#x amab reader

[2kiran]

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕monsterfucking. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis. handjob. no protection + preparation. overstimulation. ✶ IN WHICH you unknowingly let the wrong francis inside.

the prospect of you being fired—or worse, being put in a cell—was incredibly likely. enthusiasm of the milkman’s arrival being your final entry request for the day lead to your upcoming demise.

it shouldn’t be on you, both the blame and responsibility. the given identity document had indistinguishable information, merely an artist’s mistake as you finally realize that his eyebrows were just a tad thicker. his eyes were a bit too lively for the real francis.

realization dawned on you a second too late as you feel cold, but strangely simultaneously familiar and unfamiliar hands grab you from behind. before you could reach the rotary phone to contact the D.D.D., he grabbed your wrist and spun your chair around to face him.

francis, or so you thought, had a gentle smile plastered on his face but you knew better to tell that his intentions were far from truly kind. “don’t tell me you were actually going to let them kill me,” your jaw tightened, gaze hardening into a glare. he chuckled, hands landing on the armrests, so dangerously close to yours that were balled in fists to prevent yourself from punching his face.

when you didn’t respond, he continued. leaning in as he shook his head with a scoff, “aw, c’mon. . .we both know that you’re too much of a good sweetheart, yeah? please don’t try that again.” his saccharine voice was improbable, a subtle take of a threat behind his tone.

“you’re gullible enough to think i’d do that for you.” the tension between you was palpable, a thin thread that threatened to break at the tip of his finger. his lips pouted, sadness in his untrue eyes. “me? but you’re the one who let me in here,” he laughed, tone rather arrogant, “and i should thank you for that.”

if he were the real francis, you probably would have been making out with him by now. this doppelgänger was awfully confident, you wish you could break him. see tears fall down to his round cheeks, lips trembling as pleas tumbled out of his pretty lips.

these thoughts were idiotic. but fuck, he was near enough to the milkman, the clueless neighbor who could care less about it all. “want me to spare you? or—” you cut him off, lips connecting with his. francis was surprised, but welcomed it nonetheless. his hand came up to your neck, sliding towards your hair. groaning as he gently, almost experimentally, tugged at it. tongue met tongue, a clash of saliva and mess. you bit onto his bottom lip, eliciting a soft moan.

“mmph, and here i thought you hated me.” he grinned, panting, “what gave you that idea?” you place a kiss on his chin, “because you tried to get rid of me, and the fact that. . .i’m not him.” grabbing his hips, he let out a yelp. he scrambled to hold onto your shoulders for dear life, gasping when he felt your teeth graze against his neck. “seems like i’ve struck a nerve, hu—haah, fuck!”

a lewd moan had escaped him, your teeth sinking into his flesh. it was far from gentle, biting him like you wanted to see him bleed. he was simply a doppelgänger that you stupidly let in, after all.

the pink muscle settled in your mouth lapped at the bite, cueing francis to whimper at the sensation. he moved closer on your lap, grinding against your crotch. the action could’ve been mistaken for something relating to a dog; for he seemed like a bitch in heat. quite uncharacteristic for his kind. “you’re pathetic, mosses.”

francis, beyond belief, was affected by the use of the stolen surname more than you anticipated. his hips trembled, “that’s, haah, not my fault. you made me like this. fucking a– ah! doppelgänger, really? they’d surely co– come for you next.” his cock twitched, spilling pre-cum that formed a wet patch on his boxers. you were a lowly human, another one to get rid of, so why does he feel this way?

silence was met with his words. not until you pull down his pants, taking off what was left until his lower half was bare to you. “oh yeah? you’re letting me fuck you,” your fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, giving a single stroke, “you’re not even trying to fight back against me, honey.”

he whined, beginning to selfishly rut into your palm. “what were you going to say?” francis doesn’t respond and you twist your wrist, a cry slipping from him. you asked on a whim, wishing to hear what he planned besides allowing you to carry on with your life. “i-i don’t know!” your thumb presses down on his slit, causing him to wrack his brain to remember. “ah, ah, i meant to ask if you wa- want me to kill you right he— hmmng!” his voice wobbled as if he was fearful, tears in his eyes and he’s suddenly ethereal.

“do you still want to do that? to end my life?”

“no, no, please, i didn’t mean it.”

you tease the vein that ran on his shaft, never failing to witness the face he makes when he’s within the depths of pleasure; of that high he never dared to reach. oh, if only if it was francis mosses. the real one, the one you’re so curious about, the one who your eyes like to linger on a bit too long for comfort. your pace picks up, palm slick with his pre-cum and the room’s sinful with his sobs and arousal.

francis moans under his breath, “i’m cumming-!” he warns a second too late, hips bucking as the familiar fluid splatters across your fingers. the doppelgänger was your very own legendary mona lisa with how his face is painted with all shades of red.

when you swipe your thumb over his tip, he swore he had a glimpse of the deity he didn’t have the conscience to worship.

beliefs were foolish; it was his opinion. with that, he thought you were the one insane. doppelgängers aren’t flawed with such imperfections like humans are. he didn’t need to be prepared for situations similar to this, and you used his inhumanity for your pleasure.

“ughm, agh!” you had wordlessly given your cock a few pumps, no more than that before slipping inside of his tight hole. the tiniest beginning of guilt threatened to engulf you with shame, but why should you allow it? his mere purpose and intention was to murder.

his hole spasmed around you, freely welcoming the intrusion. maybe they were quite useful after all. he whined, his insides tingling with the stretch. the doppelgänger has never felt so full, or genuinely anything, for that matter. “please—fuck, move already, damnit.” he, himself, was breathless.

how could you deny him?

your hands grasped his hips tightly, like you wanted to indent a marking into his flesh. cold emanated from your palms, contrasting to the heat licking at his cheeks. he’s lighter than you’d expect, hole gripping you as if he was a fleshlight. lifting him up, your tip was held onto. heavenly; as the way he wrapped around you was undeniably heavenly.

sensing his apparent impatience, you let him crash down on you. a broken gasp-of-a-moan occupied the air, globs of pre-cum building on his slit. “yeah, fuck me like that,” he breathed, instructions hazily clear to your sex-deprived brain. his ass slapped, slapped, slapped against you. shit, the D.D.D. surely ought to give you a punishment worse than death for this.

he clung onto you, both with his arms and entrance. you don’t think you could really get enough—as vague as this memory could get. your tip brushes against his prostate with each harsh thrust, slick sounds adding onto the cotton pressed into his little head, forming static and nothing else to focus on besides your cock pounding into him. “you’re liking this- ahngm! right? like how good i feel? haa, needed your dick in me s’ bad. . .”

he pushed his hips forward, grinding on your cock as he purposely clenched. “thaaaat’s it, sweetheart. think ‘m gonna keep you.”

yeah, let’s hope your neighbors forgive you for indulging in him.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

[sleep-0-deprived]

So I'm not sure if your still taking request now, if your not then sorry for sending you this.

But if you are then imagine Sanemi with a reader who got sent the wrong uniform that happens to be girls and designed by the same perverted glasses wearing Kakushi who made Mitsuri uniform.

Reader decideds to wear it just to see what they look like in it before sending it back but Sanemi comes in, sees them wearing it, and proceeds to rearrange their guts for the rest of the day.

DomTop Sanemi x male slayer reader thoughts~! ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

WC:. 818

Tags: wall sex, mirror sex, amab anatomy, reader in female clothes, cross dressing, p N’ A sex, rough sex, neck biting, degrading, hair pullin, bottom male reader ໒꒰ྀི´⸝⸝> ˕ <⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

A/N: I jus haven’t been feelin like writing a fic recently so I jus did some thoughts

Taglist: @yyuinaa @asher-is-hotxp @unstab1eperson2 @silvern1006 @kimisbunny

Just thinking bout sanemi coming over to your estate finding you all dolled up in a skimpy uniform that looks like borderline lingerie on your body, walking up behind you and gripping hold of your pecs, massaging them through the fabric of your uniform while whispering irritated remarks like “who knew one of the slayers best men liked to dress like a woman?” He’d shove you agaisnt the mirror you were standing in front of and just make you look at yourself and watch as he roughly grabs and grips at all your plush spots. Sanemi would reach his hand down under the short skirt part and make you lift your leg up just enough the skirt rides up and exposes your ass for him.

