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aurorasgate · 9 months ago

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for your own good

diluc ragnvindr x afab!reader | 2.8k+ words

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, reader is wearing a dress but no pronouns are mentioned, not necessarily brat!reader but you get a lil lippy hehe, dom!diluc, spanking as a form of punishment, oral, cum eating, praise kink, y'all are sickly in love as always, please let me know if i missed anything!

the sound of boot steps fill the near silent space of the parlor, heavy steps following much lighter ones through the large mahogany doors, up the stairs and across the second floor into the master bedroom. the maids and staff only emerge from the quiet corners they had slipped into after such a tense entrance when they hear the click of the bedroom door and resume their tasks, avoiding that corner of the manor.

diluc flips the lock behind him, scarlet eyes following your every step as you storm towards the connecting master bathroom in an attempt to put more distance between you but your feet stop quickly at the challenging call of your name that tells you this conversation is not over, even if you run away from it.

it's the first thing that’s been said since you stormed off towards home and you had hoped that the walk back to the manor would cool you both off but you were still burning with frustration and in your wake the flying embers of your emotions caught on your beloved and fueled his own frustration, his worry.

because that’s really all that had started this, worry for your safety. you would argue that you had it completely under control and aren’t hurt in the slightest aside from maybe your feelings but right now you couldn’t articulate anything aside from the exasperated thoughts that you couldn’t stop from spilling past your lips when you whip around to face diluc who now stands near the edge of bed.

his brows as drawn close, the soft pinkness of his lips in a thin line and there’s an undeniable lick of flame behind the dark pupils of his eyes that seems to deepen into a crimson fire at your words.

“don’t you think it’s a bit hypocritical of you to chastise me for putting myself in danger when you do it yourself on a nightly basis?!” you let out a strained laugh, like you can’t actually believe you’re having this conversation. you aren’t even hurt for barbatos sake. “this is ridiculous,” you mutter under your breath but before he can add anything himself, you decide you are finished with this conversation, whether he likes it or not, and end it with a snappy, “perhaps it's you that should be getting a good lecture right now diluc.”

you’re acutely aware of the shift in atmosphere throughout the entire room, how quickly it goes from overly warm in the evening sun spilling through open curtains and the natural heat of diluc to a eerie neutral calmness that's almost painful to breath in but beneath it you can feel the lingering sparks waiting to burst again. though their unusual muted crackling in the silence between you makes you wonder what exactly they would set ablaze.

“this isn’t about me,” his voice is deep, firm and hot.

you hear the ember at your feet pop and send your own gust of air over them, letting them catch fire.

“please, it very clearly is. you’re the one -”

diluc says your name again, in a way you’ve never heard before, serious and penetrating and at the impact of it to your core, you think perhaps it’s you that’s on fire. “that’s enough.”

you want to protest, say whatever's on your tongue and mind but there isn’t a single word that leaves your mouth when your lips part. your tongue feels heavy, your lungs barely able to breathe in air and when your lip begins to tremble, you take it between your teeth.

“come here.”

like a statue, you stand motionless near the bathroom door. your heart races, your cunt clenching around nothing as you watch diluc peel off his gloves without breaking your locked gazes. he pulls at each finger tip, starting with his pinky, until the leather is loose enough to slip off easily and then does the same on the other hand. one glove placed neatly on top of the other, he sets them on the edge of the bed.

when you don’t move, don’t say anything or protest, he closes the distance between you, every heavy boot step making your heart skip a beat and when he’s standing in front of you, his broad shoulders and black coat with golden tassels blocking out the setting sun, all you can do is stare up at his beautiful features and fall into the inferno behind his eyes.

gently, as if you were made of thin glass that had yet to cool, he takes your face into his hands, his palms cradling your chin, calloused thumbs brushing along your cheeks. the mix of tender and intense, his heat and scent overtaking your every sense, makes you beyond dizzy.

“i know i am a stubborn man but my love,” he voice is strained and his expression morphs into something almost painful. he holds you a bit tighter and you stand on your toes to reach him. “i cannot express enough how important your safety, your wellbeing, is.” he takes in a deep breath. “you are everything and without you.. ” he doesn’t let himself say the words. he can’t. he won’t. instead he kisses you deeply, his lips soft and so full of love you feel your knees threatening to give way within an instant.

and you swear they really might when diluc pulls away all too quickly and his hands leave your face. you want to cry at the loss of his touch but only a split moment passes before he has your hand in his and is guiding you towards the bed without needing to tug to have you follow.

you can hear your deep breathing in the palpable silence, the groan of the bed frame against the hardwood floors when diluc sits at the edge of your side of the bed, the delicate sway of your dress as you press your thighs together in the moment he stares up at you with an unreadable expression on his face before the quiet is broken by his captivating voice.

“please understand how serious this is to me.”

dilucs hands are gentle as they pull you over to him and all you can do is follow their silent command that helps you rest over his thick thighs, your stomach pressed against the muscles there. your hands desperately cling to the sheets near your head that can’t seem to form one coherent thought other than you’re certain that you’ve made diluc mad and are about to be punished for it. how fucking badly you need the him. how shamefully turned on you are.

he uses the same softness as he lifts up your dress, letting the tips of his fingers graze along the supple skin of your thighs the higher he lifts it until your bum is exposed to the hot air of the room.

you can hear the way he sucks in breath seeing you aren’t wearing any panties under your dress, though this wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you decided to go without them this morning. it wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

“this is for your own good darling.” his thick voice, a mix of burning desire and commanding seriousness, makes your heart stop completely but you hardly have time to register it before a large hand comes down and smacks your ass with more strength than you were expecting, the sting sending shots of electricity through your entire body and sets your heart to a wicked drumming beat.

you whimper at the mix of pain and pleasure, the emptiness of your pussy and are unable to stop the way your body trembles and arches. your face burns when you come down for the jolt it sent through you and though you can feel his eyes on you, you can’t meet his gaze.

the cool air on your skin when he removes his hands makes your body break out into goosebumps.

“i need you.” another smack fills the air, makes your body jump and you try to swallow the filthy and pathetic noises threatening to escape past your lips. his palm soothes over your skin that tingles with the aftershock, warm and comforting. a mix of soft and marred skin caressing something precious, with the utmost care. “need you safe and sound in my arms. i can’t lose you.”

his voice trembles with emotion. you want to sooth him, kiss him, hold him close but you can’t move, can’t speak, can hardly breathe. the heat of his palms leaves your skin and can hear him bringing it down against your ass again.

“‘luc!” you cry out, chasing after his touch. your mind is so fuzzy, your body burning and melting in the heat coursing through your body that’s being fueled by the hand once again caressing you so lovingly over the pleasurable ache.

“do you understand love?” it’s not condescending or meant with any rudeness. there’s only love and worry for you, his very heart and soul, his light in darkness that he thought he was shackled to, that he could never be without again. please understand the gravity you hold on him. that he could not bear to lose you, no matter how small the risk. “i need you to tell me that you understand, that you will put your safety first. please.”

you don’t know why you hesitate even when he’s pleading with you. maybe because you want more. more of his touch, more of his words and the fire that's slowly consuming you both. would your lungs even work?

smack!!

“ah!”

he says your name, his tone is dripping with grave urgency.

“i - i understand ‘luc,” you say breathlessly, trying to swallow the traces of need and let him know you mean it honestly. “i’m sorry..”

the weight of his chest against your back, the rub of his hand over the still stinging hand print you can feel on your ass, is comforting, soothing and the feeling of his lips near your ear has you falling limp against his thighs and the bed.

diluc sighs, letting go of the tension that had built in his chest from the moment he saw you in danger and that turned into something else entirely when he was overtaken with the need to show you how important this is, how important you are, when you so easily brushed off your own safety. “all that matters is that you’re okay.”

“i am,” you assure him, bringing your hand up to his face and relishing in him leaning into your touch, the heat of his breath behind your ear. “i’ll always come back to you. always.”

“as will i, my love,” he promises and the words echo in your ears when you feel his hand move, long and scarred fingers gliding between your legs, barely needing one touch to be soaked in your essence.

diluc groans at how wet you are, how easily your body bows to allow him to part your folds down the length of your slit and press against your swollen clit, skilled fingers rubbing in circles with the perfect pressure that has you moaning into the sheets.

you can feel how hard he is, how hard he’s been with his impressive length under your tummy and when he sinks two fingers into you so easily, thanks to how dripping and needy you are, his hips instinctively lift and buck to feel more of you. any part of you he could, just to feel more of you.

but diluc doesn’t focus or care about his own pleasure. not that it was unusual for him, your pleasure is always his own but right now, he only wishes to make you feel good after causing you pain, even if he thought it necessary and your body told him of how much you enjoyed it.

in his seemingly infinite strength, he moves you effortlessly into a comfortable position over the edge of bed, your legs dangling over the edge but your toes don’t meet the ground with how high up the bed is. diluc is sure to gather your dress and secure it around your hips so it doesn’t get ruined. you hear the thump on the hardwood as he takes a knee behind you and at the large hands that spread your folds for him to devour you, with both his hungry eyes and mouth, you bury your face in the pillow he’d moved for you to rest your head on.

pressing a thumb against your clit, you feel his nearly panting breath on the still warm skin he had spanked, the faint touch of his lips making you murmur his name is a sweet plea. the kiss he places there is considerate, soft, but the lower his lips travel, the more impure they become.

at the first taste of you, you can feel more than hear diluc groaning in addicting pleasure, as if you were the sweetest, most divine thing he had ever touched or tasted. it was so much more to him, more than he could put into words, especially so when he is between your legs, savoring every heaven sent drop of you and the way his hot mouth made you wither and writhe.

the tip of his tongue replaces his fingers at your clit, rolling over the sensitive bud before taking it before his mouth and suckling with fervor. powerful hands sink into the flesh of your hips and pull you back into him, the tip of his nose nudging against your entrance, wild ringlets of vermillion hair tickling your thighs, a mix of saliva and slick coating the lower part of his face.

“oh diluc!” you cry out loudly at a partially hard suck. even into the pillow it seems loud in the room but you can’t hold it back with the white hot pleasure coursing through you at how he devours you like a man starved and who may never eat again.

with his cock twitching in his tight pants, sticky pre wetting his underwear, diluc pulls away from your clit and licks a thick stripe up to your entrance, beginning to fuck you on his tongue by pushing and pulling your hips while pulling away and meeting you half way just to delve that much deeper into you until you worry he hasn’t had a breath in so long.

when he does move away, the loss of his tongue leaves you unbelievably empty but when two thick fingers fill you only seconds later, curling into that perfect spot inside your velvety walls, you barely have a chance to protest or catch your breath. all you can do is repeat his name and arch your back so he can reach at a better angle.

you feel the press of wet lips against your bum, right over where he had spanked you, the unevenness of his breath matching the thrusting of his fingers into your little hole. “did so good for me love. so good. fuck.. i love you darling - i love you more than i know how to put into words.”

he can feel you clenching around his fingers at the praise and confession of his feelings, so very close and it only makes his movements more precise, overwhelming and burning hot. he needs to feel you coming undone just as badly as you feel yourself breaking and the reminder of his hand meeting your skin when it still tingles under his kisses drives you over the edge with deep arch of your back and the sweet call of his name from your lips.

never wanting a bit of you to go unloved, not taken in by him, his mouth comes back to your cunt, drinking down every drop of you that leaks from the movement of his fingers and down to your clit and after ensuring you’ve rode out every second of your orgasm, he pulls them out of slowly, licking his fingers clean before standing and handling your dress, pulling it down from where it now pooled closer to your chest and middle back, first covering your bum and glistening cunt.

diluc takes such care to lift and cradle your limp body in his arms, fixing your dress in the front as he kisses the top of your head and takes a deep breath in hopes you’ll try to match it and catch your own that still has yet to settle. you do and as you let out a steaming breath, you sink into his embrace.

settling his back on the headboard, he keeps you pressed as close to him as possible, like he needs to hold you close, feel you breathing and warm and clinging to him. there's an unmistakable hardness pressing against your spent body but your beloved doesn’t pay any mind or attempt to do something about it. perfectly content holding you like this and placing kisses to the top of your head.

with the steady beat of his heart in your ears, you feel your own beating in sync the more you come down from your high and murmur into his chest. “i love you too ‘luc, so much.”

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b2cute · 10 months ago

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After Hours | Matt Sturniolo

authors notes: hi guys! i’ve been really busy but i want to try to be more active on this app because i love you guys so much! reminder that requests are open!

warnings: y/n (don’t kill me), fem reader, she/her pronouns, pet names, sex, no pull out, wrap before u tap!!!!, cussing?, lmk if i miss anything

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It was 12:40 am and Matt still hadn’t arrived to pick me up from my friend's house. I was there all day and the night before, helping her prep for a big final coming up at our university. We met each other at a bar freshman year and now spend our late teenage years together. I found Matt through her when she invited me to her birthday party early into our friendship. I got to meet Nathan, a close friend of Matt’s and later found Matt because of him. Through the years of my relationship with Matt, we share plenty of memories and stories. He is sweet and takes good care of me. It took time for him to open up to me which is something I found interesting considering his now bubbly persona. Matt would start by shaking my hand and guiding me to his car. Now, he sprints to me and picks me up like a feather while carrying me to the car for our weekly dates.

Considering our different lifestyles, it's hard for me and Matt to see each of her as much as we desire. His love for YouTube and my constant studying made it impossible to get alone time, so when we were together he made the most out of it. For others, Matt is kind and shy with a friendly personality, but for me… well it's safe to say he hates my guts after hours.

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“Yeah just like that” she screams out. Her face was shoved into the plush silk pillows in his room. The lights were dim and the only sounds were y/n’s moans and slapping through the bedroom, maybe even the whole house. Matt continues pounding into her like there's no tomorrow. Even though she couldn't remember how many times she finished, y/n was still feigning for more. The way her tight walls hugged Matt's thick member made the two weak for each other. “Gonna be a good girl and give me a couple more right baby?” the sweaty brunette calls out. His figure was almost invisible in the room with nothing but a dark silhouette showing his lean body.

Matt continued fucking himself onto y/n, she couldn't take it anymore. Her body became numb and her legs gave out a long ago now being held by Matt's tattooed arm that snakes throughout her waist as he slowly bent down to place harsh kisses onto the girl's back. “Please mmph… can't take it anymore” the girl cried out. She was attempting to crawl away from the boy when she suddenly felt her body shift. Matt turned her limp body around so her head was on the back of the pillows. “You got it, almost done love just hang on” he grunts. Matt brings his arms to the backs of y/n’s thighs and lifts them back to her knees. The new angle brought a wave of pleasure as his head kissed her g-spot over and over. “Matt oh my g-god!” she moans out but the boy tuned her out long ago, only focusing on making her finish.

He slowed down his pace, pulling out until just the tip was in her, then slamming back in, repeating this over and over. Soft groans escaped the boy's lips as he held onto the girl, not letting her leave the state she was in.

“Matt seriously, no more” she cried out, “I'm done.” This only made Matt needier, bringing a hand lower to her puffy clit, rubbing hard circles with the pads of his fingers, occasionally leaving a light slap. Y/n jerked up from the pleasure, holding onto the boy's hair as a familiar knot in her stomach formed for the 3rd time. “C-close” she warned the boy as her eyes screwed shut from the sensation she felt. “M’ too, come with me babe” the boy growled fastening his pace. He left out numerous amount of thrusts before releasing his sticky seed inside y/n’s swollen cunt. “Matt!” y/n screams out, her back leaving the mattress as her hands grip the silky sheets underneath her. She squirmed underneath the boy and created the perfect “O” shape on her mouth. A series of cusses left Matt’s mouth as he panted hard after coming.

Trying to not hurt her, Matt slowly pulled out, the sight of their releasing oozing out of the girl. Wasting no time, Matt dips his head down legs y/n’s legs shoving the muscle in his mouth into her. “Too sensitive!” she cries out, her hands finding a home in his damp hair trying to pull him away. “Can't leave a mess, can we? Nick and Chris will notice” he smirks before diving back in. His tongue dances around the girl's cunt, cleaning everything up before light sucking her swollen clit. Y/n was a moaning mess, moving around and squirming at every little touch. When Matt felt satisfied, he pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy and standing up.

The girl was lying down on the bed, her body almost paralyzed. Matt stood up, walked into the bathroom, and grabbed a damp towel to clean up anything left behind. After throwing it away, he went into the bed pulling Y/n into his arms, kissing the top of her head. He could feel her heart beating out her chest and he stroked her hair. “I love you, baby, you did so good for me” he cooed, planting kisses on her forehead. The girl let out a soft hum as she drifted into bed. Not being able to sleep, Matt grabbed his phone to see 40+ notifications from his group chat with Nick and Chris.

| For god's sake please shut the fuck up

| Matt you hooligan I can hear you over my music

| I give up.

The boy let out a soft laugh before shutting his phone off and bringing y/n closer to his chest, slowly drifting off to bed himself.

