#well i mean hes already so sexy he just needs his spice

[spaciebabie]

hottest form of macaque is his big ass purple shadow form he conjures sometimes. i wish he like became it instead of summoning it. if that makes sense.

[sashi-ya]

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STICKY HONEYMOON 🍼 SABO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 9: CREAMPIE

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hey! 🎀 May I request Sabo(OP) x female reader for the 9th day, please? I'm not sure if I can ask for this, but let it be in the style of Fluff with a bit of spice, just like our blond. Thank you and wishing you inspiration! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. as requested it is fluffy and smutty 💕 a couple of newlyweds enjoying their honeymoon with loads of sex. cream pie. masturbation. and so much lovemaking. 🐙 wc: 1,1 k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Arms like snakes all around your body. Sabo’s golden locks grazing your nape, his nose buried on your spine. Warm breath wetting the space in between your shoulder blades. His fiery hands hanging on your belly, hardness against your ass… 

“Nmhg…” Sabo mutters, as he inhales the scent of your skin. It is late, very late. Night has fallen some hours ago,  with bodies sore from the day… you’ve chosen your honeymoon to be an adventurous one. 

“Mh? What is it, babe?” you ask, lifting your ass a little bit more so that you can feel his erection growing bigger against you. Being the little spoon with your now husband, is all you want for the night. 

Sabo knows, exactly, what you are doing. And excitement, lust and need turns a little flame into a big fire… 

“I love you…” he murmurs, planting a peck on your shoulder. His hips begin to move; it feels as if he was dry humping on against your buttocks. “I still can’t believe you have finally become my wife…” 

You smile against the pillow, a beam so big can’t even fit your face. Sabo can be this and even more romantic when it comes to you. 

“I love you too, my sweet husband…” you whisper back, passing your hand to the back, caressing his hip side with a loving sexy graze. Such graze, then, turns into your nails clawing into his milky skin… and that, to him, it only means one simple thing; go ahead Sabo-kun, fuck me! 

Needless to say, both lay naked on silky sheets. Already sweat imbued fabric, as it’s been putting up with nights of hot love making sessions. And tonight, it won’t be the exception.

“What you want, mh? You want me deep inside you again?” Sabo asks, whispering right into your ear, biting your lobe right after. 

You giggle, once again your nails carve marks on his flesh. Pulling him even closer to your ass, you can even feel how his hard sex slides in between your cheeks. 

“Deep, yes. Very deep, babe… plus, this time, I want you to fill me up with your cum” you request; the intimacy of your relationship has stripped you from any shame whatsoever. 

Sabo grunts, there is only so much a man can take. He can be strong, but those words are simply a detrimental move you have just made. 

 His right hand slides down your waist up to your lower belly and then to your sex. His fingers wander through your anatomy, separating your folds just enough to reach your clit. Sabo finds those lands as expected; wet, more than dampened. He gloats, he knows his dick will slide so deliciously in and out, and the sound of every ram will be music to his ears. 

He begins tracing circles on your pleasure button, as his free hand reaches for your left breast. Erect, hard, sensitive, that’s how he finds it everything he touches on your body. 

You react to his pinching and massaging, whimpering low, jolting every time he stimulates it all at the same time. His sex, as well, hasn’t been left out of this intercourse prelude; it, by itself and powered by increasing hardness and throbbing pulses, moves in the search of your entrances. Coated by your honeys, that have already wet the inner side of your thighs, and mixing with his own precum, finds enough lubrication to finally meet with your fleshy folds. 

“Fuck me, please…” his masturbation can be perfect, but the heat growing stronger inside you and walls that ache to be stretched get the best of you. “Fuck me, Sabo… I want you so deep inside of me…” 

You didn’t need to ask, and still Sabo enjoys such pleading like a trophy, like a medal. Ego bursting; ego and shaft exploding. 

“Are you sure you want me inside you, my sweet wife?” he asks, enjoying a little bit more how your hips move on their own, desperate to feel him pumping into you. 

“Dear husband, if you don’t fuck me right now…” you playfully -and perhaps even a little cranky- threaten him. 

The blond revolutionary laughs sweetly; there is nothing more he could ever want now than to fuck you as you ask. And so, he does… 

On its own, with a simple forth hip movement, his sex finally penetrates you. It takes him no effort, as it seems your body has been made for his, and his has been made for yours. Truly soul, mind and flesh mates. 

He hugs your waist from behind, ramming into you so deeply and violently, exactly as you like it. 

The back of your head fall on his shoulder, reaching with your mouth his. Million kisses that deepen the more the in and out rhythm increases. It lets the commissure of your lips shiny, erratic tongues sometimes can’t be precise, and the need for oxygen also makes it even more messy. 

And just as predicted, your juices both mix and let him move so perfectly in sync with you, and the sound of the slapping skins play a sinful ambrosial melody. But it is what abandons your lips from time to time what makes it even magical; whispered, breath, inhaled “I love yous” fill the room, the love nest you both chose to consummate your marriage. 

Your milking walls, your spasming muscles, your moans and whines… 

“Don’t stop… don’t… stop… I’m close, please-”  “ngh… not… stopping….”

Your pleads. His grunts. The scent of sex... 

“Were… you- for real? Inside?”  “Fill me the fuck up Sabo, I beg you please… I am… about to… fuck…” 

Sabo takes a deep breath; he needs to get ready; he is about to burst and your core to be flooded with his relief. Sabo is desperate, your climax keeps milking him with no mercy, it feels like you are going to drown his cum from him and he can’t stop it…

“Take it all inside babe… I want to make you so fucking full” he grunts, giving the final thrust to reach for the deepest possible spot.

You can’t even talk, you are just still orgasming, still trembling, savouring the incipient pulses of Sabo’s climax. His belly becomes hard, his arms lock you against his dick; there is no scape now, you are trapped there to be overfilled with his seed. 

Seed so hot it feels like a burning fire taking over your womb, getting to every little corner of your anatomy, going in with pressure as Sabo pushes your lower belly down… oh, Sabo-kun… it feels like fire, it fills so good. 

“I love you, my sweet husband… thank you for the treat” “We are just starting, babe… you are still not even remotely full of it” 

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[f10werfae]

Mi Princesa

pairing: Sugar Daddy!Pedro Pascal x Pregnant!Reader

summary: Some morning loving with Pedro Pascal and his very pregnant wife, and maybe a little spice in the shower (DILF Warning ) Disclaimer 18+

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“Good morning mi princesa, and good morning mi amor” Pedro whispered bending down to kiss his wife’s 6 month bump, the coldness of his wedding ring making her flinch. “Baby, ya woke her up” She whined feeling the small fluttery kicks erupt at the tip of her stomach, her eyes still closed but her lips already aiming for Pedro’s, giving him one hell of a wet kiss. “I’m sorry baby, daddy wanted to talk to his princesa” He whispered gruffly, one of his hands sneaking up her sleep shirt to cup and squeeze at one of her swollen breasts, massaging it softly.

“Eh? What about your other princesa?” Y/n winked biting her lip, softly moaning at the feeling of his cold hands on her tits, he was always so gentle with her; almost as if she was made of glass. “Mm can’t forget about her, but you’ve been upgraded baby, tú eres mi reina”

“Hmm sounds sexy what does it mean?” Tracing the side of his face she felt his hand fall back down to her rounded stomach, a habit he had picked up over the past few weeks, along with the belly kisses and telling his baby-girl stories. “Means you’re my reina, my queen, and this little girl, is our princesa”

“God could you get any sweeter, sexier and even more handsome Pedro” She squealed using her energy to hoist herself up to straddle him, even with her stomach in the way, she leant down as best as possible to pepper kisses all over his neck; giggling once she felt his hand on her ass, softly drumming against it with his hand. “Oh shit, I may have peed a little” She said suddenly sitting up, knowing damn well how much her precious princess loves using her bladder as a cushion, sending her to the toilet multiple times an hour.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your waddle?” Pedro whistled watching her speed waddle into the toilet, a hand on the small of her back as she sent a glare his way, sticking her tongue out at him. “ah baby don’t get like that with me, I can’t stand it when mi reina gives me that face” Pedro sighed springing himself out of the cotton sheets, following his wife like a cute little puppy, just watching her wash her hands and brush her teeth. “Stop giving me those eyes, Mr Pascal” She warned spitting out the rest of her water, reaching behind him to pull on the water heater,

“What eyes Mrs. Pascal? The eyes you fell in love with? The eyes you look into while-“

“Yes yes, those eyes, now help me” She smiled widely holding both hands up in the air, watching on as Pedro pulled his shirt off her body, hearing him wolf whistle once he saw her nude body; acting as if they hadn’t been going at it like rabbits due to her raging hormones. “Come on daddy, don’t ya wanna shower with the mommy?” She smirked slowly stepping into the shower, her hands rubbing over her stomach as she tilted her head cutely, knowing damn well what it did to her sugar daddy husband.

“Mierda, the things you do to me woman” He groaned quickly ridding himself of his shorts and t-shirt, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist to bring her side flush against his chest, the gruff of his facial hair softly scratching against the top of her head. He could practically feel the heat coming from her wet centre the more he felt up her wet body, taking his sweet time to kiss and grab at all his favourite spots (which was basically everywhere) Taking his time to kiss at her breasts, her stomach, her arms, even bending down to kiss at her thighs.

“Please Pedro, you know what you’re doing, s’not fair” She sighed stomping her foot lightly, furrowing her brows as his tongue licked stripes up her neck and into her mouth; causing her to moan into his hot wet open mouth. “I need you daddy, please” She whined using the nickname that started their relationship in the first place, on that dodgy sugar baby site. Her hand leading his down to her already swollen clit, directing his fingers to rub slow soft circles on her button.

“I’ve got you mi vida, got to help my princesa’s mama, mi reina” He whispered kissing her lips then her cheek, his fingers moving at a steady pace as he felt her grasp onto his forearms for balance, her forehead leaning against his chest.

“I-i’m close baby, so so close” She whispered kissing his pec, gasping when she felt his fingers sort through her holds, swiftly inserting a finger into her snug hole; with one finger at her clit simultaneously. “Let go for me mama, i’m right here, let go for me gorgeous girl” He sighed against her temple, feeling her clench onto one of his fingers as she shook against him; her legs slightly trembling. “Good girl baby, feel and taste you so good” Rubbing her folds gently to let her ride her high, he slowly removed his hands, licking them clean as he looked into her eyes.

“You’re crazy Pedro, but I love you so much for it” She breathed out, clearly out of breath, her body fully leaning onto his for support; before wincing again when she felt an extra strong kick being delivered to her ribs, her little girl was finally awake again. Pedro’s hands immediately rushing to her stomach, shushing his little baby at the same time, he was in awe at her sheer strength. His lips meeting the stretch marks on his wife’s belly, his eyes marvelled in awe at how beautifully they were spread on her skin, the marks telling a story of how she was carrying his baby, their baby. Their princesa

“mi princesa, no le hagas daño a tu madre, she takes such good care of you, making sure you’re safe and healthy in her amazing beautiful body. Take care inside there okay? You can kick papa all you want when we meet you, but for now stay calm mi princess, te amo mucho”

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no le hagas daño a tu madre = Don’t hurt your mother

PSA: This was so cute to write I loved it so much🫶 So I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it :)

*All Spanish came from online as i’m not fluent, if something needs corrected please let me know :)*

See you guys at the next update 🫶

[holmesianlove]

Chapter 24 -  Pudding

The next morning, John was in a good mood, working in the kitchen. The evening with Sherlock had been quite lovely in the end, just the two of them, alone together. He realised he hadn’t finished speaking to Sherlock about the case, though. Sherlock had been to see his brother, hence he'd needed the ice cream too, but didn’t say why. So when Sherlock strolled in to find the mess surrounding John, his face a little horrified, John already jumped in to distract him.

“Was he mad?” John asked.

“Who?” Sherlock looked confused. 

He was already dressed. Looking nice for this time of morning. Perhaps he was about to go out for the day. Should John have checked if they had a case first? Had John forgotten something they were doing entirely?

“Mycroft. Was he mad that the case wasn't as exciting as he had hoped? You didn’t say.” 

“Oh. He'll get over it,” Sherlock said with a flippant hand gesture.

“Did you still get paid, though?” John turned to ask.

“Yes, we got paid,” Sherlock corrected.

“Good,” John said, nodding as he worked. 

“What are you doing in here, then? It smells amazing,” Sherlock sighed, walking in and looking around. Every surface was a mess, all covered in bowls and flour, and spices.

“I thought I'd cook a Christmas pudding. I found my Nan’s recipe.”

“Really? You've never done that before,” Sherlock said, surprised.

“I was feeling inspired by all the sweet goodness on our trip,” he said with a laugh. “Well, actually, I also promised Molly I would bring… something to the party.” He grimaced. Sherlock was not thrilled about having to go in the first place.

Sherlock flashed him an annoyed look.

“I know. I know. And you wanted to get out of going. I know.”

Sherlock went straight to the kettle to make tea. 

“Anyway, I agreed to bake some cookies - simple enough. And then, when I was looking through my recipes I found the pudding recipe and I thought I’d make that just for us... to have, before you go away for Christmas.” John looked around him at the mess and suddenly felt overwhelmed. 

“Can I help?” Sherlock asked, noticing John's distress.

“You ah… you want to help?” John asked, looking surprised and nervous at the offer.

“Yes, John. I want to help. Put me to good use. Just let me have a tea first.”

“You’re not doing anything today?” he checked.

