#unlike the mess that is Stretch lube

[not-poignant]

Hi Piayou mentioned in the FT discord that Hillview only supports 'ethical studios' when it comes to porn. In the context of the UtB universe what does that actually mean/entail/look like?

I love your worldbuilding and all the thought you put into it!

Hi anon!

The ethical porn studios in the Underline universe look a lot like ethical porn studios in real life! (Link doesn't go to an ethical porn studio, it goes to an article talking about what makes them ethical).

This one I thankfully didn't have to worldbuild very hard for, because they already exist. :D

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 9: Size Kink - Ari Levinson

Summary: Ari was your grumpy (handsome) boss, who never smiled at anyone. So why did he care so much if you smiled at someone else?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, grumpy vs sunshine, arguments, size difference, size kink (Ari is huge in every way), showing off strength, manhandling, spit as lube, fingering, possessive, rough sex

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It had been a long day already; the sun was beaming down, which meant the bar was packed to capacity, with endless drinks and money being swapped. You thrived on days like this, enjoying the perks an extra broad smile could get you from willing customers who hadn’t appreciated service with a smile. Today, there was one specific customer, Matt, who was sitting on a stool in the middle of the bar and had been complimenting you for the entire afternoon.

He was harmless and continuously gave you tips with every drink, so you plastered a great, broad, fake smile that ached your cheeks every time you went near him. Ari watched from the end of the bar at how you smiled towards the stranger and how the man smiled back, and the second your back was turned, his eyes would be searching your body greedily.

Ari’s hand tightened around the beer bottle to the point that he was close to shattering it and had to take a long breath through his nose to calm himself down. Yet, he continued to watch. He always used the excuse that because he was the boss, he needed to keep a close eye on the goings on in his establishment and his employees, but deep down, he knew there was another reason he was always sitting at the bar rather than in his office.

The liquor you needed for your requested drink was empty as you lifted it to show the customer with a closed-lipped smile, “need a new one”, you quickly explained before leaving out the back of the bar. 

All of the stock was kept in the cellar, so you descended the steps carefully, taking your time to have a quiet moment to yourself. Scanning the rows of liquid against the wall, you sighed, seeing that the one bottle you needed was on the highest shelf, which you would struggle to reach. Straining up on the tips of your toes, your arm stretched out as far as it could, reaching for the bottle, but a searing warmth burned through the clothes on your lower back as Ari pressed against it, using it as leverage to reach above you to grab the liquor easily.

You jumped at his sudden presence but were also not surprised, as he usually found an excuse to follow you throughout the bar. Peering up at him, you exclaimed, “God, Ari, you scared me. Wait, what’s that look for? What’s wrong?”.

He didn’t say a word, but you knew something wasn’t right by the angry scowl, which usually softened whenever you smiled up at him like you were attempting to do now. Unlike behind the bar, this smile was genuine, and the joy reached your eyes, making them appear as if they were twinkling. Ari would always do feats like this, showing off his staggering size and strength so that he could experience this smile to the point that he seemed to be always standing over you, with his towering height that made your neck ache, one of the few people to make you feel small in stature, dainty even, especially when he became all dominant and acting like the resident bodyguard for the bar. Everyone knew not to mess with the boss.

It was hard not to fall for him; sure that everyone who was attracted to a man fell in love with him as soon as they saw him sitting at the bar or over your shoulder. To be truthful, there were times when you faked not being able to lift a table or heavy pot of glasses just so that he could come and lift things whilst you oggled at his psychic, but he was happy to help, even though he always had that deep frown.

The frown that he was currently still looking at you with enough that it had you feeling slightly uneasy as you looked away to the alcohol in his hand, reaching for it. “Oh, thank you! Don’t think I would have been able to reach that anyway.” Your hand extended to grab the bottle, but he held it back and out of your reach.

Ari’s eyes darkened in colour as he stepped forward, and instinctively, you stepped back until you were pressed against the cool brick wall with his towering body hovering over yours, his arm resting above your head. Despite stepping away from him, the stance didn’t phase you. Once again, he was doing it to show off the size difference, and you made sure not to waver with your smile, still beaming up at him.

Ari’s shoulder-length hair fell to shadow his handsome face, and all you wanted to do was run your fingers through the soft strands and brush them behind his ears. Even though he may appear threatening, you trusted Ari with your entire life, and the two of you always seemed to be teetering on the edge of being flirtatious. Still, you’d never have the courage to make a move, mainly because he was your boss.

The giant man studied you for a long moment, inspecting your face to the point you became self-conscious until they lingered on your smiling lips.

“You need to stop smiling at him”, Ari demanded with his voice low and gravely. Your smile finally dropped as you released a choked laugh, causing your shoulders to shake with the force.

“What? Smiling at who?” you asked, dumbfounded. He gestures with his head, nodding towards the stairs and to the bar when it finally dawned on you who he was referring to. Crossing your arms over your chest, you continued, “What? Matt, the guy at the bar? He’s harmless, and didn’t you always tell us that we need to serve our drinks with a smile?” As you teased Ari, you raised onto your tiptoes to lean closer and gloat the broad smile that was back on your face.

He didn’t break, continuing to frown, but now his shoulders were tense. “You need to stop”, he growled, stepping even closer until you could feel the warmth from his chest, “You don’t know what he wants, so stop smiling at him; he’ll get his hopes up”.

“Oh, and you know what he wants, do you? You can’t be upset with me because I’m being nice to a customer, and what makes this smile different to all the others that I’ve given to the others?”. You’d come to the realisation that Ari was most likely jealous, and even though it made your heart pound in your chest and excitement wanting to burst from your smile, you had tried to act like you usually did. Even though seeing him being somewhat possessive and obvious with his feelings made you want to shout it from the rooftop.

“Not. With. Him”, Ari grounds out each word with enough venom that you almost wanted to shrink away.

“Fine”, you say with confidence whilst shrugging your shoulders, “So who am I allowed to smile at then? I like happiness and want to smile at someone who returns it. Who else am I supposed to do it with because you sure as hell don’t smile at me”.

Ari doesn't say anything, so you lift a hand and rest it on his shoulders before tapping with your fingers and resisting the urge to give the muscles that you could feel a good squeeze. “You need to relax a little, Boss, it’s fine. I won’t smile at him, I promise. Now, can I go back to work, please?”

All he does is grunt in answer, giving him a Neanderthal appearance as he holds out the bottle of liquor and moves away from the wall to provide you with room to move past him. Accepting the bottle, you thanked him genuinely before walking back towards the stairs with him only an inch behind.

Returning to the bar, you’d expected him to return to his seat at the end, but he stood behind you, staring at Matt with his arms crossed. You wanted to sigh but thought it best not to poke the bear, as they say, especially when he was so riled up.

Pouring the guy's drink, you passed it to him and stated the price, all without a smile. The customer didn’t look in your direction as he eyed Ari, asking, “What’s his problem?” All you did was shrug in response whilst handing out your hand still for the money. Instead of reading the situation and knowing when to keep his mouth closed, Matt made the mistake of muttering under his breath, “I bet he’s an asshole to work for”.

The money for the drink fell into the centre of your palm just as Ari suddenly was at your back, but you tried to push him back, feeling the heat already burning your face with anger as you pointed towards the door. “Get out”, you demanded confidently.

“What?” Matt shouted, astonished that you’d even say such a thing.

“You heard me; get the fuck out” The adrenaline was deciding your actions as you became increasingly angry at what he’d said about Ari. Slamming the money onto the bar counter, you pointed at the door again for emphasis.

Matt finally snapped, kicking back his stool and slamming his drink on the counter, “Are you fucking joking? I’ve just paid for this drink; I’m not leaving!”

Once again, you weren’t sure logic was in control of your body anymore as you did something so out of character it shocked even Ari. Reaching over the bar, you grabbed the drink and poured it over the guy's head before pointing at the door once more, “You don’t have a drink anymore. I’m not asking again. Get the fuck out of his bar, NOW. You don’t talk about the boss like that”. 

It was a rare day when you truly lost your temper, so the entire bar had quietened by this point and stared in anticipation. Thankfully, even though the guy looked ready to throw his chair at your head, he instead turned and stumbled out of the doors.

As the atmosphere began to return to normal, the realisation of what you’d just done came to you. Your fingers began to tremble as anxiety sat heavy in your stomach as you tried to take a deep, steadying breath.

That burning, warm palm returned to your lower back as Ari dipped his head to whisper into your ear, “My office, now.” Trying to ignore everyone else's stares, you moved past him as he nodded to the other bar staff to cover your area of the bar whilst he followed you out.

You walk, anger still prevalent even with the anxiety worsening as you realise that you’d technically assaulted one of the customers by throwing his drink at him. What if you get reported? What if Ari thinks you’ve gone too far?

You’re nervously chewing on your thumb when you reach his office at the back of the building. You looked around at the scarcely decorated room with a desk, two chairs and closed blinds so that it was only just illuminated by streaks of sunlight but nothing else, so it was dimly lit. Ari hardly ever used this room, which is why you knew you were in trouble, especially needing a private space to reprimand you so no one could hear if he wanted to shout.

Walking into the centre of the room, you jumped on the spot, turning towards the door that had just been slammed closed by your boss. He stalked towards you, head tilted low as he backed you into a wall like in the cellar.

“I’m so fucking done”, Ari seethed, a vein bulging in his temple and tense muscles lining his arms and shoulders.

You were initially unsure what to say, your lower lip trembling as the anger seeped away, and only the nerves remained. “I’m sorry, Ari, I shouldn’t have thrown the drink at him. I don’t know what I was thinking”.

You had lost confidence and lowered your face to look at the carpeted floor, but Ari was quick to grip your chin in his thumb and forefinger and tilt your face so you were looking back into his bearded face. His voice was low and steady as he spoke, “I am so fucking done with this bullshit cat-and-mouse game we have going on”.

This caught you off guard as you blinked away the anxiety, asking, “What?”

Ari dipped his face even lower, and you took a moment to appreciate how big he was and how much lower he had to make himself so that you were face to face. With him this close, you could smell the aftershave he’d sprayed onto his neck this morning, smelling spicy and had your mouth drooling.

“I’m your boss”, Ari interrupted your dirty thoughts, “It’s unprofessional the things that I dream about, but you make it so fucking difficult to remain your boss when you’re smiling all the time. I want to kiss that smile away so you can return to work and stop distracting me. But today, seeing you there shouting at that asshole for me. I can’t stay professional much longer, so here’s your chance. Leave and walk out that door right now, and we’ll never talk about this again, but if you stay”, his eyes lowered from your lips to assess your body in the darkness. “If you stay, I promise you there will be no other thoughts than my name coming out of your pretty little mouth”.

Ari gave you a moment to contemplate and decide. You, however, were not thinking at all, your mind was empty, and the only response was the warming of your cunt, clenching already around nothing as you knew there was no way you were leaving.

Your arms wrapped around his neck before any of your anxiety returned, pulling him down for a heated kiss. Mouths moving with need against the other, causing Ari to moan; actually, MOAN into your mouth as his lips instantly parted and warm tongue brushed against yours. His arms were around your waist, pulling you as close as possible until your breasts were squished against his firm chest.

It felt like your boss was completely surrounding you as his arms expanded over the area of your back, just as firm as his chest, and you could feel the muscles bulging beneath his plaid shirt. Your feet were suddenly off the floor as he lifted you into his arms, your legs securely wrapping around his waist as one of his arms rested beneath your arse as your back connected with the wall again.

He tasted so good, even though it mainly tasted of the beer he’d been drinking; you’ve fantasised about this moment for months. He was just as dominant as you’d predicted, his mouth forcing yours more open to caress his tongue further into your face, almost like he couldn’t reach far enough within and needed to feel every crevice. The hand that wasn’t supporting your weight then moved to your cheek, his long fingers stretching so far they wrapped around the back of your head as he tilted your head slightly to once again attempt to deepen the kiss.

Ari’s jean-covered hips then ground against yours, stoking the fire inside your cunt more. His actions were desperate, wanting to feel every single part of you. It was almost overstimulating to your senses because all you’d managed to do was keep up with the pace of his tongue and lips and stroke your fingers through his hair just as you wanted to do. But Ari, he was all over you, his mouth now exploring your throat, sucking and biting on the areas that made you moan more and send tingles between your thighs.

The sound of clothes ripping then echoed around the office as Ari had become frustrated with the amount of clothes you wore that was stopping his exploration. Your shirt disappeared with a single tear down the middle and then disintegrated onto the floor. Once again, he was showing off his strength, and you really didn’t care, completely and utterly, at this disposal, especially when his mouth was now sucking on your left nipple.

He lapped against the sensitive bud with his tongue flat, then sucked it into his mouth, a tight seal forming with his lips before gently biting with his sharp teeth, causing your back to arch and fingers to grip more firmly into his locks. Ari moved to the other breasts as his fingers then replaced his tongue with the wet breast, pinching and pulling until you were begging for him to touch you there.

Your mewls were not stifled at all, head tipped back and mouth wide open; nothing was filtering your volume, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you were thankful that the bar was so busy that the music and talking would hopefully cover your moans of joy.

“Ari! Please give me more!” Pulling on his slightly damp hair from the sweat, you forced his face away from your breasts so that you could devour his mouth. His hips thrust harder into yours, and even though you were both still clothed, you could feel the hardness waiting for you in his tented jeans.

Tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth,  Ari groaned and asked, “Tell me you want this, one last chance to change your mind”.

“I need this, Ari, don’t stop”.

Your back left the comfort of the wall as he began to carry you over to his desk, holding you up with one arm. The other wiped any objects onto the floor, giving him the area to lie across.

The wooden surface was cool and welcoming as he again started kissing you, both hands cupping your jaw, holding you firmly in place. Lower he moved, down your throat, collar bones and breasts. As he licked over your stomach, he finally reached to undo your jean button. As he kissed lower, he pulled the material down with him, and only when you felt startling bare did you realise that your underwear had been removed as well.

Sitting up onto your elbows, you silky commented, “You’re wearing too many clothes”. You’d wanted to explore his body with your mouth, but he was just so tall and muscular that you weren’t able to reach him even if you sat up entirely on the desk, so with a rush, you pulled on his shirt, attempting to help remove it from his body and then the same with his jeans. You noticed how his muscles were defined as they became revealed; his abs, covered in a sprinkling of hair, had your mouth watering to touch and lick, but you became distracted by what was between his legs.