Just thinking bout sanemi who just goes silent seeing your stuff cock standing up under the skirt, he’d retract his hands from your body completely making you let out a disappointed whine while he reaches back and grabs hold of a handful of your hair, jerking it making your eyes meet his in the mirror while he mumbles lewd things in your ears about “what a fucking whore you are, I bet you dressed like this on purpose just wantin to get fucked huh?” You can’t even respond to that because he reaches his free scarred hand down and starts stroking you under the uniform since the uniform didn’t come with any boxers you were already nude underneath.

Just thinking bout sanemi talking you through it, his hand stroking your cock flicking his wrist having your ass pressed to his bulge making you feel what you were gonna take while he has you all hot and bothered dropping your hair letting your head fall and giving the globes of your ass a hard pinch leaving them all tender “you’re leakin a mess pretty boy” sanemi was cocky and he had the strength to back that up so of course he was gonna make it known when he belittled you with pet names, how could he not when he had your cock leaking like a faucet in his hand- god you were so fuckin perfect, if only he wasn’t to prideful to tell you, he’d have to just show you then.

Just thinking bout Sanemi who finally fucks you, he has you mounted from behind huffing in your ears like a wild animal with his hands tight on your hips bitting at your neck while his cock violated your insides leaving them squished and clenching around his cock, if he pulled out he’d bet his cock would glisten from how slick your cavity felt around his dick. “Feels so fucking good around me— you got the pretties cunt I’ve ever felt baby” those words just make you twitch and clench up around him, you were so humiliated seeing yourself getting ruined by the pillar and the worst (best) part was you were wearing a perverse uniform, your legs felt numb but Sanemi reached his hand down and lifted your thigh up again making you squeal when his cock head reaches that tender spot inside you making it feel like a warm sensation trickled down your thighs.

Just thinking bout Sanemi who only comes inside you, he doesn’t wanna waste his seed anywhere unless he knows it’s planted nice and deep inside you, load after load getting pumped into you and you could barely let out a coherent moan when he’d just re positing you and fuck you in a new angle, if there was one thing hashira’s didn’t lack it was stamina because the wind pillar held lots of it. By the end of the day you were all bloated laying on your back with your legs spread wide up in the air getting fucked in a mating press in your bedroom in your estate, you had practically lost most feeling in your legs and all Sanemi could say “c’mon baby I know you can give me one more can’t you? Just one more f’me”

Just thinking bout Sanemi who’s terrible with aftercare, he’d go to Shinobu to get creams for your bite mark covered flesh and for all the places he had fucked raw, come oozing past your weakened ring of muscle, he almost feels pride seeing you laying face down whimpering all sleepy and sore with your ass raised up showing off the handy work he did you you. The uniform still on with the skirt half ridden up to your waist and your pecs practically spilled out of the heart shaped window like a pair of plump tits making him wanna start all over again with you— the hashira meeting wasn’t for another couple of hours so he maybe will…”do you think you can handle a few more rounds for me [name]?” You’d just let out a loud whine at his words not even fitting when he crawled back on top of you.

[boykisser4]

My Sweet Baby

pairing: young naive Kageyama tobio x male reader, nsfw so minors begone

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) male reader, smut, possessive, corruption, pervy m/n, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist, oral, overstimulation, praise

summary: m/n found Kageyama to be as cute as ever. but Kageyama aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, m/n more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let Kageyama forget him.

The library was an eerie sanctuary in the heart of the academy, a bastion of silence where whispers of knowledge danced between the dusty bookshelves. There, in the quietude, sat a young man with a furrowed brow, wrestling with the complexities of a book that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. His name was Kageyama Tobio, a boy whose youthful innocence was as stark as the white pages he studied with feverish intensity.

Entering the library, the m/n couldn't help but notice the desperate look etched on Kageyama's face. With a knowing smile, he approached Kageyama, whose eyes flickered up with hope at the interruption. "Having trouble, Kageyama?" he asked, his voice a gentle caress that seemed to echo in the hallowed space.

Kageyama nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's this assignment," he whispered, his eyes pleading for salvation. "I just don't get it." The m/n's smile grew, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around Kageyama like a warm embrace. "Maybe you just need the right kind of... guidance," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the nape of Kageyama's neck. The younger boy shivered, his pupils dilating at the touch.

"What do you mean?" Kageyama stuttered, his curiosity piqued. The m/n leaned even closer, his breath hot against Kageyama's ear. "I mean, I could help you. But it's going to cost you something," he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. Kageyama swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. He knew what the m/n was implying, but the thought of failing his assignment was too much to bear.

With a shaky nod, Kageyama agreed, his eyes never leaving the m/n's intense gaze. The m/n's smile grew into a grin, his teeth flashing white. He slid his hand down Kageyama's back, resting it possessively on his hip. "Come with me," he said, standing up and offering a hand. Kageyama took it, his palm sweaty, and allowed himself to be led to a secluded corner of the library, where a single desk stood, shrouded by tall bookshelves.

Once there, the m/n pushed Kageyama's chair closer, his thighs brushing against the other boy's. He leaned over, his breath warm against Kageyama's cheek as he pointed at the text. "Let's see what you're dealing with," he said, his tone low and intimate. As Kageyama tried to focus on the words in front of him, he could feel the m/n's eyes scanning his body, lingering on his neck and the soft swell of his chest beneath his shirt. The heat from the older man's body washed over him, making it hard to concentrate.

The m/n's hand began to trace lazy circles on Kageyama's thigh, his fingers inching closer and closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Kageyama's breath hitched, his eyes darting around the library, fearful that someone would see. But the m/n's grip was firm, his gaze unyielding. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "I'll make sure you understand everything."

Kageyama felt his resolve waver, his body responding to the m/n's touch despite his mind screaming for him to stop. The m/n noticed his distraction and leaned in, his teeth grazing Kageyama's earlobe. "You're so cute when you're desperate," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down Kageyama's spine. His hand slid up, cupping Kageyama's growing erection through his pants. "But let's get to work, shall we?"

The lesson began with the m/n explaining the assignment, his voice a soft purr that seemed to coax understanding from the very pages of the book. But his touch remained constant, his hand moving in slow, maddening strokes that had Kageyama squirming in his seat. He tried to focus on the words, but his mind kept drifting to the sensation of the m/n's hand on him, the promise of more just out of reach.

The tension grew with each passing moment, the m/n's grip tightening, his strokes becoming more insistent. Kageyama's cheeks burned, his body betraying him as he grew harder under the older man's touch. His eyes darted to the m/n's, searching for any sign of mercy, but all he found was a glint of possessiveness, a hint of the predator claiming his prey.

The m/n leaned in closer, his nose brushing against Kageyama's neck as he whispered, "You're doing so well, baby. But I think you need a little... incentive." With that, he leaned down and placed a soft, wet kiss just below Kageyama's ear, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Kageyama's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp.

The m/n took the opportunity to slip his hand into Kageyama's pants, his warm fingers wrapping around the younger boy's erection. Kageyama's hips jerked, his eyes snapping back to the m/n's, wide with shock and arousal. "Is this what you want?" the m/n asked, his voice a low growl. "To be mine, to have me help you like this?"

Kageyama's voice was a strangled whisper. "Yes," he managed to croak out, his entire body trembling with need. The m/n smirked, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming faster. "Good boy," he murmured, his other hand coming up to pinch Kageyama's nipple through his shirt. "Keep going, you're almost there."

Kageyama's eyes squeezed shut, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to stifle his moans. The library's silence was a stark contrast to the storm raging within him, the m/n's touch setting him alight. He could feel himself getting closer, his orgasm building like a crescendo in his core.

And just as he was about to reach the peak, the m/n stopped, his hand withdrawing from Kageyama's pants. "Not yet," he said, his voice a command. "You still have work to do." Kageyama whimpered, his body protesting the sudden absence of the m/n's touch. But the m/n was unrelenting, his hand returning to the text. "Focus, baby. You can do it."

The next few minutes were a blur of words and sensations, the m/n's hand guiding Kageyama through the assignment while his other hand teased and tormented him. Each time Kageyama thought he couldn't take it anymore, the m/n would slow down, whispering sweet nothings that kept him on the edge. It was a delicate dance of power and submission, the m/n expertly playing Kageyama's body like an instrument.