“Nope. Free as a bird,” he said with a smile. He grabbed his tea and moved over to a chair placing his cup on the one corner of the table that was clear of cooking paraphernalia.

“Ok. Sure. Here, put an apron on or that posh shirt of yours will get ruined.” John handed him an apron from the cupboard and then set about trying to organise the chaos a bit, now that he had someone else involved in it. Once Sherlock had finished his tea, John passed him a bowl with dough in it and a rolling pin.

Sherlock still managed to make wearing an apron look sexy. It irritated John - making it hard for him to focus. He set Sherlock to rolling out dough and pressing the biscuit cutter into it, making different Christmas shapes and placing them on the tray for baking. For a while they worked in silence, just concentrating on what they were doing. John mixed his soaked fruit into the bowl of dry ingredients and got the pudding mixture sorted.

“This is nice. I feel like we usually don't share in the cooking together,” he said finally.

“I’ve made you cook too often,” Sherlock rushed to reply.

“It's alright. I don't mind doing it so long as you don't mind my terrible cooking,” John laughed. 

“Your cooking isn’t terrible.”

“Well, I’m not a terrible cook. I don't know, I just assume you are more accustomed to nicer food.” John blushed at the admission. His basic cooking kept them alive, he supposed. It was sustenance, but it wasn’t fine dining.

“John, we get takeaway when I’m in charge, or when you’re tired. When you make time to cook, it means something. To me, at least.”

“Well, I appreciate that. And that you don’t, you know, make fun of my cooking. I'm sure you can cook too.”

“Yes, I can, and I have done so on occasion, but when my brain's busy and my body's tired, I struggle to sum up the energy. My brain often doesn't have room left to think about what I want to cook, or what I could cook, or what I should cook… or if we have the ingredients… or when I'll have time to go to the shops to get the ingredients. You just have this ability to look at what's in the fridge and make something up. I can't do that.”

“You're a chemist!” John exclaimed. “I would have thought potions would be your specialty.”

“No, funnily enough. At least, I don't do that with food, so much as actual chemicals. Not advisable for the kitchen.” 

“Yeah, all right, genius,” John teased. "Hasn't stopped you running experiments in here, has it."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. His experiments on the kitchen table were always a source of heated conversation. “But honestly, John, that's a skill. I can follow a recipe and I've cooked some very fancy, very impressive things when I was younger, but I'm following someone else's recipe with ingredients they've told me to buy. You can just improvise and I am constantly in awe of that.”

“Okay, that makes me feel a little bit better. Keep going with the compliments.” He flashed Sherlock a grin and his eyes sparkled with joy.

“I really like that one you do with the… with the minced meat?”

John laughed. “Mystery mince?” 

“Is that what you call it?” Sherlock chuckled.

“Yes, but it's just a bunch of stuff from the cupboard. It's just a mix of herbs and leftover veg and mince on toast it's not rocket science.”

“Well, I like it.” Sherlock lifted his chin defiantly.

“Good to know.” John chuckled to himself. “It feels good to know that I can still impress a genius.”

“You are a physician, John, you're not an idiot.”

“No, I know. You're just… very intimidating.”

“Me?” Sherlock looked shocked.

“Yes. You’re very—“

Sherlock’s brow creased as he watched John. Was that really what he thought? Was that why he was so nervous all the time? 

“You're very scathing sometimes... very unforgiving of people who you think are stupid. And I am prone to a lot of stupid things. So…” He looked down at his bowl, suddenly embarrassed he’d said anything.

“Oh, John, you're not even close to the idiots we see the rest of the time. You are an army surgeon. Are you seriously suggesting that I would think that you are stupid?” Sherlock asked.

John thought about it, and while they occasionally called each other idiot, he knew it was more in an affectionate way, somehow. A term of endearment. He’d used it on Sherlock too, and Sherlock Holmes was no idiot. He never meant it like that. “Well, I suppose when you say it like that, it sounds silly.”

“Perfectly ridiculous,” Sherlock said. He went back to working the dough. “John, maybe I’ve never said it to you directly. But you are one of the smartest people I know. I happen to have one of the fastest, most complex minds in the world. The skills I have are not are not particularly usual for the average human. So sometimes it seems like I expect everyone to be like me, but I know that I'm peculiar. You might have a more normal brain in comparison, but you are highly intelligent, highly accomplished. You have skills I've never even dreamed of having… to open up a human? To cut them open and understand what you're looking at? And fix them? At that level? Fascinating,” he sighed. “I find you fascinating.” 

John was lost for words. Sherlock had certainly never said that before. “I just always thought you lumped me in with the rest of the idiots.” He blushed.

“John, I wouldn't let you live here with me if I thought you were stupid. Quite honestly. You should know better than that.” He tilted his head and gave John a look of disbelief.

“Well, thank you, that's all the Christmas present I need.” He smiled at Sherlock and his friend looked back at him.

John was always fascinated with how Sherlock’s eyes changed colour, like a mood ring. Depending on his mood, or what he wore, his eyes shifted. And right now they were the most beautiful blue, while they were looking at John. Stunning. He didn’t mean to but he licked his lips nervously, lost for words. “Looks like you’re… ah… out of dough. Why don’t you pop those trays in the oven. Set the timer for eight minutes,” he said, returning his focus to the task.

He set about getting the pudding on to boil and then began making the icing for the biscuits, as Sherlock churned out more biscuits like a professional. Those violin-skilled fingers manipulated the dough and the biscuit cutters in a beautiful choreography that John kept finding himself watching. He was always rough and clumsy when he made them.

When the timer went off, Sherlock jumped up excitedly, and grabbed the tea towels to pull out the first tray of biscuits, eager to see how his handy work had gone. When he turned there was no bench space.

“John… if you could just…”

John’s thoughts were a million miles away. Sherlock, meanwhile, had grabbed both trays - one in each hand. So his hands were full, and the heat from the trays was burning through to his fingers now. 

“John!” Sherlock said more forcefully.

John spun around in a hurry, lifting the spoon out of the bowl, which managed to flick green icing across onto Sherlock’s cheek. He snorted and then realised the situation. “Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry. Here, let me help.” John moved to the bench and frantically shifted his recipe pages and a used bowl and put down some cork board to take the heat of the trays. “Sorry,” he said again.

Sherlock dropped both trays down, and let the tea towels drop to the floor as he shook his hands out. The heat had worked through to his fingers but not enough to burn them.

“Are you alright?” John asked.

“Yes, sorry, I should have thought about the bench space…”

“No. My fault,” John said then smiled. “Come here.”

Sherlock’s brow furrowed.

“I got… icing…” John moved to Sherlock and reached up his thumb, to wipe the icing away.

Sherlock froze at the action and watched John intently. John’s only focus seemed to be on the icing splatter, but he moved his thumb slowly, deliberately across Sherlock’s cheek, pressing ever so slightly to wipe it off. John’s eyes were suddenly captivated by the little freckles on the rise of Sherlock’s cheek, just above the icing, and the trail of colour it still left on his skin. Without meaning anything by it, without thinking, he moved his thumb to his own lips and sucked the icing away. Sherlock’s pupils dilated at the suggestive gesture, which John had apparently done unconsciously.

“Green,” John said quietly, with a smile, as he moved away, back to his stirring.

“Hmmm?” Sherlock hummed in question, words escaping him in the moment.

“You have green on your face. Finally I have my revenge,” John said with a cheeky smile.

“Oh.” Sherlock’s lips formed a circle as his brain caught up. “Oh right, yes. Ha!” He tried to settle his brain and bring himself back to his task. John hadn’t meant anything by it all. Just friendly teasing. He bent down and grabbed the towels from the floor and set about moving the biscuits silently to some cooling racks so he could place more biscuits on the trays, then get the next batch in the oven.

He turned and without thinking, he used the tea towel to flick at John’s leg. Revenge indeed.

John spun around, icing covered spoon in hand, in shock. “Oh it's like that is it?” he teased, his brow shooting up, recognising the threat of a food war.

“It could be like that,” Sherlock said, raising his brow as well, pausing to see what John would do.

They both started giggling at themselves, and Sherlock adjusted his grip on the tea towel, as if he was ready for battle. John walked closer to stand right in front of Sherlock, spoon poised, spine tall ready for the challenge. But something in Sherlock’s eyes changed when he got that close and all of a sudden the tension between them shifted. John’s smile dropped and he couldn’t take his eyes off Sherlock’s. They were trying to say something without words and John so wanted to hear what it was. He wanted to believe that the things racing around his own head might be reciprocated in his flatmate. In his friend. His best friend. His eyes searched Sherlock’s face for answers, but he wasn’t giving anything away. Sherlock’s eyes had shifted to that shade of blue again, and he was watching John just as closely, but the message wasn’t transmitting loud enough. John couldn’t read it.

Sherlock bent ever so slightly forward and John sucked in a quiet breath, suddenly feeling like Sherlock might actually kiss him. Maybe he was feeling the same, maybe this was the moment that would change everything. He didn’t move, he didn’t dare. What if he bridged the distance and Sherlock had not intended to do that. He would never survive the humiliation. He froze to the spot.

"John, there's something I..."

And then the timer startled them both. Sherlock pulled back and the tension shifted. Sherlock pushed past John and opened the oven to remove the next batch of biscuits and the whole moment was gone.

John stood staring into the void in front of him where Sherlock had been, trying to reconcile what he thought might have been happening, what had Sherlock wanted to say, and what did it all mean?

Posting early as today will be busy for me. Merry Christmas Eve to you all! Thanks for the support and comments and for following along. Hang in there! The next few will lead you to your resolution!!

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[luminouslywriting]

Bob characters having a size kink

Hi Nonny! I'm only going to do the men that I think this applies to lol, so bear with me! If there's someone you specifically wanted to see, you'll have to let me know haha! But hopefully this is okay?? I kinda felt out of my depth here lol, but I gave it my best. As always, my requests are open and I'm always happy to get spam haha!

More under the cut, cut for length, spice under the cut:

Ronald Speirs:

-Listen, this man enjoys being the person that's physically dominating in a relationship. It helps him feel more secure and he certainly finds a shorter S/O more appealing.

-He likes to be able to tuck his head into their shoulder or to be able to hug you just right

-But when it comes to sex haha? There's just so much of him to take and he's definitely a soft! dom who encourages you to take as much of him as you can in any way

-This leads to a lot of different positioning and trying to figure out how it's all going to work best—over the course of several rendezvous and over the course of several practice sessions of trying to ensure it'll all work out

Bill Guarnere:

-Specifically looks to date someone smaller than him....however thick thighs are a bonus for this man, so curves are not a problem and probably preferred

-He's particularly well toned and defined—and though he's not physically domineering, he does like being the bigger person especially when it comes to sex. There's something about how you fit against him in a smaller way that's really sexy for him.

-Prefers to take you against walls so that height isn't as much of an issue

-Is more willing to try crazy positions so that it can be more comfortable or enjoyable for both of you

Joe Toye:

-Listen, this man likes comparing the size of his hand to the size of your hands already

-Soft! dom?? Absolutely. This is a man who likes being at least a full head taller than you

-Definitely uses height/looks related nicknames in the bedroom and prefers being on top—but is super super patient with you and how much you can take at a time

-The best at aftercare for a smaller S/O and very attentive to their needs/boundaries

Bull Randleman:

-I mean, really, are we surprised?? This man is MASSIVE and so anyone he dates is going to be smaller than him haha

-However, he enjoys the confidence that comes from being with a smaller S/O....which definitely plays into a daddy kink haha

-Placing you in a seated position to level out height is probably easiest for him

-Absolutely enamored with the size difference between the two of you and everything that it entails

[heartfullofleeches]

milk crew reaction receiven nudes from reader

[suggestive]

Strawberry: Oh wow- Give a guy a little head's up next time. The most innocent about it and just says you look amazing and leaves it there - until he realizes you may want something in return.

Vanilla: Unexpected, but she's not one to complain nor waste opportunity. If she's in a position to, she'll send you a photo back with compliments straight out of romance novel (possibly one she had on hand)

Milk Tea: About time, but secondly how dare you not be around to take care of what you've caused. Demands you drop whatever you're doing and come over - if he's not speeding to your location instead

Ginger: Is in her shop twenty four seven and probably injures herself getting to her phone. Sends you a picture of her bandaged hand and two simple words "Send more."

Rootbeer: Eyes bulging out of his head, heart stopping. Cowboy will sprint to the nearest drugstore to find a pair of glasses that'll work for the time to see you in all your glory. At the end of it, he just sends a picture of his empty bed and "your place, or mine?"

Cherry: "I was in need of some motivation for practice. If only I could have the real thing though" You hear her skates at your door not even a minute later

Spice: "Dear, please. You are gorgeous as always, but I am working." Acts civilized, but the second the bar is clear he's rushing to the back to rub one out and go into heavy detail about what thoughts your photos conjured throughout the day.

Oat: "That's nice, love." Leaves it there or she would go into how lovely you'd look tied up.

Chocolate: "On my way. Move or put any clothes on and we'll have a problem."

Banana: Leaves you on read. This isn't malicious by any means, Banana is just easily flustered and has never seen anyone naked before. Compliments the wall behind you and hates herself for it later.

Peach: Responds with pictures of her in some lingerie she had conveniently lying around. The second you get that "Omw" text is when she's right outside your window.

Cotton Candy: Uses your nudes for reference in their art or starts commenting on what paints would go well on you since it's pretty hard to paint with one hand.