Ari Levinson was fucking huge. It was definitely the most enormous cock you’d ever been with, and it shouldn’t have surprised you, but it did. His shaft was thick, and a few veins bulged like he had in his temple when mad. The tip was bulbous, glistening in precum and a deeper shade of red than the rest of his cock. Even his balls that rested beneath his length seemed more prominent than usual, and for a fleeting moment, you contemplated if it was even going to fit.

Seemingly reading your mind, Ari grasped the base of his cock that seemed to throb as your eyes moved up and down it, “Don’t worry, Princess, it’ll fit”.

Looking up at him through your lashes, you wanted to tease him a little, so you leaned forward to kiss the tip, your lips becoming salty from his juices. As you licked up the taste, Ari hissed in a breath and pushed against your chest until you were lying lengthways against the desk once more.

As he had been before, Ari manhandled you with ease, lifting one of your legs until it rested on your shoulder. You thought he was going to start fucking you straight away; however, he was just giving his hand a better position. Whilst keeping his eyes on yours, Ari spits a glob directly onto your already-soaked pussy, collecting it with his index finger before pushing it into your cunt. Your back arched into the touch; even his fingers felt thick and made you feel full. He twirled his digit, doing this mostly to stretch and pleasure you. That could be for another time, but right now, he needed to fuck you but respectfully not hurt you either.

One finger turned into two as he added his middle digit, scissoring them both, which made your hole squelch from all of the liquids. One more finger was added, and you felt fuller than ever before. The entrance to your pussy burned slightly from having three of his fingers coaxing you wider, in and out slowly, whilst turning and opening your hole. Your thighs were trembling from the stimulation already, breaths hot and heavy as you gripped the edge of the desk above your head.

How did you even end up in this situation with your boss in his office, customers and staff just outside the door as his fingers pumped into you with expert ease to attempt to fit his cock.

Your leg dropped from his shoulder, but only so he could wrap them both around his waist as he moved closer, a hand next to your head whilst the other gripped the base of his cock as you realised he was finally, at long last, lining up with your throbbing cunt. Reaching you, your fingers dig into his shoulders, gripping him like you’d always dreamed of as his tip slotted to your entrance.

Slowly, he began to push in, and your cries turned desperate. It burned more than the three fingers; his cock was so girthy and thick that you had to concentrate on taking deep breaths to remain relaxed. Inch after inch, he pushed in, and even though the burn didn’t fade immediately, you already loved the sensation of it. It was intense but something only he could provide for you, and with time, your body adjusted, and soon you were trying to rock your hips. Even though he wasn’t even fully penetrated, his tip was pushing into your cervix.

“Ari, you’re so fucking big, Jesus Christ!” your mouth dropped open as high-pitched cries filled the thick, pleasured air.

For one beautiful second, Ari actually chuckled at your desperate reactions, wanting to stay in that moment forever, seeing you laid out beneath him like his own personal platter.

As your warm, gummy walls clenched around his cock did he snap out of his admiration. Still being careful, he moved in and out slowly and held onto your waist tightly to keep you from sliding down the desk with how tightly your cunt was hugging his cock.

Eventually, you became used to it a bit more, which meant that you began to beg for it harder, needing to feel him closer, so he dropped himself down until his lips were next to your ear and his hand around your throat to hold you still.

“You’re mine, do you understand that?” he growled with a promise never to let you go.

That beautiful grin he loved so much was suddenly beaming up at him, your fingers moving to grip the wrist that was golding your throat as you declared, “I’m all yours, Ari Levinson”.

“Fuck, I love that smile”, he admits between thrusts, his eyes unblinking so that he didn’t miss a single twitch of your face as it flooded with pleasure. However, his need to taste you took over once more as he kissed you deeply, groaning and squeezing your throat a little harder but not enough to cut off your air.

The wetness of your pussy leaked over your thighs as his desk wobbled with each thrust. Your entire body felt like it was on fire which all resonated down to your core, feeling it tighten to match the hardening in your gummy walls, suffocating his cock further in its harsh grip. 

“So big, you’re so damn big, Ari, fuck I’m going to cum”, you shouted, pulling on his hair to snap his head back so that you could breathe and shout out between thrusts. He leaned up on his arm to watch your reactions again, from the furrowed eyebrows, eyes wide and pupils blown, the swollen lips that were forming the perfect O shape as you finally came.

Your cunt had been stretched so wide that when you came, you could feel it more in your abdomen than the contractions that usually fluttered through your walls.  The orgasm, therefore, lasted longer because you were overstimulated and confused with the sensation. Still, even though you couldn’t necessarily feel how your pussy squeezed, Ari sure could as he cursed loudly, releasing your neck to slam his hand on the desk as he unexpectedly pulled out just as he began to cum.

Looking between your bodies, you watched in amazement as thick spurts of his seed shot out the end of his cock and coated your stomach. With his cock now resting over your body as he shouted through his orgasm, you could see that if he had been able to fit his entire cock inside of you, it would have reached your navel. It was that big.

As both of your moans quiet to just heavy breathing, your head dropped back onto the desk, arms and legs having no more energy, also collapsed to your side. Thankfully, Ari could see the exhaustion you were experiencing, and once he’d calmed down enough, he found a box of tissues on the floor and gently wiped away the mess he’d created on your stomach.

Peaking open an eye, you looked down your body towards where your boss knelt, “I hope you aren’t expecting me to go back to work.” your voice was thick and croaky as you smiled down at him. His blue eyes flicked up to your tired face as he raised a single eyebrow, midwipe, so you continued, “I don’t think I can walk, and you’ve ripped my shirt”.

Ari smirked, standing up again to throw the tissue into the bin. He looked your body up and down, “You know, you could just wear my shirt”.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’ll go down well with everyone like it wasn’t already obvious that we’ve come in here for a quick fuck”.

His body leans forward, hovering over yours, all bulging muscles and hulking size making you feel small again as he confidently states, “Well, they better get used to it. You’re mine, remember?”.

[mamamittens]

Well Worth the Price +18

Here's my piece for the Boys, Boys, Boys Zine! And once it's been downloaded 569 times, I'll post the 'Unzipped' version from before I trimmed it for the zine.

Sabo X Unknown Man

Warnings: BDSM, Sounding, edging, overstimulation, anal sex, master/pet play, gag, anal toys, and symbian.

Art done by the lovely, lovely, Sabo loving Tiffany over on Twitter

Word Count: 2,815

Tonight wasn’t unlike any other before it. The room Sabo worked in as… an E-boy? Sort of? Had been thoroughly cleaned after his last session. A note on the bed detailing the beginning requirements for the night so Sabo could set up a little before it officially started. Prep himself and his toys if needed.

A returning customer (platinum level, requested title of ‘master’) requests you wear your white shirt.

Sabo felt a stab of elation. It was definitely his favorite customer. And they seem to have purchased new options Sabo hadn’t gotten to use before. Namely, the headphones and use of the motorized anchors above the bed. One on each corner and one in the middle. A pair of thick cuffs dangling from anchors on the end of the bed, but seemingly nowhere else. Interesting.

Sabo considered the array of items neatly organized on the bed.

Some were standard. A sybian with an attached dildo that widened into a bulb at the base with complementary ‘sensory lube’. Sounding rods. But the headset with a blindfold and an O-ring gag… Along with the cuffs?

All of this implied a personal session and Sabo couldn’t be more thrilled.

Then he noticed the note at the very bottom.

Don’t begin final preparation without the customer’s arrival in the accompanying room, they wish to oversee the process before joining.

Sabo pouted a bit at that. He was beginning to wonder if his favorite customer intended to ever reveal themselves. Still, they did pay for a show… Maybe if he gives them a really good one, he’ll finally get to see them properly.

Sabo stowed away his clothes and slipped on the button up shirt, keeping only the middle-most button on. It tended to fall off of him easily when he did this, but that never deterred his customer in the least. His ‘master’ always loved it.

The soft white light dimmed and shifted to a teal blue color. Casting the monochrome room into a slightly disorientating mess for several moments as a darker blue light pulsed steadily, though definitely faster than usual.

Sabo turned towards the mirrored wall and smiled.

“So, are you joining me tonight?” Sabo asked clearly, aware that the microphones in the room would catch his voice even if he whispered.

There was a faint buzz as a carefully moderated voice pitched in. Deep but coy with a distinct cadence to it formed in the way they pronounced their words that couldn’t be disguised as easily.

“All in good time, pet.” They said slowly, almost purring, the lights throbbing slowly between the two colors. “Put on the headphones. I’ll instruct you from there.” Sabo swallowed hard and picked up the device, carefully ensuring it fit comfortably.

The ambient sounds in the room immediately fell away. His heart thundering in his chest and ears as he turned back to the mirror. His own reflection staring back, eyes catching in the lights. Though Sabo knew it wouldn’t remain so for long.

“It’s on.”

“Good.” Sabo jumped, the voice now intimately whispering into his ears and trickling down his spine. “Prep the sybian on the floor and yourself, but don’t sit just yet.”

Sabo nodded, grabbing the lube, and carefully spreading it on the fake, inhuman cock. Already looking forward to it inside him as the lube made his skin tingle. When it gleamed in the lights, Sabo pressed his chest onto the bed and tugged his shirt up high, exposing himself. Fingers gliding between his cheeks, lighting sparks in their path as he teased his ass a little. Putting on a bit of a show as pleased huffs echoed in his ears. Sinking into himself slowly as he tried to relax against the rising tension, gently stretching out his fingers.

He was whining a little, small moans in the back of his throat as his cock dripped precum down his thigh where it burned. The lights pulsed faster as he fought the urge to press deeper and spill onto the floor.

“Stop.” Sabo froze, three fingers spreading himself open as he panted, shuddering as a breeze blew across his back. Abruptly, silk pulled around his eyes, tying behind his head. Deaf and blind to the room, Sabo could only feel as a firm, gloved hand gently pulled his hand free. Pulling him up to sit on the bed with his legs spread. “Finally, I knew it would be worth it to have you like this. Tonight is under my control, so you just have to be good for me, pet.”

Warm gloves gently wrapped around Sabo’s throbbing cock and he whined as the tip of a sounding rod, dripping with lube, was pressed to the tip. It slipped in with a soft gasp as Sabo fought to not grab his mystery customer. But his body still jerked as the thick metal abruptly widened around several bumps until the hooked tip bit into the head of his cock. Now stopped up, he trembled, true release denied him until his customer was satisfied.

“AA-aan~ h-hngh!” Sabo whined, feeling the gentle brush of leather against his thighs, trailing up his partially exposed chest. Something was pressed to his lips and he opened his mouth. Metal sliding into place as he was left to pant, tongue and drool sliding down to his chin. Leather pressing into his mouth as their thumb slipped inside, Sabo wished he could suck it. Tempt them to put something more substantial in his mouth instead.

“There’s those pretty sounds, pet. You know, that’s what drew me to you in the first place? I adore this little act you put on, pretending to be small. But put a little pressure in…” Sabo gagged as the thumb slipped deeper, whining as his tongue was pressed down for their own breath to seep in. “It becomes all too real~”

Their tongue drove into his mouth and Sabo whined, squirming as his head was forced back. Cock grinding against jeans that jostled the rod inside his own cock. And then they were gone, yanking up his arms and turning him around to shove his chest into the bed. Wrists pulled up into the cuffs that ascended until he was sitting up on the floor.

They slipped onto the bed, just between Sabo and the mattress, forcing his head into their lap where a distinct bulge pressed into his wet chin.

“Oh~ How pretty you look~” They crooned, petting his hair. “Arch that cute ass up—just like that, now lean back a bit.” Sabo jerked as the tip of the dildo pressed into his balls. Understanding what they wanted, Sabo leaned back until it caught and began to slip inside him. Pushing him open wider as he rocked back into it, arms just loose enough to brace on the bed.

All the while Sabo panted, drooling into their cock as they unzipped. Hot skin brushing across his face as they adjusted their position to press the soft tip onto his tongue. They grunted and sat up, leaning over him, and forcing their cock deep into his throat as the frame of the mounted dildo was pulled closer, Sabo whining sharply as he was penetrated deeper on both ends. Nose grinding into their pubes and tongue undulating against their cock and balls resting on his chin.

“Easy now, you’ll get it soon enough pet. Just needed to pull this closer.” They ordered sharply, sitting back down and giving Sabo a reprieve as their cock slipped mostly out of his mouth. Only for Sabo to jolt forward as the machine came to life, fucking up into him with slow thrusts. “There we are. What a good boy~ Show me why you’re my favorite pet.”

Sabo drooled onto their cock, sucking it down his throat like that would hide the moans as the dildo fucked him deeper in an unrelenting wave. A hand on the back of his head petting his hair. Pinned in place, he could only take so much of the machine’s cock even though he wanted to lean back for more. But that would mean releasing his master’s cock while they were praising him so well.

“Perfect, pretty pet. Sucking down my cock, you’ve been aching for this, haven’t you?”

“Look at you, drooling and making a mess. Tsk, what a sloppy slut you are—I love it. Choke a bit for me, don’t want you getting bored.”

“Want to hear my favorite noises? What makes me so hard when I see you, pet?”

A symphony of sounds started playing in his ears. Weak, stuttering whines and moans. Choked cries and soft begging. His own voice. Endless clips of himself on the brink. Likely what sounds he’d be making right now if his mouth wasn’t full of their thick, throbbing cock.

“Let me hear more, this is exactly what I paid for.” They hissed, shoving his head back and sending Sabo into the merciless rhythm of the cock behind him as it hilted and pulled free faster. Jerking him around as his hole clenched down sporadically, desperately trying to hold onto the thick mass. All the while Sabo cried out, drool dripping down his chin with every stuttering whine. Their cock brushing across his parted lips and limp tongue every time he was forced forward. “W-Wh-aht a fucking sight you are, p-pet. L-Like a bitch in heat, you want more. Don’t you?”

“A-Aahn~ Ahhs~ A-Ah-hhngh-ggg~ Aahhs ea-aahs ah-sser!” Sabo slurred with great difficulty as he tried to sit back and force it to hilt but the bulge at the base bounced off his ass. Hands pressed into his shoulders, forcing him back against the machine that took him inch by inch. Jerking into him and yanking out ruthlessly, rubbing his prostate with every thrust.

And Sabo kept echoing the desperate whines in his ears. Trying to outdo the moans and cries as he was asked. Anything to have more.