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lale-txt · 11 months ago

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❉ in a long-distance relationship ↳ w/ Nanami & Naoya (separate)

a/n: getting into my clown car because originally i was planning to write this for four characters in total, then i blinked and suddenly i had written over 2k words in headcanons and drabbles and decided to call it a day. i personally want to thank Nanami and Naoya for representing the both flawless and horrendous ends of the spectrum regarding my taste in fictional men ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

contains: headcanons are sfw & gn!reader, drabbles are ns.fw & afab!reader. i'll put individual warnings before each drabble later in the text.

word count: 2.3k

❦ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

the driest texter known to man

it’s not like Nanami won’t think of you and text you throughout the day, it’s more that his texts read as if they’re coming from your tax consultant rather than from the love of your life

“Arrived at the accommodation. Room is very clean. About to head out for work, will call you later tonight. Love you, K. PS: Heard Lawson has cabbage on sale this week.”

he’s never beating the old man allegations

it’s an obstacle that yours and his work often requires you both to travel and spend time apart, but to Nanami, once committed, long distance was never a reason for things not to work out between you

he keeps his promises and calls when he said he would, he sends you flowers when he can’t bring them back home in person and he orders you food when you’re having a rough day, staying on the phone with you while you eat and letting you vent if you need to

when he misses you (which he always does), he lets you know. no matter how far apart, Nanami would never make you doubt if you’re on his mind and in his heart

often he’d send you photos of his lunch or local specialities, sometimes photos from the local pigeons too when they’d pick up the crumbs of his sandwich at his feet

“Those two seem inseparable. Made me think of us. Miss your voice, will call you tonight. What are you having for lunch? Careful when you cut the cabbage.”

at night, after another draining day of fighting curses, the only thing keeping Nanami going is the prospect of hearing your voice over the speaker

he will close his eyes and imagine you snuggled up in bed while talking to him, waiting for him to come home, and oh, how badly he wants to be by your side and never let you go

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), phone sex, panty sniffing, masturbation (with said panties), dirty talk, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), mention of: brat taming, mirror sex and hair pulling

“Sorry, love. Were you asleep already?”

Nanami’s voice is quiet, almost like an apology for calling you this late. He knows you’re always staying up and fighting your sleepiness, despite him telling you not to wait for him—he’s grateful you do though, because hearing your voice is the one thing that will get him through each day, no matter how long it drags on.

“Mhm, not quite yet,” you mumble into your phone and smile at the sound of his voice. “‘m all cozy in bed though, it still smells like you. Only missing your warmth.”

Nanami laughs quietly at the other end of the line. He has no problems imagining you right now, having the big bed you bought together all for yourself but still curling up on his side of the mattress, where his scent still lingers. He hums softly.

“That was quite the surprise I found in my pocket this morning.”

You hear some rustling sounds and a pair of pants getting unzipped, and the grin on your face widens. Putting your phone on speaker, you set it down on the pillow next to you and roll over on your back, feeling more awake now.

“Well? Did you like it?”, you coo.

“Loved it.”

The panties you slipped into Nanami’s jacket before he left are now dangling from his finger in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He picked them out for you a while ago and now you were simply returning the favor, knowing how lonely it can get on a solo mission. He closes his big fist around them and brings them to his face, inhaling your musk and making him groan quietly. His cock aches in his boxers, precum staining them slightly, but he doesn’t touch himself yet.

“God, I miss you,” he mutters after catching another whiff of your worn panties. “Want to taste you so badly, love. When I get home, I’ll have you sit on my face till your legs give out.”

You chuckle at the prospect of it. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Did you touch yourself with my panties?”, you ask in a sultry voice and you can hear Nanami growl a little at the other end of the line.

“I’m doing it right now,” he replies in a husky voice, having his bottoms hastily pulled down his thighs and now fisting his cock with your panties wrapped around it. The fabric feels soft and expensive, and the thought of how they clung to your cunt when you soaked through them has his mind spinning circles.

“Good. I want to hear you cum,” you whisper, closing your eyes for a better imagination. “Tell me what you want to do with me when you’re back home.”

Nanami pumps his fat cock with one hand, the other holding his phone to his ear. He’s sprawled out in an armchair, head in the back of his neck, his eyes shut as well. His breath comes out raggedly.

“Gonna fill your pretty little cunt to the brim,” he mumbles. “Tongue, fingers, cock. Everything. Whatever you beg for, I’ll give it to you. Gonna pump you so full of my cum, you’ll have it ruin your panties for days, but you’d like that, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” you mewl at the other end of the line, kicking back the sheets and spreading your legs to touch yourself to his words. Your fingers reached nowhere as deep as Nanami's, but it was better than nothing.

“Gonna bend you over and fuck you on every flat surface in our house,” he rasps. “In front of the big mirror too, so you can see the faces you make when you cum on my cock. Wanna feel how tight you get when you’re milking me. As if you’re trying to remember the shape of my cock forever. Made for me, only me. And if you’re gonna be a brat, which I know you will, I’ll stuff your mouth with your panties and pull your hair till I fucked some obedience into you.”

Nanami groans; he is so close. Damn, if only you were here for him to bury himself in the warmth of your cunt. Your whimpering at the other end of the line and your panties wrapped around his cock as he pumps himself are enough to send him tumbling over the edge, a supernova of pent up lust and frustration unleashing within him. The silken fabric soaks up all of his cum, sticky and hot against his skin. He made a mess, but cleaning up was for later.

“You good, love?”, he asks in a raspy voice and can’t help but smile at the sound of your heavy breathing.

“Came so hard I saw stars a little,” you confess over the speaker and snicker. You’ll definitely have to change the sheets before Nanami gets home. As if you two wouldn’t ruin them anyway.

“Good, good,” he laughs. “Now sleep, dear, I kept you up for too long. I’ll be home tomorrow night, okay? Can’t wait to kiss you.”

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Naoya hates being apart from you and he doesn’t understand why you take on missions that require you to leave the Zen’in estate aka him

in his eyes, as his spouse there’s no need for you to work at all, you should just stay at home with him or accompany him on his business trips

he can and he will yap about this while you pack your bags, while he drives you to the train station (he insists to escort you there himself), while carrying your luggage and even between goodbye kisses. seriously, this man never learned how to shut up in his entire life

the night prior, Naoya had made sure to leave plenty of hickeys all over your body, as a reminder who you belong to

he’s clearly bored out of his mind without you around, your phone blowing up with text and voice messages from him, demanding your unrestricted attention and getting pouty when you don’t immediately reply to him

it’s not like Naoya is jealous or worried that you’d see someone else behind his back–his ego is too big to consider this even a possibility

he’s simply the undefeated champion in the pain in the ass competition

he’ll act nonchalant when you call him once you’re back at your hotel, trying to sound as if he wasn’t pacing restlessly around all day until his phone finally lit up with your name on display

asking you about your day comes second, first you’ll have to listen to him whining how much it sucks without you around and that this’ll be the last time that he’s allowing you as your husband to go on a solo mission (he’s ignoring your unrestrained laughter about it), and that you’ll have to think of something to make it up to him on your way home which will be in 3 days, 11 hours and 27 minutes (he’s counting)

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used, 'cunt' and 'pussy' used to describe genitalia), video call sex, dirty talk, masturbation, praise kink, mention of spitting, sweet talking Naoya into submission, he has nipple piercings in this one, Naoya being his own warning

“Seriously? You couldn’t wait three seconds to at least show me your face before flipping the camera to your dick?”

You lie on your stomach in a hotel bed that’s way too big for you alone, fresh out of the shower, glancing down at your phone in your hand. After a long day of fighting an extremely nasty curse, you crave nothing more than rubbing one out to the voice of your husband and passing out immediately afterwards. Your hips grind lazily into a pillow between your legs, feeling that familiar throb, while Naoya on the other end strokes himself on display as slowly, his thumb drawing circles over his leaking tip. His moans are slightly muffled over the speaker.

“Can’t help it, babe, I’ve been like this all day, aching for ya. Had my cock throbbing even at family dinner. Been thinking about nothing other than stuffing all of yer greedy holes. Just look–”

The movements of the video get a bit shaky when he fists his cock, pumping himself at a leisurely pace. You’ve memorized every vein of his cock, feeling your mouth water a little at the sight of it. While Naoya wasn’t a size king, he had the girth and you vividly remember how he knocked the air out of your lungs when he pounded you into the mattress for the very first time. You roll your hips some more, chasing for the right friction to get you off, the camera still aimed at your face.

“Then gimme a show at least,” you whine and put on a small pout which you know Naoya can never resist. If there’s anything Naoya loves, then it’s attention and praise, and he is way too easy to bait into whatever could offer him that.

“Oh, ‘m gonna give yer a show, baby. Gonna make ya regret not being here with me. I’d have ya drooling all over my cock if yer were here with me now,” he rattles. “Would spit in yer mouth, that’s how ya like it, dontcha?”

The display turns dark and blurry for a moment, and you can practically feel the excitement from the other end of the line when Naoya props his phone up against something to have his hands free. He is so obedient at times, yet he would hate to hear that. For the first time today you get a glimpse of his face now, the pink of his tongue poking out slightly between his lips, his hakama pants hanging unfastened from his hips, his cock resting heavy on his thigh when he leans back.

“The shirt, too,” you demand. “Take it off.”

“Nah, too many buttons,” Naoya huffs and grips his cock again, making sure to angle it just right at the camera. Oh, how he wished you were on your knees before him right now. All the ways he’d mess you up.

“Then pull it up at least. C’mon, put it in your mouth like I do it for you sometimes,” you coax him in your sweetest, sultriest voice. “I know you can be a good boy for me.”

Naoya’s hips yerk up slightly at the praise and he lets out a shaky breath, clearly trying to restrain himself from coming too fast. His resilience is crumbling so easily at the sight of your pretty face and he hastily grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, biting down on it to keep the fabric from sliding down again. One nice side effect of this was that with his mouth stuffed, he would shut up for once.

“Mmm, yes. That’s it, so good, aren’t you?” you coo and have Naoya gripping his cock tighter, his movements getting sloppy. His abs contracted with every jerk of his hand, and soon he was whining and panting, legs spread apart so beautifully for your perfect view.

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”, you ask while grinding against your pillow, mesmerized by the sight on your display. Seeing a man like Naoya falter so easily at your words alone has you feeling a certain kind of arousal, pooling right in your stomach.

It makes you want to wreck him entirely.

Naoya nods and whimpers, using his free hand to play with his nipple piercing, all while his other pumps himself into a higher sphere. His hips are bucking and precum is drooling from his pink tip, making a mess out of him and amplifying the lewd sounds.

He doesn’t last long, and when he cums thick white ropes fall onto his stomach, his mouth hanging agape. His cheeks are flushed and he mewls while he keeps stroking himself, milking every last drop out of him while chanting your name in a needy voice.

This. This might be your favorite sight ever.

“Such a good boy. So good for me. Now bend over for me, hm? Show’s not over yet.”

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arabaka · 2 years ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CONTENT WARNINGS: CANON? WHAT 'DAT? SHE/HER PRONOUNS USED. READER IS AN EXOTIC DANCER. READER WEARS MASCARA. UNPROTECTED SEX. ANAL (AND MINOR DEPICTION OF PAIN FROM IT). SPANKING. SPIT ROASTING. GETO'S A JERK. GOJO'S GOT MONEY.

PET NAMES USED: LITTLE THING (NOT REFLECTIVE OF BODY TYPE, USED AS DEGRADATION), BABY, SWEETS, BEAUTIFUL. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ WORD COUNT: 3.4K. ゜・。.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wanna emphasize first that not all exotic dancers have sex for pay and it's common for clubs to forbid it so PLEASE read this as just silly smut and not as a reference for the REAL heroes (jokes aside, exotic workers deserve respect and MONEY!!!) ゜・。.

“Hey, where is she?”

“With a client. Dunno when she’ll be done. The guy she walked with looked like he had money to spend. Might keep her dancing for ours.” At this the manager chuckles, thumb in his pocket smoothing over a fresh stack of bills from another dancer: his cut, of course.

“Cool, thanks.” He says with a knowing sneer; he’ll make up for your dues. He always does.

Women clamor for the john’s attention the second he pivots on his heel to make a beeline for the hall of neverending private rooms but he doesn’t pay them any mind; his trademark glasses, black and circled are low enough for the dancers to see that he has no interest in paying for their attention.

Yours, however… Seems to just get more and more expensive. Your rate’s stayed the same, it’s him that empties his pocket for you every time. Call it an addiction and he’ll fess up to it. Unashamedly even. “She takes care of me.” Is an excuse he often doles out, to anyone privy to his lascivious, proliferating habit.

But he should have watched his tongue more, guarded you more, because he’s run his mouth to the wrong people– well, the wrong person.

His best friend. Geto Suguru.

And Gojo Satoru just knows it’ll be his face he sees when the curtains are split. Prepares for it even, his fist already balled up with his knuckles drained of any color.

They share everything. Everything but you, and that’s by design. Gojo, he’s… Fond of you. Too fond for the relationship you two share.

He treks down the hall, pace methodically slowing down the closer he gets. No, the rooms aren’t notated by dancer; that’d be stupid. No, because Gojo doesn’t need signage to know where you are. He can track you as well as any sniffer dog, infinitely better when he uses his genetic abilities for sin rather than any selfless endeavors.

When he finally gets to the right room, velvet curtains glowing under the low light, he hesitates. The others may not hear your stifled moans, struggled breaths you’re so good at masking but you know as well as him: you can’t hide from Gojo Satoru.

So when the cloak of privacy is ripped away, it doesn’t surprise Gojo to see you in your preferred position- seated on a Geto’s fat cock, your knees pushed up to the ceiling with your feet bouncing haphazardly to the raven-haired sorcerer’s rhythm, which is anything but kind and intimate. He fucks you like he feels nothing for you and that’s because he does– you knew as well as Geto that this was nothing more than a paid relationship, and one built on a sickening revenge play.

Those pretty eyelashes of yours part, eyes shiny with diamond tears, when you hear the familiar slide of the curtains and you should be worried, should be on edge of someone catching you (after all, having sex with a paying customer is not in your job description) but when you see it’s Gojo, there isn’t much you can do.

Especially not when Geto seems to cut through the tension like it isn’t even there, pumping your cunt full of his cock until fluids spittle and splash from the velocity. He’s so much thicker than Gojo, foreskin so packed it really does feel like he’s making a new home for himself inches into your pussy, your walls spasming around him when the bulbous tip of his member seems to bump and grind against your most sensitive collection of nerves.

You whimper and whine but Geto doesn’t miss a beat, swollen balls beating into your folds, squelches and the stench of sex undeniable even as Gojo stands by the entrance still.

His nostrils flare. His breath quickens. His chest tightens. His pants, so fitting before, now feel like a prison for the budding erection you are certainly nursing without even touching him.

“Gotta say, Satoru – hngh – you picked a good one. She’s an obedient little thing isn’t she?” Geto grunts out, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he keeps your pussy and ass on full display for his friend to see. Geto wants him to see you plugged up with no room for anything else– anyone else.

“Sa– Sa— Sator–uu—uu– ah, ah, right there, right there, sir.” You started off so innocent, bottom lip jutted out and puffy from kissing Geto all night, but your voice is immediately corrupted and on purpose as Geto mercilessly spears you on his cock, bottoming out every thrust and stretching your cunt to its limits.

“I got her all night.” Geto says with a growl in between, your hot and gummy walls squeezing the base of his shaft so tight his vision blurs for a moment.

But Gojo seems to ignore Geto’s prodding, his attempts at getting a rise out of the man with irises that seem to never leave yours. Gojo drinks in your expression, lets the way your eyes seem to gravitate towards the back of your skull, your legs shaking not just from the degrading position Geto’s cramped you in but from the waves of pleasure to start with, drown the annoyance of finding you with his friend.

After all, you aren’t his… Even if he pays you like you are.

“Aw,” Gojo coos, zeroing in on his fucked dumb benefactor as he starts a path towards you, “Cryin’ just all over, aren’t you?” His tone is sickly sweet, with a twinge of something dark hanging just off his words. “Pretty baby probably can’t even see straight, huh?”

He looks for an answer. You can’t give him any. Your tongue won’t let anything roll off its drool ridden muscle but the sweet, sweet sounds of debauchery.

So he makes you, Gojo’s spine curving towards you as he grips your chin forcefully, makes you keep your eyes on him. Makes you fess up.

“Mmhmf– mmhmm—” He wants a response but with your cheeks hallowed by his finger and thumb’s pinching, all you can muster are muffled groans from Geto’s quickening pace, his brutal assault on your trembling pussy as he dares to carve his name deep inside you.

Gojo playfully pats your cheek just then, his hand falling from you entirely, just like the shadowed look over his normally jovial attitude. He starts on his belt, metal clanking away with the noise quickly forgotten to your moans and the club’s blistering beats.