Eggnog: Very conflicted. High chance they're living in your attic during this and they don't know what to do. Should they go down? No - you would've said so in your message. Do you want to see them? No - they aren't pretty like you. Eventually works up to courage to send you a picture of them shirtless just to see where things go

Screamsicle: Sends you a picture of one of their skeletons dressed in one of the sexy costumes they've made along with a cheesy pick up line. This is to distract they're afraid of what you'll say if they send you pictures of themself as they are a bit self conscious about being one of the smallest height and muscle wise hybrids... and you're the hottest person they've ever seen

Mint: Sends a few emojis and a picture of themselves naked plain and simple. Some stuff about you sitting on their face later in conversation too

Apple: Please don't make the doctor horny at work. Their thoughts are on you enough already. If you send nudes during work they'll have no choice but to close shop early because they're too caught up on your photos. After hours are free game and they will be at your door momentarily

Licorice: Calls you so you can hear what your little offering is doing for him. That's what you wanted, right? Depending on the day, those sounds might even come from inside your closet.

[somedaylazysomeday]

A Deal With a Demon - Part Four

You try to help Beetlejuice set up the store's information, but you both get a little distracted.

Beetlejuice x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 4100

Warnings: References to demons and witchcraft, background references to a sex shop, oral sex (fem receiving), coming untouched.

Previous | Masterlist

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You took a deep breath in through your nose, reveling in the rush of it: Halloween. Or, as witches knew it, All Hallows’ Eve. 

Witches with a strong connection to nature got a little more out of the solstices - dark and light at winter and spring, respectively - but All Hallows’ Eve was more egalitarian. 

It was a magical time for everyone, really. The changing leaves were just at their most vibrant and the skies stretched a pale blue overhead. The crisp chill of fall gave each breath a hint of spice and the ground felt solid as iron beneath your booted feet. Spices from baked treats and flavored drinks filled the air. The world seemed to be simultaneously holding its breath and flinging itself vicariously through every moment.

The magic was growing stronger. It felt like you were tapping into the power without any effort at all, and the energy danced over your skin like a series of tingling electric shocks. 

Your senses were heightened, too. Your sight (and Sight) was improved, and you could hear even the faintest sound with clarity. A thousand invisible textures danced under your fingertips, and you could smell anything in the neighborhood from your home.

Which was why you hardly needed Beetlejuice to voice his complaints aloud: “This is so boring.” 

“You’re the one who decided to start a small business,” you pointed out, watching the leaves flutter past the open window. It was far more relaxing than focusing on the pouting pleasure demon in your living room or the intimidating number of forms spread around your ancient laptop. 

When you sensed that Beetlejuice was getting ready to launch another complaint, you gave him a stern look. “And you’re the one who decided that hypnotizing someone to give you a business license was better than doing all of the paperwork.” 

“It is better,” he muttered mutinously. “So why are we doin’ all-a this?” 

“Because,” you explained again, “if someone goes to dig up information about the store - and they will - everything needs to be legitimate.”

Maybe the explanation was harsher than was strictly necessary, but this was the dozenth time you had delivered it. You had run out of patience several hours before and relied on magical means instead. When Beetlejuice’s expression went pouty yet again, you drained what was left of the calming potion at your elbow. Well, technically, second calming potion. You had chugged the first to keep from committing murder against a being who was already dead. 

Wait. Were demons technically alive even though they had never been born? And if they couldn’t be said to be alive, they could hardly be dead, either. Maybe demons existed somewhere outside of the alive/dead dichotomy. 

You shook off the philosophical musings as Beetlejuice started muttering to himself. 

That was certainly enough of that. You weren’t about to let a petulant demon ruin your day, especially not All Hallows’ Eve. “Beetlejuice.” 

The demon in question flinched violently at your use of his name. When he saw the sternness on your face, he seemed to settle in for work. “Okay, fine, let’s do paperwork. But I’m not gonna be excited about it.” 

“Noted,” you said dryly. “Luckily for you, I’ve done most of the hard work myself. I just need some information about dates and where the funding is supposedly from. And we need to pick a new name.” 

“Ooh, a new name,” Beetlejuice said, instantly distracted by that. “What were ya thinkin’? I know I said you could change it, but I kinda like the one we got now...”

“No, it needs to be changed,” you reminded him. “If for no other reason than that it’s not very sexy.” 

Beetlejuice looked offended, baring greenish teeth at that. “Are you sayin’ my name’s not sexy, toots?” 

“It’s not,” you confirmed, but hurried to offer more of an explanation. “But only because the customers haven’t met you yet. You’re not sexy because of your name; the name is sexy because of you.”

“Oh.” He visibly relaxed. “That’s true. I am pretty irresistible.” 

You glanced at a spare piece of paper, hiding a smile. If Beetlejuice was always going to be this easily managed, maybe there was hope for this store. “I have a few ideas written down if you want to take a look. Let me know if there are any that stand out.” 

“Boring,” Beetlejuice announced, scorching a hole through the first name with his fingertip. He continued down the list even as the edges of the first hole continued to smoke and curl. “Overused. Stupid. Boring. Boring. Boring.” 

By your count, that was all of the names you had written. “Well, I guess I’m going to have to find a new copy of that particular form…”

“It needs to be something catchy,” Beetlejuice said, ignoring you and tossing the paper away in favor of framing an imaginary sign in the air. You did your best to listen as you scrambled to pick up the smoldering paper before it caught anything on fire. “It needs to snap, ya know? Grab your attention. But still be somethin’ we can work with. The name can’t overpower the store itself. Otherwise, it’s like… Ya know when you meet the worst, most boring person, but they’ve got a name like… like…”

“Beetlejuice?” you supplied dryly. 

He pointed a blackened fingernail at you. “Watch it, babes. That’s two digs at my name and two times you’ve used it. I’m gonna start taking it personally.” 

“Wish you’d take your business seriously,” you quipped, only partially joking. 

“That’s it,” he growled, eyes flashing in a way that felt more like an animal’s eyes at night than a person. Honestly, deer should have come to mind given your typical life experiences, but all you could think of was a crocodile. “I’m done listenin’ to this kind of abuse.” 

“Is there a different kind you’d prefer?” you asked, betting on the fact that Beetlejuice hadn’t seen enough old movies to be familiar with the joke. 

Sure enough, it took him a moment to work through that, but after he had finished absorbing it, his stained fingertips shot out in your direction. The grasp on your upper arm wasn’t tight, but it was… odd. Beetlejuice’s hands didn’t have the right amount of give in them, not like a normal person’s.

Before you could be swept away in another round of philosophical musings about demons, Beetlejuice used that grip to pull you toward himself. 

You watched, fascinated as his figure grew larger in your perspective, then he was gone. It wasn’t until your hands and knees hit the floor that you realized he had let you go mid-pull, flinging you past himself and onto the ground. 

“What the fuck?” you demanded. 

At the same time, Beetlejuice asked, “What the fuck?” 

While you were glaring at him, the demon was staring down at his own hands, studying them like he would see something moving beneath his pale, dirt-stained skin. 

You took a moment to collect yourself, making sure nothing was broken, sprained, or otherwise damaged. With that done, you tried to demand to know why Beetlejuice had tossed you across the room, but he was so busy talking to you that he didn’t answer any of your questions. And, to be fair, you weren’t answering any of his. And so, you decided to be the bigger person and stop talking. (It definitely wasn’t because you couldn’t concentrate if both of you were speaking at once and trying was going to give you a migraine. Not at all.)

“Fine!” you snapped, throwing your hands in the air and scrambling to your feet. “You talk first. Go!” 

“What the fuck was that? Why are you crawling with magic?” Beetlejuice demanded. Something in his tone told you it wasn’t the first time he had asked it. 

You gave him the stare that deserved. Maybe demons didn’t have as strong a connection to the day as witches, but there was no way he couldn’t feel the way magic hung thick in the air. You could feel it pulse, feel it breathe. You could have been locked in a windowless basement, wrapped in a tarp, and suffering from history’s worst head cold and you still would have known what day it was.

But you tried to be kind. It helped that you counted to ten, then twenty as you took your position on the couch once more. That brief break helped keep your tone even as you answered, “It’s All Hallows’ Eve.” 

Beetlejuice looked blank for a moment, then let out a cackle that belonged on every Halloween sound effect CD you’d grown up hearing. “That explains the power. The way it’s just spillin’ outta you.” 

The way he said it turned an already-odd statement into something dirty. When he licked his lips, tongue only serving to draw attention to his overly sharp teeth, you could tell it had been on purpose. “Don’t you dare. We still have work to do.” 

“C’mon, babes,” he purred, clearly not dissuaded by your sharp tone. “You know I feed on sex. It’ll make both of us feel better.” 

“And then I end up doing the rest of this by myself?” you demanded, gesturing broadly to the mass of papers across your coffee table. “I’ll pass, thanks. At least choose a name. Then we’ll have sex before you leave. Okay?” 

“I think better when my dick doesn’t have dibs on the blood supply,” Beetlejuice countered, unabashedly adjusting himself. “It just makes sense - I suck a little power from the person I fuck and ya have way too much power going on right now. I’m not gonna be able to focus until the two of us get down and dirty.”

“Well, we can cross sweet-talking off your list of skills,” you said dryly. 

Beetlejuice scoffed. “Toots, we both know dirty talk is the most important skill. Fuck sweet-talking. Besides, we both know how good I am with my tongue.” 

You rolled your eyes, though it wasn’t easy to look away from the dizzying display created by his waggling eyebrows. “Beej…” 

“Okay, I’ll make a deal with ya.” That got your attention. If there was one thing Beetlejuice took seriously, it was a deal. “Lemme remind ya how much ya like my tongue, then I’ll do as much boring paperwork as ya want.”

It seemed like a good deal. That in itself was suspicious. You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t you disappear as soon as the terms of the deal are complete?” 

“What? No, that’s not true! Who told ya-?” Beetlejuice dropped his offended act when you didn’t seem even slightly convinced. “Okay, I usually do, but it’s not a requirement. It’s just a convenient out, ya know? But I don’t have to leave right away. Don’t’cha remember the first deal we made?”

“Yeah, I do remember,” you admitted. The demon nodded, but otherwise, kept watching you expectantly. You sighed despite yourself. You didn’t want to break your concentration streak, but Beetlejuice had already done that. And you couldn’t deny that part of you was eager to see how the extra power would impact sex. 

So you fixed Beetlejuice with a hard stare. “And you promise that you’ll actually help afterward?” 

“Absolutely, doll,” he said, nodding too many times. “Anything ya want, I’ll do it. I promise. I swear.” 

“And it’s not going to hurt when you siphon power from me?” you checked. 

He shrugged. “Ya haven’t complained any of the other times.” 

The suspicion you felt must have been clear on your face, since Beetlejuice rose up on his knees. With the broken springs and worn cushions of your couch, your faces were on the same level. “One way to check.” 

Well, surely there was nothing to lose by this point… You leaned forward, tasting the mossy rain scent of Beetlejuice on the air an instant before your lips met. Someone gasped and you weren’t entirely sure whether it was you or the demon. The power had gathered where you touched him, like static electricity in a globe. It focused on the places where your skin touched, making your lips and tongue tingle as you explored just how strong an effect the magic had on you.

When you parted, both you and Beetlejuice were panting. He watched you intently, pupils blown wide with desire. You couldn’t blame him - it had felt amazing, and if he was right, you were actually losing power. How incredible would it feel if you had been gaining it instead?

“Okay,” you relented. “I guess we can- ah!”

Without warning, Beetlejuice worked his magic and stripped every stitch of clothing from you. His shirt was gone, but he was still wearing his pants. One grubby sock clung to his foot. If pressed, you would have bet that he didn’t own a pair of socks, let alone wear them. 

Before you could begin processing that, he had muscled his way between your legs and grabbed behind your knees. After a hard yank, he buried his face between your legs as you gasped and clutched his head.

Your hands flew to his hair, burying in the thick, shockingly soft strands as you tried to catch your breath and moan at the same time. “Beetle-”

Sharp teeth sank into the tender skin of your inner thigh and you let out a soft cry. “None’a that. You know the rules,” Beetlejuice murmured against you, kissing your leg gently before he set to work sucking a mark into your flesh. Just as the pressure of his lips seemed to reach an apex, the magic felt like it took a deep breath, gathering where Beetlejuice was pressed. 

The resulting pulse of magic made you groan… and pulled a whimper out of Beetlejuice. 

Before you could fully soak that noise in, though it was echoing deliciously in your ears, Beetlejuice moved back toward more sensitive places. His tongue slid out of his mouth… and out… and out, until the tip of it was wriggling against you without him moving any closer to your core. It was disturbing, almost enough to shake you from your lustful stupor, but then it brushed over your clit and you stopped caring. 

 Beetlejuice reined himself in, bringing his tongue back to a normal length as he nosed up and down your slit, laving everything with attention. Well, almost everything. He seemed to be pointedly avoiding your clit then. Part of you was grumpy about that, but with the intensity of everything else, you had to wonder if you would survive him making direct contact with all of the nerves gathered there. 

But you hardly had a moment to note the lack of stimulation before your attention was drawn elsewhere. One thick, cool finger pierced the heart of you and thrust ever deeper until it was buried as far as he could reach. The intrusion felt sharp and intense, but right in a way that felt far too important considering that it was nothing more than a finger. 

You knew he was a powerful demon and you had a half a beat to wonder if he could shift forms, or alter his usual one. Gifting himself several extra mouths and tongues was the only way you could picture him being everywhere it felt like he was. 

Of course, all of those musings were there one instant and gone the next. That was approximately how long it took the sensations to hit you, and then the only thing you could do was desperately bury your hands in Beetlejuice’s hair and ride his tongue.