Until the dildo popped into him totally and could only shove him forward as he clenched down. Jerked roughly by the thrusting machine as his balls ached for relief that he belatedly realized wouldn’t come. Couldn’t come with the sounding rod still firmly lodged in his cock.

Sabo wailed, tears beading his lashes as he tried and failed to beg.

Just a pretty pet edged and crying for his master’s cock.

“Good pets ta-ake what they get. Sh-Show me how good you are, slut.” They surged forward and rammed their cock into Sabo’s throat. Pinning him between their crotch, tongue slathering their balls, and the uncaring machine fucking up into him. Both felt so deep inside Sabo he hysterically wondered if they’d touch inside his chest. Tips kissing as they fucked him open like a cocksleeve.

And Sabo’s own whiny voice still echoed in his ears, the only reprieve his master’s voice degrading him and complimenting him in turns.

“Is my pretty boy starting to feel it ache? Is my pet getting overwhelmed with how big it is? Oh, but you can take it. I know you can.”

Sabo whined, gurgling on their cock uselessly as he shuddered, held on the edge and breathless. Echoing whines ringing in his ears, though he couldn’t tell if they were his own or the recordings.

“Tsk, q-quitting already, slut? I thought that pretty, empty head could handle something more challenging than those little toys, but you seem to struggle taking it all in~” They chuckled darkly. “Just a poor little slut t-trying to be good, huh?” The cock throbbed and bulged on his tongue, their body jolting from the pleasure harshly.

There was a hiss and Sabo choked at the influx of hot cum down his throat that spilled out from his lips. Spurting out over his face as he gagged, the machine went faster with no sign of relief.

Fingers clenched in his hair as he struggled to breathe between the violent waves of denied orgasms as salty-sweet cum drenched his lips.

Finally, his master’s cock slipped free and Sabo gargled for air. Swallowing messily as more cum and spit pooled down.

“What a sloppy mess you are, pet. All that pedigree wasted because you’re too much of a slut to swallow properly. What do you have to say for yourself?” The gag was released and Sabo didn’t even try to lick his lips to clean the mess.

“M-Master~! Master, p-please~! I-I’m g-gooood~ S-Such a g-good p-pet, please~!” Sabo nearly wept, stuttering, and slurring his speech as he was jerked violently by the machine and cock.

“Oh, I love it when you beg, pretty boy~” Sabo wailed as his cock was grabbed and stroked gently, the sounding rod pulled free with every slow pump. And he came with a shuddering cry the moment it was out. Wet leather scooping up the mess on his face and sliding it into his mouth which he gladly suckled the salty slick, the machine finally slowing to a stop. “I’m such a good master, aren’t I? Taking care of such a messy pet~ I’m going to ruin that cute ass with a real cock and you’ll love every minute, won’t you~?”

“Y-Yes! I-I’ll love every inch, o-oooh~! Pl-ease, master~!” Sabo sighed, ears ringing now with his cries as he climaxed many times before. “I-I sound so pathetic, i-is this really what I sound like?” Sabo whined in disbelief as a particularly reedy cry rang out.

Lips softly descended onto his, licking his puffy lips and tongue.

“Absolutely fucking pathetic, pet. And I’m going to make you even more pathetic.” They chuckled, gripping his cheeks until his tongue rolled out. A heavy drop of spit pooling and dripping down his chin. “Can my pathetic pet keep making those pretty sounds for his master?”

Sabo swallowed hard and nodded furiously, licking his lips and brushing his tongue across his master’s. Whining into their mouth as the headphones looped back to pathetic moans.

“Y-Yes! I-I can make so many pathetic sounds for you, master~!” Sabo swore. There was a mechanical whirring and he was pulled up from the floor, arms stretched wide as he reflexively clenched onto the chains. His toes lifted off the floor as he scrambled to press his knees into the mattress, only to be raised higher.

It only stopped when he was kneeling on top of the mattress, front pressed against a clothed chest as they adjusted their position.

[SPOT ART HERE]

“Look at you, strung up like a needy bitch. I’m only getting started, pet.” They crooned, leather gloves grasping his ass and spreading them apart. “I considered this for hours, you know. How you’d finally earn your collar. The only thing you’d need to wear for me from now on. Remember, good pets don’t need anything but their master’s cock.”

Their hands slid over his waist and to his cock. Stroking it delicately, teasing his balls in their palm as they kissed down his stomach.

Sabo knew what was coming before it happened, already whining in protest as they drooled onto his cock.

“M-Master please, n-not again!” Sabo protested, attempting to squirm fruitlessly.

The cold metal of another sounding rod pressed to the tip. Forcing open his urethra in a gradual slide until it tapered off to the blunt cap that pressed over the head. Leather wrapped under his balls and a hood strapped into place over his cock. Keeping the cap of the sounding rod in place by force.

Wet lips kissed Sabo’s lower stomach, the muscles flinching as a hot chuckle breathed over his damp skin.

“Oh? Aren’t you going to be a good boy for me? Good boys don’t complain, pet. They get punished.” They sneered into Sabo’s ears.

“I-I’m sorry ma-ah~!—ster~!” Sabo quickly apologized.

“Hmmmm… I don’t believe you.” Sabo’s eyes watered as he trembled, feeling the warmth of his master leave him. The gag returned as they pulled out his tongue with a firm grip. Licking into his open mouth as they pulled back his hair. Looming over him and spitting onto his tongue. “Oh, what to do, pet? A disobedient slut needs to be punished. I should put that mouth to use, but that means missing out on those pathetic noises you make. At this rate you’ll never earn my cock, let alone a collar.”

Sabo choked out a sputtering whine, swallowing down the thick mixture of spit. It had never occurred to him that his master would want to collar him. But the prospect of being rewarded sent him spiraling. It had only just been brought up but at this point, Sabo would do filthy things to be collared by his master. Whatever it took to be theirs and all that entailed. Acting—no—being a pathetic slut was a small price to pay for his favorite customer’s praise and attention.

At this point, Sabo would do anything to be their good boy—their collared pet.

[tea-moon-ster]

The Prince and his Frogs

This is so random bc I haven't seen The Princess and the Frog in years. But Leo Knut loves that movie and I will die on this hill. It has New Orleans, a kitchen lover and a dream unlikely to be true (and in Coast to Coast Leo reveals he was dead set on hiding his sexuality for his whole career. But!!! Look at him go!!! Two whole boyfriends!!!)

So here you have it, Leo being emotional about some Disney movie and Lo and Finn being the bestest boyfriends. Enjoy.

When Leo gets a package from home, memories from his childhood arise. Especially from an old stuffed animal. Turns out, life did grant his one wish.

this universe and characters belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove

It was an understatement to say that, for Leo, coming to Gryffindor, had been an adjustment. Everything was different from his home, and even if the first few months had been the hardest, even now, three years into the NHL, he found he still missed home. He missed his mother's cooking and his father falling asleep on his armchair while the match was on TV, but insisting he was list’in’. And in October, when the days became shorter and the weather harsher, he missed the mild, humid heat of Louisiana, that would last well into December.

He tried not to make a big deal out of it, but he felt a pang in his chest every time something reminded him of home. Finn and Logan were supportive as hell, and would listen to him whenever it became a little too much. But that, too, stung: Finn and Logan hadn’t felt homesick as he did when they’d begun their career. Before Gryff, they’d been to college; also, the weather wasn’t too different from their homeplaces, and they weren’t as far as he was from his parents. Leo wouldn’t admit it, but being an only child, and hence having been at the center of his parents’ attention for his whole life, made it all harder.

For all these reasons, Leo did a little wiggly dance as he placed the just-arrived package, full of tape and with his mother elegant handwriting on the side, on the kitchen table. He was smiling maniacally. Sometimes his parents would send a package from home, with some of his old things and others he couldn’t find there. He found it helped a bit with homesickness, and he had been waiting for the doorbell to ring since, a week prior, his father had sent him a blurry picture of the post office in NOLA with too many smiling emojis and thumbs up.

“There it is.”

Leo smiled at Logan, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, smiling softy at him. Finn appeared a moment later, his reading glasses still on and yawning as he stretched. He also noticed the box and smiled.

“Is it time for another episode of Peanut unpacking Packs? Butter unboxing Boxes?”

“Seems like it” Leo replied while cutting the huge amount of tape with a knife. He had to turn the box around a few times to open it and huffed. “Is it me or this is bigger than the last ones?” Logan nodded, hands on his hips and studying the package.

“Eloise and Wyatt really don’t mess around” Finn stated with a low, impressed whistle, stepping closer.

“That thing is as big as me,” said Logan.

A smirk appeared on Finn’s face. “Baby, I wouldn’t say as big as you. Maybe you wanna try, shmol, as you, -”

“Vas te faire.”

“Dunno, guys, mama just said that there were a few things that maybe I’d like here with me”, Leo interrupted the bickering. He felt a shiver thinking of his parents strolling around his room, looking for things to send. What if they had found compromising things? Gosh, had they hidden the lube from last summer?

“Okay, so, unboxing blog. Get it, butter.” Logan and Finn took place on the kitchen counter, smiling at him and waiting for their own personal show to begin. Leo smiled back, his heart racing at his boyfriends, always so supportive and excited about the things that he loved. He really had hit the jackpot. He opened the box and started grabbing the closest things. He cleared his throat dramatically and started the review.

“Starting strong, a few mixes of spices from the local market.” Oh yes, that he missed. He meticulously read the labels, nodding approvingly as he placed them on the table.

“Because Walmart doesn’t have paprika” Logan commented.

“It’s different and you know it!”

Finn laughed. “Go on!”

“Aw, my Nana’s recipe book. Definitely gonna try it out this week.” He hid a smug smile as his boys threw fists in the air.

He continued to empty the box: a few of his old sweaters (“Dibs!”), woolen socks his aunt had knitted him for the winter, a few books he remembered on the bedside table in his old room. At some point, he couldn’t hear Finn constant commentary anymore, and lifted his head to find the redhead wiggling into one of his old, washed-out high school’s sweaters from the box, and his nose deep into one of the new novels. He lifted an unimpressed eyebrow and Finn smiled shamelessly.

Logan huffed, muttering nerd under his breath, and jumped off the counter to join Leo by his side, a careless hand going to the small of the blonde’s back in slow strokes. He used his free hand to explore the rest of the package with him, taking out small jars of peppers. He furrowed his brows as he touched something soft at the bottom of the box. “Soleil, what’s this?”

“Let’s see what we have here…oh.” Logan handed him an old stuffed animal. It was his favorite toy from his childhood, his frog Naveen. Leo smiled at the memory. “Oh God.”

His reaction had attired Finn’s attention again, and Leo heard him jumping off the table, and then a chin leaning on his shoulder, as a pair of arms circled his hips.

“It’s a…ah, ils s’appelent comment…” Logan muttered, looking at the green frog intensely, brows in a knot as he looked for the proper word in English. He looked at Leo expectantly. “Le peluche?”

“Stuffed animal, sweetheart” Leo smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to Logan’s temple as he repeated to himself the words three times, to memorize them. Leo found it unbearably cute.

“Le peloosh” Finn affirmed, nodding solemnly from his spot on Leo’s shoulder, and making Logan snort. Leo felt the boy behind him stumble a bit, and realized he was on his tip toes. He shook his head, smiling, and gently turned to welcome the redhead in a proper hug.

“Almost, honey”, he said, and Finn’s smile was sweet like his nickname. Leo had to press their noses together. He heard a huff coming from Logan, who was staring at them with big eyes, shaking his head.

“Mon dieu, trop mignons.”

“Mon Dew, trop-”

Logan quickly pressed a hand to the redhead’s mouth, making Leo laugh. “Non, rouge.” Finn pouted, earning a smooch from both his boys. He then grabbed one of the long, almost empty legs of the frog and studied it with a raised eyebrow.

“So, who’s this little guy?”

“This, y’all, is the beginning of my gay awakening.”

“A frog?” they asked simultaneously.

Leo nodded. “His name is Naveen, and he was my frog prince.” He smiled, studying the old stuffed frog, long limbs and small stitches here and there from all the years of playdates.

Logan nodded, making a small ‘oh’ sound. “Mais ouais, the Disney movie. Katie loves it, I lost count of how many times I’ve watched it.” He smiled, observing the toy for a few seconds, before a light flickered in his eyes. “Un moment-”

Leo laughed, nodding. “Yes, yes, I know.”

“It’s perfect for you!”

Leo continued snickering as Logan put the pieces together. Finn was watching them in bewilderment, eyes going back and forth like while watching a tennis game. “Oh, yes, yes. I totally see it” Logan smiled, taking one of the worn out, emptied limbs of the animal. Finn blinked.

“Guys?”

“Oh, come on Fish. The Princess and the Frog. You’ve seen it.”

“Uhm, no? Why would I? I don’t have sisters, I didn’t babysit, I was probably a teen when it came out, there’s literally no reason I would’ve watched a Disney princess movie when I was...what, thirteen?”

Leo smiled. “Well, I was eight when it came out, and I was obsessed. I think I loved it so much because the story was hit so close home, you know? Tiana lives in New Orleans, loves to cook, has a big dream, and nobody believes in it because she’s different…I dunno, I just related so much. Oh, and the prince was so hot. Totally an ol’ crush of mine.”

He saw Logan nod firmly, as Finn stole his phone from the back pocket of Leo’s jeans to look at the plot on Wikipedia. He read a few lines, and then started nodding with Logan. “Oh, yes, I see it now. Totally something you’d love, butter.” He was now scrolling pictures from the movie on google.

“Right? And…Tiana, she’d look up at the night sky, and wish for her dreams to come true to the evening-”

“Star.” Logan breathed. “Peanut…”

Leo smiled sheepishly, lifting a shoulder. “Yeah, the stars. I guess I’ve always watched the night sky, but that’s why I love them.” He watched Finn’s eyes shoot up to him and soften, and brought their foreheads together, while circling Logan’s waist with the arm not around the redhead. He felt Logan’s temple on his shoulder and held them tighter. “And I found my two princes, that brought me the stars. And so much more.” He heard a small sniffle coming from Finn, and knew they were both remembering their talk on the balcony from what felt like years ago.

“Bringing the stars to me, eh?”

“I’d get you some real ones if I could.”