He doesn’t miss Geto’s furrowed brows in irritation as he does so. Nor does he care.

Because he saw you first. He found you first.

So he’s going to remind you why he’s the best. With or without Geto.

“You don’t think she needs something more?” Gojo croons, overconfident in his talents as he starts to go pap, pap, pap with his cock over your distended tummy, taking note of where Geto’s cock starts and ends by the look of his bulge outlining your skin.

You squirm, belly overstimulated with Gojo’s patting and Geto’s cock no doubt ravaging your guts. You try to keep your eyes on Gojo but you’re losing control, of yourself and of the situation. But you give in all the same, pussy quivering and spilling your juices until they’re dripping down Geto’s sac. “Y-Yes, yes.” You’re finally able to sing, lips still trembling when you beg, “P-Please, wan’ both of you.”

You don’t know what you’re asking for. Hell, you don’t know the two men’s relationship with one another. It’s not like either have divulged to you the extent of their history; you’ve only been left to assume ever since Gojo stepped in, and that’s been minimal because well…

Your whole body is screaming for Geto to take you over the edge, bring to you a nirvana that’s all his own. But you won’t oppose Gojo’s own entrance to your pleasure, now his cock completely out and dragging the reddened tip over your lips until they’re glossed with his pre-cum. You instinctively lick it away, only for Gojo to praise you with–

“Good girl. That’s my girl.” Gojo seems to say louder than usual, “Gonna cum over his cock? Gonna let go? Let go for me, baby. Wanna see you cum.”

“S-Satoru–”

Geto bites your ear just then, canines digging into the conch of your ear with little care for the yelp that shoots out your throat. “Who’s fucking you right now, huh? Who’s pounding this wet and sloppy pussy? Forget Satoru. Say my name or you’re not cumming.”

And you really can’t be sure who is the reason for the pleasure that overtakes you just then, from the top of your head to the curl your toes take as Geto fucks you through your orgasm. It could’ve been anything.

It could’ve been everything.

“That’s it, pet.” Geto hushes your babbling, a stark contrast to the rhythm at which his cock penetrates your weeping pussy. He’s fucking you like you’re a toy to him.

And he spills his cum into you, forsaking a condom because– “That’s not how Satoru fucks you.”

So when Geto pulls out, the opaque globs of his release start to trickle out, your hole absolutely stuffed full of the stuff that it overflows, running down in rivets from your thighs to your ass.

Your legs start feeling like they’re running on pins and needles, your whole body suddenly realizing the tight, unbearable full nelson position Geto fucked you in for… You can’t even track the time.

But if you thought you were getting a reprieve, you were solely mistaken.

Geto still cradling you in the obscene position, Gojo leans forward, on the side his own face currently rests and murmurs, “How much to take that tight asshole of yours?” You watch his eyes dart to the cum still following the curve of your ass. “We have the lube for it.” He mutters so closely to your ear that Geto can hear it, can feel his friend’s hot breath crest his jawline.

You bite your lip, gasping at its sensitivity while you mull over the idea. But Gojo has something different in mind, kissing you hard to distract you from the logic possibly creeping in your head over the depravity.

And that’s how he gets you, kisses you until your mouth is equal parts your spit and his, hands smoothly easing your transition from the cage Geto’s wrangled you into. You follow him, intoxication bubbling in your brain and clouding your better judgment.

“How much more, baby?” Gojo’s voice brings you back to reality, lifting the haze just enough for you to feel one of his fingers teasing your taut rim with circling strokes as you pose for him on your hands and knees, perky ass lifted high and your spine curved low. All the while, Gojo spreads the cum Geto’s left in his wake until your hole is sloppy wet. “Hm? C’mon, he couldn’t have fucked you that good.”

“Satoru.” Geto’s voice stops you from responding, his tone low and dark but all Gojo can do is laugh and the bark sends shivers up your back.

You can’t help but admit the tension is exhilarating. It’s dizzying, so much going on and so many things tickling your senses. There’s Gojo now with his index finger crooked inside your asshole, already working on a second, while Geto walks over to your front with his dick still out and half-hard. You can see the foreskin glisten with your juices and his and you know what he wants you to do the moment he positions his twitching cock in front of that appetizing gap between your lips.

“Clean it up.” Geto orders you, admitting defeat in that Gojo will do what he wants, when he wants and the most he can do is take what’s left.

He can’t be too bothered. He got what he wanted. You will no doubt crave more, plead for Geto’s cock. He can hear that voice of yours now, pleading with half a brain, “P-Please sir, more sir! Can’t get enough!”

And that’s how you end up tasting yourself and Geto, your tongue rolling around his shaft as you work towards taking him whole, your throat spasming at the intrusion to come. Your tight rim does the same when Gojo works his way up to another finger, honestly losing himself to the unfathomable pressure.

“Shit– think you’re ready for me, baby? Tell me. Make him feel how much you want me.”

You don’t belong to Gojo but you sure act like it, following his order so dutifully as you gargle on Geto’s cock, saliva leaking out the corners of your mouth down your chin as you struggle to moan with Geto’s fat cock stretching your lips more apart than they’ve ever been.

It hurts. It aches.

“Good, good girl.” Goosebumps prickle your skin at Gojo’s words, your body buzzing with the pleasure of satisfying your longtime client because let’s face it… You have a soft spot for him too.

You gasp and inevitably choke on Geto’s member when Gojo’s fingers pull out swiftly and unexpectedly from your asshole. Geto’s hand shoots out just then, pressing himself so deep down your throat you’re weeping with your nose scrunched up against his pelvis.

And he’s smirking at you, so proud to be in attendance for your ruination. It makes your pussy flutter around nothing, your entrance already missing the merciless, reckless way Geto pistoned his fat dick inside and out of you. He got what he wanted– you already needing his affection.

Gojo can see the way you look at Geto, the pools of color in your eyes locked on his twisted features, and it irks him. More than it should. So you’ll have to forgive him for the stinging swat that comes for your ass, both sides to even it out. “Gotta make sure you’re ready, sweets. Want you to feel me take this cute hole of yours for the first time.”

And fuck, no amount of preparation could ever hope to mimic the denseness of Gojo’s cock, how the tip of his cock smears pre-cum over the rim before making that hole open for him. But it burns. It hurts in a way you have never felt before and you instinctively try to inch away, knees buckling forward with your hands desperately pawing at Geto’s abdomen for relief but you will find none there.

Because Geto’s all but ignored your pleading, choosing instead to start a brutal pace into your mouth, goading more slobber to coat his shaft while your tongue presses to the underside.

And Gojo? He’s got both hands locked on your hips, so cruelly dragging you back to him. “Don’t run from me. It’s gonna feel good baby, I promise.” He talks to you so sweetly but his body language is mean. His nails dig moon-shaped lines into your skin, the other hand once again aiming for your hole with a fist firmly grasping his girth as he prods your asshole to open nice and wide for him.

“Shit, Satoru. She’s gonna drown in cock and spit at this point.” Geto snorts, taking pride in the way your cheeks are streaked with mascara, how your lips bloom with a pretty color and shine with your own drool. His chest rumbles with a groan as he starts bringing your head to meet his thrusting halfway.

You can only sit and take it, take it from both ends as the men, the friends, share in the pleasures of your body.

Gojo’s at least taking it easy, letting your body acclimate to his cock as he starts with a light pumping. Just enough to squeeze his cockhead in a few inches, then back, but never completely out of you. He’s not that mean.

The drag of his cock inching deeper inside you with the passing seconds, you start to relish in the way he fills you up like never before. You can feel your stretched out hole convulse and clamp down on Gojo’s length, every time squeezing a sweet, sweet throaty groan from the man. You’re feeling sensations there you didn’t think were possible, nirvana settling in amongst the fog in your eyes as you feel pleasure running like lightning all the way to your fucked out little brain.

“Fuck, beautiful.” Gojo huffs with his hips slowly closing the distance between him and the curve of your ass, eyes mesmerized at your pretty hole being so spread out by the thickness of his shaft, the way it seems to swallow him whole until he’s nothing but a cage rattling with moans.

You’ve never heard him sound like that. There’s a bestial growl in his words with a grip on your body akin to a predator having his first meal. He’s fucking you like he’s starved.

As if he wasn’t just there with you the other night.

You can feel your shoulders start to buckle, elbows worn from keeping your body up to satisfy both Gojo and Geto, the latter either unknowing or uncaring of your slight discomfort. From your short dialog with the man, you’re guessing it’s the second option.

“Hope you’re good at swallowing.” Geto grunts with the hand at your neck now groping your breasts, struggling to find a hold with Gojo starting up a pace that’s making you bob and weave, bob and weave.

Your nipples are so sensitive, just the brushing of Geto’s hand makes you whine all around him, your voice drowned out by the barrel of his cock. “Just – hmmph, fuck – like that.” He chokes out, opening his eyes when you start to mewl, an attempt at rushing the orgasm because now it’s becoming all too much.

Gojo’s cock running deep into your asshole, Geto’s member throbbing incessantly the more noisy you become… Your brain might as well be in the clouds, Cloud Nine because even if it’s overstimulating you from the inside out…

It feels so damn good. You don’t realize it then but it’s because their temperaments are so different. Gojo pounding into you, getting a little more rough with his touch and rhythm but still rounding his spine to whisper how good you’re being, how he knew you could take it in your ear until the skin is burning hot and all your nerves are tingling with euphoria. He’s so close, you feel the ridges of his hardened abs cresting your skin, both parties sticky with sweat. And Geto, so crude in the way he pinches your perky nipples, so mean in how he grabs you by the throat just to make your mouth around him shiver.

“Mmmf– Mmm–” You start to cry, sobs held back when Gojo’s fingers finally play with your clit, rounding the swollen bud just the way you like.

It’s that last round of whining that sends Geto over the edge, his cock spurting out more cum than you expect while the engorged head twitches against the roof of your mouth; it’s so much so fast that it makes you recoil and bump your ass right into Gojo, setting off a chain reaction that couldn’t have unfolded any better.

Your grinding all the way to the base of Gojo’s cock makes him pant openly and grunt straight from his chest. His fingers strum your clit so eagerly, you feel his desperation on the tips. He wants you to cum with him.

An easy feat, because his cock, so far inside you, perfectly stimulates the erotic center in your pussy and makes you see white. Your slick is already seeping out your neglected hole, dripping onto the couch, down your thighs that seem to endlessly shake from Gojo’s thrusting.

Geto does you a favor, sliding his cock out your mouth and slapping it on both your cheeks, staining your skin with his cum and your spit. You’re thankful, because now you can…

“F-Fuckfuckfuck, feels s’good, Satoru.” Your words are slurred, your mind dumb with how Gojo is able to rip the orgasm right out of you, your pussy quivering around nothing while your ass clenches tight around his dick. His cock vibrates with every hot burst of cum inside you, making your ass wriggle and skin ripple as he unloads every last drop inside you.

He’s gasping for air, moaning throughout as he rocks his cock until he’s finished cumming. Your chest pressed to the cushion, you also try to get a hold on a stable breath, lips wet with drool and sweat.

Geto has long left you two, choosing to start dressing now that he’s finally had his fill of you.

So he doesn’t notice, doesn’t even see when Gojo adds another stack of bills to your collection. Not for him, but for–

“See? What did I tell you? I knew you could take two.”

#gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto x you #gojo x you #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo satoru x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for gojo. ꒱#.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for geto. ꒱

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 1 year ago

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The Hobie fandom has a lot of smut, and with a character so accepting on so many fronts, it means so much to me to see trans!readers being taken into consideration.

As a trans guy myself, I love seeking out ftm!smut. But often times, I often can't read them. Many times I'm left feeling unseen, reduced, or even feminized.

And I wanna talk about that a bit, if it's okay.

My take and feelings on FTM!smut - As a Trans Guy

Ngl as a trans guy myself I do feel a bit alienated by a lot of FTM!reader.

I'm gonna be honest - I feel like most ftm smut is written exactly as it would be a cis woman, just with the pronouns changed. Which is understandable, but not really how it works.

Cis women and trans men don't have sex the exact same, just because they're AFAB.

And I feel most smut writers haven't gone out of their way to research the sexual experiences of trans men and how we navigate the world.

Hobie smut is pretty vulgar, and I won't complaining! As a character, he has a high volume of smut, and probably the most diverse range, with Black!reader, ftm!readers, and male!readers being more common than most fandoms.

Black!Reader focuses on the unique experience of black people when in a relationship together. This unique experience is at the basis of black!reader.

But when we approach Ftm!reader - very often, our unique experience isn't reflected.

It's just assumed that because we are AFAB - there's no need to look deeper at the closer unique sexual experience trans men have - or to read up about it.

Most ftm!reader fic does not attempt to use affirming sexual language for trans men at all.

T-dicks - ie, natural clitoris enlargement you get after taking T - is a thing a lot of transitioning Trans men have.

But they're never called T-dicks in fanfiction. Only clits. It's very rare that a ftm!reader is described as having a dick - because so often the only dicks cis people recognize are natal dicks, and surgery-constructed ones.

Many cis writers may never even considered referring to a trans man's clitoris as a dick - pre or post T. They may see it as confusing to the reader, when it's not.

T-Dicks are dicks. Bottom growth didn't give you a full 3-4 inches, but you absolutely have growth and there are trans men that can penetrate with T-dicks - without surgery - if with the right partner.

The words pussy and cunt are used liberally in nearly all ftm!smut, and while many trans men are okay with these terms, I think a lot of cis writers ignore or do not know that often, terms like those can cause heavy dysphoria in a lot of ftm readers.

I don't think cis writers ever question if they might be making readers dysphoric - or showing them in a non-affirming way.

I feel like some writers believe that changing pronouns and calling the reader 'handsome' is really all it takes. Just write usual fem smut, change the pronouns - and done!

In reality, a large part of the ftm community feels uncomfortable with the word 'pussy' - and would much rather stuff like 'front hole'.

A poll on 'What do you call your downstairs?'

And I'm not saying that you can't call a trans man's genitals a pussy. And I'm not saying that a trans man calling his genitals a pussy is wrong.

I just feel like cis writers do not consider the dysphoria of their trans readers, when writing trans smut.

I feel like most cis writers don't actually seek out accounts of trans men and their sexuality.

I don't think they ever consider that these terms, talking about wetness and penetration (which many men on T can have problems with because of vaginal atrophy and dryness), breast, clits, cunts, pussy -

I don't think cis writers ever question 'Is this accessible for ftm readers that might have dysphoria? How can I make this accessible or easier for trans men who have bottom dysphoria?'

'How can I make this more affirming of them as men?'

It's the assumption that, because we're all AFAB, because we have vaginas like cis women - then naturally we must all fuck the same regardless of gender, the only thing changing being the pronouns.

That's not true.

And also - Trans Men are never really written like gay men.

Trans men having sex with men is gay sex.

And even though most writers write trans men with male OCs - they hardly ever write their sex as if they are gay men.

99.9% of the time, it isn't written that way. Its always written as if it's 'straight sex'.

The experience of how gay men have sex is never really taken account into these fics, which makes me feel like a lot of writers don't see it as gay sex at all.

At most, the ftm reader may be described as a bottom - but never as an otter or twink or bear or cub or leather or anything.

They see it as AFAB sex.

Cause If I'm getting strictly candid - I feel like if a writer wrote mtf!smut and kept focusing on the girls 'hard throbbing cock and balls' - we'd all be like 'oh wow that's very intense centering on genitals that may alienate some trans women-'

But in ftm!smut focusing on 'wet tight juicy pussy and thriving clit' is standard. It's never really questioned.

And this is not to say 'oh trans women have it better they get better smut-' No. They really don't. I'm just bringing this up to highlight the fact that we should be making sure that trans!smut is accessible and affirming to the trans people they're about.

Seeing a fic in which a gay trans man prefers to use his asshole, like most gay men fuck, is VERY VERY rare.

I feel like most cis writers never consider the fact that gay trans men may want to perform sex in an affirming, clearly coded, masculine gay way.

It's always assumed we use our front hole, are okay with it being called a pussy, have no problems getting wet, or that we don't have dicks (T-dick is a dick).

And because of that - the lack of affirming language and the lack of affirming transmasc experiences makes it very hard for me as a FTM person to read smut about ftm!readers.

I feel like most of them don't actually take our comfort - or our experiences in mind.

I feel like most don't attempt to actually read accounts of trans guys having gay sex, and what that's often like.

If you're a writer who feels guilty of any of this - you're not a bad person or a bad writer. And I genuinely thank you for including us in your work - from the bottom of my heart.

But I want to highlight this -

Trans men having sex is not a 1:1 of cis women having sex. The same way trans women having sex is not a 1:1 of cis men having sex.

Or experiences are unique - and our dysphoria does affect our sex lives, and how we navigate them.

Please, do not let this put you off writing trans men. But please keep in mind that our experience is unique.