He gave you plenty to work with, too. He had proven several times that he had far too long a tongue for a typical human, and he seemed determined to coax every inch of it into the tight clasp of your core. As soon as you got used to the odd flexibility of the muscle inside of you, your body clenched so hard that you thought you would push him back out. At any rate, you were quickly getting addicted to the sensation. 

When Beetlejuice withdrew his tongue, it was to give his full attention to that wonderfully sensitive bud at the top of your slit. He didn’t ease into it - no, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard. 

You shrieked, thighs fighting to close and push him out, but the demon simply tossed your legs over his shoulders. With your calves and feet dangling helplessly down his back, your kicks were ineffective. You were utterly at his mercy as he feasted on you, and Beetlejuice had never struck you as the merciful type. Your hips danced in his steely grip and even you couldn’t tell whether you were trying to move closer to him or further away. 

Your climax hit you out of nowhere, fully blindsiding both you and Beetlejuice. Your throat hurt with the noises you were forcing from it, but you couldn’t hear any of them. The flood of pleasure rushing through your brain made it ignore silly things, like your sense of hearing. Your fingers were sank deep in Beetlejuice’s hair, wrapped so tightly that your fingers ached with it. You used that grip to hold him against you, hips bucking as you rode his face.

The orgasm was like a feedback loop - the sounds he made sent a wave of wetness between your thighs and a wave of magic absolutely everywhere on your body. When the magic tingled its way through you, it impacted Beetlejuice as well. He was moaning helplessly, fingers convulsing on your hips. The few times you were able to pry your eyes open, you found that he had his closed. 

The pleasure stretched on and on, lasting until your body was aching and your folds were too sensitive to be touched. Beetlejuice was still working you, trying to draw out sensations that had already concluded. You couldn’t fully blame him, though: you were still holding him in place and he didn’t have a choice. 

When you managed to release your grip on his hair, Beetlejuice flopped backward, the hard impact leaving him sprawled on the floor. 

“That was… incredible,” you panted out at last.

“You’re tellin’ me, babes,” Beetlejuice said, sitting up with a wince and a glance at his crotch. “If I don’t take care’a this soon, I’m gonna peel off some skin with these pants.”

“Did you..?” you started, trailing off awkwardly. Ridiculous as it was, it seemed indelicate to ask your demonic lover if he had come in his pants. Instead, you just gave a vague sort of wave. “You know…”

“Go off like a kid who just saw his first nudie mag?” Beetlejuice asked, waggling his eyebrows. “Yeah, sure fuckin’ did.” 

“‘Nudie mag’?” you echoed, grimacing. “Are you a Beastie Boy circa 1992? Never say that again.”

“That song was ‘86, but fine,” he agreed easily. “How about-?”

“Why didn’t you just magic your pants away when you did everything else?” you asked loudly, talking over the first of what promised to be a long list of euphemisms for porn. 

“Hey, it takes a lot of concentration to do what I do,” Beetlejuice informed you haughtily. “And I was a little occupied. It seemed more important to get ya naked than make sure I was, too. Just couldn’t wait to get my mouth on that cunt…” 

His gaze got a little intent at that. Your face warmed with embarrassment and your core gave a throb of either eagerness or dismay, you weren’t sure which. But since you weren’t ready to even think about going for another round, you put on your sternest look and tone. “Beetlejuice.”

“Okay, okay,” he agreed gracelessly. “I got my shirt off, but the pants… Well, it’s a delicate area. I actually went too far the other way. This isn’t even mine.” 

You watched Beetlejuice’s toes wriggling in the filthy sock - especially easy given the large hole over his big toe - and shook your head. “Anyway, I hope that was enough of a break for you. We still have work to do for your store.” 

Beetlejuice pursed his lips and made a loud farting sound. “I still think the name is fine.” 

“Yeah?” you asked challengingly. “Let me go ahead and try it out: Bee-”

A mossy-smelling hand clapped over your mouth before you could fully finish the first syllable. “Anyone ever told ya that you’re too mean for how pretty you are?” 

You would have accused him of sucking up if he didn’t sound so disgruntled. “No.” 

Beetlejuice didn’t seem to have any trouble deciphering the muffled word you’d said behind his hand. “Then you’re either meaner to me than you are to them or they’re idiots.”

“Enough sweet talk practice,” you declared. “What do you want to name your store?” 

“I dunno.” Beetlejuice folded one arm behind his head, and there was something about the angle of his elbow that looked either painful or inhuman. You started getting dizzy when you thought about it, so you focused on the wet spot on the crotch of his obnoxiously striped pants to distract yourself. It worked remarkably well. 

Beetlejuice was, of course, fully unaware of your inner distraction. He sighed, rolling his eyes so hard that you could only see the blankness of sclera between his eyelids. “Can’t we do somethin’ easy, like ‘Wicked’?” 

“I think there could be some confusion there,” you reminded him, half-chuckling. Your amusement faded when Beetlejuice gave you a nonplussed stare. “You know, the hit Broadway musical about a girl with green skin? Could be a relative, you know, though I don’t think hers was rot.”

“Mold,” he corrected. “I have mold, not rot. I wish I had rot. And I don’t really keep up on the Broadway musicals, toots. They’re always canceling the good ones and sending them out on a tour that’s probably just as good, but lacks the dependability of a permanent theater.” 

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “Just… not Wicked, okay?”

“Sure, fine,” Beetlejuice agreed, sticking his tongue out in concentration. “What about somethin’ that means the same thing?” 

“A synonym?” you mused. “Sure. Let’s see… Bad, wrong, evil, corrupt…”

“Nah, not the right vibe.” 

You nodded. “There are other meanings that lean more into the religious aspect of things, if that’s more along the lines of what you want. Immoral, ungodly, unholy…”

“Unholy has a nice ring to it,” Beetlejuice admitted. “But I don’t wanna give people the wrong idea. My store has plenty of holes in it.” 

Even when you made the noise that boast deserved, Beetlejuice was still grinning. You decided to push past it. “Hateful, rotten, villainous, impure, sinful…”

“That one,” Beetlejuice said decisively, sitting up and running a hand over the hair that you had mussed so thoroughly. “Sinful. It’s got everything I like. Sinning… and being… full. Yeah, Sinful. We’ll have to change the logo.” 

You nodded slowly, trying to commit his choice to memory. You really weren’t ready to stand up yet.

“And we’ll have to change the border.” When you glanced down, Beetlejuice was giving you a knowing look. “I know how much you don’t like the dick snake.” 

“I thought it was clever, having it designed as an ouroboros,” you objected. “Maybe we should add lips to where it’s eating the head. Then it’ll look more like a blow job and less like torture.” 

“Whatever floats their boat,” Beetlejuice told you with a shrug. “I don’t object to a little C&B torture.”

“Okay, I’m done with this conversation.” You stood from the couch, brushing random fuzz from your bare ass. There was a price to be paid for being naked and sweating on cushions that were falling apart. “Give me my clothes back. Now that you’ve picked a name, I can get started on all of the branding.” 

“Ooh, branding is fun.” 

You didn’t need to be psychic to know that he wasn’t talking about company branding… or to recognize that he was messing with you. Rather than reacting, you just threw a skeptical stare over your shoulder. “If you say so. Once we’ve figured out the logo, you can get it branded somewhere delicate. Now, are you giving me my clothes back or do I have to go find something to wear?” 

Beetlejuice pouted, but your clothes were back in a moment. In recognition of his lack of complaining, you decided not to mention that you were missing underwear. 

Again.

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Author's Note - Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween! In case I offended anyone, I have not had the chance to watch Beetlejuice the Musical on tour. I'm sure it's just as good, but I couldn't resist a little fourth-wall breaking.

I don't offer a taglist for mature works, but you can find more on my masterlist.

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness, Pt. 2 (Story)

Mall Madness, Pt. 2: Fun in the Food Court

(Princess Heather: I’ll be telling the rest of this story. Connor is over tonight and Brandi’s hands…and mouth, are full with “Daddy Time.” 😈)

Ashleigh and I had a blast playing dress-up for Brandi, trying on outfit after outfit and teasing her relentlessly. We even made out a few times just to spice things up! The poor little sissy just couldn't handle it. I rolled my eyes dramatically, ignoring his suffering. "Ugh sissy, you're just not making this fun for us. None of these outfits are cute enough, clearly!" And seriously, by this point, he was a total mess, begging for mercy and leaking precum everywhere. Ashleigh and I just laughed. “I guess we’ll just have to try again at Adult World tomorrow. I know how much you love all their sexy leather outfits Brandi,” I winked.

Ashleigh laughed; “aww, it looks like Brandi is a little fussy. Do you think he needs a diapee change?” I looked down at my watch as we walked out of the fitting room; “Let's see, what time is it?” Before I could let Ashleigh in on the next part of our day, I realized we were being watched again by our new friend. “Oh, hi Kylie!” I waved, it was cute how almost nervous she looked. “Oh, were you waiting for us?” She kind of stared at her feet; “I was about to take my lunch break and…” I smiled at Ashleigh, I knew this girl would be fun! “Perfect timing, we were just about to go feed Brandi in the food court. You should totally join us!”

“Does he like, enjoy this?” Kylie finally, walking all the way to the food court with us totally silent. “Oh girl,” I laughed as I reached into the diaper bag; “you have so much to learn!” I pulled out the cute pink baby bowl and spoon I brought for Brandi. It had little cartoon characters on it too! “Who cares what this sissy wants? She's constantly gagged, she can't even speak up for herself.” I held up the bowl; “I mean look at this; she probably hates every minute of being fed in public, but it won’t stop me from doing it! When she's not gagged, she's begging for mercy or for me to let her cum. But I don't care, I own her and she's going to act like she loves it. 

"Come on, Brandi," I said with a smug grin as I snatched the pacifier out of her mouth. "Don't be afraid to tell Ms. Kylie how much you enjoy being a sissy. We all know it's true." It was always the highlight of my day, seeing Brandi's resistance crushed. "I wuv being a sissy baby for Mommy," she tried to say with the lisp she's required to speak with. 

"Such a good little girl," I praised, rummaging through the diaper bag again. "Looks like it's time for some num-nums for our sissy. Is her tummy grumbling?" Brandi’s eyes got so wide when she realized what was happening. “No! Please no!” She shrieked, drawing almost the whole room’s attention. “Not here! Please Heather!” 

I hit Brandi so hard that she started crying and made even more of a scene. "Please!" She begged, trying to escape from our scheduled "lunch." This was shaping up to be even more fun than I anticipated. "Brandi, you know the rules. You only refer to me as Mommy," I reminded her, slapping her once more. "And how dare you embarrass me in public like this? Now all these nice people are staring at us. Do you know how embarrassed I am to have a disobedient sissy like you?" I scolded. "Well, you know what they say, sissy. If you humiliate me, I'll humiliate you even worse..."

I huffed, in mock anger; "alright, sissy-kins, listen up. You're already stuck in your stroller," I seethed sitting back down, "so you better start eating your lunch like a good little girl. And I already have a punishment in mind for your little temper tantrum, so don't even think about making it worse." Kylie, bless her heart, was nervous again. She asked what he was having for lunch, and Ashleigh and I just laughed. "You'll see," Ash said gently, "don't worry, it's lots of fun for Brandi,” I laughed as I finally reveal three used condoms.

Kylie erupted in laughter as she finally caught on. "There's no way!" She cackled, her eyes glued to the sight of me squeezing the first condom into the bowl. "Just you wait..." Ashleigh chimed in, joining in on the laughter. "He's not going to..." I nodded, completing the task of emptying the condom's contents. "Yep, all of it. These are my boyfriend's condoms!" Kylie could not contain herself, continuing to laugh as she watched me scoop up the cum with a spoon.

"What a pathetic loser!" She squealed, completely entertained by the humiliating act. "Open up, sissy.” I cooed, “here comes the airplane!"

"He really lets you do this?!” Kylie asked in amazement and disgust. “I keep telling you girl, I do whatever I want!” I said with a sly smile as I watched Brandi reluctantly swallow the spoonful of cum. "I don't care how Brandi feels about anything." I grabbed another spoonful and held it up to her lips. "Open up, princess." Brandi pouted and shook her head, but I pinched her nose shut until she had no choice but to open her mouth.

"There we go, good girl," I cooed as she finally swallowed. "Isn’t that yummy?" I let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like we'll just have to take it slow and make sure her tummy doesn't get upset."

Just to torment Brandi more, I made sure to give her smaller spoonfuls, just to prolong the humiliation. "Do you want to feed her?" I asked Kylie with a cheeky grin, offering her the bowl and spoon. "Oh, um..." she stammered, clearly unsure. "Just be your badass self, babe. Boys respect girls who know how to ruin their lives," I said with a wink as I slid the bowl towards her. "Yeah," Ashleigh chimed in. "Just tell her 'open wide! Here comes Daddy!'" 

“Eww!” Kylie giggled as she watched Brandi eat more cum. “She probably swallows more than I do!” We were all having a good time, laughing and taunting the sissy as we watched her obediently eat all three condoms worth of cum like a good little slut. “Too bad sissy,” I winked; “I’m sure you’re still hungry! Maybe after we clean you up and punish you, we’ll find someone who can refill your bowl!” Kylie was excited now; “how are you going to punish him?”

I stood up and dragged Brandi and his stroller to the men's bathroom with a wicked giggle. "She’ll have to wait and see," I taunted as we entered. Quickly locking the door behind us, I freed Brandi from his restraints and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor in front of the urinal. "Stay right there, loser!" I shouted, pressing my shoe down on his head. "How dare you embarrass me in public like that!" I demanded, shoving his face towards the grimy tile. "Stick your tongue out and clean up this piss, now!"