“Finn” he whispered, looking for his eyes. “So much more. I couldn’t ask for anything else. You both make me so fucking happy.” He could feel warm tears forming in his eyes. His hand lifted Finn’s chin for a chaste kiss, before his boy dove in for a deeper, passionate one. He could feel Logan’s smile against his shoulder and let out a watery laugh at his luck.

Sometimes life does feel like a Disney movie.

Later than night, Leo scooted closer between his boys on the old couch, as Logan handed them their take-out dinner and Finn pressed play on the remote. He sighed happily at the music of the Disney intro, and smiled to himself. Finn’s eyes were focused on the screen, his mouth half open, while Logan blew softly on his ramen, balancing the bowl between his legs so he could hold Leo’s hand. The old frog Naveen sat close to his chest, and Leo thanked the evening star for granting his wish.

[tamayosclinic]

58, 65 & 89 with virgin!Giyuu + male!reader please! Thank you! Congrats! - 🦇

"No one's ever touched me like this, fuck." "I know, baby, I know. I'm right here, just breathe." "Your thighs are shaking so much." | Virgin!Giyuu x M!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, MINORS DNI, Anal sex, Humping, Masturbation, Lubrication, Cumshot

Author's Note(s): Double post today. I could be wrong but I believe this is my first time doing smut for a m!reader. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 589

100+ Followers Event [Closed]

Giyuu’s breathing wavered as (Y/n) grinds his cock against his own. “Awe~. You have stopped total concentration breathing, baby.” (Y/n) grinned victoriously. He had given his boyfriend a little challenge to maintain total concentration constant.

“I know. It just,” Giyuu grunted, straining to regain his concentration. “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” He squeaked when (Y/n) gave his ass a squeeze—making him lose his concentration again.

“Oh, so I will be your first,” (Y/n) professed, earning a shy nod from Giyuu. “You poor thing. Good thing we are about to change that.”

They parted from Giyuu and snickered as they heard him whimper for their return. The need for friction drove Giyuu to start pumping his cock. He paid no attention to (Y/n) searching through the drawers for whatever he deemed essential enough to leave his boyfriend in bed.

“Did I say you can touch yourself?” (Y/n) chided, earning a cheeky grin from Giyuu. He pumped his cock faster and moaned loudly. “I guess you won’t be getting your present then.” The speed at which Giyuu stopped made (Y/n) chuckle. “Good boy. Just hang tight.”

Giyuu drummed his fingers on his cock to keep some momentum going as (Y/n) searched the last draw. His face visibly lit up when he found what he was looking for and pulled out a bottle of lube to show off.

“That’s it?” Giyuu queried, and (Y/n) chuckled once again at his obliviousness. He sauntered back to the bed with the bottle in hand before opening the tap.

“There is more to it than just a bottle. Come here and spread your legs,” (Y/n) motioned Giyuu to the edge of the bed as he dabbed some of the lube onto his fingers. Giyuu did as he was told with anticipation. He flinched as (Y/n) smeared the cold liquid on and around his ass.

He groaned when (Y/n) inserted two fingers and pumped them.

“Does that feel good?” (Y/n) asked in a husky whisper, earning a nod from Giyuu. “Don’t get used to it. That’s not the main event.” He pulled his fingers out as he said that last part. To Giyuu’s credit, he did not whimper, unlike the first time.

“Get to it then,” Giyuu begged.

“With pleasure.” (Y/n) poured a morsel of lube on the head of his cock. The slicker, the better; he knew that. Laying on top of Giyuu and positioning his cock at his entrance, he plunged in after a warning.

Giyuu held his breath momentarily and threw his head back as he exhaled. Even with (Y/n)’s warning, he had not mentally prepared enough for the stretch. The pain was short-lived, however, courtesy of the lube. But still…

“Oh (Y/n), your so big.” He heaved, clutching onto (Y/n).

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” (Y/n) waited for him to catch his breath before starting to thrust.

Moans and groans of pleasure echoed through the room. Giyuu reached for his cock in his lustful daze and waited for (Y/n)’s permission before he started jerking off. He became a shaky mess at all the stimulation. A knot formed in his stomach.

“I’m close!”

“I know,” (Y/n)’s grunted and picked up the pace of his thrusts. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

A few more deep thrusts and a string of Giyuu’s seed were ejected onto his stomach. (Y/n) marveled at the sight as he chased his own climax. Filling Giyuu with his seed before pulling out, (Y/n) leaned forward and licked Giyuu’s own seed clean off.

[bowiebond]

No cus imagine it; Billy and Jonathan messing around only after Billy realizes Jonathan is into pain. And blood.

How do you think that would go

CW: Child Abuse, rough sex, knifeplay, little to no prep, switch sub/dom and vers couple

Mmmmm a very nice thought. I feel like Billy would teeter on the edge of apprehension of laying his hands on Jonathan but at the same time, he’s got so much anger. So much tension. It feels good sometimes to squeeze and shove and hit. There’s a fine line between being his own father and Jonathan’s.

It’s tiptoeing around glass but it makes it all that more exciting when he pulls Jonathan’s hair and forces his cock down his throat as he gags and chokes, when he’s shoving Jonathan over his desk and pounding him with just barely enough lube not to chaff his own dick as Jonathan mewls at the burn, the painful stretch.

It takes Billy a while to really get bloody, to get truly cruel, but when he does it’s worth it because Jonathan leaks and moans like a slut when Billy grabs the back of his hair and smashes his face into the wall in his frustration at Jonathan’s attitude, blood spilling down his upper lip, hot and metallic on his tongue as Billy practically tears his pants down his thighs.

Except Jonathan’s not into pain and blood just for himself. He likes to inflict it on Billy too, but it’s different. Where Billy’s touch is brute strength, rough and quick, Jonathan likes to get Billy pliant under him first, maybe tied up in ropes before he’s flicking open a switchblade and teasing the tanned flesh with it. Barely nicks him when he first tries it, easing Billy into the heart pounding activity. Jonathan can feel him hard under his ass after just a few minutes and it’s dizzying to watch the blade glint in the low light, to see pink nicks where he caught him.

Within a few months he’s able to fuck/ride Billy into a pliant subspace, hands not even needing to be bound because he good like that, a very good boy who puts his hands above his head and doesn’t even pull them down when Jonathan drags the tip of the switchblade along the sensitive skin of his tricep.

When he cuts deep enough for the cuts to bead, welling with blood, he nearly cums untouched, carving words in, pretty designs that Billy would one day cover with tattoos if they fell apart but for now, Billy is all in and sees no out because he doesn’t desire one.

He’s quiet comfortable beneath Jonathan and his intricate hands. They cause him pain, but it’s sharp and quick and only stings a bit beneath bandaids the next day; so different from aching bruises and splits that reopened again and again. It sinks him deep into the fuzzy, empty space in his head, just like it does for Jonathan when he shoves two fingers down his throat and fucks him so hard there’s streaks of pink along his cock and tears running down his face to connect with the drool slipping down the swell of his Adam’s apple.

Their sex life is painful to most; but their life has been even more so, and at least this way, it feels good and safe. They have choice here, and they choose to hurt each other and clean the damage unlike their fathers.

[starryhyuck]

mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

[quindolyn]

Can I have a 🦦 for James where the reader has big uh... tatas and he tries titty fucking for the first time

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE! 2/5 of my James baby blurbs for today!

Warnings: slight body insecurity, focused on boobs, all boobs are gorgeous, you’re gorgeous, I love you. Degradtion because I’m a whore and you all are too

Word Count: 837

You’d always had bigger breasts, one’s that swayed a little bit more when you walked, sagged a little bit more than you would’ve liked, with stretch marks decorating the sides, extending from the base of your underarms and darted down the sides of your breasts in intricate patterns. 

It was because of these things that you tended to be a bit insecure about them, trying to find bras that made them look smaller, doing exercises to tone your chest so that maybe they sagged a bit less, and trying out cream after cream that would lighten your scratch marks but nothing worked and you felt worse and worse about them until you started dating James and he couldn’t keep his hands off of them.

He was fascinated with their weight, the way they felt in his hands, their softness as he squeezed them in his hands, the way you looked topless when you were walking around, sitting down, lying down. James Potter was absolutely enamored with them and he simply couldn’t find it within himself to be embarrassed about the way he ogled them.

You were never uncomfortable under his gaze but you had to admit, it was a novel feeling, having someone love something that you had always wished were just a little different, though never unpleasant. 

James was far more observant than anyone ever gave him credit for, he noticed the baggier tops you tried to wear, the way you always wore a bra, and when you went braless your tops went from a little oversized engulfing your body. It hurt him, to know that you didn’t see how beautiful you were, and it was then that he made it his mission to help you feel comfortable in your body.

After dating for months and easing you into the idea you’d finally agreed to let James, for lack of more eloquent words, fuck your tits. Surprisingly you weren’t as nervous as you’d thought you would be as you laid on your back, cupping your boobs in your hands and pushing them slightly together as your boyfriend straddled your waist, pumping his cock in his hand. 

You watched, mesmerized as the brilliant red tip was hidden by his hand as it moved up and down his length and then reemerged. 

“You gonna have to push ‘em together a little more than that Princess,” James smiled down at you, letting go of his cock, allowing it to rest against his thigh as he placed his hands over yours, guiding them and your breasts to his desired position before returning his hand to his aching member.

“There we go,” James groaned looking down at you, his usual demure little Princess a horny mess for him with her tits pushed together, looking like a whore ready to be used, “There’s my good girl.”

James spat into his hand to pump his cock a few more times before guiding it between the valley of your previously lubed breasts.

You’d always been sensitive before, on the skin between your boobs but the feeling of James pushing his cock between your tits was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. It brought you no direct pleasure as he worked his prick between your soft mounds but the feeling of his member brushing under your chin as he thrusted had you bending your head down and opening your mouth so that you could lick at the beads of precum that glistened on his head.

Your eyes darted back and forth between his beautiful dick, veiny and thick disappearing between your tits and his face, scrunched up in pleasure as his eyes were glued to your boobs and his cock. 

“Fuck,” He swore, picking up his pace as he thrust faster and faster, “Such pretty titties baby, make my cock feel so good. They’re so soft, s’like fucking your actual cunt except I get to see it happen.”

You tried to conceal your moan at his words but it just ended up coming out more like a moan as you tried to control yourself from bucking your hips into the air. 

“You like it, don’t you baby?” James smiled down at you, the hand not directing his cock in between your tits reaching to brush the hair out of your face so that he could better see it in all of its flushed glory. 

“Uh huh,” You nodded your head, slowly losing your battle not to thrust your hips up to meet nothing but air.

“Only dirty sluts like getting their tits fucked,” James smirked, somehow picking up pace, “Are you my dirty slut Princess?”

You whined out at the degradation, lulling your head to the side so that you wouldn’t have to look James in the eye. 

“Come on baby girl, that’s not nice, you look at someone when they’re talking to you. Now answer my question,” With a gentle but firm hand James guided your visage back to face him, “Are you my dirty slut?”

“Yes Daddy,” You admitted, “I’m your dirty slut.”

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[fandom-puff]

All Day Long

Relationship: Remus x Sirius x Reader (marauders era)

Requested by: anon

‘RemusxReaderxSirius set during their time at hogwarts where they both tease her during the whole day until shes begging them to ruin her?’

Notes: this is only the second time I’ve written remus x reader x Sirius so hope you enjoy!

Warnings: threesome (in an established polyamorous relationship) teasing, edging, use of toys, choking, Dom/sub dynamic (including degradation), double penetration, swearing.

****

Smiling to yourself, you waited in the entrance hall for your boys, all bundled up and ready for hogsmeade, dressed in one of Sirius’s quidditch jerseys and Remus’s scarf. Once you caught sight of them, you hurried over, easily slotting yourself in the middle of them. “Ready to go?” You asked brightly, but Sirius grabbed hold over your elbow, leaning down.

“Before we get going, Remus and I have some rules for you, okay, pup?” You bit your lip, only just clicking onto the dark look in Sirius’s eyes, nodding quickly.

“You’re not to come until we say so, and that will be when we’re back at the castle,” Remus murmured and you nodded again. “Verbal answers, darling,”

“I’m okay with that,” you said softly, eyes flicking between them both.

“Good girl. We will of course, be making it a bit trickier for you, but I’m sure you’ll manage,” Sirius said, before clapping his hands together. “Right then my lovelies, I do believe we need to make a quick visit to Zonko’s,”

***

This was a bad idea. When Sirius said they’d make it ‘a bit trickier’, what he really meant was they’d make it ‘a lot trickier’- damn near impossible. It all started out relatively moderate, with Sirius just resting his hand on your bum while he looked at the displays, giving it the occasional squeeze or pat which went unnoticed by the bustling crowds.

Then Remus flicked his wand and muttered something under his breath and-

You gasped aloud, quickly covering your noise with a gasp. Remus had clearly been practicing his vanishing charms- a vibrator had appeared in your underwear, already in position with part of it inside you, the other part on your clit. He must’ve been hiding it in his pocket, waiting for the right moment. To your relief, the toy didn’t start buzzing straight away, but the knowledge that it was there (and completely out of your control) turned you on. Composing yourself, you waited for Sirius to pay, before the boys guided you to Honeydukes.

As you were browsing the newest range of sweets, remus flicked his wand again, and the toy began buzzing ever so gently, not nearly enough to stimulate you properly, but enough to get you considerably more riled up. You glared at him over your shoulder as you picked out your sweets, before taking them to the till. Just as the lady asked how your day had been, remus changed the setting of the vibe, to a strong pulsing sensation as you hurriedly gave your answer, your knees trembling. The woman talked and talked as she bagged your items and Remus only increased the settings more, smirking with Sirius as he watched you try to remain upright. When the woman finally handed you your purchases, you stumbled over to your boys, biting your lip hard.

“Please,” you whispered desperately. “I’m so close,”

Sirius grinned and steered you out of the shop, an arm around your waist as you stumbled. “That right, pup? Gonna cum from a toy in your knickers, eh?”

You nodded quickly, gripping his hand until... the vibe switched off completely. You looked up to remus now, who was smirking and tutting. “Remember thd rules darling?” He said, almost condescendingly, before leaning down to kiss your cheek. As he pulled away, he muttered “we will not allow you to cum in the middle of the street like a little slut,”

You squeaked in response and nodded before slipping each of your hands into one of theirs. “Do you want to go home, sweetheart?” Remus said gently after a brief bit of wondering- through which he and Sirius had took turns controlling the vibe, bringing you to the edge and dragging you away every few minutes.