So often I read ftm!reader and feel reduced down to my pussy. Without breasts in the equation, so much ftm!smut focuses solely on the pussy.

If you write ftm!reader please please do not let this put you off, but here's some tips I can give as a trans guy

Please do slight research of ftm anatomy, read an article about gay trans men, or go on r/ftm (subreddit) and read some posts about trans men, read some nsfw posts where trans men tell hookup tales.

Advocate has an great article called '16 things I learned from having sex with Trans Men' - which details and dispels 16 myths about trans men in bed. It's written from the POV of gay men who have been with trans men in affirming ways.

This post is in no way meant to be an attack or subliminal at any one writer. If it was one writer, I wouldn't care.

But this is something I've experienced and seen across fandoms and across writers in this fandom too. I feel the urge to write this because searching for affirming ftm!fics - I often come away feeling even more dysphoric.

Not because of the word pussy or cunt or anything -

But because of the erasure of my experience, the idea that my gender doesn't influence my experience of sex - only my AFAB genitals do.

If you write ftm!smut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, truly.

But I feel like I had to say this.

If you read this far, thank you! This is one of my more personal venting posts but I'm also trying to raise a point and start a discussion. And you reading through this and giving me your time and understanding is already helpful enough, so thanks!

Here's Hobie.

Bye.

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rinstaro · 2 years ago

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Hyrule, wild, twi, time, and sky’s reaction to reader squirting on them for the first time? How would they deal with the reader being super shy after?

ur a genius. i love this ask MWAH let me give you a kiss. i’ve been having a hard time writing but i really like this idea

i played around with formatting here lol, looks weird.

cw: squirting obv, overstim, coochie eating, praise, breeding kink in times, he also calls you pup, fingering, doggy, mating press, reader has a vagina no pronouns

minors do not interact.

hyrule

will be shy himself! he’s in such belief that he did that to you. he made you feel so good you squirted on him. i wouldn’t be surprised if he came right there or even came untouched. and even then, he’s hard again immediately. he'd flush with excitement, asking you over and over how good it felt. it only makes you more embarrassed.

you whimpered his name over and over as the knot in your stomach began to unravel. he groaned into your cunt, lips attached to your clit. you looked down at him, shuddering at the sight of him staring back at you like a starved man. your orgasm hit abruptly, causing your legs to kick out and your cunt to spray all over his face. your boyfriend almost choked at the sudden orgasm that hit him, staring at you wide eyed as his cum pooled onto the sheets. once the both of you caught your breath, you apologized profusely.

"n-no! it was, fuck, it was so hot, sweetheart. c-can we... i wanna try that again.”

wild

oh he’s smug. he’s so proud of himself. he’s always doing things for others but pleasing you was special to him. he stops for a moment to just watch you gush and then goes down to kiss your clit. he'll quiet your embarrassed cries by telling you how pretty you looked.

your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. your legs trembled in his hold, his fingertips leaving small bruises on your thighs. he stared down at the spot where you two met. your soaked pussy was still fluttering around him. when wild looked back at your face, you were whimpering in embarrassment, arms hiding your face. he chuckled softly, gently moving your arms out of the way.

"f-fuck babe im sorry-"

"no no, baby, you were so pretty. you think i can make you do that again before i cum?”

twi

an animal. you don’t get a chance to be shy because he doesn’t stop, not even for a second. whether he’s drinking down your cum or fucking you through your orgasm, he needs you to do it again. he needs to taste it, to feel it— he just needs more and will go for as long as he’s allowed.

you hid your face in the pillows, the soft material muffling your wails. twilight wouldn't let up, pounding into you as if he didn't know when he'd get the chance again. he'd been desperate, barely giving you a chance to breathe as he ravaged all of your sensitive spots before manhandling you onto all fours. you felt your orgasm coming, and he could too. "go on 'n cum, you deserve it, doll." you obeyed without a word, sobbing when you squirted all over the sheets. his thrusts never stop, making you squirm to escape his grasp.

"not done yet. i want you to drench me, 'kay darlin'?"

time

a menace! will tease you about it relentlessly both degrading and praising you. immediately goes to make you do it again, watching your face the entire time. he wants to watch your face this time as you cum so hard that you soak him. it because his goal now to make you squirt at least once every time you have sex

your dear husband had you in a mating press, dick stretching your poor cunt as far as it could go. your eyes were crossed as you let out little 'ah-ah-ahs' at his harsh thrusts. time wanted to fuck you full, making sure you had at least 3 loads in you by the time he was done. he wanted you stuffed full with a kid asap. time felt you clenching around him and began to play with your clit, making you feel so good you could cry. you shrieked suddenly, body seizing up as you came. “dirty, dirty pup," he called. you whined, uttering a quiet 'don’t look, please' that made him chuckle and grab your chin. "you squeezed me so hard, felt so good. you're so messy... could you do that again for me, dear?”

sky

lets you ride it out and then asks you what the fuck was that LMAO. like he knows, he's just so surprised that it happened out of no where. he wasn't even trying. but now he's going to have to make you cum like that every time. so he's gonna take his time making you cum on his fingers, his tongue, and his dick. it may take a few nights but he is determined.

your sweet boyfriend had been in between your legs prodding at your g spot with his fingers for what seemed like forever. you'd already cum twice, but this one felt stronger. your moans rose in volume as you finally caved, sensitive cunt gushing all over sky's arm. sky didn’t know where to look. his soaked hand, your trembling legs, or your fucked out face. you just sprayed all over him and you were mortified. you pulled your legs in, turning your head and hiding your face from him. he smiled down at your form. "don't be shy, sweetheart... need you to do that again. on my cock this time. maybe on my face later if you're not too passed out. pretty please? wanna feel your cunt squeeze me like you did my fingers."

#kore.writes #kores.blurbs #link smut #link x reader #link x reader smut #loz x reader smut #loz x reader #loz smut #legend of zelda smut #legend of zelda x reader

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moodymisty · 2 years ago

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✦ 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖄𝖔𝖚 ✦

Author's Note: tehe :3 I'm normal :> I saw that the Merchant wasn't getting much love and I just finished the remake so....

Summary: The mysterious Merchant that's been traveling around has been mighty helpful, why not give him a bit more than just a thank you?

Relationships: The Merchant/Fem!Reader (no she/her pronouns are used, but there's one brief mention of 'cunt' and petnames like 'sweetheart' and 'love' are used)

Warnings: NSFW, Oral (Male receiving), little bit of deepthroating, Is sucking off a man who's name you don't even know deserving of a warning?, Porn without plot, Some praising dirty talk from the Merchant

Word Count: 2224

Ao3 Mirror

"Ahhh, well look who it is,"

You quickly turn your head, seeing a familiar shape bathed in the soft light of the setting sun outside. It's filtering through the cracks in the walls and the windows; Without it, the only light you'd have would be the glow of your torch with it's slowly draining battery. This whole place still unsettles you, but it's nice to finally see someone just a bit less hostile than the usual fare.

"Lookin' for something in particular?"

He tosses one hand outward, his fingers relaxed and curled slightly inward towards his palm. His pack is on the ground for once, surely resting his back. That weight has clearly done some damage to him however, as he still maintains his usual slouch. Though maybe he's just always had that posture. It's not like you've known him long enough to be able to tell.

But all and all, he's the friendliest face you've met by far. So you have not too much worry coming in closer. Part of you wonders if his niceties are only so he can reap a future reward, but for now he hasn't. That part still has you hesitating, even if just a bit.

"I need some ammo. Fresh out." The last villager you had the displeasure of 'meeting' you'd had to fill with almost a whole magazine of bullets, before they finally went down.

That's the thing; You can kill them, but it's more so the matter of if they stay dead.

The Merchant makes an odd little noise sounding somewhat like an affirmative hum, before nodding to you. Slipping a hand inside the main section of his jacket it's moments later that he pulls out a duo of familiar red boxes, and you can hear the bullets clicking against each other inside when he lightly jostles them.

"Here you go; Just for you." You move to give him what little money you've scrambled together as of late, but he waves a hand, your eyes glancing towards the odd, splotchy complexion of his skin exposed by his fingerless gloves.

"Consider it on the house, Love."

He always calls you 'Love'. Or Sweetheart; Lovey. You've told him your name, so it's not as if he has nothing else to call you.

It's not to say you mind, however. It doesn't sound incredibly skeezy like you'd expect, and if anything, it sometimes makes your neck just a bit hot for no good reason.

He's just a bit of a flirt; You'd be a liar if you said you hadn't volleyed something back a few times.

"O-oh, I," You stutter for a moment, before taking the ammo from him and putting it in the pocket of your jacket. "Thanks." When you give him a small smile, he nods back. You can see by the way his eyes squint upwards that he's also grinning quite widely, or at least something similar.

"You've been more of a help than you needed to be." He brushes you off with one motion of his hand. It's nonchalant, before his eyes train right back on you. He rounds his little table to the side, leaning on it just a bit at the hip. It puts him even closer to you, and now you're almost in his personal space.

"Got to keep my regulars happy, right?"

Has he always been this, tall? And wide; He seems to almost shadow you, his shoulders far wider than your own. Maybe it's the thick, bulky material of his coat, though even then that doesn't remove the fact that even slightly slouched, he seems to have a height advantage on you.

Maybe it's because he's even closer now, having taken another step closer. Or maybe you moved closer and just don't remember doing so, hands hanging in the air close to your own chest.

"And I, uh, wanted to thank you."

Your finger hooks the edge of his coat as an absentminded fidgeting motion and the fabric waves, hearing the chimes and rattling of his 'merchandise'. He allows you for a moment, but when it actually moves, he catches your wrist with a gentle grip. His hands are large, and it swallows your wrist easily. He doesn't move your hand away, just simply stops it from moving any further as his eyes stare right into you, even so slightly hooded.

"I hope you aren't thinking of stealin' with those little hands of yours?" He trails off with a chuckle, watching your face morph into surprise at the misreading of your intentions.

"No! No Not at all; I..." He's still chuckling, it fading quieter and deeper, the uncovered tips of his fingers warm on your skin.

"What else would you want in my coat for then, lovey?"

His question seems genuine, but maybe it's his tone of voice, that makes it sound almost perverted.

Or maybe it's just you; Because the first image that comes to your mind is you on your knees. And no matter how hard you try and shake it from your head now, the thought stays. The idea of doing something that completely debauch on a man you literally don't know makes your neck hot, but not as hot as he himself makes you.

He's been quite the flirt, so maybe he wouldn't mind the treat?

You can't help thinking it; That he's, in an odd, partly frightening way, attractive. Maybe it's the lack of appearance; Or the way his voice seems to hit you in your gut with it's deep, gravely tone. When each time he calls you sweetheart or love, looking at you with those eyes.

He's still waiting for your answer; His eyes on your face as you look away.

"Like I said; I just, wanted to thank you." You hope he can't hear the nervousness in your voice, as you hide behind the 'thanking him' excuse. If pressured you'd deny it, but you know deep down you were already looking at him this way before the thought of thanking him ever came into your head.

The edge of his coat you have pinched between the knuckles of your pointer and middle finger, sliding down the thick seam as you slowly but surely fall to your knees. All the while the Merchant watches, silent. He allows his coat to be parted more fully, enough so that you can see inside. He quickly gets the hint, holding his coat back with one hand.

"Ohhh; Well, who am I to stop you if that's what you're lookin' for, sweetheart."

For a moment his sentence boils you enough to consider backing out and re-considering this, but in the end you don't, as your head leans ever so slightly forward. Your lips brush against the seam of his trousers, fabric course and dirty against your skin. Suddenly his hand is a soft weight against the back of your head, looking down at you. You can see the way his eyes flicker over different parts of your face, intently watching.

Any hesitations you had earlier are absolutely out the window now, feeling how fast your heart is racing.

The chuckle he lets out is what someone might call creepy, one that trails off as he watches you fumble with the buttons of his trousers. You might not disagree with calling it that, but there's no denying the deep grumble it trails off into puts a weight in your gut.

It's the way that your fingers stumble and paw at his clothing that makes him chuckle again, though just as he goes to reach a hand down and assist you, you finally manage to get a handle on the confusing clothing.

Slipping a hand inside his trousers you gently wrap a hand around his cock, feeling his heavy heat against your hand as you reveal it. That feeling in and of itself makes him groan, as your hand experimentally drifts up and down his cock for a few motions. That feeling of your lips brushing against his trousers had already started to rile him up, and soon enough, he's almost completely hard in your hand.

Once you're done experimenting, or maybe preparing yourself, you move your head closer, until your mouth his hovering just millimeters away from him. You can feel the stuffy heat against your skin, and the weight of his eyes watching down on you. They're hooded, lazily looking down at you like he's already having a grand time, even if you've barely started.

His cock is hot against your lips when they finally meet, even twitching as you move to wrap your mouth over the tip. Slowly you take him into your mouth, more and more as you attempt to fit as much as you can.

He's big, the tip of his cock bulges your cheek as you groan, mouth almost completely full. And you're not even to the base, your nose just barely brushes against the unbuttoned fabric of his trousers. He lets out a loud moan, echoing against the halls of the dreary, broken down building you're in. You pull your head back before trying again, attempting to familiarize yourself with the feeling while taking as much of him as you can. A tiny bead of spit forms in the corner of your mouth, as you hear him speak through his muffled groans.

"Fuck sweetheart, you got'a tight little mouth..."

More like he's too big for it, you think.

Your head bobs on his length quickly coating him in your own spit, taking deep breaths through your nose. The last thing you want to do is gag on him, but you're playing with fire; If he decides to get a little rough it wouldn't take much to send him right down your throat.

"Shit, shit, that's perfect," One of his hands presses against the back of your head, but not enough to stop you from moving. Tongue pressed against the bottom of his cock you have the odd, salty taste of precum in your mouth, hands gripping the fabric of his trousers. He can feel your soft moans just as much as he can hear them, not noticing when you glance up for just a moment.

"Ohhhh, fuck lovey," His voice almost shakes; That rough, gravely, nearly tipsy sounding tone grinding against his words. His gloved hand slides against your hair, fingers firm but gentle against the back of your head.

"You're real good at this, ain't ya?"

You're not the best judge of your own skill, but at least he seems to be enjoying it, bad posture exasperated even more so as he leans over you. His other hand presses against the top of the table he has laid out- the one he can fold away when he decides to move on to the next location he chooses- It creaking under the sudden increase in weight. It's meant to hold ammo, handguns and the occasional rifle, not support his bodyweight like this. Not that he cares, letting out a soft sigh and mumbling to himself:

"What'a treat..."

His hips thrust forward, meeting your mouth in the middle as he can no longer stay idle. His boot grinds against crumbled stone and dirt as he takes one tiny step closer, groaning through his gritted teeth behind the mask.

"Ohh, I'm real close lovey, you better..." He trails off, but you get the jist of it more than enough. Hand wrapped around the base of his cock that your mouth just can't get to without tickling the back of your throat, your lips wrap tight around the head of his cock as he twitches in your mouth. When his hand tightens on the back of your head not moments later is he finishing in your mouth, him letting out a muffled, deep groan. It's gravely and hits you right in your cunt, but you can deal with that later.

You swallow, the odd taste in your mouth lingering as he groans. You can feel the way that he's slowly softening in your mouth, and when you pull away, his cock falls from your mouth with a wet pop. Your hands fix his trousers; As if none of this had even happened. When you look up at him, he's watching every little move you make.

"Ain't you just a lovely thing,"

His hand drifts from your hair around to your face, thumb brushing against the corner of your mouth and wicking up a droplet of spit mixed with his own cum. His finger slides over your lips and presses, and your mouth opens under his soft pressure. It just barely brushes against your teeth, only for a moment. When he removes his thumb from the wetline of your bottom lip your mouth closes again. His touch is surprisingly gentle, you notice. His hand rests cupping the side of your jaw, head tilting into it.

Your knees hurt; They've been grinding against the hard floor, tiny pieces of rubble and dirt poking upward through your clothes. When you stand back upright, they yell in pain from being in such an uncomfortable pose for so long.

"Not used to gettin' thank yous, let alone ones like that." His thumb brushes over your lips again, his chest almost brushing against your own.

"Now, are you going on your way, or are you gonna stick around for a while longer?"

#everyone who's here for my star wars posting be like 👁👄👁 but HEAR ME OUT OK... He's hot. I had a crush on him since gamecube #the merchant x reader #the merchant x you #Merchant/Reader #re4 merchant #resident evil 4 remake #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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your-nanas-house · 10 months ago

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transmasc reader smut with jonathan crane pls?

Sure! I hope I didn't made any mistakes, I don't write often fics with transmasc readers so I really hope I didn't write bullshit or offensive things. 🙏

Domestic Sunday morning

◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X Partner!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, based on the sex position called 'seated wheelbarrow', fluff, marriage, work, age gap (both off age), pronouns they/them but reader has female genitals and body

◇ Summary: Jonathan works while fucking his Y/n.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

"Darling, could you pass me those sheets on the table... yes, on your right" Jonathan requested, his light blue eyes focused on his laptop which was resting on Y/n's back due to the odd position they were in.