Finally, with the assignment completed and Kageyama's mind hazy with lust, the m/n leaned back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Good job," he said, his voice a purr. "Now, let's discuss your payment." Kageyama looked up at him, his eyes glazed with need. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The m/n's smile grew wolfish. "I want you," he said simply, his hand moving back to Kageyama's thigh. "And I want everyone to know it." Kageyama's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widening in shock. "What do you mean?" he stammered.

The m/n leaned in, his mouth hovering over Kageyama's. "I want you to be mine, in every way. And I want to show you off." His hand moved to Kageyama's chin, tilting it up. "You'll be my little exhibitionist, baby. You'll do anything for me, won't you?"

Kageyama's breath hitched, his body responding to the m/n's dominance despite his racing thoughts. He nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes," he breathed, his voice shaking.

The m/n's smile grew, his hand sliding back into Kageyama's pants. "That's what I thought," he murmured, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head of Kageyama's cock. "Now, let's seal the deal."

With a firm grip, the m/n began to stroke Kageyama again, his movements swift and sure. Kageyama's hips bucked, his body begging for release. The m/n leaned in, capturing his mouth in a brutal kiss, claiming him as his own. Kageyama moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping the edge of the desk as the m/n's other hand slipped beneath his shirt, pinching and tweaking his nipples.

The m/n broke the kiss, his teeth grazing Kageyama's bottom lip. "You're going to come for me," he said, his voice a demand. "And when you do, you're going to scream my name so everyone in this library knows who you belong to."

Kageyama's eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. The m/n's hand moved faster, his thumb pressing down in a rhythmic pattern that had Kageyama's toes curling in his shoes. The older man's eyes never left his, a dark promise in their depths that made Kageyama's stomach flip. He tried to hold back the moan building in his chest, but it was a losing battle.

The m/n's other hand slid down to Kageyama's waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving little bruises that made Kageyama's skin tingle. The pressure built, his muscles tightening, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. "Yeah," the m/n encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. "Let it go, baby. Show me how much you want this."

With a strangled cry, Kageyama came, his body arching off the chair. The m/n's hand never stopped moving, drawing out every last drop of pleasure, until Kageyama was boneless, panting heavily. The silence in the library was deafening, the only sound the rustle of pages and the occasional cough to cover the noise. Kageyama's cheeks burned, his eyes downcast, but the m/n didn't let him hide. He leaned in, his voice a gentle command. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, Kageyama lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting the m/n's. The older man's eyes were dark with desire, his own arousal evident in the bulge in his pants. He leaned in, capturing Kageyama's mouth in another kiss, one that was far from gentle. It was a claiming, a branding of ownership that had Kageyama's heart racing even faster.

When they broke apart, the m/n's hand was still on Kageyama's hip, his thumb tracing circles through the sticky mess on his stomach. "Good boy," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before we move on to the next lesson."

Kageyama's eyes widened, realizing that this wasn't the end of their rendezvous. The m/n stood up, pulling Kageyama to his feet and leading him to the bathroom. He pushed him into a stall, locking the door behind them with a decisive click. "Take off your pants," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Kageyama complied, his trembling hands fumbling with his belt. The m/n stepped closer, his own pants now open, his cock standing at attention. He watched Kageyama with a predatory gaze, his eyes hungry. Once Kageyama's pants were around his ankles, the m/n stepped in, his hand wrapping around his throbbing length. "You're so obedient," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "It's going to be so much fun breaking you in."

Kageyama's face was a mask of shock and arousal as the m/n bent him over the sink, his firm grip on his hip keeping him in place. The cold porcelain sent a shiver down Kageyama's spine, a stark contrast to the heat of the m/n's body pressing against him. He could feel the older man's cock against his ass, the tip teasing his entrance. "Please," he whimpered, his voice barely audible.

The m/n chuckled, the sound echoing off the tiles. "Please what?" he taunted, his breath hot against Kageyama's neck. "Please what, baby?"

"Please, just do it," Kageyama begged, his voice shaking. The m/n's grip tightened, his other hand coming down to slap Kageyama's ass with a resounding crack. The pain mixed with pleasure, making Kageyama's cock twitch. "You'll have to do better than that," the m/n said, his voice a dark challenge.

With a growl, the m/n pushed into him, the head of his cock stretching Kageyama open. Kageyama's cry was muffled by the m/n's hand over his mouth, his eyes watering with the sudden intrusion. The m/n didn't stop, pushing deeper, filling Kageyama completely. Kageyama's body tensed, his mind reeling from the sensation. It was too much, too overwhelming, but he couldn't deny the way his body was responding.

The m/n began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful. Kageyama's moans grew louder, his body moving in time with the m/n's rhythm. He could feel the m/n's hand on his stomach, the pressure building, the promise of a bruise that would be a constant reminder of this moment. Each slap of flesh against flesh was a declaration of ownership, a promise of more to come.

The m/n's hand moved from Kageyama's mouth to his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Kageyama's eyes rolled back, his moans becoming more desperate. "That's it," the m/n murmured, his voice low and approving. "You're going to come for me again, aren't you?"

Kageyama nodded, unable to form words. The m/n's grip tightened, his strokes growing more insistent. Kageyama felt himself building to the edge, the pressure in his stomach unbearable. He could feel the m/n's cock pulsing inside him, the older man's breaths growing ragged. "Come for me," the m/n grunted, his voice thick with need. "Come on, baby."

And with that, Kageyama's body obeyed, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning. The m/n's hand on his stomach tightened, the pain mixing with the pleasure until Kageyama was seeing stars. The m/n groaned, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into Kageyama, his cum filling the younger boy's ass.

"Now you're mine," he said, his voice a soft whisper. "And don't you ever forget it." Kageyama nodded, his legs shaking Kageyama trembling

[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Your captain who just adores to bury his face into you, no matter when or where.

On a mission? He'll nuzzle into your shoulder in the truck or helicopter between locations. He's not even fussed when the others wolf-whistle or take pictures, just hums and gives them the middle finger.

In the mornings? You'll wake up with him snuggled by your side: as close to you as physically possible, fast asleep with his beard tickling your bare skin. You run a hand through his tussled hair, watching his pretty eyes flutter open as he murmurs a tired "mornin', my boy," and wraps his arms tighter around you.

You need to fix something high up? He'll come up to you with a soft smile, then burrow his face into your thigh, one hand on your lower back to make sure you don't fall off the chair or desk you're precariously standing on.

You're hard? This gentleman will be on his knees the second you ask him to, taking as much of you in his mouth as he can until he's at the base, teary eyes closed as he nestles his nose into your course hair, breathing in your musk and trying not to gag.

[marksbear2]

Hi! How's it going? I am here to ask my first request since your disappearance. Because I can't wait any longer I'm so sorry 😭 I would like to ask for a spicy fic ;} Harvey (stardew) and top reader please? I feel like Harvey would be such a pretty whimpering mess 😭

HARVEY X TOP MALE READER

Heyyy!! You don’t gotta wait or anything my friend. Your first ever request after I disappeared. I feel like Harvey would be so whiny and whimpering.

⚠️Warnings!! Morning cuddles, starting off fluff then smutt, whining and whimpering Harvey, jerking off, fingering, kitchen sex, aftercare mentioned, morning sex, creampie, big dic

The sun slowly started to shine through the window. Harvey and Y/n laid in bed, their limbs tangled in with one another. Harvey’s hair was all messed up as he laid his head in the crook of Y/n’s neck. Everything was peaceful and looked like a lazy morning.Y/n was starting to wake up as he pulled away from the hold Harvey had him in. 

Harvey let out a muffled noise in protest as he pulled Y/n back against him. Harvey pushed his body against Y/n and held him tightly. 

“…Good morning.” Y/n said kissing Harvey’s cheek softly. Harvey hummed back in response holding him. Y/n- still very half asleep put his hand on Harvey’s cheek tilting his head up. “You look so pretty…” Y/n mumbled as he pulled Harvey’s face closer resting his own head against the doctor. Harvey looked up at Y/n with doe like eyes. 

Y/n looked down into Harvey’s eyes before his cheeks started to get warm. Harvey was so adorable at the moment and could help but to feel his cheeks blush at the sight.