“Yes please,” you mumbled, nodding eagerly and looking up at both of them pleasingly. “Please can we go back,”

“Awww, what’s wrong, pet, are you desperate for us? Desperate for us to completely ruin your sweet cunt?” You shivered at Sirius’s crass words but nodded nonetheless, and the three of you began a rather hurried walk back to the castle.

***

Door firmly locked to avoid any unwanted visitors (unlikely, as James, lily and Peter were still in honeydukes while you had been walking back), you were being showered in kisses, pinned against the wall by Sirius as remus transfigured his bed to be a little wider to fit all three of you. When he was finally, finally done, Sirius pulled you over, and you eagerly tossed your coat and scarf aside before remus came up behind you, pressed firmly against your back, grinding his stiff cock against your arse as he switched the vibe on. Sirius grinned, tossing your jumper aside and magicking your jeans away- it seemed he too was getting rather impatient. Remus smirked, unclasping and discarding your bra, until you were bare (save for your knickers as they were holding the toy in place) before them.

“Fuck, princess, you look so good,” remus breathed, kissing your shoulder as your hips rocked in thin air. You whimpered, grabbing at Sirius, who had been gently stroking and pinching your nipples. He smirked slightly.

“What’re you after pup?” He smirked and your eyelids fluttered.

“Your mouth, please, Sirius, on my tits, please,” you begged, pushing your chest out to him and your bum back into remus. Sirius happily complied, suckling gently on one nipple, continuing to fondle the other with his hand. Remus groaned lowly, feeling you squirm back against his cock, and he grunted, trailing his hand up to your throat. You whimpered softly, tipping your head back and resting it against remus’s shoulder. Just as he applied pressure, he flicked his wand, putting the toy on the maximum setting. You keened, the sound a little broken due to the hand around your throat, your eyes wide. “Please!” You whined. “Please, I’m so close, let me cum, remus, please Sirius, please!” You babbled, unable to stop your wriggling hips and trembling thighs.

Sirius released your nipple with a pop and looked over your shoulder at remus, smirking. “I don’t know... what D’you reckon, Moony?” He smirked, and you whimpered, whole body shaking with effort.

“Don’t be cruel, Pads,” remus grinned, holding you up. “I think our girl deserves to come, don’t you? She has behaved exceptionally well, given the circumstances,”

You moaned softly. Pair of utter bastards, dragging this out as long as they could. You dug your nails into Sirius’s arm, whimpering pathetically. Sirius hummed. “Fine. Cum for us, pup,”

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Shaking, screaming and writhing like mad, you came, your hips bucking wildly, hands scrambling to hold onto them both as Remus held you up from behind and Sirius held the toy in place in case you dislodged it.

Moaning lowly, you reached your hand down, the buzzing toy becoming too much. Sirius grinned and removed your knickers and the toy, holding it up to show you as remus pulled you into his lap, shushing you gently. “Look at that, Moons,” Sirius grinned. “Look how wet she made this. Look at the mess you left all over this, puppy,” you whined at his teasing and hid your face in remus’s shoulder. Sirius smiled and came closer.

“We’re both very proud of you, babygirl, you followed the rules so well,” you nodded in response, biting your lip hard. Despite having jusg come, you wanted more, much more, and wriggled your hips absentmindedly, grinding on remus’s cock, while staring at the considerable bulge in Sirius’s jeans.

“What’s up, darling?” Remus cooed. You mumbled into his neck but he lifted your chin. “Use your words,” he instructed and you gulped.

“I-I want your cocks,” you said, trying not to hide your face. “T-together. At the same time,”

Sirius and Remus locked eyes for a moment, both of them inhaling sharply as they felt something primal deep inside. “Do you want one of us in your sweet little cunt, princess?” Remus murmured in your ear.

“And the other in your tight little arse?” Sirius smirked, already reaching for his wand. You gulped and nodded quickly.

“Yes please,” you said eagerly, already scrambling to kneel up. Remus laughed gently.

“Steady on love. C’mere,” he beckoned you to lie on your side, crooking his finger at Sirius to lie facing you.

“Sirius is going to fuck your pussy, aren’t you, Sirius,”

“Hmm,” Sirius grinned, very thankful that magic made undressing so much quicker. You bit your lip hard and palmed his cock as you reached up for a gentle kiss. Sirius soon knocked your hand away, guiding his cock into your dripping cunt. You let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being adequately filled after a day of being on edge.

“There’s a Good pup,” Sirius grunted, grasping your thigh and slinging it over his hip, pulling you closer and fucking you deeper. You let out a whimper, burying your face in his chest as you rocked your hips.

Remus smirked at his two lovers trying (and failing) to hold back. He cleared his throat, pushing your hair out of the way so he could kiss the back of your neck. “I’m going to use a spell to prep your little arsehole, darling,” he murmured into your ear and you nodded eagerly, moaning ‘please’. Remus mumbled something and you squirmed, tensing up and making Sirius groan slightly. Your arse was sufficiently lubed up and, as remus rolled a condom on and pressed the blunt head of his cock to your hole, adequately stretched. He hissed as you clenched slightly, before pushing back against him, taking more and more of him until his was fully inside you.

Both of your boys stopped for a moment, letting you squirm and adjust and get comfortable once more, before you looked up at them frantically. “Please move!” You begged, trying to push back into Remus and forward into Sirius to urge them to move.

“You want us to fuck you, pup?” Sirius groaned. “Want us to pound your holes until you scream?” You nodded desperately, wriggling, squirming.

“Good girl,” remus groaned, grasping onto your hip as he began a slow steady pace. It was a heavy contrast from the brutal rate at which Sirius was fucking your pussy, and your head swam with the sensation. You were just so damn full and you were loving every second of it, a garbled, barely coherent mix of names and curses and praises spilling from your mouth.

Remus grunted and reached over you, pulling on Sirius’s hair, smirking as he growled. “Fucking hell,” Sirius groaned, his eyes rolling back. “So tight, puppy, can feel you squeezing mine and Remus’s cocks,” he praised you and you whined out.

“Please more, please, faster, please!” You whined, arching your back. Sirius and Remus nodded at one another before stopping briefly. You were about to complain, but they began thrusting into you, in sync. While previously they had alternated, reducing you to a whimpering mess, this change of pace had you screaming in ecstasy, the double penetration nigh on doubling your pleasure. “Gonna come!” You moaned out, every muscle in your body tensing before the band snapped and you shattered, coming with lustful cries of their names. Remus groaned, tipping his head back, cock twitching inside of you as he came, and Sirius followed soon after with a shout.

Limp, spent and almost asleep, you withered, trembling with the aftershocks. Groaning, Sirius kissed you hard, praising you, before remus tilted your head for an equally passionate kiss. “Was amazin’” you slurred, well and truly worn out. Remus laughed softly, using magic to clean you all off, summoning a goblet and filling it with water.

“Drink, both of you,” he ordered gently, and you were both happy to comply, as once you had finished, Sirius tugged the blanket over you all, snuggling under the covers with you. You turned to nuzzle into Remus’s chest as Sirius did the same to your back, his arms coming around your waist. You smiled softly as you all exchanged mumbled ‘I love you’s, slipping off into a much needed sleep.

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[binaryeclipse]

Obikin smut warm-up I wrote a few days ago, this time with rimming and overstimulation. I'm trying to get back into writing but it's been hard so I've just been writing little one-offs as practice.

Obi-Wan's mouth was a special kind of torment forged from too much bliss.

Anakin pulled the pillow he was hugging closer, pressing his face into its softness as he moaned shakily, oversensitive. His thighs trembled, still weak from the orgasm Obi-Wan had fucked out of him with the precision of intimate experience and the vigour of a month apart. The only thing keeping his hips aloft were the rest of their bed's pillows his Master had stacked lovingly beneath them before he began to eat Anakin alive.

Anakin gasped when Obi-Wan had pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his used hole to the warm air of the room. The stretch of his skin ached deliciously, rubbed raw from the vigorous pounding and yet still somehow needing more. Obi-Wan blew cool air over the small gape, the smear of lube and his own spend cooling the skin faster, a balm for the burn of the previous stretch he had begged mindlessly for and Obi-Wan had dutifully delivered with singled minded devotion. Anakin couldn't arch into the sensation as he wanted, limbs possessed with liquid lassitude from his second orgasm of the evening and he mewled helplessly. Obi-Wan chuckled, dark and sweet.

"Just lay there, darling, take what I give you."

Obi-Wan's breath was warm, hot, sizzling over Anakin's reddened hole, so close to his sensitive skin. His fingers dug in to Anakin's yielding flesh, stretching and pulling his cheeks wider. He felt the tantalizing scrape of Obi-Wan's beard just before a wet tongue laved over where he was held open, the flat of it licking from taint to tailbone. His mouth was even hotter than his breath, and the next pass stole Anakin's breath as Obi-Wan cleaned him with hungry groans, his chest rumbling with the growl of a loving predator.

Obi-Wan ate him out like it was an act of worship. The slither of his tongue as it swirled around, wormed inside, lapping up the mess he had made of Anakin. His beard rubbed already sensitive skin raw and red, the intimate crease of Anakin's thighs and his slick taint.

"Beautiful," Obi-Wan murmured, his voice smoky with a kind of ravenous lust as he took a brief break to bite and suck a mark high on the back of Anakin's thigh, where it would rub whenever he sat down the next day as a lingering reminder of Obi-Wan's mark on him. "You taste like sex."

Anakin felt his cheeks burn to match the burn of his hole, hiding his face again as he gripped the pillow tighter, trying to shift his hips enticingly. For all the embarrassment that Obi-Wan's obsession with eating him out brought, he still craved it all the same, the slow-building pleasure that was unlike anything else Obi-Wan did to him.

Saliva and lingering traces of seed and lubrication slipped from him, down his taint slowly. Obi-Wan was far from finished. Anakin felt like a mess, wrecked and in desperate need to be pieced back together.

Something his Master had little inclination to do, yet; his work unfinished.

"You want more?"

Anakin nodded his head wordlessly. His thighs trembled, he wasn't sure if he could take anymore and yet... fuck, he wanted it. His cock, painfully, had hardened once more in throbbing pulses and felt angry and red where it hung against the pillows, dripping all over them. Each twitch made it brush against them with the sweetest of agonies.

Obi-Wan lightly smacked his thigh. "Your words, Anakin."

Anakin shuddered. "Please."

"Oh, that won't do," Obi-Wan said, shifting behind him. His lips kissed his tailbone, his teeth scraped over one pert ass cheek. "Ask for it."

Something unfurled in his chest. Anakin let go of the pillow and reached back, placing his mechanical hand over Obi-Wan's and helping to pull himself wider still, to show him where he wanted him. He heard Obi-Wan's breath hitch.

"I want your mouth," he said, words shy compared to his lascivious display. A juxtaposition he knew always drove Obi-Wan wild.

He head it in the answering moan before his Master licked back into him with abandon, beard scraping his skin just shy of too much. Anakin answered him in kind, feeling hazy with the molten pleasure pouring into him once more, muffling the sharp oversensitivity, but not completely. It was a heady cocktail.

One they were both equally addicted to.

[comfortwriting]

Prankster and the Prefect - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Ravenclaw Reader

Prompt 11: Screaming for your life, you were suddenly silenced by the hand that covered your mouth. 

Requested/About: Fred, the class clown and ultimate prankster meets the stereotypical perfect Ravenclaw prefect through his brother George. Upon their first interaction together, she already hates him and he already wants her more than any other girl at Hogwarts - but when the two of them are trapped in the broom closet together, everything changes. 

Warnings: swearing, losing virginity, smut, mention of erotic literature. 

In any other world, you and Fred would most likely be causing havoc together - pranking people, skipping class and getting up to no good, but in this world no such thing would happen; because you’re the perfect prefect who puts your education first. 

In any other world, you and Fred would most likely be prefects together - comparing your grades on each test, polishing your badges together and ensuring that no one is breaking any rules or causing trouble at Hogwarts; but in this world no such thing would happen because Fred is the trouble maker, who would rather be classed as a criminal than a prefect. 

Little did you know, your worlds would collide. 

Walking into Muggle Studies bright and early, you sat down and got your books, parchment, feather quill and ink pot out of your heavy bag and neatly organised them on your desk. Looking across the room, everyone else was already here, ties of blue, yellow, green and red sparkled across the room; everyone in pairs but you. 

Professor Burbage eyed the room and sighed when she spotted the empty chair next to you but without hesitating she began the class. 

“Today the person you are sat with is going to be your partner for your upcoming project” she announced.

George Weasley entered the class with his head down, slightly embarrassed by his late arrival, he sat down next to you without any of his study materials - he went even redder in the face noticing your neat display. 

You chuckled and shook your head, reaching back into your bag and pulling out a spare parchment, feather quill and ink pot. Pushing the extras across the desk, George smiled, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Thanks” he murmured softly.

You smiled at the shy Gryffindor “Anytime, keep them.”

George Weasley wasn’t a stranger in your life at Hogwarts, you didn’t know him but you knew of him before he paired up with you in that class. You were aware he and his twin brother got up to no good with their pranks and skiving snack boxes - but getting to know him and to spend time with him one on one made you like him a lot more than you thought you ever would, striking an unlikely friendship. 

“Come on Georgie!” Fred begged “introduce us, she must be one of a kind if you’re able to be friends with a prefect”

George sighed and continued to walk around the library, you were sitting at a desk with your head in a book, reading everything you could about Muggles. 

“Alright, Y/N?” George called out. 

You looked up from your book recognising the voice and met eyes with George, smiling at him, you noticed his twin brother standing behind him, smirking. 

“Hey George-”

Fred barged in front of his brother and out stretched his hand, a grin spreading across his face.

“Hello gorgeous, I’ve heard so much about you”

You stated back at him and cocked up a brow and refused to shake his hand.

“We’re running out of studying time, George”

It was from that first interaction that Fred became crazy about you - each and every time he laid eyes on you, the hunger in his heart growled for more.

Fred wanted you, he would make sure that you would become his - no matter what and he didn’t shy away from making you know it. Each and every time he passed you, Fred would compliment you and flirt with you, sending winks your way; wanting you more than he did the day before. 

You ignored each and every compliment and wink, rolling your eyes and disliking Fred even more than usual - you would rather have a full on conversation with him than deal with his flirting. 