His cock was buried deep inside of them, enjoying their tight pussy clenching around him at each slow and deep thrust he did.

It was just 10 am but both were pretty engrossed in their work beyond their carnal love, since they still gave in their needs and desire even when they had other things to do.

The last time that that had happened, they were both busy but aroused, aching for each other till they were "forced" to try with different positions so to satisfy them both— like reverse cowgirl but Y/n had to bounce and couldn't study without getting distracted; while when they tried the classic missionary position in hope to be able to work while fucking... they had a similar result, this time causing them both to get distracted.

That was the main reason why they were in that position, because of another experiment of the couple, who opted this time to try the so called 'seated wheelbarrow', in their living room.

Y/n was lying forward, their elbows resting on the table with their chest which was covered by their boy-ish shirt, while their stomach was on his lap, allowing them to keep their hips spread almost resting on the chops of the armchair where Jonathan was sitting.

His hairy thighs spread as well, his cock inside of their cunt as one of his hand rested on their ass cheek and the other one busy typing on the laptop.

"Thank you" his low voice murmured while his calloused hand gave a teasing squeeze at their flesh as soon as Y/n managed to pass him the papers he needed.

The scene was quite domestic and so casual as if it was normal for them to have sex while focusing on other tasks. In fact neither of them were bothered by the juices which were slowly dripping on the fabric of the armchair

"Honey, move bit faster, please. You're brushing just the right spot" Y/n hummed softly while taking notes from the book they had to read to pass their next exam in uni, a soft frown on their face while they accepted Jonathan's advices and random help as his hips increased the speed to allow his cock to go deeper and bring them on the edge before starting all over again till they were both done.

#jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane oneshot #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane cillian murphy #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x y/n #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane fanfic #cillian fanfic #cillian fic #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut

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ihavethedreamies · 6 months ago

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Up Close | Kun [NSFW]

Qian Kun - NCT/WayV

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~7.3k and all of it is smut

Pairing: Kun x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, No Plot Whatsoever, Self-Indulgent as Hell

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweetheart, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Swearing, Filthy Words/Dirty Talk, Kissing, Hand Kink, Slight Corruption Kink, Praise Kink, Creampie/Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink (obviously), Soft/Dom! Kun, Big Dick! Kun (obviously), Cockbulge, Cockwarming, Hickeys/Marking, Body Worship, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Squirting, Spanking, Just a Bit of Bondage, Breath-Play, Thigh Riding, Hand Job, Fingering/Finger-Fucking, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Face-Fucking, Intercrural/Thigh Job, Sex on the Stairs, Mirror Sex, Unprotected Sex (Would not Recommend), Kun Being Really Fucking Sexy (as usual) there's so much in this dear lord

Note: Originally I had a part one to this that was like a royalty AU! and it was low-key Kun/Reader/Yuta, but mostly just Kun/Reader. It was kinda harshin' on my steez, so I'm just posting this as a standalone.

Author's Note: Oh Holy Fuck, look at this. I know I said my Good Enough story for Jisung was filthy, nope. This is what I have decided to call a mud puddle because it's that filthy. This is the most self-indulgent thing I have ever written and might ever write. There is maybe two paragraphs of plot at the beginning and end, otherwise its literally 7k+ words of smut.

P.S. Kun is my ultimate bias and so this is my gift to myself.

Revised (1/31/25)

I am cross-posting this on Archive. Please reblog! Share, even if its to the other sites! Let me know if you want to be on the taglist!

The sun is setting by the time all the servants and movers leave. It took so long since they had to set up everything, even finish decorating. The wait is killing you, probably Kun as well. With bated breath, you watch the door shut, hearing the click loudly and you dash forward to look out the side window, watching the last helper walk down the sidewalk. Stepping back, you spin around, your flat let you do so smoothly on the wood floor. You bite your lip playfully making Kun chuckle. Watching, enthralled, he removes his blazer, showing his sleeves up, stalking closer.

"Come here, sweetheart." You meet him halfway and he yanks you into him as you giggle. His forehead bumps against yours as you both smile like idiots and when you open your mouth, you don’t get the chance to speak, his lips already on yours. You whine, fingers gripping the thin fabric of his white button up. Kun's hand buries into your hair at the back of your head, tilting your head to his preferred angle, tongue slipping its way into your mouth when you moan at the tug. He pushes your body back with his till it hits a table in the entryway. Luckily, the wooden vase on the table is filled with fake flowers because it hits the floor as he lifts you onto the surface. Finally, you heaved for air when he pulls back, that sinfully delicious smirk present on his face.

"You need to tell me right now, sweetheart, what I can do to you." He twists his rings off, letting them simply cling on the floor, then he takes his watch off, not caring if it breaks when it hits the wall after his toss.

"Anything." Your lips brush his since he’s still so close, your hands cupping his face, thumb running over his jawline. His hands grab the hem of your thigh-high socks, pulling them down and removing your flats as well. The gentleness of the action tugs at your heart, but the look on his gorgeous face tugs at your core.

"Anything? You might regret that (Y/N)." Your body shudders hearing his voice sneak your name straight into your ear as his nose nuzzles the side of your face.

"I promise I won’t." Kun chuckles, the sound rumbling straight to your cunt, making you sigh. He toes his own shoes off, kicking them behind him, fingers undoing his belt. The leather snaps as he tugs it hard from the belt loops of his pants and it clatters to the floor as well.

"No? You sure?" His hips press against the table under your butt, bringing him even closer. Even through layers of clothes, the heat of his body against yours catches your skin on fire, goosebumps rising all over.

"Please, I want you…"

"Want me? Want me to do what?" You know he’s teasing you, but you don’t care, he’s right in front of you, his lips lightly brushing your skin, the scent of his cologne invading your mind, and you want to taste him again.

"God, I want you to fucking ruin me." You manage to sigh out, head swimming when he grinds his hips into you, and you know for a damn fact that he isn’t that hard yet.

"I think I can manage that." he hums, "safe word?"

"S-Safe word?"

"Sweetheart, I need one or I'm not continuing." What is he planning? Whatever it is you can’t wait.

"U-uh, Ceres." The choice makes his smirk falter into a soft smile, but he regains his composure.

"There's really nothing you're against?"

"Not like, bathroom stuff…"

"Valid." Kun huffs, shaking his head, a bit worried that people even do stuff like that.

"What do you like, sunshine?" He straightens up, so his face isn’t at your throat, his hand holding yours, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. The move would be so incredibly sweet if not for the context of the conversation. Before you can even try and think of your answer, he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles, then takes your index and middle finger into his mouth, sucking. You shiver, whimpering at the feeling, thighs twitching so hard he can feel it where he presses in close.

"U-um…your…hands." You’re more focused with how his hand seems to dwarf yours than even your own fingers in his mouth. Kun arches a brow, pulling your fingers away, wrapping his own around the saliva slicked digits.

"Really?"

"Yes." You swallow, twisting your hand around his and bringing it close to your lips, much in the same way he did. He leers down at you, tilting his head, making the small pendant in his left ear sway. You dazedly look over his hand, entranced, so he moves the rest of the way himself, thumb landing on your bottom lip. You mewl and eagerly take his thumb into your mouth, sucking around it.

"You're such a good fucking girl." Kun groans, shifting his leg, trying to ease the pressure his pants are starting to put on his hardening cock. Your other hand comes up to hold his, and you pull his thumb from your mouth, kissing and licking over the rest of his fingers, enthralled with how big his hand is, how long his fingers are. You gasp when he yanks his hand from yours, but it quickly grabs your hair at the base of your head, and he inhales your whimper. You don’t even want to fight back, just letting his tongue make its new home in your mouth, tasting over every inch. Kun swirls his tongue around yours, and you heave air in and out of your nose, salivating further at the taste of his own. You nearly have to tap out, needing a higher dose of air, but he pulls back in the nick of time. Not leaving your brain time to recover, he lays searing kisses to the side of your mouth and down your jaw to below your ear. When the kisses finally reach your neck, right under your chin at your throat, he seals his lips over the skin, sucking hard on the flesh. The pressure near your windpipe makes your hips jump and you mewl when his teeth lightly nibble, tongue working your skin as well. You obviously can’t see it yourself, but he grins with pride at the deep purple mark he’s left, then dives back down to leave another in the crook of your neck. Kun tries to press even closer, the table knocking hard against the wall, jerking your covered mound against the bulge in his pants. Your eyes roll back, fingers gripping hard into his shoulders as his tongue runs from the bow of your collarbone all the way to your ear, then runs over the ridge. Every exposed inch of skin not covered by your shirt seems to burn and throb, the dark love marks branding you as his. You’re forced to lean back till your head hits the wall when he kisses you again, your chest pressed to his. Kun snakes his arms around you, nibbling your bottom lip and mapping the grooves of your teeth with his tongue. His hand casts down your bare thigh, mostly revealed by your shorts, and you follow his prompting and wrap your legs around his waist. Kun leaves the kiss once more and you trade tasks, starting to litter his jawline and neck with little pecks and licks as he picks you up. He hitches you a bit higher, holding you to him as he carries you toward the sitting room, and he swears, your wet is leaking through the thick fabric of your shorts. The room is darker from the curtains being closed, and he sits on the couch, you on his lap. He had no idea how much it cost but he can’t wait to turn you into a mess on it, and every other surface possible in the house. As you kiss his neck, he revels in your heavy breaths and little whines, sighing when your soft lips try to seal over his skin like his did yours. He isn’t sure if you’re unsure of what you’re doing or just not thinking straight, but he lets you leave a few small kiss marks over his collar bone.

"C-C-Can I take this…off…" You mewl when his arm around your back holds you in place as he slides a bit further down into the cushions, pressing your hips down so they roll your covered cunt over his cock. Your shaky fingers mess with the buttons of his shirt, and he hums.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Um…" You get the first three buttons undone, then slump into him, mind running on overdrive just seeing the first inches of his bare chest. You’re pretty small, you actually feel so tiny and soft on him, so sweet. It makes him want to corrupt any of your hesitant thoughts into the same lust-fueled ones he has.

"What is it, pretty girl?"

"C-can I request a…pet-name?" You whisper the last part.

"Yes?"

"Um…pumpkin…" You’re horribly embarrassed by your own request, that much is obvious since you shrink into him further, cheek resting on his shoulder, so you look away from him. Kun raises a brow, wondering how you came to decide on it, and why it seems to fluster you so much. Then something clicks in his mind, but he plans on acting on his idea later.

"Whatever you want, pumpkin." You gasp, entire body jerking when he says it, and how he says it too… He can’t fight back a laugh, kissing the crown of your head. Managing the courage to sit up, he coos at your beet-red face, tears shimmering in your eyes.

"Go ahead, pumpkin." He grins like a madman when your shoulders jerk in a flinch, and you continue to undo his buttons, even shakier. You sigh a groan when you finally pull his shirt open, and he sits forward so you can completely remove it.

"Oh, my god." You groan, diving back down and kissing over his collar bone more, then down the hard plane of his chest. He watches, incredibly amused, as you move off of him as your lips move down, till you kneel on the floor before him. He rests back further, legs spreading wider to give you room and your mouth waters. Kun grunts when your hot tongue lands just under and to the side of his belly button, running a slick trail all the way up to his sternum. Kissing and nipping back down, your gentle fingers run over the skin of his stomach, taught over his abdominal muscles. Getting up on your knees more, your hands splay over his ribs, thumbs rubbing at the underside of his pec, lips sealing at the skin just up from his nipple. You feel the rumbling groan he let out with your tongue, index finger running through the ridges of his ribs. His cock is painfully hard as he watches you leave five bigger hickeys on his torso. One under his belly button, right at the edge of the waist band of his pants, one on his left hip, another at the base of his sternum, a fourth creeping close to his side and the final right over his heart, a faint bite mark visible through the deep red mark.

"Get up here, pumpkin." You squeak when his hands go under your arms, lifting you like you weigh nothing and plops you down to straddle his thigh. You can feel his cock straining in his pants, still not as desperate to be free as you are to make it so yourself.

"Later. For now…" His hands encircle your hips, pressing you down and leading your motions, "fuck yourself here." You mewl, and immediately do as he asks. Trying to focus on wiggling your hips over the hard muscle of his thigh, another part of him that’s painfully delicious, he works at your shirt. Getting the buttons undone in the back, he removes the black corset-like vest, then nearly pops the buttons of your undershirt off in his haste. The fabric flies somewhere in the room, and he starts his kisses again. Another hickey is left on the swell of your right breast, two on the left, and Kun deftly unsnaps your bra. Too busy easily getting close to orgasm by rubbing your covered cunt on his leg, you gasp in surprise when his lips suck just as hard on your nipple as he did on other parts of your skin, the slight pain slithers into pleasure and goes straight down to your core. Your hips stutter, having a bit of hard time focusing on humping his leg as his teeth nibble on your sensitive flesh. The thick seam of your denim shorts wedges into your wet folds, his hard muscle pressing it against your clit. Your breath hitches, and every little breath you let out is laced with a whine or moan. Kun sits back, watching your breasts bounce as you do on his leg, hands on your ass and between your shoulder blades to help hold you up.

"You're so good for me, pumpkin. You wanna cum?" He grins when you nod, "please!"

"Okay, sweetheart, you've done so good, cum for me." His words break the dam, and your body goes rigid as waves of pleasure hit you like a freight train. You fall forward, forehead to his bare shoulder, body flinching, leaving a stain in your panties and shorts, and even a bit on his leg. You go limp when the waves die, and you’re both surprised at the intensity of your orgasm. Then again, it’s possible he can tell you in any circumstance to cum and you would, just from his words alone. Turning your head and looking down, you pant, still resting on him, your quivering fingers going to the tent in his slacks.

"You're so fucking big." You huff and he can’t fight a breathy chuckle, sighing as your gentle digits paw at his cock over the fabric of his pants.

"Stand up, pumpkin. Take the rest off." You do as he asks, so fast you stumble from the head rush when you stand. Kun kisses your bare tummy as you wiggle your pants off and you swear under your breath. Your last articles of clothing fall to the floor, and you shove them to the side with your feet.

"W-wait, there-" You flinch when his tongue swirls in your belly button, and he literally feels a drip of your slick hit his knee.

"Sensitive?" You can feel his smile against your skin, and you nod, trembling when his tongue runs the same trail you left on him, but he finishes at your nipple. He pulls you back down, your back arches as he nibbles at your peak, and you settle on the couch between his legs. The couch is big enough for you to kneel there between his legs, and you eagerly go for the button of his pants. He pulls back, running his fingers gently over your back, watching as you wrestled to get the zipper down. Biting your lip, you grin, bouncing in excitement as your hand meets his hard cock, flesh hot in your grip. Your fingers can’t even touch and you pull his dick out, whining long and low.

"So pretty~" You giggle, and your mouth hangs open, a drop of drool falling past your lips, aiding your second hand as it joins. He exhales, enjoying feeling your soft hands eagerly stroke his cock, hardening fully in your grip.

"Ah!" You squeal in glee when his finger meets your folds, and he furrows his brow.

"You're fucking soaked, pumpkin."

"I have been since you kissed me last week." You moan, twitching at the feeling of his fingers skating through your slick cunt.

"Oh, fuck, yes~!" Your hands falter, but manage to continue as he buries his fingers inside you, the slight burn fading fast into pleasure. His fingers reach deeper than yours ever could, and even just two spreads you further than Yuta's… Scolding yourself, Kun must have noticed your slightly wandering thoughts, crooking his fingers hard against the rougher spot of your back wall, taking your breath away.

"Focus on me, princess." His tone gets just a tad sterner, and he huffs in awe as your cunt clenches around his fingers.

"Y-yessir." You mumble and Kun groans.

"You're such a good girl, (Y/N)." Your gummy walls pulse harder, and he loves being able to tell just from your body what his words do to you. When his ring finger joins the other two, wiggling and prodding at your walls your pace halts, eyes closing.

"Keep going, princess, good job." His other hand rests over yours, guiding your movements. Kun's hand is soaked, your wet dripping onto the couch and he can’t wait to taste you.

"Fuck- wait, fuckfuckfuck." He’s adds a fourth finger, and you fall onto him, hands stopping entirely, breathing hard to gets used to the stretch.

"Sorry, pumpkin. You're too tight right now, I don’t want to hurt you."

"You can - oh my god- you can if you want to~"

"We'll see what the night brings." He grins and as you get used to the stretch, your hands pick the pace up, and his dick pulses in your hands.