“Worthless sissy slut!” I screamed, making her cry when I pushed her face down onto that gross, dirty floor. "Ugh, seriously? You can't even lick up piss properly, you pathetic sissy!" I yelled and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over to the urinal. "Since you can't clean the floor, maybe you can clean this..." I forced her face into the urinal and flushed. "Suck it up, sissy!"

Ashleigh and I exchanged worried glances as there was a loud knock at the door. “I got it…” Kylie smiled. She marched over to the door and let in a cute college jock. She introduced him as her boyfriend, Brad, and explained that he was here to help us. And then, to my surprise, she revealed that she had promised him a blowjob if he followed our instructions without asking any questions. God I was so proud!

"Brad, can you get the little sissy something to drink? She looks so thirsty." I couldn't help but laugh as Brad unzipped his pants and approached the trembling sissy. "Right next to his tongue," Ashleigh added, not even trying to hide how excited she was to watch this. "Don't miss a single drop, slut," I hissed in Brandi's ear. It was hilarious to see the sissy having to lap up the stranger's piss from the urinal walls.

"Make sure you get it all," I scoffed, forcibly pushing Brandi's head into the urinal. "Don't waste good piss." I looked over to see Kylie, who was watching her boyfriend's cock grow stuff while she was stroking it. "Great news, sissy!" she squealed in an exaggerated baby voice. "Brad said he'll fill your baba with his man milk so you can have a nice treat on the way home. A whole bottle, can you believe it?!"

Kylie was totally getting in on it. "We just have to work together to make sure he cums sissy”, she winked. I mean, who knew she had it in her! She lowered her head onto Brad's cock, but made sure to keep eye contact with Brandi the whole time. Meanwhile, I was holding onto Brandi’s hair and shoulders, forcing him to watch as Kylie worked her magic and made Brad moan.

"I'm going to give my real man boyfriend a proper blowjob as a thank you for pissing in your mouth!" Kylie said with a seductive voice while she worked over her boyfriend’s dick. She looked like an absolute pornstar. That girl knew how to suck a dick! "Afterwards, you can very nicely ask Mr. Brad if you may worship his cock."

Kylie was going to town on that cock like a champ, really getting Brad all worked up. Ashleigh and I just shared a look as we saw Brad's whole body shaking. Wow, she went from shy to blowing her boyfriend in front of us! "Uh oh," Kylie teased, wiping her mouth and smirking at poor Brandi. "Looks like I made him cum already. Guess it's up to you to get him hard again, sweetie. And trust me, you'll have to work extra hard after that! But don't worry, I have a trick up my sleeve... a little rough deep throat session always does the trick after about ten minutes."

“Better get to work, sissy,” I laughed, dragging him into the center of the room. “I think Ms. Kylie and I are going to become close friends. I don’t want you to disappoint her!!”

The end.

[asshlyyyy]

Pretty Boy

Don't get me wrong, I love all the fluff I am writing, but boy oh boy... I need something to spice it up. I need angst! I need some juicy juicy drama if you know what i mean.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this piece short. However, I am hoping to get out some more pieces. I just know that once summer comes I'll have so much time to write! It seems so far but... I finish the end of April so!

Masterlist

Pairing: Elvis (or Austin!Elvis) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I miss anything!

Word Count: 649

Check out the Request here!

Your favorite time was when you were able to lay in bed with your boyfriend. And you meant more than just when you two went to sleep. It would be early in the morning and you two have just woken up. You two would find comfort in each other's arms. Talk about your lives and just enjoy the moment.

“When I was younger I was a little rascal.” You started your story. Elvis let out a gasp and shook his head. 

“No way,” Elvis stated in disbelief. You rolled his eyes playfully at him and pushed him gently over. 

“Let me finish,” you giggled, “as I was saying… My parents used to take me around to the bakery a lot. I just about put my hand in anything. The proofed bread, the cinnamon, the toppings. You name it I did it. There was one time when my mother was baking cinnamon rolls and we were putting the icing on and I just ate it. It was all over my face, in my hair… it was everywhere.”

“So that’s why you eat so many cinnamon rolls,” Elvis said in a questioning tone.

“Well, I love cinnamon rolls. I especially loved the icing my mother made. Put the two together, I was a very happy toddler.” 

“I can just imagine icing all over your face.” He smiled and pulled you closer. You looked up at him and returned his smile with one of your own. 

“When you’re not home I just make icing and eat it.” You told him. He raised his eyebrow at you. He was trying to decide if you did in fact do that, or if you were just lying to him. “I’m lying, Elvis.” You giggled.

“Right well… I wouldn’t put it past you or your rascal's ways.” You hummed at his response and brought your hand up to his face.

“You’re very pretty, Elvis.”

“Pretty?” Elvis questioned your compliment. You nodded and ran your hand through his hair. 

“Sure, you’re handsome…. Hot… sexy… but you’re very pretty.” You smiled. Elvis didn’t understand what his insides were doing. In fact, he thought he was having a heart attack. Being called pretty was definitely new to him and he liked it. 

“That’s new,” he commented and looked up at the ceiling. 

“I’ll be sure to say it more often then.” You smiled and sat up. You threw your leg over his waist and stared down at him. “Because you’re my pretty boy.”

“Now you’re makin’ it weird,” he laughed gently and pulled you closer. He pressed his lips onto yours for a sweet sensational kiss. “I like when you call me pretty though.” He admitted after you two pulled apart. 

“Yeah?” You said with a small smile.

“Mhm,” he nodded and wrapped his arms around him. 

“Well, I love you. My pretty pretty pretty pretty angel.” You poked his cheek after every pretty.

“I love you too.”

“Okay, now it’s your turn.” You brought up. He let out a hum and thought about what story to tell you. 

“For my birthday one year when I was much younger, ma mama got me my first guitar.”

“Elvis, I already know this story-“

“Let me finish,” he pressed his finger against your lips. “As I was saying… she got me my first guitar. I didn’ really want it. In fact, I would instead have gotten a bike or something a normal kid would like.”

“Okay…?” You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I wanted a bike so that I could ride to the rock of eternity.” You smiled softly at his response. You ran your fingers along his jawline. 

“I have a feeling you’re already there, Elvis.” You kissed him gently. Elvis smiled against your lips and gave you a squeeze. There was no way in hell that he deserved you, but he made sure to thank God every night. 

Mutual Taglist: @babyhoneypresley @emmymaehereeeeee @venus-haze @austinstyles

[oddballwriter]

Cash Only

Summary: You and Jake decide to spice up your sex life with some roleplay involving you being a client and him being a stripper that you paid for a private session.

Warnings: First of all, SMUT. Stripper/client roleplay, roleplay, character penetration, cross-dressing (kinda? if you squint). The reader's gender and pronouns are never stated or mentioned, nor is their actual sexual anatomy said outright but they do penetrate Jake so you can envision it as either being a strap-on or a dick, whichever is needed for you. Jake does call the reader 'papi' and it's mentioned that they are wearing a suit as well. Unprotected sex (always wear protection). Solicitation??? Idk if it's solicitation when it's in the context of a stripper/client roleplay between a couple.

Author’s Snip: Here's the Jake part to my little idea of roleplay with the moon boys where they're in the submissive roles. I'm still trying to think of something for Marc so again, if you have any ideas just shoot them at me.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,349

“Are you done yet?” you call out to Jake from your spot on the couch. “Gimme another minute!” he responds from the bathroom, “Don’t rush perfection,” he says as a means of thinking out loud but also as a lighthearted tease. “You’re already hot. Why not just come out so we can get the show going already?” you question. “I wanna be real sexy if I’m gonna give you a show,” Jake answers. You hum at his reasoning.

“What do you want me to call you?” Jake asks. “Call me whatever you want, sugar.” you taunt.

After another beat, you hear footsteps come towards you from behind and when Jake makes the turn to reveal his outfit, shocked positively is one word you could use to describe it. There Jake was, wearing nothing but a pair of short brief style bottoms that seemed to be made of a fancy black fabric that did cover up the important bits but still didn’t leave anything up for imagination, paired with stockings and garterbelt, and some heels. Where he got all this is a mystery to you but you knew you had to give him credit for going all out with his role. 

“Are you the one who paid for a private session?” Jake asks in a sultry tone, doing his character. You clear your throat and get into yours, loosening your tie to release the heat quickly radiating off your body,  “Yes I am.” you say with some confidence. “I hope I’m not too much for you. You seem a bit nervous, papi.” Jake teases. “Oh, not at all. Why don’t you come over here and have a seat so I can get a closer look at you, sugar.” you pat your lap. Jake’s smile twitches with a gush at the name before walking over and taking his assigned seat, wrapping his arms around your neck. “Oh wow,” you gawk, “You’re a pretty one.” you coo. “I bet you’ve got a whole line of clients waiting for you after me. Huh?” you hum as you put a hand on Jake’s waist and the other on his thigh. 

He tuts and brushes your hands away, “No touching. Those are the rules.”. You playfully roll your eyes with a scoff, “Come on. I’m not doing anything.” you argue. “Well, unless you’re willing to pay a bit extra no touching the display.” Jake comments. You give him a smirk and pull out a twenty-dollar bill from your suit pocket. You knew Jake was expecting you to find some other way to keep your hands on him, but you thought it would be funny to actually pay for it, and the brief widening of his eyes and the falter of his mouth, as he tries not to let out a laugh, shows that it wasn’t in vain. Jake recollects himself and takes to twenty, tucking it into his garterbelt, “Okay, but no touching the main bits.” he falsely warns, you just nod in compliance, for now.

You spend a moment improv speaking like a rich client. That’s not the important part, the important part that you’ve been doing with the talking is caressing Jake’s waist and thighs, working lower to his hips and a bit of his ass and more into his inner thigh to butter him up, keeping to the fake rules set up. It’s not too hard and Jake was already hard from all the sweet talking and coming in to start the roleplay. You’ve also been coaxing Jake’s position from simply sitting on your lap to straddling you. 

“Hey,” Jake warns as he pushes on your chest but you move your hands to his hips to keep him in place. “What? I like you better in this position,” you smirk. “I know what you’re trying to do,” Jake says as he clearly fakes trying to get off of you. You pull him back, causing his erection to rub against you and earn a stifled moan. “Come on, sugar. How much do I gotta pay for it?” you taunt as you squeeze his ass. “How much do you got in that pocket?” he taunts in a breathy voice. “How about a hundred for a good ride and you keep calling me by that little nickname you’ve been saying?” you say as you pull out the dollar bill. “Whatever you want, papi~” he growls. 

You smile and start tearing off his bottoms to get to business. You might be playing a client with a stripper but you aren’t going to be like them and not have something to help it go down, so you pull out a mini bottle of lube from one of your other pockets to prep Jake. You spread some of the substance on your fingers and place them along Jake’s hole. You carefully push them in and guide Jake into riding on them for a little, pushing him up and down by his hip. “Don’t go too fast, I don’t want you to tire yourself out before the real fun starts,” you say before placing your lips on his neck to suck at the skin. Jake just nods and lets you guide his movements as you get the lube set. 

Once you’re done, you take off your pants and line yourself up with Jake. “Are you ready, sugar?” you ask mockingly before pushing yourself in and moving Jake’s hips before he can speak. Instead, all Jake can do in response is choke back a moan. The sound of his ass hitting your thighs as you make him bounce fills the room along with Jake’s vibrant moans as he feels you inside of him occasionally being replaced with moaned “papi”. 

After aiding Jake in the pace you let go of his hips and put your hands casually on his thighs. Jake falters, genuinely letting you set the motions for him. “Come on, sugar. Keep going. Ride it like you want the extra pay.” you urge him. You lean in closer to whisper in his ear, “If you can move on the pole out there then you can move on this one.” you mock. Jake does as told, trying his best to keep the fast pace moaning as he goes down and feeling you hit all the right spots and the band in his gut stretch tighter the more he goes on. If he didn’t already sound pornographic then he sure does now.

The longer he goes the more sloppy he gets with his climax hot on his heels and yours coming up soon as well. You decide that he needs help finishing it up and so you grip his hips again, this time going harder. “Just come for me, sugar. Your ass getting tight will do it for me,” you pant. You don’t get a response from Jake but you can tell by his louder more desperate moans and cries that he’s doing just that.

His noises gain a little more pitch before you feel him tighten around you as he comes, getting a little of his cum on his stomach and your suit but you don’t mind the mess due to you letting loose and slamming Jake down completely as you come yourself. After a moment of catching both of your breaths and coming off your highs. Jake is still taking deep breaths when you’ve recollected yourself but you take it as a shot to be cheeky. 

You take the hundred-dollar bill and an extra ten-dollar and slide it between his teeth. “The ten’s for being a good fuck.” you say as you go in to kiss him on the cheek. Jake takes the bills out of his mouth and looks at them. “How the hell did you get all this cash in the pockets without me seeing you were on the couch the whole time?” he questions. 

“I got a few extra if you’ll give me an extra round or two,” you say as you peek them out with a smirk. “Shit, you can have them for free if you’re going to be fucking me like this all night.”

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[kpopsexstories]

Hi fellow kpop smut readers! I need to ask your help: to come up with Winwin's sex story!

Today I reached a milestone: I just finished the first full draft of Taeil's story, which means that I now only have two NCT smut stories left to write.

If you've been following along with my Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT smut series, you know that there are six members left: XiaoJun, Taeil, Jeno, Jaemin, Lucas and Winwin.

How far along am I?