George spent less time with you over the rest of the month, you found yourself alone in the library and alone in Muggle Studies - you knew wherever George went, Fred would be with him. 

The twins started to mess with a box full of snakes outside the Trophy room, eager to finally get the adrenaline they had been chasing. 

“Okay Freddie, I think it’s ready” George murmured, looking around.

Fred smirked “about time, now remember, Georgie -”

“Do not get caught and do not draw any attention, got it!”

Fred walked into the tight fitting broom closet and hid behind the door, waiting for his brother. 

Walking down the halls in your Ravenclaw house colour sleeveless and short dress, you noticed George looking quite flustered but with his ‘trick up his sleeve’ expression, you had missed him and you really wanted to catch up.

“Hey, George!” you yelled out, waving your hand and running over to him. 

George wanted to ignore you and turn away but he couldn’t, he couldn’t ever shun a friend, but he didn’t have time for chitchat. Fred could hear you talking to George through the door, your back turned against it, he opened the door slowly and silently, peeking out.

Fred had to bite his lip at the sight of you, your glowing shoulders, your stunning legs - his desire for you burning even more with each second that passed. 

“I’m really sorry Y/N but I’ve got to get going” George interrupted “I promise we’ll catch up later.”

Before you could protest, George grabbed his box and hurried away down the halls, you stayed still and sighed, watching him move further and further away. 

Fred opened the door wider and managed to get himself up, he grabbed you by the arm, hoping to have more of a conversation with you than his brother. Screaming for your life you were suddenly silenced by the hand that covered your mouth.

Fred pulled you back into the broom closet and slammed the door “Shhh” he whispered “quiet love, don’t want us to get caught, if George finds us he’ll kill me.” Fred stood behind you, pressed up against the wall. 

The grin on Fred’s lips spread out in seconds, your heart pounding inside your chest - not only for the sudden fright but for being in such a tight space with the hottest lad you had ever seen; you wanted to leave, make a fuss, but you didn’t want to get George in trouble.

“I’ll only stay quiet if you tell me what's going on”

As if on cue, a series of loud bangs trailed through the school, then loud crackles and whistling. 

“This” Fred replied, chuckling. 

You sighed, you could be out in the sun but you were stuck in some dingy broom closet which started to tick you off “can I leave now?” you huffed.

“patience, love - don’t want to ruin your perfect, stainless reputation, do you?”

Staying silent you shook your head, the tightness of the broom closet closing in on you, causing you to squeeze up against Fred - your behind pressing against his crotch, your back against his chest, your hair against his face - your scent driving him insane. Your feet began to hurt from standing up on the spot for so long, you moved from side to side, grinding against Fred’s upper thigh.

Fred groaned beneath his breath, unable to stop himself. 

“are you okay?” you asked innocently.

“I’m fine!” Fred growled “J-Just stop moving - turn around!”

You turned and tried to keep still but you couldn’t - the pain was unbearable and you could only gain comfort by having movement.

Fred grabbed your shoulders trying to hold you in place, the tension between the two of you brewing like a potion out of control. Unable to keep you still, Fred instantly grabbed your hips, his hot breath hitting you. 

“Please stop moving, I’m begging you, stop!”

“I’m sorry but I can’t!” you hissed “you dragged me in here, if I stop moving my feet will hurt!” you pushed against his grip, your hips accidently brushing against Fred’s cock - instantly starting to harden in his trousers. 

Fred released a pain growl, his hungry eyes burning into you, you felt your cheeks heat up, this had never happened to you before, you only read about this sort of interaction in your books. 

You smirked and turned back around, no longer facing Fred and began to grind your behind against him in circular motions - your curiosity getting the better of you. 

“You’re making it worse” Fred groaned against your shoulder, his soft lips grazing your skin. 

Getting the hang of what you were doing, Fred pushed his head back against the wall “Please don’t break the promise I made with George” he groaned “fuck, I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”

“what promise?” you asked, feeling his large hard on poke into you. 

“I’m really into you Y/N, George knows it, he made me promise not to pursue you because... you’re a virgin, you can’t lose your virginity in a broom closet, it should be in a nice comfy bed - covered in rose petals and that lot to a long term boyfriend.”

Feeling yourself slightly annoyed from the ridiculous stereotype and for your ‘experience level’ to be broadcasted, you turned to face Fred and glared at him. 

“I think the topic of me being a virgin should be kept between me and myself, it’s no one else's business!” 

Smashing your lips against Fred’s, the two of you exchanged a beautiful, yet heated kiss - taking the more charismatic twin by surprise. Your hands landed on Fred’s belt, your fingers fiddling with the buckle, trying to undo it. 

Fred stopped you “wait, are you sure? we don’t have to-”

“Of course I’m sure, did I stutter?” 

Fred grinned and went back to kissing you, his belt falling to the floor, along with his trousers, now sitting around his ankles. Fred’s gentle hand trailed up your dress, his fingers grazing against your thigh before hooking the hem of your thong, he pulled it down and stuffed your thong into his robe pocket, he put on a condom on his large length and applied lube. 

“Jump” he ordered softly. 

Doing as you were told, Fred held you whilst your legs wrapped around his hips, he gave you one last look and he slowly pushed himself inside of you slowly, instantly moaning out at the feeling on your walls tightening around him. Biting your lip you whimpered, getting used to his size and the new feeling you were about to experience. 

Fred moved towards the door so you could rest against it rather than the cold stone wall, his forehead rested against yours after he peppered loving kisses against it, nuzzling his nose against yours lovingly. 

“You’re so bloody gorgeous” Fred smiled “you feel incredible.”

Fred continued to penetrate you and you slowly got used to this new feeling of pleasure surging inside of you. Looking up and making eye contact with Fred, you blushed and the two of you shared a giggle.

You remembered what the main character did in the book and so you began to do that to Fred, grinding against him, moving your hips in circular motions, his length burying deeper inside of you - Fred had never felt this before - and he thought he was pretty good when it came to sex. 

Just as Fred was about to continue, you could hear footsteps coming closer to the door and the voice of a Professor draw closer, before Fred could react fast enough, the door opened. Fred moved back, almost falling and you just about go to your feet - but it was too late - your position, Fred’s trousers around his ankles, and your underwear peeking out from his pocket said it all - hell, he was still inside of you. 

Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened at the sight of you - a perfect, Ravenclaw, straight A prefect doing such a thing but when she saw Fred, she swallowed hard, still glaring and now flustered, she turned back and closed the door.

Fred let out a nervous shaky breath and started to laugh, you tried not to but you started laughing with him, the two of you pink and slightly embarrassed from such an encounter, but you knew this wasn’t Fred’s first rodeo. 

Fred pulled his boxers and trousers up, you passed him his belt whilst you fixed your hair and got the creases out of your dress. Fred pulled your thong out of his pocket, trying to hand them back to you. 

“Oh, no thanks, keep them” you smiled.

Fred cocked a brow “why?” 

“Well, I need a good reason to meet up with you next week, you can give them back to me then.” 

Fred grinned and peppered kisses along your neck, the two of you chuckling and laughing like you had been on the worlds most amazing date. Leaving the broom closet, Fred walked by your side, the two of you chatting about his prank and where George went. 

“Hey, before you go, Y/N, I’ve got a question.”

“what is it Freddie?” 

“I know for a fact you were a virgin up until a few minutes ago” 

You nodded your head “uh yeah, that's right”

Fred grinned again “are you sure you’ve never done anything like that before?”

You laughed and looked into his gorgeous eyes, the two of you now outside in the sun. 

“Positive” you replied 

Fred looked defeated for a moment “So tell me, love, how did you know what to do and how to do it?” 

You scoffed and rolled your eyes “Freddie my dear, it’s called Erotic Literature, open a book and read for a change.”

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[fuckinsteverogers]

Behemoth

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: 18++++++ Seriously, come on. You know the deal.

Warnings: Dick pic, nudes, size kink, bucky being a jealous beefcake, sam being low key annoying af, steve mentioned, tony mentioned, fluff at the end.

Synopsis:  You’re on a dry spell and looking for a good fucking from one of the burely members of your team, and when Bucky notices you haven’t considered him, he takes it in his own hands… Literally, in the form of a dick pic.

Author’s Note: Welp, I’ve got a whole list of fics I should be writing, but this was because I saw a photo that a Tumblr I follow reblogged and well... I couldn’t help myself. It’s kind of shite, but oh well. I hope you guys like it.

EDIT: THIS WAS FLAGGED DURING THE TUMBLR APOCALYPSE AND I AM REUPLOADING IT WITHOUT THE PICTURES THAT GOT IT FLAGGED.

INAPPROPRIATE CONTENT BELOW LINE ;)

You and Bucky have been friends from the moment Steve brought him home, but you’d never considered him as an option, even with T’Challa helping in relieving Bucky of Hydra’s hold on him, knowing his trustworthiness.

Even when you went searching for someone to take away the ache between your thighs, you never looked at Bucky and seriously considered him as someone who could take away every ache, stop your thighs from rubbing to relieve the pressure, stop your fingers from finding your soaking centre and ridding yourself of the uncontrollable arousal.

Bucky noticed your wayward eyes, scrapping across Sam and Steve, even Tony, but never him; not that you noticed him noticing you. The plan was to show you what you’re missing with not considering him, to show you what you’d miss with Sam and Tony, to show you that he can fulfil your primal needs unlike Steve who would only want to ‘treat you right’. Bucky could surely treat you right, but he isn’t going to do that in the way Steve would; cooing over how gorgeous you are, which you fucking are, or holding you tight against him while he fucks you slowly, softly, romantically.

Bucky wants to hold you tight against him, sure, but he wants to fuck you with reckless abandon, give you what you so desperately need... A good, hard fuck.

So, when Bucky noticed Sam’s hand graze to wrap tightly around your upper thigh, sending your body into shivers, he knew he had to work quickly before Sam actually got the balls to do something other than simply touch you and grin about it.

Moving from his seat on the stool, he dismissed himself to his bedroom, keeping the door open until he noticed you walk past towards your bedroom... Alone.

Grinning at Sam’s pussy attempt at flirting, he thinks; what will do the photo justice? What will make her come running to me the moment I send it through?

His eyes flicker up, closing in around the empty bottle of wine that Natasha had left in his room the last time they watched a movie together; clearly not his because it’s a waste of time drinking the shit when it doesn’t do anything to him.

He moves across his room, buzzing with anticipation, the blood from his face travelling down to his crotch, hardening the behemoth to full length. Bucky grins to himself as he shuts his door, pushes his pants to the floor, kicking them off and holds the wine bottle against his erect, throbbing cock.

The contrast is incredible, just how fucking big he is. He wasn’t small before the serum, but now, he was a fucking giant; he thinks that to fit inside your small body he might have to use an entire bottle of lube and loosen you with his tongue first.

Without regret, he takes the photo, snapping it with his free hand, and throws the wine bottle onto a pile of clothing. He attaches the photo into a text message addressed to you, he thinks a moment and then types out the message. His cock throbbing at the thought of being inside you soon, feeling your warm, throbbing wetness, feeling the ridges grind against his steel-like cock.

Your phone buzzes across the room from your position on your bed, your fingers buried inside yourself, moans drawn from your mouth as you try and satiate the desire in your belly.

You’d been ready to fuck Sam the moment he touched you, but he wanted to play hard to get and you weren’t willing to wait, convincing yourself you’ll make yourself cum and then go find your Captain and beg him, even get on your knees if you have to, which surely would make any man’s blood start pumping to his nethers.

The thought makes you giggle as you stand up, your fingers slipping out from inside you as you pull your hand from your pants. You tap the screen of your phone and look at the messages someone has sent you.

Buckinator: Sent a Picture.

He always sends you pictures, of landscapes or of the team, or simply a selfie that he likes, so it wasn’t uncharacteristic.

Another message comes through before you have a chance to look at the picture.

Buckinator: Come get me if you want me.

You scroll up after reading the message and click to download the photo, and what graces your eyes all but makes you faint, your knees get weak and your entire body turns to liquid, because holy fucking shit, he is fucking big.

Will he even fit in you? Will it hurt? Of course, it fucking will, but with how your body vibrates with arousal, you don’t fucking care. He could bruise all the skin on your body and you would not fucking care.

There’s no decision-making process, you had been ready to fuck your superior, but this, you hit yourself for never thinking of Bucky; of course, Bucky. How had you never thought of it? The delicious soldier, the beefcake, the man that could lift you up and down his gigantic cock with ease.

You run to your bathroom, wash your hands and don’t bother to change from your simple cotton panties and a big t-shirt, because you doubt they’re going to remain on your body much longer with how fucking hard he is.

You don’t even knock when you get to his room, you enter and throw yourself at him, earning a pleasantly delicious grunt from his lips.

“Doll,” He says, silky smooth.

“Shut up,” You reply, shoving your mouth against his hand wrapping a secure hand around his length, feeling the rock hardness in your palm. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait. I can’t wait.”

You ramble against his lips, lifting your shirt with your free hand, breaking the kiss to toss it across the room, and shove your panties down and do the same.

“So sexy,” He mumbles as you mount him, sitting on his lap, your thighs on either side of his. His hands roam across your hot skin, feeling, caressing, cherishing the short time he has with you.

You groan at the praise, it sending shockwaves through your body, down to your stomach, achieving in producing more lubrication to help take the wine bottle sized cock you were currently hunched over.

“Lube,” You whimper when the tip of his cock brushes across your clit, swollen and aching to be touched. Bucky passes the bottle he had beside him, clearly knowing you’d come running, and usually, you’d never be so blatant, putting yourself completely in the hands of someone else, but not having a cock inside you almost a year has been driving you fucking crazy.

You squeeze practically half the bottle into your hand and lube him up, wiping the excess on a discarded towel and shift until you feel him scrape against your entrance.

You lift your eyes to look at Bucky’s, losing yourself in the blue, trying to be brave enough to lower yourself.

“Slow, doll. I’ve got you,” He comforts, fitting his flesh arm underneath your ass, supporting your weight which is probably something you won’t be able to do once you feel him enter you.

Nodding, you begin to lower yourself with the help of Bucky’s arm, gripping his shoulders and scrunching your eyebrows up at the stretch.

It doesn’t hurt too bad, just an ache from the large intrusion, but Bucky helps take your mind off of it as his head drops forward, groaning into the valley between your breasts, his hot breath sending shivers down your body as you continue your descent.