"Just a bit more, sunshine, just…" Kun sighs, and he presses into your weakest spot, hard, and your grip tightens, falling over the edge. Watching his hand become drenched with your own release, he joins you and you squeal in glee as sticky ropes of hot cum spurts over your hands and onto your stomach. Huffing and panting for breath, heart racing, he stays just as hard under your hands, like he hadn’t even finished. Before he even decided if he wanted to ask you too, you swipe up your stomach, then bring your hands to your lips, licking his cum from your skin like it’s honey. Your hips jerks when he pulls his fingers from your cunt, bringing his hand to join yours and you take his fingers into your mouth instead. Cleaning every drop of your own release, he can’t help but marvel at how you seem to crave him, even more than he you.

"Hm, how good are you here?" His now licked-clean hand goes to your throat, not tight, but his thumb does press against your trachea.

"Can I show you?" You seem shy to meet his eyes.

"Of course, pumpkin." He lets you go, shoving the coffee table hard with his foot so it’s out of your way when you kneel on the floor. His sticky release still shines on his cock, and you wiggle your jaw, estimating. The vibration from your lips as you moan, taking the fat head of his cock into your mouth, makes him grunt. Eagerly, thirstily, your tongue drank each trail of jizz, swirling over the head, tasting the precum spilling from the tip. You used to be proud of how far you can open your mouth, the dentist always telling you that you do well, but Kun's cock is that fucking thick. Your jaw muscles protest when you swallow the tip, eyes rolling back at the thought of his delicious dick splitting your cunt in half. More precum and saliva spill past your lips, trying desperately to fight your aching jaw and take his dick all the way into your mouth. At this angle, you can’t press him in any deeper when the head hits your throat, swallowing to fight back a gag.

"You’re made for me, huh? Just for me." Kun grins, fingers gently weaving into your hair, then gripping hard, yanking your head back. As he stands, his hand grips your face, thumb on your bottom lip forcing your mouth open. You hold your tongue out, a glob of spit falling from his bottom lip and onto your tongue. Kun grins wide when you swallow and runs his fingers through your soft hair. Not too hard, he directs you by the hair to scoot backwards on the floor, then pulls your head back toward his cock. His gorgeous hand gripping his dick at the base, and you whimper when he rests the fat head on your lolled out tongue.

"How long can you hold your breath?"

"Um, a while. But for this…if you give me like six or seven seconds between thrusts, I won’t gag…" You’re a bit shy that you already know this, but you aren’t exactly inexperienced.

"Hm, that so? You won’t be able to talk while you swallow my cock, so tap out on my thigh if you need to stop, okay? Three times."

"O-Okay."

"Hm, my sweet girl, you ready?" You nod, obediently planting your hands on the floor to stabilize yourself, splaying your legs to get lower. You inhale deep through your nose, using measured breaths through your nose as Kun eases his cock into your waiting mouth. The taste of him alone makes your head swim, let alone when the tip meets the back of your throat.

"Good girl, my sweetheart." His voice doesn’t match the debauched grins he’s adorned, watching in delight as your lips encircles his cock. Slowly, with each thrust, he buries his cock deeper into your gullet, and you inhale hard, body jerking when he fills your mouth, pressing your nose to the skin of his groin. Your eyes roll back, fighting a gag, holding your breath obediently, cunt pulsing in need.

"Fucking hell, (Y/N), you're an angel." Kun’s fingers cart through your hair, holding your head still, pulling his hips back enough to let you breathe. He’s learned the sound of your inhales and exhales, then begins to batter his fat cock into your throat. Drool drips down from your lips, splatting on the floor, the salt of his precum and the residue of his orgasm making your mouth water more. Only a few tears prick at your eyes, a soft gag forces its way up every so often. He gives you longer break between complete air cut-off, he has too much stamina, he wants you to last. One of his hands leaves your hair, pressing against your throat, feeling the bulge of his cock as it fucks deep. Your vision is blurring, chest heaving, even with the breaks he gives you, your need for air is growing, but the dull pressure of restriction fuels the fire in your cunt. Kun's eyes glance to the clock, you’re a fucking champ, he’s shocked you could tolerate swallowing his big dick for nearly five minutes. You’re about to learn he has the stamina of a fucking bear, and he’s pent up beyond all get out. He’s been wanting to ruin you in the dirtiest ways possible for too long.

"You want my cum down your throat, pumpkin?" You moan, hands going to the backs of his thighs and Kun groans, the sound slightly rising in pitch as he gets closer.

"Breathe." He pulls out far, you suck in a huge breath, and he buries his pulsing cock as deep as he can and cums. He’s so deep you almost can’t taste his cum, but your tummy warms. He cums like a bull. You tap his thigh twice and he pulls back, the last few small drops leaving the tip as it sits on your tongue. He’s still half-hard, but he’ll need a bit more time to recover.

"Can you stand?" He pants slightly, contrasting with your deep and laborious breaths. You just nod, throat burning from getting hit as if by a battering ram.

"Here, let’s get you something to drink." He helps you stand, leading you to the bathroom that just happened to be the closest door. You look at your face in the mirror, red and splotchy, lips coated in drool and cum. You don’t bother finding a cup, you just turn the water on and use your hands to drink. Nearly choking, you hadn't noticed him slink out of view of the mirror, and something warm and wet meets your cunt. You grip the counter, head bumping the mirror, shakily shutting the water off as his tongue snakes into your core.

"You taste so fucking good, sunshine." Kun's groan echoes in the bathroom, and he feels your legs weaken. He wraps his arm around your hips, hand pressed to your lower stomach, the other around your leg to hold you up. His tongue leaves your core, sliding through your folds, swirling around your clit and you jerk against the counter, the soap dispenser falling over, rolling into the sink itself.

"K-Kun!" You gasp twice, then keen a moan, falling apart on his tongue. Your cunt spasms, your release squirting over his face and chin and onto the floor as your vision spots.

"Have you ever squirted before, pumpkin?" He licks at your inner thighs to clean the trails of wet from the skin.

"N-No."

"Good, only for me then?" He hums in delight, kissing your ass cheek, then stands up. He wraps his arms around you from behind, fully hard cock pressing into the cleft of your ass. His hug is so warm and gentle, his nose nuzzling your messy hair, a soft kiss presses above your ear. Grabbing your hand, he leads you from the bathroom, into the hall, and then he presses your shoulders down. Your knees hit the carpet of the bottom stair, your hands catching yourself a few steps up, and he kneels behind you. Kun fucks his cock between your thighs, more wet dripping down from your cunt already, slicking the skin. Even your thighs tremble at the girth and a thick vein running down the shaft skates perfectly against your clit. Your little button is already swollen, and it pulses, stinging just slightly at the continued stimulation. Sighing in dismay when he pulls back from you, his cock leaving the soft flesh of your thighs, you instead hum in delight when he moves the tip to your cunt. Just the very end nudged into your core, your walls already fluttering in shock at the intrusion. It’s one thing holding him in your hands, or even in your mouth, he feels like he’s hung like a damn horse as the fat head starts to press in.

"Good girl, my love, breathe slow." His hands cup your waist, thumbs rubbing comforting circles into your back. Is fucking you from behind for the first time the best idea? Probably not, he hopes he don’t go so deep it hurts. Your entire body spasms along with your wet, hot core, every little centimeter searing burning pleasure into you.

"Oh my god, Kun~! You're gonna break me~!" You squeal, delighted, his cock only halfway inside before you cum again. He halts as your already tight cavern grips his cock like a vice, another puddle of wet forming on the stairs.

"Already?" He huffs, waiting for the waves to die before continuing to press in.

"I-It’s because it's you. Fuck, your finally inside me…I'm gonna-!" You gasp, your fading orgasm cresting back up, and he takes the chance. Kun snaps his hips hard, burying in all the way, head pressing against your cervix, forcing your next climax from you. Your pussy walls, clit and nearly entire lower half burns from overstimulation, the sting quickly growing painful, before dulling into just a buzz, pleasureful once more. Kun sees you white knuckling the bottom of the banister, shoulders jerking, and he leans down over you, pressing his chest to your back.

"Need a sec…" You whisper and he hums, kissing over your back and shoulders.

"Your sweet pussy is so good around me, princess, you feel so fucking good-" He pauses his words, not wanting to go overboard.

"Yeah~?" You whimper and he chuckles.

"Of course, pumpkin. You're taking my cock like a queen."

"Oh, god, it’s the best, your cock is so big, fuck, Kun! Just fuck me already!" You cry and he exhales hard.

"You want my cock, pumpkin? Want me to ruin your tight little cunt? Mold it to my dick till no one else could ever compare? Make your body mine?" He lets his words go, and he’s glad he did, your core fluttering and leaking at each sentence.

"Please! Please, Kun, please, da-" Your words cut off as you moan, all air and sanity being pulled from you as he pulls his cock out just an inch.

"I'll give you it, pumpkin, take daddy's cock." He’s too intuitive for his own good, and he rolls his hips, fucking back into you hard and shallow, your breath hitching with each pound.

"Yes, daddy! Fucking fuck, ruin me, please! I'm yours, only yours…" You’re rambling, words slurring, body dropping on to the stairs. The slight thrusts have so much power behind them, every ridge of his dick perfectly running over your weak spot, making your brain short circuit. Sweat drips down both of your foreheads, a drop running down his neck, chest, stomach and his thigh, more dripping onto your back, meeting your own and falling to the wood below. Kun starts to leave more sucks on your skin along your spine, large hand splaying over your stomach right under your breasts, the other meeting yours, fingers weaving between yours.

"(Y/N), I love you. Fuck, you're so perfect for me, sweetheart. Damn, I wishes I could’ve had you sooner."

"I…love-! Love-! You too! Holy fuck, daddy, I'm so close!" You giggle like a fool, squeaking as his thrusts build power, pulling out not even quite halfway before slamming back home.

"You're so fucking wet, pumpkin, your making such a sweet mess." He huffs, looking down to see the shine of your slick all over your thighs and ass, and gleaming on his cock, groin and down his balls and inner thighs.

"Wanna cum? Cum while daddy's cock makes a mess of you?"

"Yes, please? Can I daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart, go ahead, my good girl." He stops his movements, cock head pressing hard against your womb and your cunt weeps, burning from overstimulation but you need more.

"No! Nonono!" You babble when he pulls out, your sticky release coating his dick, dripping to the floor.

"Ah, wha-?" You yelp as he wraps and arm around you, spinning you and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Trying to balance yourself with your weak muscles, Kun moves down the hall toward the master bedroom that’s luckily downstairs, arm around your thighs to hold you. When you won’t stop wiggling, his other hand comes down hard on the flesh of your ass, a red welt instantly forming, and your babbling stops with a choke. Slick drools onto his shoulder from where you rest on it and he kicks the door closed, stalking to the bed. Nearly dropping you onto the mattress, he flips you on to your stomach, smacking your ass again.

"Move up." You scramble to do so, peaking behind you over your shoulder to watch him drop his pants, fat cock standing proud against his stomach, coated in your wet. With bated breath you watch him open a dresser drawer, pulling a red tie out, then he joins you on the bed. Kneeling next to you, he grabs your wrist, dragging you further up, shifting the blankets under you. Kun wraps the soft red material around your wrist, then loops it through a gap in the headboard meant for securing the mattress. Finalizing the tie around your other wrist, you gently tug, not really wanting to even try and resist.

"Okay?"

"Y-Yes~"

"Good." You feel a little nervous to, but glance behind you none-the-less, and not even ten seconds later, his hand lands on your right ass cheek. You gasp, the searing heat jolting straight to your cunt, and he marvels at your reddened skin.

"You're such a good girl, pumpkin, but I also like your little noises-" smack, on the left, "when I do that, plus," smack, right, "you like it too, hm?"

"Yes, daddy~!" You yelp as his hand lands on the left again, before the next lands right in the middle. Your pussy weeps, his fingers sliding against your cunt, and you speak, a little scared.

"J-just don't hit me there, please." You wiggle your hips, his finger running through your folds.

"Okay, pumpkin, I won’t. You're so good for me." He kisses your shoulder again, and you sigh when the head of his dick meets your core again. His thrust shifts you up the bed a bit, the stretch still burning a bit.

"Hold on here." He helps you wrap the slack of the tie around your hands, then you grab the edge of the mattress. You suck in air at the feeling of him pulling back, leaving just the head of his cock inside you, then back in slowly. Disappointed and relieved at the same time, your cunt pulses and twitches, trying to accommodate his fat girth. With each movement of his hips, it gets a bit harder, and you bite the pillow your face is buried in at a good time, because he snaps his hips, starting a brutal pace. You nearly scream into the pillow, and he forces it lower so you can’t muffle your sounds.

"I want to hear you, pumpkin. Want everyone to. Hear you’re mine." He chuckles darkly, grunting, the smack of your skin on his carrying through the room. Each impact of his hips and pelvis against your backside makes the hand-marked reddened skin sting deliciously.

"(Y/N), my sweet girl, I'm gonna cum, cum inside you. Hmm, you want me to fuck you full~?"

"Oh, fuck, pleasepleaseplease, yes, god, Kun!" You freeze, twitching, shuddering when he fills you, tip pressed into your womb, painting your insides white. Heat spreads from your core up to your heaving chest and down all the way to your toes. Globs and streaks of your combined releases drips onto the brand-new covers, spilling from your spasming cunt where he splits you open. He watches with a smirk as your pussy spasms, milking his cock for every drop.

"How the fuck are you still hard?" You manage to whisper out and he chuckles.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you, sweetheart? Too long. Plus, I need to fuck any memory of anyone else from your body, every cell. You're mine."

"Oh~" You sigh at his words, watching him untie the red fabric. Gently, he pulls out, globs of jizz spilling from your cunt and he just smiles, flipping you over. Hitching your legs up to wrap around his middle, even if he’s still a bit sensitive himself, his dick slides inside you once more.

"So tight, my love." Kun licks his lips, and your body shivers at the feeling, the different angle hitting new spots inside you.

"Oh, look, pumpkin." He hums, sitting up, hand on your lower stomach, hiding the subtle bulge evident beneath your skin. When you work up the strength to look, he moves his hand and the sight makes your head swim, gummy walls clenching even harder.

"You're so small, but you're taking me in still, this sweet cunt’s just for me."

"Yes, your fat cock is- oh, fuck, god it's so good!" Your own hand presses on the bulge, head tossed back, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. You don’t have the strength to hold your own legs up, and he moves your legs from resting over his elbows, to pressing your thighs to your chest. Your eyes widen, knees at your ears, his cock bottoming out.

"Damn." Kun hums, loving how easily your body folds for him. He starts with the same shallow, hard thrusts as he did on the stairs, picking the pace up some, holding your legs with his chest, ankles by his ears. One hand lands on the headboard to support his weight, the other cupping your jaw. The soft gesture changes as his palm slides down, thumb pressing on the other side of your windpipe, and squeezes slightly. Your air only feels the slightest bit restricted, but where he presses makes his grip feel tighter.

"God, fuck! Daddy~!" Your hands go to his wrist, holding it there, body jerking under his from his fervent pace. His own peak is rising faster than he anticipated, and you feel his cock pulse inside you.

"Cum in me more, please! Want your cum!"

"Hm~ I can do that. Fuck you full, make it drip from you for days, fill you with me." Kun leans close to your ear, kissing under it, then sucking on your ear lobe. One, two, three more thrusts and he fucks even more cum into you, already stuffed full, spurts of hot sticky white oozing out and your vision spots, cunt stinging as you fall apart as well. Your consciousness is fading, exhausted, and you feel his hand leave your throat before you slip into a light sleep.

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You must’ve slept through the night since you can see light fading into the room through the curtains, the sun had been setting when you and Kun first started…well, fucking. No way to romanticize it. You’re sore beyond all get out, but somehow not satisfied. Neither is Kun it seems, because he holds you to him, both of you completely naked, his hard cock wedged between you two.

"Oh, god." You had nearly forgotten how big he is, the soreness making sense. Small points all over you are sore too, the little hickeys and bites he littered you with. Your ass stings as well, but the most overwhelming feeling is how nice it feels to be surrounded by him. He easily wraps around you, your body fitting perfectly in the curve of his own, really making you feel made for him.

"You too sore, my love?" His voice makes you flinch, not from startling you, but it’s deeper and rougher from his sleep.

"I don't think so…" You mumble, throat protesting at you speaking, "though I think I'll be bedridden for the next week." You huff and he hums, nuzzling behind your ear.

"Let's start slow, then." His arm around your middle leaves, the one under your head curling around your shoulders, pulling you back toward him even more. Shuddering as the head of his dick once again finds its home inside you, your pussy jerks in protest, but the slick heat of your walls sucks him in desperately. Bottoming out, he nestles even closer, kissing your head, stilling almost likes he fallen back asleep. Slowly, the sharp sting fades into the same tingling burn of pleasure, and you experimentally clench around his cock. Kun huffs in amusement, proving he’s still awake, and you feel yourself wake up further as well, nerve endings firing up from the warming feeling spreading from inside out.

"What round will this be?" Kun hums at your question, thinking.

