was he crumbling. you pouted a little, trying to use your seductive skills the best way you knew how. “please. I’m too wet to go to sleep like this”.

“you need to—“. he couldn’t finish his sentence when you sunk his fingers deeper inside yourself and bit your lips. by now the bulge in his pajama pants was prominent. you reached the goal you wanted to reach. you made him hard. “please”. you begged again, sensing that he was already on the verge of giving in. blood rushed to his cock when he felt the way your slick coated his fingers. he was horny and now he refused to let this opportunity pass without sticking his dick inside you. he clutched the collar of your shirt and drew you closer with his eyes shading dark. he didn’t smile or anything, just a cold serious look that made you tremble under his height. “if I fuck you you better not tell ava. do you understand me?”. every cell in your brain rushed at the thought of him manhandling you the way you wanted. you quickly nod your head yes. “I understand I won’t tell please. just please”. he released you, chewing on the inside of his cheek before he sized you up with his eyes. he slid his hand behind the elastic of your shorts. “take these shits off”.

you followed instructions and kicked the fabric down your ankles. he grabbed you by your thighs and hoisted your body against his wrapping your naked legs around his waist. his wet lips pressed kisses on your neck and your cheeks flush an embarrassed red at how delicate they were. he walks just a few short steps before pushing your body against the cold fridge. your eyes hazed across the dark kitchen, not being able to be believe that it was mr.Kim who was finally kissing on you and touching you like this. that it was him who was slipping his fingers under your shirt just to play with your nipples. it was him who pulled his own pants down just to stick his hardened length inside your awaiting hole. your body froze in utter shock and your eyes grew as wide as saucers. he enjoyed it. It’s what he loved the most about sex, seeing the gaping mouths of those who couldn’t believe his cock was big enough to fill them until they couldn’t be filled anymore. your body immediately grew weak and his fingers began digging into the flesh of your thighs. his eyes were foreboding and bleak as they overcasted your smaller frame. his jaw clenched and his face was so close you could practically count his every pore. as soon as he started thrusting into you, you yelped, the number of his pores not even being a concern of yours anymore.

your mouth watered at how hard he made you clench around him, each time he snapped into you your body slammed against the refrigerator door. just by the way you whined underneath him he could tell how sensitive you were. he could tell that you thought this is what you wanted. he wrapped your hair around his knuckles and pinned his hand against the steel sheet metal behind you. you were entrapped under the heat of his gaze, it was either you forced yourself to look into his eyes or try to glance up pathetically at the ceiling. either way you felt intimidated, gaspy pleads never left your tongue. he raises your thighs higher around his waist and licks his lips. “you thought your little pussy could take my cock didn’t you?”.

your mouth remained agape and you exhaled perilously trying to say his name. each time you got out the first letter you choked up, unable to say more before he dick hit another spot of yours. he smirks at the mess he made of you. the stuttering, gasping, moaning ruin that you were. your clammy hands clutched his shirt while your eyes rolled to the back of your head in disbelief that something could feel so fucking good. “look at the way your pussy is creaming down my cock. Is it everything you thought it would be?”. he drops his hand down to cuff it around your ass while he hastens his pace a bit, sending a cereal box flying down the sides of the fridge. you nodded your head and continued trying to register all the sensations he made you feel. you’ve never pulsated so hard in your life. he flattens his tongue and grazes it up your chin until it was down your throat. he tongue kisses you roughly with disregard for how much saliva was dribbling down your bottom lip and his own. you moaned his name so loud and raunchy into the cavern of his mouth that he slapped the meat of your thighs hard and with a painful sting that made you want to rub it right after.

“you shut your fucking mouth. ava knows the sound of your voice when you call me that”. you make a gurgled noise as the fridge began vigorously shaking, sending another cereal box flying down the other side. he could tell just by dry sob in your eyes that you didn’t quite know what to do or say. you looked so cute he couldn’t help sucking your tongue again, all while you tried to suck his back without suffocating. he drunk every single one of your moans with fervor. you could feel the explosion of heat coiling in your belly once he pulled away with the thread of salvia that connected your mouth to his. “call me daddy”. your eyes swallowed him whole with unbridled lust and your mouth was parted desperate for air. your back arches further towards him. you looked so hopeless, like you could burst any second and the sight made seungmin’s dick swell inside you. you throbbed tortuously around his length, your hands finding purchase bunching up the fabric on his back.

. “gonna c-cum please—please you’re fucking me so hard daddy”. maybe it was the way your breasts jiggled when he was fucking you or the fact that your voice was so tiny when you moaned. either way, both made seungmin want to splatter his seed along your pussy walls. you could hear the bottles and glasses rattle inside the fridge as he fucked you until you were drooling down the sides of your lips. he gripped your ass harder when he was close, his ministrations becoming much sloppier as your own cum drizzled down his length. the tight wet feeling made his bones shudder. he figured since he fucked you that hard he might as well be respectful and dart his cum elsewhere which he did, directly onto the front of the fridge below you both. even then he continued his slow strokes, sending the rest of the cereal boxes slamming down on the counter beside it. your body went limp as soon as you came for the second time and you were grateful for his strength holding you against the surface. his chest heaved and he seized the collar of your shirt with his hand once more,

“if you tell ava I promise your pussy will never feel my cock again”