Y/n let go of Harvey’s face as he smiled to himself looking away as he laid his back down on the bed. Harvey quickly laid his head on Y/n’s chest not wanting to miss out on any physical affection from his boyfriend. Harvey nuzzled closer into Y/n’s chest wanting to be close as possible. Y/n cuddled Harvey in his arms running his hand up and down on his back. 

“Morning…” *Harvey mumbled as he smiled up at Y/n. Y/n used his free hand to cup Harvey’s cheek and pull him in kissing him. 

Harvey wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissing him. Harvey was sitting up on his knees kissing Y/n straddling his waist and Y/n holding his hips. Harvey broke the kiss as he was getting red from embarrassment. He always felt shy and getting embarrassed about kissing Y/n more deeper and passionately.

Harvey reached over to the nightstand and taking his glasses and putting them on.

Y/n kept kissing the corners of Harvey’s mouth. Harvey was getting red from all the affection he was receiving this early in the morning. “Okay okay!! Enough Y/n, we just woke up.” Harvey mumbled as he tried to pull away from the hold that Y/n had on him. Y/n pressed one more kiss into Harvey’s lips and standing up from the bed and waited to Harvey to follow him.

The two do there daily routines and then the couple goes out to the kitchen and cook. They started to cook and to make a simple breakfast but Y/n kept getting distracted.

He was all over Harvey. Kissing his neck, standing and pressing himself behind him, holding him from behind. Harvey kept getting more red and red.

Harvey was slightly bending over the counter just leaning onto onto it as he was cooking when he felt a hand on his ass. Y/n stood on the side of Harvey as he kept the grip on Harvey’s ass. 

Harvey was red as he shivered from the surprise. “Hey…Y/n you can’t do doing things like that.” Harvey mumbled as he looked at Y/n that was starting to kiss his cheek. “Do what? I just wanna show you my love, before I leave for today.” Y/n said as he ran his hand over the pajama pants.  

“But your getting all touchy with me.” Harvey mumbled as his face was red as he gripped onto the counter setting down the knife and other cooking utensils he was using. He couldn’t focus on cooking not when he was getting so flustered by Y/n. Y/n slipped his hand into the pajamas and grabbed his crotch causing Harvey to immediately shiver and squeeze his legs together and grabbing the counter for support.

“H-hey…” Harvey’s upper body shivered as he looked at Y/n. Y/n rubbed his hand on his crotch, stroking the soft cock through his underwear. Y/n got behind him and continued to stroke Harvey’s now growing boner through the pants.

Y/n used his free hand and began to pull off Harvey’s shirt. Once his skin was exposed, Y/n buried himself in the crook of Harvey’s neck as he put the shirt on the counter. Y/n used his free hand and began to poke and pinch Harvey’s nipples. Y/n let the other hand slide into Harvey’s underwear giving Harvey long and slow strokes.

Harvey was breathing heavy as his legs started to tremble. Y/n let go of Harvey’s nipples and set his hand flat on his chest so Harvey wasn’t hunched over and to keep him pressed against him. Harvey began to blush and whine as he felt Y/n tug on his cock hard. 

“…Hah!~ ngh.~ please. Please.” Harvey himself didn’t know what he was asking for. Y/n pulled down the rest of Harvey’s underwear and pants leaving the man completely exposed in the middle of the kitchen.

Y/n began to press his thumb onto Harvey’s tip. Harvey was trembling and breathing heavy in Y/n’s grasp. “Y/n..!~ oh gosh…enough alright?” Harvey whimpered out he doesn’t know how he’s already close to the edge. His cock was already getting all wet his precum, he could cheat the wet and somewhat sticky noises the sound of Y/n jerking off his dick. It made Harvey even more embarrassed but it turned him on.

Harvey began to whimper….he began to whine and whimper with each stroke Y/n. The knot in his stomach kept tightening as he was starting to get all flustered and whiny. Harvey’s head began to fall back into Y/n as his legs and body started to tense up as he began to shoot his white streaks of cum from his cock. Harvey legs almost gave out from the instead orgasm he’s having. “Gahh!~ ngh, Y/n- Y—y/n… AhHh…” Words couldn’t even form properly as Harvey let out shaking breaths and moans. 

Harvey had his eyes squeezed shut as Y/n  stroked his cock until he stop cumming, the wet nosies were even louder as Harvey kept whimpering and shaking. After a few more tugs Y/n let go of his cocky and pushed over the counter bent over.

Y/n spat into his hand and used some of the cum that Harvey got onto his hand to wet his fingers and began to finger Harvey. Y/n used the hand that was supporting Harvey and moved it back down to Harvey’s now sensitive cock. Harvey let out a loud moan from overstimulation. 

Y/n slipped another finger and Harvey gripped onto the counter. Harvey glasses was tilting and his mouth was hanging up from whiny and whimpering. Y/n curled and pushed his fingers deeper causing Harvey to moan even louder. The way Y/n bent Harvey don’t over the counter fingering his hole and jerking off his sensitive cock was sending Harvey to heaven. He wasn’t expecting this at all and he loved the way he was getting pleasure.

Harvey’s hole was getting stretched out and getting properly prepped. With every thrust of Y/n’s fingers inside of him. Harvey mouth hanged open as he moaned out and whimpering. He felt Y/n’s fingers grazed his prostate. Harvey’s cock ache and he was getting super overwhelmed by the pleasure. Y/n pulled his fingers out and let go of Harvey’s wet cock and began to jerk off his own cock wetting. Y/n’s used his hand to keep Harvey’s hole open. 

Finally Y/n rubbed the tip of his cock pmts Harvey’s hole. He put his hands on Harvey’s hips before slowly entering inside him. Y/n moved his tip in and out.

Which each movement Harvey moaned and moaned having Harvey legs were shaking and trembling as he moved slow in and out of Harvey. Harvey’s sometimes chocked on the air as he trembled letting out heavy breaths and such. Y/n thrusted halfway inside of Harvey before pulling back and in thrusting inch by inch.

He thrusted into him, making Harvey take his full cock inside. Harvey moaned and his back arched as Y/n began to thrust inside. Snapping his hips back and forth into the doctor. “Your taking my dick so good, Doc.” Y/n said in a husky deep whisper as he pressed his mouth to Harvey’s ear. 

Harvey couldn’t focus on his words. He could even think of a response in his mind as he was getting pounded into. Harvey was clouded by the lust and the pleasure as he felt Y/n kissing his neck.

“You fit my cock so good.” Y/n said as he thrusted in and out deeper and deeper into Harvey. 

Harvey could only whimper and whine in response and Y/n laughed thrusting into him deeper. “…So!~ Ngh!!~ gah…so good!~” Harvey moaned out as his own cock leaked its precum. Y/n chuckled and pulled his cock out before thrusting into back in deeply. Harvey moaned even louder as he held the counter to try and keep himself steady.

As Y/n pulled out and thrusted himself all the way back in, Harvey moaned louder and louder with his body tensed. With each other Harvey felt closer and closer to his climax.

Eventually Harvey came, he shot his load onto the kitchen floor and some landing on the cabinet below.

Y/n started to snap his hips back and forth while Harvey came with Harvey’s cock bouncing back and forth in between his legs as he came. He couldn’t ride off his high properly as Y/n kept thrusting and fucking Harvey balls deep. Harvey started to drool as he couldn’t even think properly. 

He was a whimpering and moaning mess as he was getting fucked deeply. Y/n thrusted into him deeper until he felt himself nearing his own climax.

Y/n pushed and pull Harvey back and forth onto his dick. Harvey eyes were star sting to tear up from the pleasure as he tried to keep up.

Y/n’s thrust became faster and faster as he finally felt his climax coming.

“I’m gonna cum..ngh.. ahhhh….inside or out?” Y/n asked with a groan as he kept thrusting. “Inside!!~ please…oh gosh…please inside.” Harvey answered with a stutter as he whimpered and whined. After a few more thrust Y/n came inside. He painted Harvey’s walls with his white load cumming deed inside of him. Harvey was trembling with his legs completely shaking.

Harvey felt full, he loved the feeling of Y/n and his cum still deep inside of and the overwhelming sense of pleasure.

“You did so good for me…taking my dick better and better.” Y/n mumbled as he raised Harvey’s head up peppering his face with kisses and words of kindness and encouragement in his ear. 

Harvey was still a blushing mess and Y/n didn’t help it by babying him.