“So fucking tight, doll,” Bucky groans, as if you don’t already know, because anyone would be tight around his cock.

You bury a hand in his hair as you feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix; luckily just as you seat yourself onto his lap fully. If this isn’t an indication to you, then you don’t know what is. Though, Bucky vocalises it before you can even start thinking again.

“Made for me, doll. Fuck, sweetheart. I fit perfectly in your tight, little pussy. You were fucking made for me,” He groans deeply from his position between your breasts. His arms wrapping fully around you, the coldness of his metal one incredible against your blazing flesh.

“Help me, Buck,” You reply, squeezing his shoulder. You don’t trust your legs to lift you up and down on him. The ask makes him lift his head, looking into your desperate eyes. He nods shakily, tightening his grip on your small body, lifting you up and down, up and down, until you’re a flurry of tears and screams.

“Holy fucking shit,” You say, throwing your head back as Bucky thrusts up into your bounces, moving in rhythm to send you into a boneless mess.

“Gonna move, doll. Better position,” He says, and the promise is fulfilled the moment he shuffles, still connected to shove you onto your back on the bed, and begins his assault on your body.

Thrusting sharply into you only proves to draw a scream from the back of your throat, your body withering beneath his as he grips your hips in an attempt to keep you still. Your orgasm draws closer the more he thrusts, the harder he smacks into you, the more he groans and spews dirty words.

“I’m so close already, sweetheart. Your pussy is so fucking good,” Bucky is staring down at you with lust blown eyes and you want to feel him cum, you want to cum with him.

You nod, moving to fit your small hand between your connected bodies, and rub against the swollen, abused clit. The pleasure makes you throw your head back and screw your eyes shut, feeling his cock assaulting every inch of your insides and your fingers push against the button that’ll push you over the edge.

“Cum in me, Buck. Please. God, you feel so fucking good,” You ramble, words spewing from your mouth as you get closer and closer to the sweet, sweet release.

“Doll, Jesus. I’m going to cum in you soon. Are you going to cum with me?” Bucky asks. You flicker your eyes open to look at him, a gasp falling from your lips as he wraps his arms underneath your back and lifts you against him in more of a riding position, but you have no control. He’s sitting with his ass against his feet, holding your body securely against him, bouncing you on his cock and thrusting up into your body.

You bury your face in his neck, your fingers still assaulting your clit as the coil in your belly begins to tighten dangerously, and you feel your release move quickly to full-blown euphoria.

“Bucky. Bucky. I’m cumming,” You scream into his skin, your entire body starting to tighten and tense, as the coil snaps and your body begins to clench and unclench around his.

You feel his hands scramble to keep you against him as he slams his hips into yours a final time and bites down onto your shoulder to keep from screaming out his release.

You’re stuck in a world between euphoria and relaxation as your body shakes against him, the aftershocks of your orgasm rattling your body, as you roll your hips down against his cock, drawing it out until the last second, feeling the spurts of his cum release inside of you.

“Fuck,” He says simply. You bury your fingers in his hair as he sits back on his heels and holds you tight against his chest, your legs tangled around his waist.

“Feel free to send more pictures like that,” You say finally, brushing your lips against the skin beneath his ear. He shudders at the words and the action and just secures his arms tighter around your soft body.

“Will it result in this?” He questions, kissing the bite mark he’d left on your shoulder. A warmth fills your stomach at the sweet kiss and you lean back to look at his face.

“Undoubtedly.” And it goes like that, he sends photos at the most inappropriate times, so you sleep with him every day, fucking yourself down on his cock, orgasming and screaming to the high heavens, the team begin to complain about the screaming so Tony gives you and Bucky your own floor.

One day after fucking each other into a state of almost comatose, he asks you if you’d like to see a new movie out. You are shocked, not thinking that was an option. You hit yourself again for not thinking of Bucky as a companion rather than just a fuckable supersoldier.

Two years after your first date, he asks you to marry him. You stare down at the velvet box with his mother’s ring in it, and furrow your brows, never thinking that this was something you wanted, but it’s Bucky and he is everything you’ve ever needed, not only because he satiates your needs, but because he is your need.

You say yes and it’s a flurry of tears and screams from the team. You marry your best friend in the most beautiful white dress and wake up the morning of the first day of your honeymoon in a pair of cotton panties and a big t-shirt, which he rips off of you and fucks you until you scream.

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[bakugousbottombitch]

Fox Tail

Characters: Bakugou

Genre: smut, 18+

(Degrading, small amounts of pet play, dirty talk, face fucking, forced orgasm)

AN: This is my first time writing full on smut so please be nice. 

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You run inside after waiting desperately for your new toy to add to your collection. You pull out your new fox tail butt plug from the package including a pack of lube and a rabbit dildo. You run to the bathroom to clean them knowing your roommate is in his bedroom next door.

You’ve constantly imagined what would happen if he caught you with your toys. Would he get embarrassed and walk out? You always wondered if he would secretly crave to join in.

Spreading your legs with your stomach against your bed, you have lube in one hand and your toy in the other, you soak your butt plug and slowly push it inside you. This size is bigger then your previous one. You whimper quietly when it slides all the way in.

Looking into the mirror, you shake your ass slightly checking out your tail. You’ve always been curious about one, but was too embarrassed to admit to yourself that you truly desired to own one.

“Hey do you...” A gasp comes out of your mouth from shock when your roommate, Bakugou opens the door seeing you bent over the bed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He says after getting cut off by this unusual sight. He turns around and starts to walk out not knowing what to say.

“It’s not what it looks like! My friend got it for me as a gag gift and I wanted to see how stupid it was!” You panic and grab your blanket wrapping it around you.

Bakugou laughs at you. “You’re pathetic to blame this on your friend. I’m not a dumbass, unlike some people here.” He chuckles out. “I’ve honestly wondered what it would be like to fuck a slut with something like that.”

He turns back around walking your way. “Only if you are okay with that.” Bakugou traces his thumb over your cheek and smirks at you before grabbing your blanket and throwing it onto the bed.

Blushing embarrassed you look into his eyes not knowing what to say. You’ve always dreamed of today. You become flustered imagining what he is going to do next.

“Do you want me to make that pretty little pussy sore? Daddy would love to make you scream.” He grabs you by your waist pulling you close to him.

“Y-yes please” you mumble embarrassed. You feel pathetic standing in only a T-shirt with a tail swinging back and forth against your ass.

“Awww how cute. It’s yes daddy, sir, or master. Just know that I won’t go soft on you. After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. Tonight you are going to be my little bitch.” Bakugou chuckles. “You better take a vacation day bitch because your pussy won’t be the only thing that’s sore tomorrow.”

You shirt gets thrown off and you get shoved onto the bed. He crawls above you kissing and sucking down both sides of your neck.

“I’m going to crave you for now on. Let me take good care of you. I’ve been waiting to do this for weeks.”

He sucks on your nipples licking and biting both. Caressing and squeezing your tits. Rubbing your pussy softly.

“Please daddy, I want you.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. Bakugou grabs your throat tightly giving you a stern look.

“I’m the one in charge here. Keep complaining and I will just go back to my room and let you lay here all soaked and desperate with your little butt plug.”

He pulls on your tail slightly making you squeak.

“That’s what you get. Next time it will be worse, but instead it will be my dick in your ass.”

Bakugou moves down to you soaked pussy and rubs your clit softly before shoving a finger in. He stares at you watching each facial expression you make. You moan out when he adds another finger in.

He stands at the edge of the bed holding onto his hard cock.

“Come here kitten. Suck daddy’s cock.”

You crawl to the edge of the bed grabbing onto him gently and swirl your tongue around his tip before he grabs the back of your head to face fuck him.

“I told you I’m not going to go easy on you. Next time learn to lock your door.” He says with his tone going deeper. He moans softly with his mouth closed. His hands still on the back of your head. You try to move back to take a big breath but he doesn’t let you. His cock down your throat making you gag. Bakugou finally puts his hands down.

“Face the other way now.”

You turn around flustered when he grabs your waist and pulls you closer. You feel your tail moved up onto your back. Moans come out in an instant when he shoves his cock inside you. You feel so tight with him along with your tail. You become sore from how full you feel.

“Mmm baby girl you’re so tight. I feel like I’m going to stretch you out.”

He tries to speed up, but struggles to even move inside you. You whimper from your tail being pulled out fast.

Bakugou wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you close to him.

“That feels better doesn’t it? I should’ve kept it in to make you even more sore, but I decided to give you a little break.”

He wraps his hand around you and starts rubbing your clit. Your breathing starts to increase as you become closer and closer. More moans escape from your mouth. He moves you back down onto the bed and grabs your hips moving as fast as he can.

“Oh... fuck... my little... slut.. you feel.. so good.” His breathing increases but he keeps his pace steady.

“I’m getting close. I want you to cum with me at the same time.”

He moves his fingers faster on your sore clit. Your arms become weaker by how fast he is going.

“You will cum in 10... 9... 8...”

He continues to count down. Your pussy is so sensitive, and you become even closer to finishing.

“3..2...1”

He finishes counting and groans out. You squirt out from all of the pleasure onto his cock. Dripping down your thighs to the bed. With a mixture of his cum dripping from your sore pussy.

Bakugou takes a moment to catch his breath, but soon walks out to the bathroom and comes back with a towel.

“Here let me clean this up for you.”

He wipes you down with the towel gently knowing how sensitive he made you.

“I know I made you exhausted. Go ahead and get comfy. You’re lucky you had this blanket. If not then we would have to wash your sheets. My little cum slut.” He chuckles to the thought of getting to call you that for now on.

After he finishes cleaning the mess up, he gets into the bed and lays behind you.

“Thank you d-daddy.” You say quietly.

“You’re welcome teddy bear. Anytime.”

[kenganparadise]

Haiii, I was wondering if you could do yanagi x reader x doyle nsfw scenario? I absolutely love when you write about these two. I hope you're doing well and have a great day!!☺️❤️

Oof I’ve always wanted to write some double penetration.... I hope you enjoy!!

🔞WARNING NSFW AHEAD🔞

You could barely handle one of them... but both. You looked back and forth between the two naked men before you. “We’ll make your choice quickly, Y/N.” Yanagi orders. His hair is disheveled, he’s eager, cock already hard and itching to be inside you. Doyle is surprisingly patient. “Im fine with just watching.” He chimes, head in his palm. You looked back and forth again, your hands were firmly tied behind your back, you tug on the binds again, Yanagi made sure to tie them tight but also made them comfortable. The robe was soft, you tugged again. “You won’t be breaking out of those, Y/N. Now... will you chose who you want and where? Or do we have to make that decision?” Yanagi orders. You bite your lip. “Yanagi in front.... Doyle you in b-back.” You say, cheeks red. You rub your thighs together. Doyle jumps up, satisfied with your decision... his cock is more slender than Yanagi... but he’s longer. Yanagi is much thicker than Doyle. Doyle’s lips connect with your neck, he moves behind you. He rubs his cock on your ass. His he reaches for the Lube next to you. He coats himself handsomely. He lays back against the pile of pillows, pulling you with him. He lines himself up. Then he lets you sink down on his cock. You feel it slide in, it’s still a bit of a stretch, but not uncomfortable. Yanagi made sure to prep you nice and good. You shiver feeling him seated all the way inside you. It’s Yanagi’s turn, he lines his cock up. He begins pushing into your core. Another hole of yours has been filled. Feeling yourself filled to the brim, two dicks deep inside you. It’s unlike anything you’ve felt before. There’s and intense throbbing between your legs. “Ready?” Yanagi asks. You nod, clenching around him. Doyle stays still while Yanagi thrusts, it’s such a strange feeling having both of them inside you at the same time. Doyle starts rutting his hips up into you- Yanagi picks up the pace. All you can really do is lay back against Doyle’s chest as you get stuffed. Doyle grunts as you quiver around him. It’s a little tight for his tastes but still lovely nonetheless. Yanagi’s pace is brutal now, it’s obvious he want both his lovers to cum as quickly as possible. He’s even got Doyle moaning and groaning beneath you two. Doyle reaches around, grabbing your legs. He hooks his elbows around your knees, spreading your thighs further apart. He’s making more room for Yanagi to continue pounding deep within you. He slides his fingers between your folds, he begins rubbing quick circles around your wet clit. The feeling is too much, you’re being overwhelmed. You try tugging out of your bonds once again. You feel your pelvis get tighter and tighter. A pressure builds within you, your orgasm is haphazardly approaching. A knot forms within your body, it gets tighter and tighter and tighter. Until the pleasure overflows and snaps. Your orgasm comes flooding over your body, warmth spreads across your aching muscles. You throw your head back and scream. Doyle groans behind you, feeling your contractions and you quivering around him milks out his own high. Yanagi endures and helps the two of you ride out your pleasure. Your covered in sweat and tears, slowly your orgasm retreats. You’re left with your chest heaving and attempting to regain composure. Doyle slips out of you, he also tries to catch his breath. Yanagi sighs realizing he’s going to have to wait his turn, he’ll let you two catch your bearings. He frees you from your bings. He leans over to kiss Doyle’s sweaty forehead, then yours. He sits back and watches the mess he’s created.

[animedaddymilkers]

Kinkmas 2020: Day 20

Prompt: Size Kink w/ Kisame

Genre: Smut/18+ || Tags: Size Kink, Comfort, Tummy Bulge, Cum-Flation, Fingering, Penetrative Sex || Characters: Kisame Hoshigaki, Female Reader || read it on ao3 here

"Hi, can I help you find any…anything?" your customer service voice chimed out, only stuttering over your words when you finally looked up and up and up and met the eyes of the customer in front of you.

Said customer was a hulk of a man, though the bluish tint to his skin had you questioning even that part. You were used to being generally small and short but the height of this man made you remember that all the more. Still, you had a job to do and kept the cheerful smile plastered onto your face. The man turned around and looked down at you rather amused, though you were relieved when his face broke out in a smile.

"Why yes, I need help finding some bandages and perhaps a new shirt," his voice boomed out, nearly sending you to your knees at the pure baritone nature of it.

Only now did you notice the tatters in his shirt and the gash covering his torso, "Oh, gosh, okay! H-Here just follow me!"