"Not sure, not enough though." You feel and hear the sucking noise his dick makes as it leaves you, your vision whirling as he flips you over. Your arms shakily hold you up on his chest, his hands on your hips holding you up, hovering over his cock.

"You control the pace, don’t want to overdo it." Using his arms to help you ease down and not just drop onto his fat cock, you ease him in, shivering when your clit meets the slick you leave on his groin, panting, trying to get used to him once more. The idea is good in theory, not great in practice though. You’re tired and shaky, so as you start to rock and bounce on his dick, your thighs yell at you. Still, the pleasure you already feel building spurs you on, almost like an adrenaline rush, but you can’t keep your pace consistent. You’re getting frustrated, and he can tell, hands still at your waist holding you to stop.

"S-sorry."

"Oh, pumpkin, that's fine. Let's do something different." He sits up, helping you dismount, and you whimper at the loss. Kun kisses quickly and softly all over your face, and you giggle, bowing your head to escape the ticklish onslaught. He scoots back so his back rests against the headboard and he has you face away from him. Easing back down, you straddle his legs, and resting against him when he fills you back up. Moving his legs under yours, he brings his knees up and you’re forced back against him more, his legs spreading yours further. Sighing, shakily, you rest your head back against his shoulder, hands falling on his arms around your middle.

"Look, there, pumpkin." He nods forward and you shift to do so, finding your reflection in the mirror behind the dresser.

"Did you have them put that there on purpose?" You yipe when his hips jump, and he hums coyly.

"I have no idea why it's there~” Kun tries not to laugh, and you feel his body stiffen under you. Using his feet as leverage, he starts to jerk his cock up into you, quick and deep. You’re held up entirely by him, back pressed to his chest, legs over his. Your clit already stings, but you need him one more time, just one more before you’d be satisfied. It seems he doesn’t need long either, the same familiar pulse thrums from his cock and through you. His cum from the day before had still been leaking out of you, forming a ring around where he enters you, mixing with is pre and your slick. You watch enthralled in the mirror, amazed at the ease in which he fucks up into you, and how much of a mess you are.

"Fuck, (Y/N), cum with me, pumpkin." His hand falls to your clit, flicking it just twice before your body seizes, cunt spasming hard even through the soreness and you manage to keep your eyes open, watching his release spill from you. As you lay on him, both of you panting, he nuzzles your ear.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you, too." You mumble, exhausted already.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

You doze while he prepares a bath in the jacuzzi of the master suite. With soft and loving movements, he washes your hair and body, massaging away some of the soreness.

"You don't have to wash me too, sweetheart." He chuckles when you lather up the loofa again. You send him a playful glare and he sighs, letting you eagerly run the scrubber over his skin before you ditch it in lieu of stroking the soap over him with your hands instead. You look like you’re on a mission, focused, face red with excitement.

"You're so cute~" He coos, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, his own wet hair slicked back.

"And you're the sexiest thing on the face of the earth~" You copied his same gentle tone, and it makes him laugh. That’s the best sound you've ever heard. When he helps you out of the bath, legs still shaky, he wraps his robe around you, going for just a towel around his waist, and you swim in it. It’s so nice and soft and smells like him.

"This is mine now." You declare, shuffling into the bedroom from the bathroom and he laughs again. He cooks you breakfast as you sit on the counter, a pillow under your sore butt, legs swinging. As he waits for the pan to heat up, he nestles between your legs, brushing your nose with his. You’ve never felt such pure and gentle love before. Despite neither of you being able to be with each other for so long, you were close enough to fall for each other. At first you thought it was irrational, infatuation, but looking at him before you, with the same loving look reflected in his eyes, you know that he’s yours, and you his. Something you could only really see from up close.

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men ✰ In Part Time Lover

Cast Line Up Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ You're the Men piece on the side, You got them all messed up The Head and In Conflicted Situations!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Ran Feels so stupid, Falling for you when he's a Married Man but there's just something about you and the way you fuck him back when he's inside your pussy

✰ You play with his emotions so well while making him feel so good, Hes ready to lose it all whenever your lips find their way onto his neck

✰ He’ll Admit it, Playing the field got him all fucked up in the head. He can't even fuck his wife without wishing it was your pussy wrapped around him.

✰ Even Rindou and Sanzu on his ass to choose you or her because the situation is so fucked

✰ “I don't even Know How you got yourself into this mess but you need to pull yourself out of it” Rindou sighs while glaring at his brother, ”Fuck Man. You're so deep in shit right now, Playing around got you fucking caught up” Sanzu said while frowning at Ran. “I know. I fucking Know, No Need to get on my case” Ran groans before getting up, “I’ll Handle My situation” Ran mumbles before leaving the room

✰ He already Made Up his mind, That's why he's calling you up for a fuck session and to hear you moan his name

✰ “I need to feel you on My dick” Ran groans in your ear as his hands fondle your breasts

Ran had your legs pressed up to your chest as he fucked into you on the floor of his office, Your body shaking with every thrust he gave to you while his hand played with your clit. “ Got My Mind all fucked up” Ran Groaned while he pushed his hips to get his even dick deeper in you

“Ran, You Look so sexy all conflicted in your head” You cooed before yelping as he landed a spank on your ass, “ Don't tease me when you got me like this” Ran grunted making you roll your eyes at him before you clenched down on his dick while Ran could only shudder at your actions. “Keep That Up and I’m going to bust in you” Ran groaned before picking up the pace he was fucking you in

Ran was fucking you so deep and hard that you couldn't even coherently speak anymore, His dick touching every spot deep inside you as he fucked you so well that you were seeing stars. Your pussy squeezed down on him in retaliation for the beating it was taking while you moaned out a mumbled mess of words, You couldn't even tell him that you were about to cum

Your Orgasm came out of nowhere catching Ran off guard as hips began stuttering as your pussy pulled his cum from him, “ Look at you milking this dick so well.. Fuck” Ran groaned as he gave your pussy Unsteady thrusts while his cum spilled deep in you. “Fuck. Do I love you” Ran whispered before pulling his dick out of you

“I love You too Ran Haitani” You cooed before catching his lips in a kiss

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou Is Puddy in Your Hands and He's a married Man, You got him deep in your web.

✰ He's a fool for you and those pretty Lips, The same Lips that Moan his name and sucks his dick like a pro that his brain gets so fuzzy he forgets his wife's name

✰ He is ashamed of himself but he's proud of you, He feels so dirty but he wants to keep you clean even though the things you do to him are filthy

✰ He hides the hickeys you put on him and keeps everything to himself. Not Even Ran is aware of you, His pretty little secret

✰ He Knows he can't keep this up forever and the day is approaching when he's forced to make a decision, He finds himself calling her your name

✰ I’ll let You in on a secret, You will always be the one he chooses.

✰ “I need to be buried in your pussy like I need oxygen” Rindou whispers before kissing your neck

Rindou was fucking you softly as he left hickeys on your breast, His tongue lapping away at the spots he just sucked on while he relished the warmth of your cunt. His dick stroking you good and deep with every motion of his hips making you whimper under him

“Rinnie, I love the way you're fucking me. I love you” You moaned sending shivers down Rindou's spine, “ I love everything about you so needless to say I love you” Rindou groaned in your ear as his eyes studied your own. He angled his hips so that his dick would stay pressed against your g-spot making your eyes roll back in pleasure

He fucked you hungerliy like he was trying to get every inch of your pussy wrapped around his dick while his hands roamed your body. every touch he gave to you was with love and care as his dick touched parts deep inside of you that No man but Rindou could ever touch. You could feel yourself unraveling as your pussy pulsed around Rindou Inches

“Rinnie, I'm cumming” You moaned as your orgasm hit you hard, Your pussy fluttering around him as you fell into unadulterated ecstasy. Rindou wasn't far behind you as your pussy gripped his dick so well he couldn't help but cum deep inside of you, His spasming as he painted your walls with his cum while giving shallow thrusts. He didn't even have the strength to pull out of you as he kept his dick warm in you, “Let's just rest a moment hmmm?” Rindou whispered as he pulled you close

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo the Man who Values Loyalty has found himself to be unloyal in the ugliest of ways

✰ You came around and pulled him away from his wife with tender words of encouragement & love

✰ You made Him feel things he never felt before while tightening your silk strings around him, Now he's hooked on you

✰ Haruchiyo Feels like a fool, His Heart with you while he shares a bed with the woman he married

✰ You Are glued to him the moment he's away from his wife, You're beside him at the club and You're even on his lap at bonten meetings

✰ Everyone around him knows about you except his wife and he planning to tell her soon, so he can finally be free to have you the way he wants you

✰ In his eyes you are one deserving of his Loyalty and His love, You are His and He is yours

✰ “Fuck. You got my mind lost and I love it! Just don't break me.” Haruchiyo groans while holding you tight against him

Haruchiyo was fucking into you recklessly, The headboard of your bed was beating into the drywall as he fucked you rough and deep. “ Haru, You gonna damage my wall” You moaned as Haruchiyo Grinned down at you, “ You wall? I can get that repaired, Easily.” Haruchiyo Grunted while he kept of the pace making you moan out his name

Your nails were digging into the pale flesh of his back while his dick battered your g-spot so well that your toes curled up. Haruchiyo didn't even break his rhythm as he put your legs over his shoulder so he can fuck you ever so deeper, “ I want to Live in your pussy” Haruchiyo Groaned as his eyes adore your body

“So fucking beautiful” Haruchiyo Groaned out before kissing your ankle, “ Haru, Fuck me so well and he's such a pretty man” You moaned out brokenly as Haruchiyo's dick rammed into your quivering cunt while you writhed under him in pleasure. You could feel that knot in you forming as Haruchiyo fucked you with the objective of making you cum over his dick

“Ahh Haru, I’m Cumming” You whined as you got tossed in bliss while Haruchiyo kept up the pace as he fucked you through your orgasm, His dick spurting cum you while he kept fucking you into the mattress. His Hip not even relenting after he filled you up with his cum

“ Pretty Huh? I'm not finished yet, Gonna fuck you all night long” Haruchiyo grunted before rubbing your clit making you moan

Manjiro Sano

✰ Manjiro's Marriage was a mess before you stepped into his life but now that he tasted your pussy?? He doesn't care if his marriage crumbles to dust

✰ You showed him pure love and adoration, You made him feel truly alive all while Knowing that he was married to someone else

✰ Manjiro can Never Fix his lips to that you are his sidepiece, in his mind, he is fully yours

✰ You are all he cares about, his wife is on the back burner. He knows she got someone on the side thanks to the reconnaissance of Kakucho and He doesn't care anymore as long as you're beside him

✰ He flaunts you off letting the world see how you shine right by his side. he wishes someone would dare lay a finger against you, He’ll set the world on fire.

✰ He couldn't even wait for the ink on the divorce papers to dry before sliding his dick in you at his attorney's office restroom

✰ “You got My heart in your hands and you better not crush it,” Manjiro says before catching your lips in a kiss

Manjiro’s right hand held your left leg up as he thrusts up into you making your leg tremble in his hand, “You Dick Feels so good Stuffing me” You moaned making Manjiro groan out your name while his dick bullied its way into your pussy. The sounds of you two fucking echoed in the small Restroom but Manjiro couldn't care less as long as his dick was deep in your pussy he was Happy

Your Hands holding on to Manjiro's shoulders as he fucked you nice and deep, His hips rolling against your own as he plunged his dick in and out of you, “ Swear this cunt was made for me, Make me lose control whenever I get into it” Manjiro groaned before bring his lips down to your neck to suck on your tender skin

Manjiro Brought his left hand to your pussy to thumb your clit making you grind down on his hand, You could only brokenly moan out his name as fucked you so well your legs felt like jello. His dick plunged in and out of your swollen cunt as your breathing hitched while your hold on him tightened, “Jiro, I’m so close” You mewled while he continued to work over your pussy as tears of pleasure pricked your eyes

You could feel your pussy clenching around Manjiro's dick right before you began cumming so hard that you would've been on the floor if it hadn't been for Manjiro Holding you up. “Fuck. Squeezing my dick so good” Manjiro Groaned as his hips jolted as he began cumming deep inside you, his eyes closing as he focused on the way your pussy milked the cum out of him. Manjiro slowly pulled out of you before kissing your lips one final time as he lower your legs back on the floor

“Now Let's Go Celebrate,” Manjiro said as he helped you fix your clothes

Kakucho

✰ You came Into Kakucho Life when he was separated from his wife, It will never be secret that you influenced his decision for a divorce

✰ You treat him with so much care and tenderness that he has never been blessed with, How could he not fall in love with you??

✰ Your Lips parting to say his name is something he wants to wake up to for the rest of his days, You're just so loving to him

✰ The Thought of patching things up with his wife became a long forgotten Memory with your hand holding his

✰ He devotes his life to your happiness, He can't wait for when his divorce finalizes so he can truly be yours

✰ “I love you with all my being, You know that right?” Kakucho asks as his hand caress your face

Kakucho's dick worked you open while his hand held yours, his lips sucked on your neck as he fucked you at an easy pace. “Kaku, So nice and deep” You moaned in his ear making him look up at you with his eyes. you couldn't help but meet up with his thrusts while you relished how good his dick made you feel

“I got heaven in my arms right now” Kakucho Groaned before kissing your chin making you whimper, “Feel so good holding me in so tight” Kakucho softly panted as he fucked you so good that you could barely hold on to him. His hips rolled into yours as he found that spot in you that made you a moaning mess

Kakucho wasted no time bringing his fingers to your pussy to rub patterns on your clit making you arch off the mattress, “Kaku, Please Please don't stop” You whined as Kakucho kept doing everything that brought you immense pleasure, “I know you're close, Cum for me angel” Kakucho whispered in your ear as you obeyed his words

Your orgasm hitting you so hard that it made you a babbling mess but Kakucho Kept fucking you, His dick only start cumming when he was certain you were done with your orgasm. His hips jerking as he released into your soft warm walls, “I love you” Kakucho groaned before giving you one final thrust before pulling out of you

“I love you too Kaku,” You said before kissing his lips one final time.

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ You got Hajime's head all fucked up! the way you suck his dick under his desk while his wife talks with him about another girl trip she wants to take, got him insane.

✰ You knew he was married before you got him in your bed but it's like you took it as a challenge to play with him even more

✰ Hajime finds himself buying you a house and brand new cars to keep a smile on your pretty face

✰ He knows he fucked because he finds himself dreaming about you while his wife sleeps beside him, You've done something to him and he will never be the same

✰ Nobody Knows about you and that's the way he likes it, Private accounts and dates at high-scale hotels keep the fun safe

✰ He is smart with it. trying to keep risk minimum while distancing himself from his wife, He wants to be your full-time man

✰ “Fuck. do you know how much I love you?” Hajime Groans as you toy with his hair

Your titties jiggled as Hajime fucked you from behind, His dick hitting deep inside your pussy with every stroke he gave to you making you claw up his back. Hajime's lips suck your right nipple while his right hand toyed with your left nipple

“Just like that Koko, Feel soo Good” You moaned making him smirk up at you, “ You feel so good squeezing my dick just like that” Hajime groaned as he brought his lips to your left nipple to give it attention. His hips snapped into yours making your pussy throb with every stroke his dick gave to you

Your finger ran through his white hair making him groan against your skin as he fucked you towards pure pleasure. Hajime’s dick kept hitting that spongy spot deep inside you making your body convulse around him. “ Koko, don't stop. Almost there” You moaned as Hajime fucked you to your orgasm

His dick massaging your inner walls so well that it was enough for you to experience euphoria as your orgasm came down on you, your thighs shaking around Hajime's waist while he stroked you deep through your orgasm. “Fuck, clenching me so hard right now” Hajime groaned while he began cumming inside your velvety walls, He gave you three shallow thrusts before pulling out of you making you whine

“You are my everything and I can't wait for the day I can make you all mine,” Hajime said before kissing your lips

Shuji Hanma

✰ The Big Bad Reaper is on his knees for you. Everything about you got him all weak and tied up in the head

✰ You got him confused, The way you were able to get him away from his unfaithful wife without him knowing your intentions all while playing sweet got him in a daze

✰ Those soft Lips on his neck while you stroke his dick with your pretty hands got him never wanting to go back home to his wife

✰ Shuji fucking you at his studio, In his car, and sometimes in the bed he shares with his wife because he can't say no to you

✰ It's like he's under your spell, Every word that falls from your lips he obeys without question

✰ Got His Married ass taking you out in public without any worry, it's like he doesn't give a damn anymore

✰ “Gonna Make You all mine, Keep you on my dick just you wait and see” Shuji Groans while rolling his hips into yours

Shuji fucked you on the couch in his studio, the decorative pillows laid on the floor while you held your phone up recording how well he was fucking into you. “Look at this big bad man fucking my pussy” You cooed while Shuji licked his tongue out for the camera