“Cmon let’s take shower together my love, then we can actually have breakfeast.” Y/n said kissing Harvey one last time before slowly pulling out and taking hand and leading Harvey to the bathroom.

Harvey was still very red and flustered but he let himself being led and pampered by his boyfriend. 

THE END

[fickleduster]

✧. ┊   Random Thirst, lmao

※ bottom.sub, amab.reader ➤ cw: dacryphilia, overstim/dumbification, rimming, hand holding 😳, sum petnames, meanies I tell ya, I wrote this intoxicated so do with that what you will

Like the most adoring boyfriend that he was, he saw you as nothing short of a masterpiece, the most perfect boy he could ever lay his eyes on.

— Correction, hands.

And he made sure that you knew, too, (even if this sentiment isn't quite 'hidden',) he always found ways of showing his adoration with his hands; be it mindlessly tracing your skin or holding your own hand at every opportunity given, he had done so and much more.

"Stay still, baby."

... Even as he's eating you out, he has a hand intertwined with yours, with the other gently squishing your plush thigh.

Having you squirm under his mouth, legs locked on his head, and unabashedly moaning as if no one would hear... Without much said, it's obvious that he relished in having you reduced into a puddle; whether by his tongue or his cock, it's his pleasure to be of service for your wonderful body.

Even after what felt like hours since he started lapping at your hole, he had found himself wanting to coax more and more orgasms from your adorable cock. Even as your body's twisting and turning, tightly grasping at the dampening sheets under you, he just couldn't stop. It's just that you tasted so damn good.

You shiver upon hearing his voice, low and warm against your neck, "... Can't you handle a bit more, darling?"

It was then that you pleaded for the first time that evening— pleading that you can't keep cumming so easily from oral alone, pleading for his cock already. He wouldn't be able to stop the mockering chuckle that left his mouth.

That's when his free hand finds it's way to your slick hole, and a finger enters with ease.

Without even so much as a small thrust of his hand, your back had already arched upon a silent scream.

You had came for the nth time that evening.

"That's a good boy."

—

... It's almost animalistic, the sight of him lurching down to your equally sweaty form while he panted, mumbling obscenities with every shallow breath he took.

He could laugh, at how you're barely holding on as he forced your ass up. You're just as a babbling wreck as he was, head thrown back at every single thrust forced into your thoroughly slicked ass, body limp against his tight grip.

This was what you wanted, wasn't it? So why are you crying so damn loud when he forces the third load inside?

➶-͙˚༘✶

fushiguro toji, vox akuma, hex haywire, simon "ghost" riley, uzui tengen, chrollo lucilfer, quincy, tartaglia, kamisato ayato

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ MINE TO SHARE: SHANKS (+???)

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "You were Shanks's the moment he laid his eyes on you. But sometimes he needs to remind you that you being his means he can do whatever he wants with you."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : AMAB! READER, CIS MALE! READER, MALE READER! SMUT! MLM, HOMO SEX (I laugh at this) GAY SEX (laugh again), DUB-CON, NON-CONSENSUAL EXHIBITIONISM (Shanks shows the reader sexy photos without him knowing, the reader is watched during sex without being asked) in this story the reader LIKES all the things that are did with him, even the exhibitionism, if you have any trauma or trigger with that don't read. ASSHOLE BOSS (NOT SHANKS) just a mention of a former idiotic boss, hidden romantic relationships, unlabeled relationship, relationship between boss and employee

꒰ CONTAINS ꒱ : Shanks is mean and soft at the same time but probably more mean, Benn and all of Shanks' friends know you two are fucking, you might want to fuck his friends too, office sex, risk of getting caught, getting caught, makeshift handcuffs and a lot of dirty talk.

꒰ WC ꒱ : 2,3k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : lol o only notice how much warnings I always put, I just want to put everything that can make someone uncomfortable because I hate read a fic when they don't put warning in something and that's get me triggered. Okay so, PLEASE IF YOU ARE A WOMEN DON'T REALLY READ THIS, IT'S NOT ONLY INTERACT DON'T READ, IF I SEE ANY FEM BLOG IN THIS STORY I GONNA BLOCK YOU AND IM SERIOUS

You didn't remember exactly how you got there. Sitting on your boss's lap with his dick so deep in your ass you could feel it reaching your throat. Shanks' hands grabbed your ass hard, squeezing and slapping so hard that made you jump in fright. He used all his strength and the advantage of his size to guide you bouncing on his huge cock, your legs were already wobbly and shaking so all you could do was accept him using you like a toy and fucking you nonstop.

Every time Shanks fucked you he had a different rhythm, which was always decided by his mood that day. Today you weren't sure what the redhead's mood was, but he fucked you with deep and strong thrusts that made you roll your eyes and tremble with each blow, he hit your prostate so accurately and filled your insides so perfectly that you genuinely wondered how you was able to cumming with other partners before Shanks. It seemed impossible for someone to be able to give you pleasure like him.

Of course you were also a mess, thanks to that, you had your head thrown back moaning his name or resting on his shoulder or forehead, moaning breathlessly and begging softly for more. Your hands were dug into his shoulder, scratching so hard that even without big nails you knew there would be marks left for a few days, your head was already hurting and there was a little drool running down the corner of your lips... You looked pathetic, but in the end you liked being humiliated and Shanks liked humiliating you, it was the perfect combination.

You had only entered Shanks' office to give him some reports for the week, he was in his chair with his back to the door facing the huge glass wall that gave him a view of the entire city, advantages of being extremely rich and being able to work on the highest floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city. He was strangely silent and all he asked of you was to come over and deliver the reports... Of course, most of his visits to Shanks' office didn't just end with a conversation between boss and employee.

The truth is that your relationship with the redhead has always been… complicated. It all started when you saw him in person for the first time at a meeting between several city executives disguised as a gala party, at that time you were just an apprentice following your boss and his main secretary like a scared puppy. Your boss was terrible and liked to torture all his employees with the excuse of being an iron training that only the best went through, but he hid this from the spotlight and loved to brag as a boss that no job would leave, taking pride in his loyalty of each of its employees.

Shanks, as always, was a brat at these parties, his social reputation was one of the worst but everyone pretended not to know given how incredible his business empire was, even though he was known for scandals and even visits to countless police stations, the redhead was treated like an angel by everyone the other businessmen who pretended not to know anything about his antics. For some reason you caught his attention, throughout the party where you basically served as a personal waiter for your boss, you felt Shanks staring at you with a predatory gaze ready to grab his prey and run away.

You were still very insecure at that time, you had just left college and your career wasn't going exactly as you planned, maybe that's why you avoided his gaze so much at the beginning. When your boss and Shanks finally spoke, the redhead made no attempt to hide that he was paying attention solely to you and not the ugly old man who was desperate for a business deal. This obviously infuriated his boss who spilled wine on his clothes claiming to have been an oversight. When you kindly excused yourself to go to the bathroom to resolve the situation your boss's secretary simply whispered that you didn't need to go back to the party, when you looked at him confused he just rolled his eyes and said gruffly “you're out”.

This made you swallow deeply and run to the bathroom, you already had a terrible job even if it was in a renowned place and now you had been fired for attracting the attention of a billionaire who you never even dreamed of being in the same room with?! All you could do was rub your wine-stained shirt as you cried and cursed to the tenth generation of your stupid boss and anyone who worked for him. While you were lost in your own world you were unable to notice Shanks entering the bathroom and looking at you with concern.

That night many things happened, you were fired, humiliated, you received a job offer from Shanks who had one of the most successful industries in the country and you also received a small hope that your professional future could work out. The months went by and at some point you and Shanks were already in this arrangement, you weren't even close to being boyfriends, even though he had never had another partner and even though he had never forbidden you from having one, he hated seeing you with anyone else other than him. Your friends joked that Shanks was your sugar daddy since he always gave you money and gifts, but since he never asked for anything in return, not even sex, it didn't seem like the label for you either.

You were something, besides of course friends, but you weren't very determined to find out. You were afraid of falling in love only to find out that Shanks only saw you as a fuck buddy or worse, finding out that Shanks was in love and you only saw him as a fuck buddy! You had sleepless nights thinking about it but little by little you simply gave up making everything difficult. You loved fucking Shanks and Shanks loved fucking you, there was no reason to try to put feelings in or out of this arrangement, as long as it worked for both of you then it was perfect.