Clamoring about you collected medical equipment and grabbed his hand, leading him to the back of the shop after flipping the open sign to closed. You sat him down at your simple kitchen chair, which almost looked comical under his large form. But you didn't have time to ogle over the sight of him as he was still actively bleeding. Your hands prepped the supplies quickly and you were about to start fixing him up when his hands wrapped around yours, effectively stopping you.

"You don't need to do this, little dewdrop. I can do it myself."

Besides the affectionate nickname catching you off guard, you steeled your resolve and shook your head at him, "Please, let me do this! I don't see how you can stitch yourself up with your hands shaking so!"

He raised an eyebrow and looked to his hands holding yours. Sure enough, even while clasped around yours, his hands were shaking. Damn, the injury must be affecting him more than he thought. With a defeated sigh he let your hands go and leaned back into the chair, the wood ominously creaking beneath his weight. You sat on another chair in front of him and went to work, first, discarding him of the tattered shirt barely covering him. Still, to see his chest completely bare had your cheeks heating up. Your hands pressed against his abdomen to put pressure on the wound, intent to stop the blood. As you held your hands there the man in front of you rubbed his face.

"How did you get this injury?"

"Best not for you to ask questions, little one," so much for small talk.

"Can I at least have your name?"

The man seemed to think about it for a moment before answering, "Kisame. Yours?"

You gave him your name and reveled in the small smile he offered you after hearing it. After the introduction he seemed to relax slightly, allowing just a bit of small talk between you two. He told you he was injured in a fight, though he wouldn't go into too much detail and you wouldn't ask. The blood flow finally slowed and you took the cloth away, throwing it into a nearby bin. Then you set about cleaning the wound, frowning when Kisame tensed at the antiseptic that no doubt burned. Your other hand grabbed his and held it tight to support him through the pain. Briefly, you took in the sheer size difference of your hands, your own barely as big as his palm. After cleaning, you carefully bandaged the gash, paying mind to patch it up so it hopefully wouldn't rip open again.

"Thank you."

It was a simple statement, but it conveyed a tone of finality, that he was leaving and you turned from putting the supplies away, "You still need a shirt. And please, let me make you some food. It'll help you recover better."

Kisame should have turned down the offer, but you were hospitable and altogether unassuming. So, against the better judgment, he was trained with, he accepted your offer. Thankfully, you had a meal already on cooking since the morning and you dished out two bowls for the two of you. As you ate, it felt natural and easy to sit across from each other and chat. The conversation flowed from topics of your favorite colors, to what you thought about the fate of stray dogs. There was no rhyme or reason to what you talked about and that's what made it interesting. But, as Kisame finished his fourth bowl, you realized it was once again drawing to a close. You weren't sure why, maybe it was his attractive looks, but you didn't want to say goodbye to him. He offered to help do dishes and you actually accepted his help, if only to keep him around that much longer. Again, that only lasted for a handful of minutes until you were left shifting from foot to foot as both of you stood around in silence.

"You… You could always stay the night," you offered boldly before quickly adding, "To help you heal more, of course!"

His eyebrows raised before he nodded at your second part, "Of course, of course. You're right. It would help. I'll stay. Do you have an extra bed?"

Your face dropped slightly and you laughed a bit nervously, "Uhh, well, no, but you can have my bed! There's room enough for you."

"And enough for you too? Well, 'suppose even if not, you could always sleep on top of me, dewdrop," Kisame stated plainly before laughing at your sheepish reaction.

"I-I suppose," your cheeks heated up at the image of you curled up on his chest, another reaction that Kisame didn't miss.

He leaned down until he was eye level, grinning suavely, "I still need to repay you for patching me up, so name your price, and don't be shy about it."

You thought about it for a moment, knowing he wouldn't accept 'nothing' as an answer, "Kiss me."

"Damn, that's a pretty cheap price for a wrap job. But I guess I shouldn't complain. I'll gladly kiss you a million times over," with that, Kisame lifted you from the floor so your face was level with his.

Wrapping your legs around his torso, careful to mind his wound, you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. His smile was contagious and even as he leaned in for the kiss it was all a bit surreal. The soft lips against yours tasted, unlike anything you ever kissed before. Reminiscent of salt with a spearmint kick to it, almost like taffy. It was far from bad and when he went to pull away you found yourself following his mouth, keeping the contact. He exhaled in amusement against you but obeyed your wishes, kissing you again and again. His large hands supported your bottom, one hand easily covering an entire cheek as he held you close. The sheer size of the man had you wet from the second he walked into your store and now that he was kissing you in his arms you were a bit anxious to get the show on the road if you will.

You pulled away to peel your shirt off, white eyes taking in every inch of newly revealed skin. The shirt landed somewhere in the hallway as Kisame wandered through to what he deemed your bedroom. Not like it was hard to spot anyway, it was the only room that had a bed in the middle. Gingerly, he laid you down on the bed and snickered.

"You're definitely going to have to sleep on top of me," He grinned and kissed down your jaw to your neck.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," you responded in a breath, moaning at the way he sucked on your skin.

The sharp teeth so close to your jugular had your heart beating a bit faster. Though you were almost positive Kisame wouldn't hurt you, just knowing there was a possibility turned you on even more. He nipped slightly and you gasped at the feeling before letting out a moan. The reaction was exactly what he wanted and he took it as an invitation to do more to you, a hand placing itself between your legs and rubbing you through your pants. A grin spread across his face as he felt your wetness even through the material and went about undoing them, eager to see just how soaked you were. Once completely bare he slipped twin fingers down, damn you really were soaked. He pushed the thick digits inside, slowly working you open and making a comment about how he needed to stretch you.

Foolishly, you thought that just meant fingering you for a few minutes and then the main event, but you couldn't have been more wrong. Just when you thought you were going to get fucked, Kisame instead pushed a third, thick finger inside of you. You were already a moaning mess but he still pumped his fingers in and out, working you open even more. He curled his fingers just right and before long you were having your first orgasm of the night. Finally, he pulled all of his fingers out and began kicking your juices off. His fingers then hooked into his pants and boxers, pushing them down and off, leaving you gasping at the sight of what lay underneath.

Words were unfathomable as you took in the absolute fear-invoked of a cock he had. Truly, when people wrote about a cock able to split a person in two, there was a picture of him next to it. It made sense now as to why he went to such lengths to prep you and still you thought maybe he should go back to prepping you more. Yet you didn't voice any of those fears, the feeling of lust overtaking you and you decided you needed to try and take it right then and there. Kisame seemed to notice though and asked if you had any lube, pouring a copious amount onto his length before flipping you onto all fours. Like the horny bitch you currently were, you pressed your face down and wiggled your ass in the air slightly, begging him to fuck you already.

"You look so good like this, dewdrop. I'm going to fuck you so good. You're gonna look so sexy trying to take as much of my dick as you can."

His lewd words earned a moan from you and the tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. Slowly and carefully, he pushed inside of you, listening for any cues from you for him to stop, but when none came he went as far as your pussy would allow him to. For a moment, he stayed still, the sheer size of him spearing you had you moaning and gripping at the sheets nearly losing your mind. He barely got halfway in, but that was still impressive for your first time taking him. Inch by inch he pulled out until the tip was the only thing left inside of you before pushing back in, forcing you open again. You whined and wiggled your ass slightly, needing more movement from him, no matter how much it could potentially hurt.

Kisame groaned and obliged, pulling his hips out a bit quicker before thrusting back in. His heavy balls slapped against your clit, sending shivers down your spine. Where other lovers would lean down and kiss your shoulder, Kisame easily leaned over and caught your mouth in a kiss, not having to worry about stretching to reach at all. His large hands played with your tits, tugging on your nipples like they were toys. Though even with all the rippling pectorals and sheer body size, each of his touches were soft and playful. He pounded into you and you came at the sight of your stomach protruding with each thrust. The squeeze around him as you came was honestly a bit painful for him, but hey it's a good thing he got off on that. He helped you ride out your orgasm and then continued, almost literally, rearranging your guts.

"Fuck, dewdrop, this pussy feels so good wrapped around me, I could keep you like this forever."

Somewhere, your mind knew you only met this man today, but the overwhelming majority just didn't give a shit. He could keep you forever and it'd be a happy life. As long as it meant he'd fuck you like this, you'd be content. His hips seemed to only go faster, but with the amount of thigh muscle he was working with, it made sense. You came again when his balls hit against your clit particularly rough, sending your thighs shaking and you gripped the bedsheets desperately. Kisame groaned as you came again and his hands never stopped touching you, groping at every inch of your body.

Though it was only after your third orgasm did he start to falter himself. He grunted and gripped your shoulder a bit tighter than before, hips stuttering in their rhythm. But, he wasn't done yet and flipped you onto your back before picking the pace back up, fucking into you like a crazed animal. You weren't about to complain though and not like you could either, at this point you could barely form words longer than his name and various cusses. Kisame nipped along your collarbone, muffling his groans before he growled and shoved himself deep, covering your inner walls in white. It didn't stop there, his load felt like it kept coming and coming, the sheer feeling sending you into another orgasm. By the time he was finished your stomach had a barely yet still there bulge, thanks to the massive load he gave you. You babbled incoherent whines, whimpers, and moans and now this time, it was Kisame's turn to tend to you.

As he cleaned you up and, like promised, settled you on his chest, he grinned while rubbing your back, "Guess I should get stabbed more often."

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[anlian-aishang]

Kinktober Day 15: Size Kink

“For the kinktober could you write levi with a size kink?”

Word count: 1100 Tags: smut, levi x reader, size kink, fem!reader

I wasn’t sure if Levi wanted to be praised as big or small. I assumed big but would happily write small in the future! 

Remember! Levi hates art theft.

There was only one person who looked up to him the way you did. Literally. A coincidence? Unlikely.

The way he could tousle your hair, pick you up, twirl you around, it was a gratification he had never felt before, not with anyone else. The perks of dating someone shorter could be pretty cute and pretty wholesome.

The size difference was more than just endearing, though. That first time together sparked something within him. That night, when just two of his fingers stretched you out and made you scream, when a thrust of his length tore your skin and made you bleed, when his cum filled you up and then some, it all went deeper than just the magic of a first time. Though, it took him a while to realize exactly what it was.

When you handled his cock, you could not hold him all in one grip. It took both of your dainty hands to work him fully. When you gave him head, his girth stretched your lips thin. Without fail, you gagged each and every time you tried to bob him down. When he came in your mouth, some would spill out the sides as you could not swallow him all. These encounters had a few things in common: he found them all hot beyond belief and they were all about your size difference. 

Tonight, as he admired your tiny body, it hit him like a train. He was not just kinky, but he had a kink, a size kink no doubt. 

He had been in the midst of your typical foreplay. To fit him in, you needed a lot of it. Levi prepared you with his tongue and fingers for however long you needed until you were slick enough, stretched enough, to fit him in. Even after all that kissing and necking, those sweet nothings and love marks, your walls were still clamped hard around his fingers. His mind could not help but wonder just how that tightness would feel around his member, and that was a quick conclusion: fucking amazing.

You were held in Levi’s arms. Backs to the headboard, your smaller body tucked under his left shoulder as his right hand massaged your bits. He could play you like an upright bass, like an instrument he had mastered. He was a good steward and tuned it up before each performance. What if, tonight… he did not?

Suddenly, his arm around your shoulders fell to your lower back. The forearm that trailed down your side instead snapped across your stomach. In one swift move, Levi flipped you over: your front to the mattress and face to the pillow. 

His abrupt motion put you in whiplash. You gasped, “Le’Levi?” That breathlessness in your voice, he could live off of it forever.

He bent forward, pressing his entire front to your back. His voice dripped with enamor. “Yeah?”

There was not an inch of space between you, and you could tell especially at your hips. His hard length sandwiched between your cheeks, warming up for what was to come. Levi rocked his hips slowly, but quickly started to lose control of his pace. 

His cock felt huge against your curves. The idea of him entering now, before you were lubed up or stretched, sent intense chills down your spine. You had no idea how he would fit or how he would feel. Only one truth was known: you both wanted this fucking bad.

Your lust had you muffling your moans already. He knew he should enter and enter fast. Levi spit on his hand and stroked his cock, offering you at least that lick of courtesy.

Levi stuck his fingers in your mouth - silencing, gagging, choking - and gave the initial push past your folds. Despite his knuckles deep in your mouth, your cries still filled the air. Already, you had turned a hot mess. Both in your face and in between your legs, you felt completely ablaze. The burn of embarrassment and friction sent your body on fire.

And just as vividly as he had remembered that first night, you flashed back to it too. The sight of blood between your thighs, the sensation of him ripping you apart, the stir in your insides from your first time… in all the sex you had since then - amazing sex at that - the lengthy build-up always squandered the possibility of their return. 

If there was anything you had learned in your sex life with Levi, pain and pleasure went hand-in-hand. If there was a way to find it again, you let him lead the way. You released your qualms and joined the search wholeheartedly.

Instead of doubt, you spoke your mind. “Levi! It’s… It’s...!”

Levi spanked your cute little ass, “Tell me, sweetheart.”

“So…. big!”

He snickered. With him entering from behind, you could not see, but he was not even halfway in yet. Levi grabbed your nape for leverage, your ass for fun, and went that last length. His tip slammed the back of you and made you both cry out. To be heard above your own screaming, he had to grunt loudly, “You like that?” 

Your jaw hung open, barely managing the “y” sound of affirmation. He pressed on, snarling, “You like my huge cock?”

“Y-Yes! Levi! I love your huge cock!”

“You like the way it pounds your adorable little pussy? Huh?”

“Y’Yes… Levi!”

“Cause I fucking love it.”

“Ahh! Levi. Levi!” You whimpered against the sheets, “You’re breaking me!”

“Good.” He growled, “That cute cunt of yours could use it.”

Not only his size, but also his dirty talk was doing so much to you. Without even words, he could tell, the gushing of your arousal around his cock said more than you ever could. It was your own little habit to warn him, but you could not even muster that. Likewise, when he felt your walls convulse around him and heard your tried shrieks, he knew.

All signs pointed, you not only supported his kink, but wanted to fulfill it for your benefit as well. The adrenaline of more than mere acceptance, of admiration, was the push to send him over the edge. Levi brought his hands to the side of your hips and thrust you against him as though you were nothing.  Your eyes had brimmed with tears, but with the shameful sounds he released, you saw past it all.

Even in his weakened state, he easily draped you atop him in his strong and sturdy grip. He held your tiny, shaking body in his arms. A perfect fit.

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