I've been working on all six of these simultaneously for a few months. Jaemin's story was the first to be finished, followed by XiaoJun.

Jeno's story was completed yesterday, and today I had a fit of inspiration and finished Taeil's story, which I'm very happy with.

Those four stories are now done – the first draft that is, I still need to edit, improve and finally proofread all of them. But the hard part is over.

For Lucas, I have an idea that is too tailored and perfect for him not to write it. But no matter how many times I try, I only manage to get part way, before I feel like the whole thing is shit. Still, because the idea fits him so well, I am determined to keep trying and eventually get it right.

That leaves only one member: Winwin

In Winwin's case, I have written maybe 5 different stories over the course of the last six months. I've trashed every single one of them, except in once case where I ended up using it as the story for a completely different member. I thought it was a better fit, and that story has already been published.

In my current draft – and I don't mind sharing this since I likely won't end up using it – Winwin meets a girl during a ski trip in the Northeast mountains of Korea, and ends up having sex with her in the snow in a forest. But because they're clothed and in ski gear, it's just not sexy enough.

I simply cannot seem to come up with a story that I feel fits Winwin's personality and real life experiences. Maybe it's because it's not someone I find particularly interesting or sexy (apart from his adorable wide ears 😍). He's simply not a member that stands out enough to me to feel like I'm doing him justice.

So, I thought it would be okay if I asked for a little help. Maybe you have an idea that will make it click for me?

If you think you might – and only if you don't mind sharing it – send me an Ask. I'll go through any suggestions I might receive, in an attempt to get inspired.

If this little exercise fails, I might end up using the ski trip story after all, and spice it up with more sex in a warmer place. But at the moment, I feel completely stuck on this one.

Would you help shape the final "season" of this series? 😊 Thanks in advance if you do!

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Not-Incorrect Quotes, Halloween Editon

[Context: Alice auditioned for a scare house and was hired on the spot to replace someone who'd quit suddenly; as a result, she was only able to send a quick text to Victor and Smiler saying she got the job and would tell them about it later]

Alice: [jumps out of a corner in the scare house, covered in fake blood and waving a knife] ARRRGH!

Pair Of Sisters: [scream and run on to the next performer]

Alice: [hides again and jumps out at the next passersby] ARRRGH!

Frat Bro: [screams surprisingly high-pitched and flees]

Alice: [hides again and jumps out at the next couple] ARRRGH!

Victor & Smiler, out on a date: [yelp -- then stop dead as they recognize Alice]

Alice: [also freezes as she recognizes them] ...

Victor: So this is where you were hired!

Smiler: [grins and waves] Hi bestie!

Alice: [trying not to laugh] Don't call me that, I'm trying to murder you.

--

Smiler: [entering the house fresh off a shift at Sunny Brews] Hey, I'm home!

Victor: [getting off the couch to greet them] Welcome back! I hope you had a --

Victor: [pauses, then leans in and sniffs Smiler] Goodness, you smell -- really good.

Alice: [getting up as well] They what? [goes in for a sniff too] Huh. You do smell good. Very -- fall?

Smiler: Yeah, that'll be the fifty million pumpkin spice lattes I made today.

--

Victoria: [showing the trio and Emily a new treat recipe she wanted to try out] And now you pipe your meringue on top of the cookie base in a swirl, like so.

Smiler: [looking at the resultant swirl with a raised eyebrow]

Victor: [guessing at what they're thinking] No.

Alice: [also guessing] Besides, it's white.

Smiler: ...that just sent my mind off in a different direction.

Victor: NO.

--

[Context: Victor, Alice, and Smiler are watching The Nightmare Before Christmas with Smiler's other coaster friends]

Thirteen: [glancing over at Victor and jerking her head toward the TV and Halloweentown] So, is that what your hometown looks like?

Victor: Har har. I'll have you know it's not nearly that colorful.

Rita: So more like the town in Frankenweenie, gotcha.

Oblivion: Does Jack come to your family reunions?

Victor: Come on, I don't look that much like a Tim Burton character.

Alice: You really do.

Smiler: You're one oddball corpse-revival away from starring in one of his movies.

Victor: [fake pouts] You're all mean.

Smiler: [winks] And we already know you like spirals.

Victor: [deep blush] Can we go back to watching the movie?

--

Alice: [sidles up to Victor drawing something and leans over him, grinning and showing off fake vampire fangs] Hi darling.

Victor: [glances up at her with a smile -- then does a double take when he notices the teeth] Oh! Ah, hello.

Alice: [still grinning, running a finger along Victor's neck] Like them? I got them just for you.

Victor: [visibly swallows] Ah -- they're -- they're very nice.

Smiler: [abruptly appears at the door in a lab coat and yellow spiral-pattern goggles, lounging against the frame in a way that's meant to be sexy] I understand someone in here needs some serious brainwashing?

Victor & Alice:

Victor: [snorts and turns away to try and hide his laughter]

Alice: [shakes her head, snickering] Way to kill the mood.

Smiler: This is the sexiest outfit in the world and you know it.

--

[after hours at the scare house]

Coworker: Hey, Alice? I saw you kissing some guy behind the attraction on our break --

Alice: Oh, that was my boyfriend, I wasn't making out with a random guest.

Coworker: [fidgeting] Yeah, but -- I saw him come in with some other guy, and kiss him too.

Alice: Oh, that was my boyfriend's themfriend.

Coworker: ???

Alice: We're complicated.

--

[freetheworms]

okay so i’ve had this weird Geraskier trucker AU stuck in my head for a while and i just don’t know if i’ll ever get around to writing it properly, so instead i have compiled my headcanons!

(this got super fucking long somehow, so most of it is under the cut)

so Geralt is a long-haul trucker for a small, family owned company called Witchers Express Transportation (WET for short. haha)

of course it’s his family that owns it. Vesemir started it years ago back in their small town of Kaer Moren as something he could pass onto his boys, and to be honest, they all kind of enjoy the travel and a little solitude, although none as much as Geralt

Geralt truck is black with a wolf emblem on the side, because of course it is. Lambert’s is red with flames on it because he loves to fuck around and also i make the rules. Eskel’s truck is forest green because i just think that’s nice. Coën’s is grey (with flames because Lambert insisted he needed to “spice it up.”) Vesemir mostly stays at HQ and handles orders now, but his old truck was also black. none of that matters but it’s important to me that you know this

Geralt also has a black cat that travels with him in the cab of his truck like those adorable dudes on tiktok. i’ll give you one guess at her name ((it’s Roach. duh))

anyway. Geralt is out on some cross-continent haul, and pulls into a truck stop in Posada one evening, cause y’know. a man’s gotta eat. and drink. and sleep (if he’s lucky)

insert bard. i imagine their first meeting is essentially the same as it is in the show, except Jaskier is playing the ukulele instead of the lute because it’s modern times, and a guitar wouldn’t be playable in the truck. i am big brained

eventually Geralt goes to head back on the road once he and Roach are fed and rested, and finds he has a loud, obnoxiously-dressed shadow following him through the parking lot

“hey, so wait. okay wait. what if i, uh, y’know, came with you? like, in your truck?” Jaskier is running away from his stuffy pompous home life, and this big sexy trucker looks like his very climbable ticket

“you don’t even know where i’m going” Geralt is so not having it.

“well, no. i mean. you could tell me? but i don’t really care, as long as it’s not here!”

“i could kill you” Geralt is putting on his scariest face. it is decidedly not working

“nah, don’t buy it. i feel like murderous truckers don’t have kitten companions,” the idiot kid actually winks at him. “so, where are we going?” Jaskier is already climbing into the truck and Geralt, sweet, awkward Geralt, doesn’t want to have to rip him out of it so he just kind of. goes with it, begrudgingly. the kid probably won’t last long cooped up in the tiny cab, anyway

Geralt is very, very wrong.

Jaskier is happy to sit in the truck and look out the windows, commenting on every weird or mildly interesting thing they drive by. he’s also maybe a little too happy to flirt with Geralt at every given opportunity. Geralt definitely, totally, feels no ways about this, why would you even ask that?

Geralt keeps waiting for him to fuck off at one of the truck stops they pull into, but the kid just keeps coming back

if Geralt waits for the bard to finish his set, or his conquests before he drives off, that is definitely not because he likes the company. nope. he just feels bad for the kid, okay? it’s dangerous for a naive little fancy lad out here

oh, also. Geralt’s radio doesn’t work and Jask thinks that’s the most insane thing about this guy. i mean, travelling for weeks on end with nothing but silence and the occasional meow to listen to? absolutely psychopath behaviour. can’t have that.

so Jaskier spends a lot of his time in the passenger seat, composing songs about the various people he’s met on their travels, or about Geralt, and even once about Roach. Geralt pretends to be annoyed when Jaskier plays them in the cab, but secretly he’s realizing maybe he doesn’t miss the silence as much as he thought

Jaskier still gets himself in trouble sleeping with the wrong people at the inns they frequent, and Geralt of course has to be his Big Beefy Backup™️ when the occasional angry husband or wife tries to skin him in the middle of the motel lobby

Geralt is absolutely not jealous of the people Jask sleeps with. he’s not. nope. no, sir. he’s just annoyed at having to rescue him, is all

and if they share a bed half the time, it’s only because motels are expensive and getting two rooms seems like a waste of money. they’re just being smart!

so, they travel together like this for a couple of years; Geralt making deliveries (and excuses for the weird, overly friendly man constantly in his passenger seat) and Jaskier using all this experience to further his meager singer-songwriter career

they do part ways sometimes so Geralt can go back to Kaer Moren, or so Jaskier can try and record one of his now numerous ballads, but they’ve exchanged phone numbers (for safety!) and they somehow always end up coming back together

Jaskier absolutely did not turn on Geralt’s location sharing so he could “happen to turn up” at the same truck stop as his favourite trucker

so, yeah. they do this little dance around each other for almost 10 years before Geralt’s guilt finally gets the better of him on a bad day. he’s kept Jaskier cooped up in his tiny truck for far too long. it’s selfish. Jask deserves to see the world, and not from behind a windshield. he says as much, one day when they’re stopped in some shitty diner parking lot

Jaskier suggests they take some time off the road then, maybe see the coast together? 

Geralt insists he can’t just leave his job, and that Jaskier should go on to live his actual life without an old grumpy man weighing him down

Jaskier does not take that well. “i’m the one that asked you if i could travel with you, you big brute! you don’t get to be all self-sacrificing about this!”

Geralt does not take Jaskier not taking it well very well. cue yelling. cue Geralt saying things he doesn’t mean about Jaskier holding up his deliveries with his dilly-dallying at stops. about Jaskier never shutting up and being annoying. about how he wishes he’d never met that stupid kid at the truck stop in Posada. 

big “go on! just get outta here you stupid dumb animal!” vibes

cue Mountain Breakup moment. they banter, sure, but Geralt has never actually yelled at him like this. Jask gets out of the truck with a dejected “see you around, Geralt.”

they travel separately for a good few months, almost a year before Geralt starts to think he might go insane in the silence. he even considers fixing his radio, but something about that feels wrong. also he’s a little scared he’ll hear one of Jaskier’s songs play and lose his shit entirely

so eventually Geralt is home at Kaer Moren, moping more than usual, when Eskel somehow notices that Geralt and Jaskier are still sharing locations. Geralt didn’t even know that was a thing you could do??? How long has that been on????

Eskel just gives him this Look and Geralt realizes what he has to do

he sets out to find Jaskier, pinging his phone at some bar just outside Posada

well, thank god he did because he find a tipsy and very scared Jaskier in the back alley, about to get his shit rocked by a group of angry locals whose spouses he probably fucked

Mr. Big Beefy Backup™️ scares the 3 or 4 people off easy enough, but then comes the hard part. time to apologize for being a supreme dickhead, Geralt. go on.

Jaskier is still just standing there in shock because what??? just happened??? why is Geralt here? how is Geralt here? he knows for a fact Geralt would never figure out Jaskier’s location sharing trick on his own; this man can barely figure out how to answer a text. 

he’s about to ask when Geralt finally starts speaking

and it’s an apology? from his Geralt?? okay, maybe he’s drunker than he thought

but no, Geralt really is apologizing, and he looks sincere. in fact, he looks downright miserable as he tells Jaskier he never meant any of it, and he’s so sorry he let his guilt get the better of him. says Jaskier didn’t deserve that hurt, and Geralt would never do it again. he’s really trying to be better. he will be better, just please. he just needs his bard back, if he’ll have him

the silence is deafening as Jaskier just stands there, gaping like a fish

he was going to shut Geralt down, at least for a minute. he was. he’s thought about this moment a zillion times, and he really was going to tell Geralt it wasn’t enough, that he’s worth more than that

but Geralt looks genuinely heartbroken and vulnerable in a way Jaskier’s never seen, and he can’t do it. he doesn’t want to.

so Jaskier steels himself and kisses him instead, because for once, he’s at a loss for words. because he’s a little drunk and he’s wanted this for the better part of a decade. because he’s afraid this is the only chance he’ll get

and when Geralt feverishly returns the kiss, Jaskier knows he’ll happily climb right back into that cramped old truck with him. knows there’s nowhere else he’d rather be than with this big, stupid man that he loves. he says as much

and Geralt smiles, actually grins as he says “i love you too, Jaskier”

Jaskier does set some new boundaries and ground rules between them though, because we stan Growth and Knowing Your Worth. luckily, Geralt is more than happy to oblige

and then they drive off into the sunset together to see the coast :)

also, Jaskier has never been more grateful for Geralt’s broken radio. there’s, uhh, no need for Geralt to hear his latest single, Burn Trucker Burn

wow. okay, well at this point i may as well have written the actual fic but Y’KNOW. maybe i will some day. who knows. let me know if uhhh if anyone would want to read it?? validation is my lifeblood and i’m real nervous about posting this for no reason

also, if anyone else for some reason wants to give this stupid AU a go, please for the love of god, tag me! i’d love to read what you come up with :)

[micedcoffee]

PART 2 LET’S GOOOOOOOO

(continued below the cut <33)

The training montage is so so great. The opening line of the song being “All my friends…” followed by Will doing Bad at jousting practice and Roland calling a supportive “Unlucky!” and Wat saying quietly “I think he’s getting worse” and Roland definitively answering “He is getting worse.” More cinematic gold. Also. Can we talk about the friendship here? I mean—there isn’t much to say. That’s the thing about this sorta stuff. But like. They’re there for their friend even though they know he’s doing Bad

Also. The response to Will’s teasing them being Roland: “Fong him” [cut to next scene]. I’m reading into it sure but like. It’s kinda hard NOT to you know?