“This My pussy, I fuck it the way I want to” Shuji teased before rolling his hips letting his dick massage that spot in you that drives you crazy, You couldn't help but moan as his dick made you feel pure pleasure. “Can't even taunt me anymore huh?? Let's just hope you can keep the camera focus on how I’m fucking my pussy” Shuji grunted before letting his hand spank your ass

Your body shuddered in bliss as Shuji rutted inside you, his dick spreading you open with every motion of his hips making you whine his name. The pressure and the fullness in your pussy from how well Shuji's dick was making you feel made you scream his name uncontrollably, You could feel your pussy twitch every time Shuji's dick plunged in and out of you

You could barely keep your phone in your hand as Your orgasm hit you so hard that you screamed out his name, Shuji only groaned as your pussy gripped him hard that you were making it hard for him to fuck into you without his hips bucking wildly. Shuji thrust into you one final time before he filled you up with his cum, “Fuck. You got me feeling empty” Shuji Groaned before pulling out of you

“Now what you're gonna do with that video?” Shuji asked as his fingers rubbed your clit, “ Probably send it to her, let her see how you fuck me” You laughed as Shuji Shugged

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because i'm tired of having to say it: if you don't have your age in your bio or somewhere else visible, or if it's 18+/21+ and nothing else, i am going to block you.

current status: 🟢 [🟡] 🔴 = i'm feeling a little shaky. i may or may not be up for play or messages.

h'llo and welcome to the blog! this is a contained space for me to play with gender fuckery without it spilling into other blogs. 37. black. transmasc and nonbinary. i'm not a man, but if you'd still like me to not interact with you, please let me know and i'll bugger off. because of the nature of the blog and the contents herewithin, i'll immediately say this:

content warnings ahoy!

this is a kink blog. the contents are for viewers 18+, as the subjects discussed are adult in nature. everything posted to this blog is of fantastical nature and exists purely for the sake of kink. i do not condone actual rape or sexual assault. this blog will contain detransition and misgendering kinks, forcemasc/forcefem, rape play and more. as a rule, i try my hardest to not engage with the misogyny and patriarchal aspects of the kink, nor do i do raceplay, anything to do with terfs, or anything to do with conservatives/maga. i'm also a bit iffy on trans supremacy. as such, i ask that you don't engage with it with me. if you're into that sort of thing, that's perfectly fine, but keep it over there. you're welcome to send me pictures, but i'm extremely self-conscious and will only send pictures to people i'm comfortable with. i also don't do orders, so please don't do that.

let me be clear.

this is not a space that welcomes nazis, racists, misogynists, republicans, child abusers, animal abusers, or other repugnant assholes. this blog also does not welcome children. if you follow me without your age visible somewhere within easy access, i'm going to assume you're a child and block you.

within headspace, you can call me lilah. pronouns are she/her/it (if i trust you). i'll also answer to whore, cunt, and slut. in the right headspace, you can call me a bitch (but, i reserve the right to tell you to stop).

outside of headspace, you can call me oleander or oli. pronouns are they/he/it (if i trust you). oddly enough, i'll also answer to whore, cunt, and slut. (and in the right space, you can call me a bitch).

i use a traffic signal system:

🟢 - i'm down to play, send me raunchy shit. i'm up for filthy messages. 🟡 - i'm feeling a little shaky. i may or may not be up for play or messages. 🔴 - i'm not interested in playing. you may message me and i may answer, but explicit stuff will likely be ignored.

kinks i fuck with:

detransition misgendering forcemasc forcefem rape play orientation play (dykebreaking, etc.) heirophilia degradation praise …and more, as i think of them

kinks that i ask that you keep to yourself:

feeder/feedee abdl terfbreaking misogyny aspects of detrans/misgen male supremacy scat vomit …and more, as i think of them

i try not to make moral judgements about whatever kinks you get off to. ykinmybykiok.

my ask and anon are both on, but please behave yourselves. you can send me images, if you'd like, but if it gets to be too much, i'm gonna turn it all off.

current status: 🟢 [🟡] 🔴 = i'm feeling a little shaky. i may or may not be up for play or messages.

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Trimesters

MINORS DNI

Warnings: MC named Feliz who is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns top (soft)dom amab, pregnant trans man leviathan, anxious levi, pregnancy kink, vomit (not in detail), lots of mention of Levi's belly :)

terms used for levi: chest, pussy, cunt, he talks about his period very very briefly

An unbelievable amount of thanks to the person who commissioned this fic and their endless patience for me as I struggle and cringefail my way thru august. I hope you enjoy <3

The discovery

Feliz is yanked awake in the middle of the night by Levi calling their name from the bathroom. Puzzled and on the verge of irritation they rub away the sleep from their eyes, then stumble out of bed.

"Feliz," and okay, they didn't pick up on it when Levi called their name the first time, due to being forcefully pulled out of slumber and what all, but he sounds panicked. They quicken their step and find him hunched over the toilet holding,

"Is that a pregnancy test?" they ask, their voice gruff with sleep. Levi's hands are shaking, and when he looks up at Feliz, his eyes are brimming with tears. They drop to their knees between his legs, holding his face gently,

"It's positive, and-and it's not a fluke. I've done five now, and they're all- they're all positive," he manages to tell them before the dam breaks, and he's sobbing.

"Oh, Levi, baby," they coo, holding him to their body. It takes them a second to process his words and then it feels like they've been struck by lightning. "Wait," Feliz pulls Levi's head from out of their shoulder where he's been hiding, "wait, Levi, you're pregnant?" they ask, excitement evident in their voice.

Levi, upon seeing their reaction, gives them a confused look, his tears drying up slowly as he nods. "That's amazing, wonderful- I mean-" they start, but he cuts them off.

"You wanna have a baby with me?" he asks incredulously. Feliz grins- and their cheeks hurt a bit, because it's not often that they do so- before kissing him lovingly,

"Yes, god I love you so much," they finally answer when they pull back. Levi lets out a sigh of relief, and then sobs again, but this time Feliz can tell his tears are happy ones.

"Feliz you have no idea how terrified I was, I was so scared you were going to leave me or- or-" they stop his rambling by kissing him again.

"Shh, come back to bed with me, it's so late, and your silly, pretty little head has given you so much to worry about," they haul him to his feet, first letting Levi toss the test and pull up his pants, then guide him back to their bedroom.

Levi practically crashes into their bed, and Feliz cuddles up behind him, spooning him with their significantly smaller build.

"How'd you figure out that you should take a test?" they ask curiously, running their fingers gently through his hair.

"My period was late," he sighs, sounding utterly exhausted, "plus, I threw up a couple of days ago," he confesses.

"Why didn't you tell me?" they ask, referring to the sickness. Levi whines,

"You'd tell me it was the energy drinks," Feliz laughs at his statement,

"Yes, that's true," they kiss the back of his neck lovingly. "Try to sleep now darling, I think you should tell your family tomorrow," Levi groans, covering his face with his hands. They pull Levi's hands from his face, squeezing them comfortingly "hey, I'll be there too!" they remind him, "you know they're all going to love getting the news," to that Levi sighs, because he knows they're right. "I love you so much, guppy,"

"I love you too," he murmurs softly, relaxing then finally drifting off to sleep.

Trimester One

Levi moans as he finally finishes heaving up this morning's breakfast. Feliz kisses the back of his sweaty neck, wrapping their arms around his ever growing belly.

"Are you alright?" They ask softly, rubbing gentle circles into Levi's belly.

"Am I alright?" He asks weakly, huffing a laugh, "no. This whole morning as been a critical hit at my hp. I'm dying," Feliz moves their fingers gently across their lovers belly, and Levi giggles weakly, resting his body against them.

"Let's get you up," they suggest, helping Levi, who's now struggling a bit with the new weight gain, and sore feet, and sore back, and sore- well, he's just sore all over these days.

"Jeez, my body hurts," Levi whines, after brushing his teeth and letting himself be led into Feliz's room. Feliz hums softly as they guide the taller man into their lap.

"I'm sorry to hear that," they tell him softly, rubbing the stress out of his shoulders. "You'll tell me if you need anything from me, yes? Anything at all, and I won't hesitate to help." They watch in amusement as a blush works it's way from Levi's cheeks to his ears.

"Gwahh, you're so nice to me!!!" He cries covering his blushing face with his hands. Feliz nearly smiles at Levi's adorable response, but instead kisses his neck lovingly.

"Of course I am, I love you, you know," Feliz tells him, causing Levi to squeal and flap his hands excitedly.

Though the morning started pretty rough, Feliz is confident Levi's feeling good now. The only goal they have is to keep him feeling good; and with the way that Levi's moods have been swinging these days, Feliz knows that's easier said than done.

Trimester Two

"You seem-"

"AHHH!!!" Levi cries, jolting in his seat, and whipping his head around to look at Feliz accusatorially. Feliz raises their eyebrows at the reaction, but doesn't offer an apology, It's not their fault Levi was so engrossed in whatever he's doing on his tablet.

"I was going to say, you seem to be in better spirits these days," Levi huffs, and then gives a weak smile.

"Mhmm yeah, I feel a lot better. I'm less hormonal, and throwing up less, and my chest doesn't hurt so much, or at least I've kinda gotten used to it, y'know?" Feliz very much does not know, but nods anyways. "I've been feeling good!"

"And looking good," Feliz adds, because truly they can't help themselves. Levi's belly bump has grown significantly, and he has the stretch marks to prove it. It drives Feliz crazy knowing that they're the one who knocked him up, that it's their baby growing inside of Levi. These days Feliz daydreams constantly about kissing every inch of their lover's belly. They lick their lips subconsciously, and Levi flushes under their gaze.

"You- you really think so?" He asks, nervously picking at his skin.

"Yes," Feliz purrs, taking Levi by the hands and helping him to his feet. They guide him towards the bed, helping him lie on his back, so Feliz can get a good look at him.

"You look delicious," they mutter, and their tone comes off as a little ominous, but Levi only flushes and nervously giggles at their words. "Can I see you, my darling?" They ask softly. Levi bites his lip, pulling up his shirt shyly. Feliz runs their hands along his belly tenderly, the corners of their lips turning upward at the soft sigh that falls from Levi's lips.

Feliz knows they're going to relish this trimester. The glow that adorns Levi is heavenly. And the surge of hormones making him horny and (semi) confident are both welcomed and appreciated. It makes Feliz's cock stir in their pants.

"Please," Levi moans after a while of Feliz groping and massaging his belly. Feliz quirks an eyebrow,

"Please what?" Levi whines, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on his shirt.

"Don't tease," he begs, and of course that makes Feliz want to tease more.

"Just tell me what you want," they say, like it's the easiest thing in the world. "Do you want me to keep touching you?" Levi nods his head wildly, before Feliz can even finish their sentence, "do you want me to touch you," they move their hand down his belly towards his thighs, "here?" Levi takes a moment to think, letting Feliz feel him up.

"No," he finally whines, spreading his long legs, trying to hint at where he needs relief.

"Oh? Do you want me to touch you," their hands drift back upwards, massaging Levi's sore hips, "here?" He moans and melts as Feliz gently rubs the stress out of his muscles, but eventually shakes his head.

"Do you want me to touch you-" their hands start drifting again but Levi cuts them off, taking Feliz's hands in his own and moving them to his pussy.

"Here, touch me here," Levi whines, pressing their hand against his cunt, and grinding on it, "please."

Feliz hums, "okay sweetheart, I'll give you what you want," they lean down to kiss him, their dick now hard and straining- nearly uncomfortably so- against their pants. Levi purrs happily, letting Feliz lick against his lips.

"All you had to do was ask," they murmur when their lips part. Levi glares, but Feliz ignores him in favor of helping Levi out of his maternity pants and underwear, groaning when they get a look at Levi's glistening pussy.

"Look at you darling," they breathe, staring unblinking at the sight before them. "Fuck, you look good enough to eat," Levi keens, his long legs trembling.

"No, no, please," he whines as they lean down to have a taste. Feliz hesitates, staring at Levi with their big unblinking eyes. "Just use your," Levi's voice drops to a whisper, "your fingers," he requests, avoiding eye contact.

"Aw, so needy," Feliz coos, and reaches over to grab lube. They make quick work of slicking up their fingers, and press them against Levi's hole.

Because he's so wet, Feliz is able to slip in two fingers right away, scissoring and stretching him open for their cock. Levi's moans, releasing his grip on his shirt in favor of wrapping his arms around Feliz, pulling them in for a kiss.

It doesn't take long at all for Feliz to open Levi up, and sooner than later they're gently pulling away. Levi whimpers softly at the lack of attention and kisses, but his mood quickly shifts to one of excitement as Feliz begins to strip themselves of their clothes.

Feliz takes a bit of time with lubing up their cock, even if they absolutely don't need to with how wet Levi's pussy is right now. It's just fun for them to watch Levi grow needy for their dick.

"Please," he whines, jutting his bottom lip out in a cute pout, "please," he begs again weakly, looking like he'll genuinely become distressed if he doesn't get fucked soon. Taking pity on him- and really they're getting desperate too- Feliz presses the head of their dick against Levi's entrance.

Levi lets out a long, drawn out moan at the sensation of being filled, and wraps his long legs around Feliz's waist, pulling them closer.

They slowly inch their hips forward, pushing gently into Levi. For the sake of any and all anxieties that the both of them hold, Feliz has been especially gentle and careful ever since that fateful night when Levi called them into the bathroom. It's an agonizing few minutes, but finally their hips meet his as they bottom out.

"Fuck you feel good," Feliz hums, massaging and petting Levi's belly as they wait for him to adjust.

"Um, you feel good too," Levi tells them, barely above a whisper. Feliz presses a sweet kiss to his lips, delighted by the confession.

"You can move," he says when they pull away, quickly adding a nervous, "if you want to, I mean."

Feliz lets out a soft laugh, and gladly begins with a soft, but steady pace. Levi moans, knocking his head back against the bed. Ever the indulgent lover, Feliz picks up the pace very quickly, because the way that Levi tries- and fails- to rock his hips back against them is telling of how worked up he is.

"I'm gonna cum-" Levi gasps, like it's a shock to himself. "Fuh-Feliz, please- ah- faster?" he begs, clenching and fluttering around their cock. Feliz complies, their hips snapping in an erratic pace, as they near their own orgasm. Seeing Levi like this, coming apart so quickly, so desperate and needy, and so beautifully full and pregnant gets them nearly embarrassingly worked up.

"Please, please, ah-need it, need you, so- oh- close, close, Feliz," Levi cuts himself off with a choked moan, clinging to Feliz like he'll die without them. His breathless, frenzied babbling makes Feliz feel hot all over, and they know they're close.

Levi finishes first, his voice cracking as he cries out Feliz's name and locks his legs around their waist, his pussy clenching and fluttering around them until they follow soon after. Feliz fucks Levi through their orgasm, pumping him full of their cum and basking in the sweet mewls and moans that escape Levi as they do so.

Once both have come down from their highs, Feliz goes to pull out, but Levi stops them.

"Um, can you just," he picks at the bedding under him, mumbling at a nearly incomprehensible level, "stay inside me, cause I'm gonna prob'ly want more, soon, like really soon, if that's okay," he trails off, awaiting judgment.

Their dick twitches, blood already flowing back down as arousal sinks deep into their gut at Levi's words.

"Yes," Feliz breathes, "sweetheart I'll keep you full as long as you need me," they promise, sealing it with a kiss. They can feel Levi smile into the kiss, and they know there's a long night ahead of them.

Trimester three

"You're still awake?" Feliz groans, wiping the sleep from their eyes. They'd woken up to see Levi illuminated by the light of his monitor, clicking away at his newest game. Before they made it clear that they'd woken up, Feliz listened to him explaining what he's doing in the game to the baby. He's taken to talking to the baby a lot these days.

Levi turns sheepishly to Feliz, embarrassed at being caught. "Sorry," he mutters, "couldn't sleep." Feliz hums,

"Did you try?" and Levi doesn't answer, because they both know the answer. "Come here and lay down with me," they plead softly, "I want to touch my baby," and it's unclear whether Feliz is talking about Levi or the bump.

With a growing smile, Levi hauls himself up, and waddles over to the bed. He lays down with a bit of difficulty, but it's all worth it when Feliz wraps their arms around him. Levi sighs contently, his eyes fluttering shut. In moments he's fast asleep. In the dark, Feliz smiles to themselves, happy that Levi's able to sleep now, knowing (and slightly dreading) that they'll have many sleepless nights in the near future.

The Baby

"It's so beautiful," Feliz gasps in awe, holding their newborn for the first time. Levi would probably cry if he wasn't so sleepy. Seeing Feliz holding their baby makes him so overwhelmingly happy he doesn't know what to do with himself. All he can do is reach out weakly. Feliz gets the message, because they always know what he wants, and carefully places the baby in Levi's arms. They then join Levi in the hospital bed, wrapping their arms around him, and staring at the baby as it sleeps peacefully.

"I love you," Levi whispers, looking at the baby, and then Feliz. Feliz kisses Levi's cheek lovingly, "I love you too."

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