Shanks continued fucking you while you faced the office door with your head resting on his shoulder, you lowered your claws to his arm and continued holding him as if you were going to die without his support. He whispered praises and curses every time you leaned into his lap and made his cock all the way inside you, your own cock was twitching on your stomach, your pants were thrown somewhere and your white shirt was open so at least you wouldn't get your clothes dirty. You needed to come so badly, but Shanks' slow pace didn't give you enough stimulation, if he just let you masturbate you could have gotten there, but he liked torturing you.

“Shanks! Please! I! Oh! Shit!" You moaned choppy, disjointed words as you tried to increase your speed, but Shanks' strong hands kept you right where he wanted you.

“Huh? I didn't hear you boy, say it again” He said breathlessly and gave a light bite to your exposed neck “Say how you want my dick to make you see stars, say how you want to be my good boy and cum so much you'll get dirty both of us, tell me” the redhead’s dirty talk always made your belly twitch and your dick leak more, you were losing control and he was loving taking advantage of it.

“Oh! Shanks! Please! I need… Fuck! Faster!" You moaned louder as you felt him slowly increasing his speed, you were ready to beg again when you heard some knocks on the door and Shanks' electronic warning ringing, alerting you that there was someone at the door wanting a meeting with him. “S-Shanks! Stop! There is somebody!"

You tried to get off of him and give him a few pats so he would get the hint and at least he would give you the chance to hide in the bathroom instead of getting caught by someone while fucking your boss. But Shanks didn't seem to care, he quickly turned the chair, turning towards the door and leaving you facing the glass wall, and instead of slowing down or even letting you go, he simply gave your ass a hard slap as he started thrusting into you like the world was ending. He was moving in and out so fast that you became unable to speak, only letting out desperate screams and moans at the sudden increase in stimulation.

“Shit… Don’t squeeze me so much boy… Come in! Come in quickly Benn, I'm kinda busy” He shouted the last part and you tried again to fight Shanks, only to receive an annoyed growl from him as he took off his own tie and used it to tie your wrists behind your back in a clumsy and quick way, but still firm enough for you to be unable to escape. “Stop running away you brat! You came here to get fucked in my office and now you don’t want anyone to see you?” He smiled mischievously when he saw your embarrassed face and the tears of humiliation that were about to fall.

"Stop!" You sniffled at him and hid your face in his neck, you heard the door opening and you knew that soon Benn, the vice CEO and someone who had as much power as Shanks, would be able to see you bouncing on the redhead's dick like a real whore.

"To stop? But I feel you clenching around my cock…” he chuckled at you and stroked your back gently “You're acting like you hate this… But I see how you look at my men, you perverted boy, I'm sure you'd love it getting fucked by all of us at the same time, right? After all, all that’s going on in that stupid little head of yours is being filled with cock in all your holes, right?” He laughed teasingly and when you just whimpered without responding he finally seemed to get angry, so he grabbed your penis tightly, squeezing its sensitive head. “I asked a fucking question.”

You just screamed, feeling the ecstasy overwhelm you to the point where your vision went black and you felt your whole body go limp, you had just cum in Shanks' hand just from his dirty words and tight grip on his sensitive and neglected dick. You fell against him crying and panting, your dick trembled as it continued to leak some more cum, Shanks simply laughed and stopped fucking you, letting you calm down slowly.

“Did you see that Benn? He simply came when I accused him of wanting to be fucked by all of us” Shanks laughed at that as if it were a joke and you almost forgot that the other man had entered the room, but now you could smell his cigarette and his malicious laugh.

“S-Shanks…” you begged whimpering as you tried to hide against his body, you had no idea what you were asking for, but it was clear that Shanks always knew you and your body much better than you knew yourself.

“Hmmm… I would even let it go this time, but you hid this beautiful spectacle of you cumming, didn’t you feel sorry for Benn? He came here and missed the entire show…” he said a little more gently as he rubbed his nose against your hair “Now I can’t just let you go and leave my friend empty handed… Besides, you didn’t even make me cum… No, No, you were really a bad boy…”

You no longer had the strength to argue or fight against the redhead, he quickly grabbed you and turned you around to face Benn. Now you were a complete and pathetic exposure, Shanks' cock was still thrusting deep into you, your own cock was a little soft, already extremely tired after having an intense orgasm, your abdomen was dirty with your cum and your entire body was dripping with sweat. You had a tired and cloudy look, a face that was drunk but kept begging for more and more.

Shanks smiled and grabbed your face with his hand, squeezing your cheek as he whispered in your ear “Open that mouth wide and stick your tongue out my boy… Give them a good look” you did as he said as he was squeezing her cheeks and forcing your mouth open. You hadn't understood what he was planning, your head too tired and confused to try and guess the man's plans.

It was only when you heard the click and flash of your cell phone that you realized, Benn was in front of you with his own cell phone and had just taken a picture of you practically naked being fucked on your boss's lap. The damage and scandals that a photo like that could cause made you feel sick, but luckily Benn's mischievous smile and his hard penis over his dress pants indicated that his goal wasn't to destroy your life.

“How was it?” Shanks asked the gray-haired man playfully.

“Perfect, you weren't lying when you said that his face when he cum was perfect… Huh, Hongo is going to love this…” He quickly placed his cell phone on Shanks' desk and approached you.

“Now… My brat” Shanks kissed your cheek and smiled against you making your whole body shiver “Why don’t I show you that you belong to me completely to the point where I can do whatever I want with you?” He offered with a smile, “And by ‘whatever you want’ I obviously mean sharing… After all, you’re a good pet and you’re not going to let Benn go so hard, are you?”

You didn't need to answer for the two older men to start smiling, everyone knew you never refused an order from Shanks.

[anystalker707]

Another night in the pantry

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

Requested by anon ["Can you please write sanji x male top reader and sanji is jus a whimpering mess wit overstimulation and a humiliation/degradation kink 😂😂☝🏽☝🏽..."]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji’s uneven breathing resonated through the cramped room, muffled by the items lined up along the shelves on the wooden walls and the sound of the gentle waves outside. The strip of moonlight that slipped through the small circular window lit up the room just enough without attracting the attention of whoever darted around in the middle of the night, and whoever was in the crow’s nest this time was too far to notice anything happening there.

The pantry quietly witnessed another encounter between you, in which Sanji once again lay back against the wooden boxes while you stood between his spread legs with your lips attached to his neck. Sanji’s shoes and tie were already discarded somewhere else, some buttons of his shirt open to make way for your lips.

A particularly loud whimper came from Sanji, resembling a muffled moan, as his back arched off the surface. He breathed through his mouth a couple of times, hands tightening around your shirt as he groaned in frustration, pulling you closer with both his arms and legs wrapping around you. His erection ground more against yours through the layers of clothes, but the motion dragged slowly this time.

“Please, my love, please,” he breathed against your neck with a soft cry, dampening your skin more than the sweat already had. “I’ll do anything for you, my love, my life, please, I need you,” he babbled in a whiny tone as he gasped for air, with a long moan as he arched his back again.

“Damn,” you whispered as you stood up properly and took your shirt off, much to Sanji’s pleasure as he eyed you hungrily. Your cock strained against your pants too painfully already, so maybe it was time to finally give in to Sanji’s pleas, and he seemed to catch on to your intentions, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he observed you with his breath caught in his throat and propped up on his elbows.

Sanji’s eyes followed your hands as they undid each button of his blue shirt, then did the same with his pants. He gasped in anticipation, but the soft sound was replaced by an embarrassed groan when you pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his hard and damp cock. It made you raise your eyebrows, biting your lip.

“Damn, look at the mess you made…” Your finger trailed up his cock, gathering a little of the sticky cum on it, before you stuck your finger into your mouth to lick it clean; he whimpered more at something as simple as it. “Still cumming inside your pants? How old are you, Sanji? Damn it…”

That was a hot sight, honestly, making your cock throb in its confines once again. Sanji had cummed earlier when you started dry-humping him, since he’d already been hard for a while before he finally started begging as you told him to, and it clearly hadn’t been enough. His cock twitched under your gaze as he chanted more pleas under his breath.

“Really can’t contain yourself, right?” You muttered, finishing taking Sanji’s pants and underwear all the way down so that you could spread his legs properly—given his flexibility, it was an easy job. “What made you so horny today? Been daydreaming in the kitchen instead of doing your damn job? Are you even good for anything at all?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment while running your thumb along the underside of his cock, pressing your knuckle to the hot skin.