Will almost drowning after being so excited about finally doing the training thing right is just. Boys will be boys but in a gender neutral and nonthreatening way you know? It’s good for them to act a little silly at times!!

The last scene where it’s just shot after shot after shot of fake lances breaking as they bang into the fake shield… Violence and destruction. Sillytimes

Okay okay one thing I will say: I can tell from context that the reveal of Will’s shaven face and freshly cut hair is supposed to be enticing. I respect it? But I feel nothing. It’s one of those things that confirms my lesbian status

Chaucer’s entrance is fucking phenomenal. I didn’t forget about it. It just beats repeating. Also?? How bold of the writers of this movie to be like: “Yeah, we’ll include Geoffrey Chaucer, you know, one of the most pretentious smarmy name-drops in the English literary canon, which is already pretentious as fuck, but to spice things up, we’ll introduce him naked, and not in a sexy way. Deans of Literature Studies Departments everywhere will cry with fury and sorrow and write scathing reviews. We know this and we are not afraid”

I should really incorporate “trudging” into my vocabulary more

INTERESTING that they have Chaucer say he’s “lilium inter spinas” when he like. Basically was (in real life) very ahead-of-the-game in. NOT using Latin in his writing? And instead sticking to English, which was considered “lowbrow” or “common” at the time? I’m sure it’s not that deep, but the fact that fake-Chaucer would feel the need to use Latin to prove his smarts right away… I’m thinking

Also funny that the fact that Will, Roland, and Wat don’t know Geoffrey Chaucer from Adam is supposed to be a commentary about how they weren’t educated or whatever but. Nobody knew Chaucer at the time. Not peasants, not nobility, not the members of the church… he only blew up after his death. When he was alive, he was only known amongst the hipsters of the time. I know things

“Hold your tongue, sir, or lose it”/“Now that, I do believe, Sir Ulrich” … Okay I’m seeing where my weird sexual urges may have emerged in my youth—

“‘Belle’ or ‘hell’ rhymes with Nell” and later “… take the good with the bad” I can see they were… TRYING to play with the sacrifice and beauty of descending so far into the torture of romance that you come out the other side as a changed entity of the sublime but.. they failed, chief. No matter I still weird-love the movie

Similar with the “sexism bad” effort to counter that with Jocelyn (the ironic “But sir, my sex are marked by their silence”). Ugh… It’s just a lot more complicated than they gave it credit for! In this kind of movie… could they do it justice? I tend to doubt it… Oh well. They tried

“Simon the Summoner” and “Peter the Pardoner” are actual real-life references to Chaucer characters (not named Simon and Peter) and they’re just STEEPED in very very early homophobia so it’s fair to acknowledge that these guys are the butt of a homophobic joke. I sniff at that. BUT. As a gay person studying literature. I get to think it’s funny. I’M ALLOWED. No-one else is

Also interesting how they confirm Chaucer’s gambling habit. It’s not real-life confirmed but it IS theorized as a thing, because his financial status went up and down and all around at seeming random for no reason

I’m also weird in Will being Chaucer’s savior. I’m weird. I’m weird. I used to just valorize Will without thinking very deeply about it, but now it leaves a sour taste in my mouth that Will forces Chaucer to know what would happen to him if Will DIDN’T rescue him… and the sorrow/fear Chaucer feels. His begging. It’s like. Will is just stroking his own ego, instead of prioritizing doing good…. I’m Thinking…

On a less serious note: fencing (the sport) would’ve been more fun if more screaming of the fans was encouraged. “Stop letting him hit you!”/“Hit him with your sword!”/“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”/etc.

Chaucer’s intros for Will are literally masterpieces. “WE WALK. IN THE GARDEN. OF HIS TURBULENCE”

Aaaand that’s it for pt. 2! I’m not even close to halfway through yet. I’ll have more to say though! You’ll have to kill me if you want me to stop! And you can certainly try!!!! Mwah!!! <333

A Knight’s Tale (pt. 1)

Listen I’m. I’m WEIRD about this movie okay?? I’m weird!!! To avoid giving my loved ones a direct play-by-play I’m here. Giving you guys a play-by-play. Because I can’t just keep it inside you know?? I’ll blow up or something!!

The uncertainty Will shows in his adjustment of the armor and the moment on the tilt when he struggles to position the lance right under his arm MIXED WITH the insistence that he’s “waited [his] whole life for this moment.” I dunno!! It just—I guess for me it really speaks to the Young Me idealizing chivalry and courage and honor and etc. and whatnot and being always unsure whether I could really live up to… it? Of course that’d be before I knew that wasn’t really real. Knighthood was always a dream for dreams, I guess. A real fairytale. An untruth within untruths… all the way down? I SHOULD just leave it behind but… it gets meee, you know? It gets me!! It gets at this feeling in my heart and—arghrghaghrgghhhhhhhhhh

The score is fucking incredible. The lord who hosts the first tournament mouthing along to “rock you” in Queen’s “We Will Rock You” in the most stately/dignified way he can muster. Cinematic gold

AGAIN with Will’s. Bravery and misplaced certainty. It’s naive. It’s frustratingly stupid. But “We could do this. We could be champions.” I !! I want to believe!!!!!

Also contrast that with Roland’s desire for home and Wat’s for food (and the certainty of food) and the fact that Will’s “glory” will get in the way… thinking. I’m THINKING

“Most of it is the guts to take a blow—to strike one. Guts I have!” OUGHHHHHHHHH

OUGHHHH “That [pointing at a hanged man] is nothing. And nothing is right where glory’ll take us”

I’m normal about this lads I’m so normal!!! I’m normal

“God love you, William”/“I know, I know. No-one else will” is on the level of “I’ll take care of you”/“It’s rotten work”/“Not to me. Not if it’s you”

OKAY less than 15 minutes in BUT I’m tired SO I’m going to sleep. BUT YOU’LL HEAR MORE OF MY MASTURBATORY ANALYSIS BELIEVE YOU ME!!!!!!! MWAH!!!

[sakuraryomen01]

Devil's Playground /Devil! Toji x Reader/ [No Nut November drabble]

warnings: devil! toji . part 2 of "Cherry Picker.." . summoning devils/demons . some claiming as well as marking . slapping . pussy drunk! toji . cumshot to the face . breast fucking . clit pinching . belly bulging . size kink . prideful toji . reader has a small fascination with toji's chest . shower sex . wall fucking . taking it from behind . backshot .

plot: summoning Sukuna wasn't enough for you? well.. you try your hand at summoning spells once again, two months later, with the hopes of seeing Sukuna again, but end up with more than you bargained for the first time around!

reader: female reader; has summoned a demon before, why not go for two?

words: 2.958k

a/n:: sorry for the delay, i haven't been well recently, but i am getting better! i will be putting a label on my nsfw drabbles, but you can go to your settings and change whether or not it is hidden for you or not. (unless u r underage, then u cannot change it.)

. . nsfw under the cut . .

Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy!

Here you are. Again. What was wrong with you?

Was Sukuna's cherry popping amazing dick not good enough for you? It had been almost a full month since Sukuna actually visited and you were already missing it?

Him and his tight ass haven't strolled into your bedroom late at night for some time and you've gotten lonely. So, stupidly enough, you decided to try contacting him once again.

Not that thinking about his tight ass was on your mind half the time anyways. No sir, not you...

Now, since you had summoned Sukuna, he told you easier ways to get into contact with him if you wanted a quick fuck. He told you about ouija boards, though you thought it was childish, he was dead serious.

"Remember to ask for my name first, got it?" He had told you, writing down his name and telling you what to specifically say. "It's like my version of getting you getting my phone number. Aren't you lucky, little human?"

You thought you were lucky anyways.

Imagine having a slut demon to your beckon call whenever you wanted to spice up your rather boring life only to not be able to contact him personally and got weird creeps coming through the board instead.

Sukuna was hot, sexy, and even knew what you and your pussy liked as if it was common knowledge. You missing your weird sex-based relationship with him wasn't even the half of it. Ever since you hooked up with him, he always stayed around your house more and in the human world.

Taught you a few things about better summoning methods and so on, but also told you that you had been 'marked' by him of sorts.

"It's usually hard to get a demon to mark you, human. So be happy and love it."

You did, until you failed multiple times to find him!!

After a while, your obsession with getting some action made you pick up the stupid spell book and write some marking for a different demon. It was a real sex demon, it read. An incubus actually.

You've always thought that those kind of demons were rather funny to think about. If only you thought differently when you summoned one.

His hair was jet black and his body was like something out of an anime. Fit to perfection with a chest that looked as if it needed its own bra size, and black tail with a purple tip at its end coiled like a snake's around his leg. There were no wings like Sukuna had, but there were two small horns that were on his forehead, like a devil.

"What the fuck?" He first said, his almost neon like eyes darting around your studio apartment. "Wasn't I just at a pub in the lust ring?"

"Wow," You muttered, your eyes still glued to the sex demon's tits. I mean, chest. Fuck, why do they look like a snack?

The demon looked around for a few moments, eyes gleaming as he sensed more than a little demonic presence from others. “I’m not the first, am I, love?“

“N-No..?” You muttered out, face flushed as he sat down and crossed his legs, tail continuing to curl and coil around his thigh. “Um, what’s your name?”

He raised a brow, looking down at you with a questioning glare. “..It’s Toji Fushiguro. Yours?”

“Y/n, sir.”

Toji chuckled at this, standing from his spot on the couch and leaning down to pet your head. Your face burns at this, looking away and just watching his tail wave and curl near the ground. 

“Aren’t you cute,” Toji cooed, his voice deep enough to make your body have a heart attack. It was so sexy, and rough at the same time. “Calling me sir isn’t going to get you out of the situation. Do you know what summoning an incubus can do to your poor body?”

You shook your head, making Toji laugh once again. You really were adorable.

“Now that I’m here, I can’t leave until you pay me back,” He said calmly, his lips twitching into a smile, a scar decorating it that you hadn't noticed before.

"Pay you?" You asked, your eyes flitting from Toji's to his scar. "As in money?"

The demons smile only widened, a lustful and perverted shine in his almost neon eyes as he lowered his head to yours.

"Didn't you read your silly spellbook, love? You have to pay with your body."

. . .

So that's how you got here? Sitting on your toilet as if nothing was wrong?

"Satan, your pussy is so warm, love," Toji muttered, his fingers curling and pumping into your hole. The stretch making you tremble and ache as Toji's tongue circled your clit.

"Never met a human with such a tasty one, too! Fuck, can't wait to get inside you, doll."

The pet name made you blush, your hips twitching as your thighs shake. An orgasm working its way into your belly as Toji continued to play with your pussy. As it turned out, this particular incubus visited the human realm often for sexual desires since the ones in hell didn't cut it for him.

Though, no matter how much pleasure he was giving you, your mind wandered back to Sukuna. The one that actually took your first, and solved your first problem.

Now, you couldn't help but want him, letting out a soft mewl.

"Gonna let that orgasm out, pretty girl?" Sukuna's voice rang in your head, Toji sensing the insufferable difference in your tone of voice.

Your ass is soft in his hands as he pushes his tongue into your little cunt, swirling around in an attempt to get your attention back. He let out a small growl, the vibrating sensation sent chills down your spine. A gasp mixed with a moan escaping you as you rocked your hips.

"Ah, finally paying attention to me, are you?" Toji teased, making a rather large slurping sound while sucking on your engorged bud. "Whatever you're thinking about, forget it. You focus on me right now."

Letting out a whine, your fingers entangle themselves in the demon's hair. Tugging and pulling ever so gently, watching Toji's eyes shine with lust as his nose pressed against your clit. A lewd smile forming on his face as his swirls his tongue inside your twitching hole.

"You're so warm, doll," He mumbled between your thighs, sending chills up them. "I know it can get hotter. But only if you orgasm that pretty little mind into extinction."

"Wh-Wha..? Mmgh!"

Toji's tongue flicked the hood of your clit, plunging two fingers inside your cunt. Moving them at a rather fast pace that your body wasn't used to feeling so suddenly. Twitching violently above him as your tummy formed a knot, bubbling inside of you as you whimpered loud and lewd.

"Such a pretty voice," The demon nuzzled against your heated core chuckled, scissoring his fingers and licking a stripe between your folds and tickling your hole. "I simply must visit more often if there are cute girls like you up here with the same noises in their mouths."

"T-Toji!" You cried, your back arching as your orgasm hit you suddenly and fiercely. The toilet seat underneath you creaks as you leaned back, tears filling in your eyes as you panted and rubbed them, looking down at the incubus kneeling on the floor.