Sanji let out a shaky breath at the same time his thighs quivered, threatening to close around your hand, but they stopped by your sides. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, my love,” he whined, pressing his eyes shut and letting himself rest on his back again, throwing his arms above himself.

“What if I left you here and gave up on touching you, hm?” You questioned just to hear that answer once more, running your hand up and down his stomach, feeling the skin move under your palm with each breath.

With a small groan escaping his lips, his eyebrows twitched a little, furrowing more. “...Whatever you want, my love.”

“You’re so pathetic, Sanji,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head. “You should be ashamed of being like this. So stupid.” Your hand held his face this time, squishing his cheeks together to make him look at you, and he didn’t even need to be told anything, cracking his eyes open to look at you. “I’d be ashamed if I were you. Are you ashamed, Sanji? Can’t even stand up for yourself.”

Sanji’s face burned vividly, and he was thankful you couldn’t see his red face in the darkness, or else it’d be another reason for you to tease him… Or maybe it was unfortunate. Your cruel words managed to always send hot waves of arousal down his spine and make his cock twitch, as much as he tried to pretend not to like it. He finally nodded in agreement with your words, feeling shame and arousal burn inside him simultaneously.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against his lips, pecking them briefly. “I love you anyway.”

A hopeless sound came from Sanji as he let his head slowly fall back once you let go of it, his heart fluttering at the same time his cock twitched, and he waited for more from you. Just his hand or dry-humping wasn’t enough for him—he needed you to touch and use him until you were satisfied, no matter how sensitive his cock already felt.

There was lube hidden behind the boxes because of the frequent encounters, and you made a mental note of getting a new one when noticing the remaining liquid only reached under a fourth of the bottle, but it was still enough to cover your cock in a decent amount of it and pour some over Sanji’s awaiting hole. Just the feeling of the cold lube against his skin was enough to snatch another whimper from Sanji.

“You’re like a pretty toy, Sanji,” you said as your thumb pressed to his hole, flat, without enough pressure to actually push in, though it was already enough for his thighs to quiver a little. “Here to be used whenever I need to get off, right? Though you’re quite needy sometimes…” You raised your eyebrows lightly, pushing your index finger into Sanji instead. He gasped, walls tightening around your finger while all you did was spread the lube around instead of fingering him as he wished. “Were you made to be fucked by me, baby? Because it sure does feel like it, sometimes.”

Playfulness laced both your voice and actions, with that touch of malice that made Sanji’s head spin. He groaned, chest rising and falling as he panted, shirt clinging to his sweaty skin; a perfect mess that you’d made yourself. Your eyes lingered on the marks over his neck and chest while pride swelled in you, making you smile a little before finally pressing the tip of your cock to his hole.

Sanji gasped, squirming at the littlest touch, but he quickly stayed still before you could say anything, obediently. He gasped at the intrusion, at the same time the pleased sounds also escaped from your lips with how his walls clenched and accommodated around your cock.

“Tight,” you breathed, observing Sanji whimper and arch his back, pressing his eyes shut as his hands closed around nothing. It made you wonder what made him want you so badly, a worry that was quickly pushed to the back of your mind and overtaken by the need to fuck him.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you started moving. The first thrusts were tentative and messy, with pauses between them so that you could process the waves of pleasure that Sanji’s ass sent running down your spine. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cum fast, so you took a deep breath before finally being able to settle down for a steady rhythm. “Good,” you breathed.

You wrapped Sanji’s leg around your waist by bringing it up with a hand under his thigh, finding a new angle that made him go all tight around your cock as his thighs quivered more. His hands found the edges of the wooden boxes and clung to them, finally finding something to ground him through the intense pleasure.

“Ahh, my love, I can’t—” Sanji cried out softly, unable to hold himself back before he was cumming again, making you raise your eyebrows and observe it in surprise while the hot and sticky cum spilled all over his torso while your cock still pounded into him. A sound that reminded you of a sob escaped Sanji’s lips, but you kept going when nothing that resembled the safe word escaped his lips. “Please,” he breathed as his eyes opened briefly, with pretty blue orbs staring at you with a need that still lingered.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you made the thrusts more intense, making Sanji’s body gently rock every time your hips met the back of his thighs. He arched his back as strings of whines dripped from his lips, mixed with something that sounded like your name, if you paid attention enough.

“Again, Sanji? You’re so fucking greedy today,” he groaned, clicking your tongue as you ran your free hand up and down his side, giving his waist a light squeeze. “Mmm, good thing I am here for you, right? Or else what? I bet you’d go back to fucking your hand all day long while thinking about some girl who probably thinks you’re gross.”

Something like a cry mixed with a moan came from Sanji, and as much as he could attempt to deny anything, the way his ass clenched around your cock proved how much he loved your cruelty. He pressed a hand over his mouth as your thrusts got more powerful, trying to muffle the high-pitched cries that escaped his throat, but you grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Let them hear you,” you said with a grin, “let your dear Nami-swan know you like it up the ass so much. What will she think of you, hm?” Of course, no one would listen unless someone was darting around late at night—which was highly improbable—, but it was nice torturing him like that, even more so when it made his back arch so deliciously. “Fuck, hot,” you whispered, speeding up your thrusts.

A few tears escaped Sanji’s eyes, but you judged it was from the overstimulation as well, from keeping going through all those orgasms. Either way, he kept going strongly, cock still hard, flushed, and swollen as it twitched and leaked pre-cum whenever your cock hit deep inside him. The leftover cum made his tip glisten, and you bit your lip with a groan. The tone of Sanji’s flushed cock almost matched the way his nipples were bright red from the abuse, and the hickeys on his skin.

“I’m going to cum, Sanji, baby,” you breathed, “and I want you to cum with me.”

“Yes, mon amour, please,” Sanji said between moans, arching his back more, but nothing compared to the way he squirmed when your hand wrapped around his already sensitive cock and started stroking it. You could only imagine how the overstimulation affected Sanji, snatching louder and whinier sounds from his lips as more tears trailed down his face, while his ass clenched around your cock more, milking it.

“Mmm, I’m— Nngh, b—” Sanji could barely form anything coherent, and seeing him like that made your cock twitch more inside him, the arousal rising in your lower stomach. His eyebrows furrowed under the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat, and he couldn’t even stop pressing his eyes shut.

Finally, a louder and longer moan escaped Sanji’s lips before he was cumming once again—the cum was now clear as it added up to the other load that already covered his torso, and Sanji’s thighs trembled. Seeing that was enough to make your balls tighten, and you were cumming as well, gasping as you came inside Sanji, continuing thrusting to make sure your cum was deep inside him and that you were well satisfied.

Sanji still whimpered after he came down from his high; his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he didn’t ask for more this time.

“Fuck,” you whispered, stepping back to tuck your cock back into your pants before giving proper attention to Sanji. You sighed, sitting up on the box so that you could reach him, cupping his face and peppering it with kisses. “Poor thing,” you whispered, wiping the tears away from his face. “Are you good now?”

Sanji nodded faintly, blinking a couple of times as he looked at you, still struggling to catch his breath, sniffling occasionally.

“Good boy,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can get some cuddles.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[chaichaiiskai]

Can I request a one shot for baki with a cute innocent boyfriend in public but when alone together or when no one is looking he's always teasing him and being a naughty boy causing baki needing to put him in his place to be a good boy👉👈

notes: hiya, 'course ya can request for baki boi, hope ya enjoy this nyohohoho...

warnings: horny horny horny, male reader, amab reader, mlm, homophobes don't interact, spanking, teasing, edging, a little mention of public teasing.

"OH, so, you think it's funny to tease me like that in front of your friends? Thought you said you wanted me to make a good impression on them." Baki spoke, shutting and locking the front door of your apartment once you were both through the door. In response, you shrugged at his words and took off your shoes before standing back up straight to peek back over your shoulder at him, almost bashfully batting your eyelashes at him.

"Hm? Tease? What do you mean? And no need to worry, my friends seem to like you! I think it's a mission accomplished!"

With a smile of triumphance, you lightly clapped your hands together in celebration, a hint of malicious intent linger behind your grin. Laughing, he seemed to smile in bewilderment as you attempted to gaslight him. "Nah nah nah. Don't play me like that. I know your games."