"..By the rings of hell, you're so cute."

Moments later, Toji's cock was pressed firmly against your chest. Your eyes glossy and confused as you looked up at the male before you, his eyes seeming to glow under the shadows of his bangs. The green hue making a tremor of sexual desires run down your back at straight to your clit.

It throbbed and ached as a single finger from Toji's hand hooked under your top and pulled down until your breasts popped out. A satisfied coo was let out of the demon as he reached down and rubbed both thumbs over your erect nipples, his smile only ever growing at the sight.

Even though they hadn't grown much since your visit from Sukuna, you had put oil over them everyday in hopes they'd get bigger. They did, but only by a cup size..

"Such precious little tits, doll," He praised, his cockhead twitching as your soft mounds pressed against the sides. "Can't wait to fuck 'em like they're begging to."

You blushed at this, looking down as Toji pressed your hands to the sides of your breasts. His cock twitching as he slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, an aroused smile making his teeth appear to shine.

"Aah, such a good girl you are, human," He praised yet again, a pat to your head and rocking his hips faster. Toji's voice became mostly low grunts and hums of satisfaction. "Mmm, your skin is so soft and warm. Haa.. I could fuck your chest forever."

Your breath hitched as you looked down at Toji's cock head; a few beads of cum already starting to form on the slit. At the pace he was going, Toji was going to cum soon anyways, so you pressed your hands around the top and dipped your lips down to flick the pre up with your tongue.

An excited coo left the demon at this, a groan following short after as he gave a few ruts of his hips again. "Aaghh.. Gonna cum, doll!"

Your lips now kissed the tip every moment it came close in it's rapid pace, your tongue licking around every moment it could until the demonic entity gave a final moan and shot his semen all over your face.

A shocked squeak came out of your throat, making the incubus laugh at your covered face. "Hmm, you really are a little wonder, aren't you, doll?"

Minutes appear to go by as Toji starts the shower, warm water shooting from the showerhead. He pulled you into it after him, a blush on your cheeks when you bump right into his chest. It felt soft and warm pressed against your face, but rough and firm at the same time. You hadn't noticed until now the small scars that seemed to litter his skin. Even around his pink nipples, there appeared to be a few small cuts that were almost completely healed.

While you were admiring the numerous marks, Toji's hands had begun to wander across your body. Letting out a soft sigh, Toji closes the shower door behind you and drags his nails across your skin. The plush feeling of you smooshed against him was like every other sexual encounter he had, but not at the same time.

What made you so different?

"You really are like a doll, huh?" Toji questions, his smile seeming to be permanently etched into his features. "Perfect for my hands. So small, too."

He gave your ass an experimental slap, watching the fat jiggle for a moment and then still as you let out a whimper. Toji's cock twitched at this, seeing your eyes shut close as his fingers squeezed the mark.

"My, oh my," He muttered, a seductive growl to his tone. "Are you a pain slut or something? That wasn't even as hard as a real slap would be, yet your pressed against me as if I knocked the wind out of your lungs!"

"M-Mmh.." You mumbled, your sex twitching at the thought of how hard a real slap would feel. You must've become a pervert since you last seen Sukuna. "Sh-Shut up.. it's nothing!"

"Nothing, huh?"

He gave another slap, a harder one this time, making more than just a whimper escape your lips.

Toji's smile only brightened when he finally turned you around and pressed you against the wall, water running down his back and legs as he grinded his hard length between your thighs.

"Let me show you how wet 'nothing' got you, doll," Toji chuckled, his fingers dipping down to play with your twitching clit. "Ah, look at that. You're wetter than ever, huh?"

Your breath hitches as Toji's lips press against the back of your neck, a coo leaving you as they begin peppering small kisses. It was so comforting and arousing at the same time, feeling his fingers swirl around your clit before pushing themselves inside you. Moaning, hearing it create a small echo in the bathroom, you squeezed and massaged Toji's fingers.

Curling and pumping his fingers, Toji's tail lifted and coiled around your thigh, squeezing slightly. "Fuck, I can't wait anymore. I want to be inside and claim you already!"

"M-Mmnn..!" You mewled, looking back and watching as Toji's head hung. His fingers pulling from your insides until you felt his tip rub against your lips.

"Haa.. been a little while since I've last done something like this," He announced, a laugh leaving him as he pushed the tip inside. "But I know fully well that I can 'knock your socks off', as you humans say."

Although the joke was cute, you couldn't laugh as much as croak when Toji's tip became more than just the tip. Feeling him bury his length inside you, stretching more than you had ever felt before. There was a newfound ache deep inside you to, much like when you felt Sukuna's member inside you for the first time.

It was exciting to feel again, if you were honest.

"Finally, I'm deep inside that pussy," Toji sighed, his hand slapping your bruised ass again. "Does it feel good, good girl?"

"Y-Yes!" You whined, your legs shaking as you felt Toji's cock knocking on your wombs entrance. It was so deep inside, it was surprising you could take so much. "S-So much.. It's too deep, Toji!"

The incubus laughed at your cries, grabbing ahold of your hips and thrusting forward into your soft hole. A sob was let out by you, feeling Toji's cock practically splitting you in half. Already your mind was blank, your pussy squelching as Toji started to move.

His hips jutting against you quickly, his pelvis and balls slapping your ass and clit perfectly. Why must he have to search for so long just to fuck when you were here summoning demons?

Honestly, you were so tight and warm, Toji would've sworn you were a virgin before he came along!

"C'mon, keep screaming my name like a good girl!" He said, rutting his cock into your pussy as his hands wandered.

His body loomed over yours as his hands ran up your tummy, feeling his cock bulging inside it until he reached your tits. Squeezing and massaging them as he continued to pummel himself into your sex. So sweet and warm, he didn't even think about leaving.

"Such a good pussy ya got, girlie," Toji groaned in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. "Gotta mark you up so no one touches it ever again, yeah?"

"A-Aah!" Your throat already felt like it was sore from moaning too much, feeling your ass slowly becoming raw as it slapped against his pelvic bone.

With every thrust, every squeeze, Toji could tell you were getting closer. A coo to your tone as you mewled and whimpered, rubbing your bulging tummy as he continued to ruin and destroy it. How could you think when he was fucking you so good?

"Gonna cum yet, pretty girl?" His voice sneered, a chuckle following as soon as you answered with a nod. "Wow, so dumb you can't speak? I must be really doing a number on you, eh?"

You couldn't answer, another orgasm threatening to wash over you, Toji's fingers reaching down and rubbing around your clit. "Are you gonna deny me an orgasm, doll? God, you really are a brat!"

With a cry, you came just as Toji pinched your clit, feeling your pussy constrict and tighten. Pushing him over the edge as he pulled out and released his load on your back. Panting breaths and sweaty bodies, that's what you and Toji were now.

Surprising you missed this kind of thing, just having sex.

"You're such a good girl for taking so much cock," Toji praised once again, your cheeks burning as he pet your head. "Wanna wash up before I go, so stay with me until then."

"What?" You questioned, looking up at the jet black haired demon. "Stay?"

"Yes, stay!"

"Why?"

There was a delay in speaking until a sudden burn manifested on your lower tummy, making you sob. The burning wasn't all bad, but it did hurt to a degree. What was this?

"There ya go," Toji said, reaching around and rubbing the area the burn was now dissipating from. "Got a cute little demonic marking! Quite suits you actually, never felt the need to use it til now though."

You looked down, whimpering at the sight of the mark. "What does that mean?"

"I've just marked you, sweet thing. You're mine now, and no one else it allowed to fuck or touch you as long as that's there."

Sucking in a breath, you looked down and rubbed the new tattoo-like marking. "Oh.."

Then, did Sukuna put one on you, too?

It was over an hour later when Toji actually left, leaving you in your living room where the summoning had taken place to clean up. So Sukuna had marked you to? Where was it? He didn't burn any kind of symbol into your skin like Toji did.

Was Sukuna unable to mark you?

Whatever the reason, it slipped your mind the moment you rested your head on your pillow and fell asleep. Little did you know, that there was someone that had watched the whole thing, and was intent on fixing it and shaking the sin from within you..

___

To Be Continued..

a/n:: i missed toji a little so i decided to write for him, and I hope you guys enjoyed! I think I'll be getting back to posting soon, if not on a regular again. I've got this started very late, I apologize on that, and this is going to be as daily as possible I hope. I will also hold on putting labels.

Request Warnings: You may send in asks and requests for fluffy and smut episodes for NNN! Anyone and anything! (If I do not know the character/anime I will let you know and I hope to not disappoint.)

Have a wonderful day/night and I hope to see you next time!

[hyphyphurray]

Everyone goes through dips in their libido. It happens. But this one seemed to be lasting forever. Sometimes it’s a seasonal thing for me, I dunno. But the want just didn’t seem to be there.

My boyfriend, bless him, tried to adapt. He would wear sexy clothes, or try to initiate things at different times of day- when we woke up, as we were going to sleep, even catching me once in the shower... but I was just never in the mood. I mean, he's a gorgeous guy, don't get me wrong.

“I just don't want to, babe,” I'd say. He'd always try to smile and hide his disappointment, but I could tell he was getting frustrated.

He was always so accommodating. It was almost annoying.

And now as this dry spell creeps onward, I find myself wanting to want. It's sad, really.

I was reading in bed as we settled down, and my boyfriend crawled in next to me, his hand gliding along my side.

“I got you something,” he said.

Internally, I cringed. Oh god, he bought some kind of sex toy, hoping to spice things up.

He smiled, as if he'd seen me wince.

“Don't worry,” he said. “I know you're not in the mood. But you've been tossing in your sleep lately. I found something that should help with that.”

Had I? I wondered. Maybe I'd been more stressed than I originally thought.

He slipped a pair headphones onto my head.

“Just give it a listen before bed,” he said. “It should help.”

He hit something on his phone, and a light pulsing sound filled my ears. He pushed me back onto the pillow and tapped me twice on the chest.

“Just lay back and relax,” he said.

I sighed. Maybe it would help me relax. A voice started telling me to close my eyes and take stock of my body. Where was I holding tension? What would it feel like if it just melted away?

It felt... nice. I felt my breathing slow.

My shoulders were tight.

Breathe in. Out.

My body felt... more relaxed.... less tense...

Breathe in. Out.

In.

Out.

In...

I didn't remember falling asleep. But I woke up the next morning as if I'd slept for two days straight. I rolled my shoulder and stretched. God, I felt great- like I'd had an hour long massage.

My boyfriend was already out of bed. I made my way downstairs.

He grinned at me as I came into the kitchen. He was wearing only a cute pair of blue briefs.

“Good morning,” he said, walking over. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Sleep well?”

“I slept like a rock!” I said. “Whatever that was you had me listen to did wonders!”

“I thought it might,” he said, slipped a hand down to my boxers.

I froze. Crap. He thought that this was why I hadn't wanted to have sex.

“Hey, I feel good, but... I don't really want to...” I trailed off.

“No, boy,” he said, his voice suddenly steely. “You don't want.”

My dick twitched. What the-

“Wanting something is so wishy-washy.”

He slipped his dick out of his briefs.

“You don't want my dick. You need it. Don't you, Needy Boy?”

Something clicked in my head. My cock immediately began filling. My eyes drifted to his dick, also swelling. I couldn't take them off of it.

“You need to suck me off.”

I fell to my knees. God, I did. I needed his dick in my mouth. Now!

My mouth watered. I licked from the base of his shaft all the way to his now hard mushroom head, and then plunged my mouth down on his cock.

I moaned.

Fuck. I needed to suck his dick. More than anything. More than air.

I was rock hard. My head bobbed up and down, over and over.

He moaned and gripped the back of my head.

“Show me, boy,” he said. “Show me how much you need it.”

My cock was like a steel rod. I hadn't been this horny in.... fuck, years!

There was only his dick. And fuck did I need to keep sucking it. It just kept cycling in my head, the need to suck, then sucking, then the need, then sucking...

I was desperate.

“I need you!” I moaned between licks. “Fuck, I need your cock!”

He thrust his hips forward. Again.

“And now boy,” he said between grunts. “You know the difference between want and need.”

His dick was hard in my mouth. I brought it deeper, and deeper, my tongue rubbing back and forth as he thrust into my throat. I moaned, vibrating around it.

“Needy Boy,” he said, tapping me on the forehead. “Needy Boy.”

And suddenly, it was like I was thrown through space. The need I thought I felt before multiplied a hundredfold.

I needed his seed. I needed him to fill me.

I needed to be used.

I needed to be fucked.

I had never needed anything as badly in my entire life as I needed to be facefucked by the god before me.

My hands pulled his hips forward again.

I needed to be used, I needed to be filled by his glorious cock.

I felt him start to buck. His fingers gripped the back of my head.

I needed him to cum. I needed him to finish in me.

He shot. Again and again I felt his dick pulse in my mouth.

My cock, pointed impossibly hard toward the ceiling followed, without my even touching it.

I continued sucking. I needed every last drop.

“Stop,” he said, and slowly pulled me off of his still dripping dick. I looked up at him, helpless.

His eye bore into me from above.

“Tell me how much you need me to fuck you,” he grinned.

An involuntary moan slipped out from my lips.

“I need you,” I said. “I need you to fuck me.”

“You need me to fuck you?” he smiled. “Every morning? Every night?”

“Oh god, yes,” I whispered.

He tapped his cock twice against my cheek.

“Then that's what you'll get, boy,” he said. “Welcome to your new life.”

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(Fuck tumblr for taking down my last attempt to post this)