Innocently, you turned around and gave him your best puzzled look, tilting your head to the side as if you were some confused puppy. Baki could barely stop the amused look that crossed his features as he approached you, challenging your adorably confused daze with a look that said 'really?'

"You gotta be kiddin' me. Don't look at me like that... you and I both know you had your damn hand on my dick while we were watching Barbie in a public theater with your friends. And don't even try to make anymore excuses, talking about you 'missed the bucket of popcorn' or 'oh dear, my hand slipped.'" As he spoke, the redhead started to close the gap between the two of you even more, gazing at you with a mix between irritation, amused, and something that excited you. You nearly gasped, feigning your innocence even further. "But- it really was an accident. I didn't mean to touch you like that."

The smile suddenly dropped from Baki's face and suddenly, you were hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, a large hand striking your ass through the fabric of your pants. Even with the padding you could still feel the burn, causing you to yelp in shock and swat at his back in protest. "Hey! Be careful!"

To answer your warning, he simply slammed his hand down onto the other cheek, this time it was his turn to smile triumphantly as he carries you to the bedroom.

A number of things could occur right now. Which one...? You weren't sure. But nothing could have prepared you when Baki plopped down onto the edge of the bed with you draped over his lap, your stomach pressed against his thigh thighs. You missed the devious look on his face as he tugged down the back of your pants and undergarments until they exposed your bare ass, your bottoms bunching up beneath your cheeks.

"W-wait! I'm sorry! Don't—"

"Hah? You want me to stop? Haven't even gotten started yet though, sunshine. C'mon. It's only fair that you take it like a champ. Makin' me suffer through the movie. I wanted to watch Barbie girlboss it up, but nah nah nah, you wanted to play with me." He rested his hand onto one of your ass cheeks and gripped it, proceeding to teasingly play with it like a stress ball. "'s hard to concentrate on shit with you and your coniving little fingers. Wastin' my money. Teasing me in front of your friends when it was your idea in the first place to go and hang out with them. That's not fair, is it?"

Your lips part to answer but you can't, not when he raises his hand and brings it down onto bare skin, your lower body jerking in surprise and arousal from the harsh impact that nearly has you dizzy. The sting hurts but in a way that makes you shut your eyes to steady your wandering mind.

It didn't stop there.

He aims for the other cheek, bringing his hand down with such an intensity that you have to bite down on your lip and scratch at the duvet on the bed. You couldn't even answer him. He doesn't seem to like that.

"Hah? C'mon and say something. Maybe an explanation can help your case. But if I don't like what I hear, y'know what comes next."

You felt yourself become aroused, your cock stiffening in your underwear as it pressed against your boyfriend's leg. The rough treatment wasn't anything new, but the purposeful spanking was.

He waits for your answer, feigning concern as he massages your ass which he'd just assaulted with his rough hands, the sting is still present on your skin and the skin on his hand doesn't help soothe it in the slightest.

"I'm waiting. What? Can't think of anything? C'mon, baby boy. I know you're smart enough to formulate sentences." He then paused, seeming to have a wave of realization over him, and since your face is down on the bed, you miss the evil glint in his eyes. "Oooh. I know. You wanted me to teach you a lesson, eh? Ya coulda just asked."

And with that, he nearly cackled before lifting his hand yet again to proceed the spanking session, not holding up on any of his strikes. He barely batted an eye at your whimpers of protest but seemed to enjoy the way your legs would shake with each spank.

You couldn't even last two minutes before you began begging, trying to stop tears from spilling. "I'm sorry! Please... please give me a break! I'll be good...augh... promise. It burns!" You couldn't stop the fear tears that ended up rolling down your face, squeezing your eyes shut to keep your act together, feigning toughness despite sounding so broken.

This seemed to make the session pause, Baki seemed to be thinking deeply about something, mostly about your apology. You panted, glad to have the brief moment of relief as you wiped your eyes with a shaky hand. Suddenly, you were manhandled around and dropped down onto the bed— right on your stinging ass. You yelped in pain, thrusting your hips towards the ceiling to grant some relief from the stinging. In the same note, Baki watched you, looking down at your crotch. And to his surprise and amusement, you were stiff in your underwear and he could easily make out the wet spot that was present. Without a word, his brow quirked and he hooked his index finger under the waistband of your briefs, pulling them down to expose the embodiment of your lust. There was a pearl of precum beading at your tip and a noticeable throb in your shaft.

He gasped, acting like he was truly perplexed by your arousal. "Oh? Look at that. I barely touched you, Y/N." He then wrapped his hand around your shaft, pressing his thumb down on the slit of your cock, almost as if he pressing a button to set something off. In response, you whimpered, shifting around and trying to writhe out of his grasp. He simply laughs and gives your cock a squeeze n' tug, a moan of surprise being the only thing that you can muster afterwards.

Finally, you regain enough strength to look at him pleadingly through a half-lidded gaze, reading down to rest your hands on top of his.

"P-please..."

Baki almost blushed with just how endearing you looked. Pouty, pretty, and almost teary-eyed. He looked genuinely shocked as his lips formed a small 'o' and his eyes widened a little. He looked almost like he was about to grant your unspoken wish, but he didn't. Instead, he squeezed your cock again, causing your back to arch off of the bed, nails digging into hand from the sudden surge of pleasure.

"Please what? Please keep going? If you say so."

He then cracked a wild grin, beginning to circle his thumb around your sensitive tip, using your pre for a bit of lube, the sensation has you a babbling like a bafoon before you can even blink back another onslaught of tears.

The dig of your nails does nothing, they barely even scratch his toughened skin as he plays with you, enacting his revenge on the stunt you pulled. You hadn't even considered that the consequences of your actions would have led to spanking and then morphed into this bullshit, but here you were, tossing and turning, trying to get away from Baki's eager hand. He hadn't even started jerking you off, no, he was just rubbing at the head of your cock like he was polishing it off. It was agonizing. You were starting to lose your mind.

It would have been bearable if he'd just moving his hand, but nope, he decided to focus on the most sensitive part to teach you a lesson. And the squeezing the rest of his hand did was just the icing on the cake. You don't know how or when, but the urge to come suddenly came over you. And like mind reader, Baki sneered, speaking in the most condescending tone you've ever heard him use.

"Someone's close. Want me to let you cum?"

Immediately, you nodded your head without hesitation, unable to mutter a word as you bit your lip, tilting your head back against the mattress in an attempt to hold on your sanity. You were oh-so close to sweet release, if he just kept going you could—

"I'm hungry."

The pleasure came to an abrupt stop and his overwhelming presence soon disappeared from the cock, leaving it standing and bobbing in his direction, looking for him to continue. Baki swiped his tongue over the thumb he'd been using to 'polish' you and stood from the bed, yawning as if he'd just woken up from a restful sleep. You nearly cried when the high you had just reached started to dissipate with no sort of release, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him.

You'd looked like you were about to cry again.

Instead of serving you even an ounce of sympathy, Baki stared tiredly down at you, rubbing at the back of his neck as if he was truly shocked. "Somethin' the matter? I thought you wanted me to tease you...? Eh. Sorry." He then turned, walking out of the bedroom to go and fetch himself something to munch on from the kitchen. You laid there in defeat, still trying to process what had just been ripped from you. And when it finally made sense, you yelled his name out of anger.

"BAAAKIII!!!!!!!!"

Maybe next time you won't come between him and Barbie.

[2kiran]

BOYYYYY THE MILKMAN SMUT WAS SO GOOD. care for another one? i NEED to fuck the real francis mosses now…i’m imagining the doppelgänger being jealous asf of him too ouuujhhhh

FRANCIS MOSSES 交易 ── `` DARK CONTENT﹕nonconsensual voyeurism. top amab reader. doppelgänger francis is watching, real one doesn’t know it. dry humping. clothed sex. different timeline from prev fic. ✶ IN WHICH francis wants to be more than just a neighbor.

for who to blame, you don’t permit yourself to think. francis, the lovely neighbor, is propped on your lap. poor man was flustered, sweat gathering on his skin like a coat. gullible; and so unaware. entirely dumb of the fact that his doppelgänger was gazing upon the scene through the crack of your bedroom door. you could almost imagine the creature’s expression, twisted in envy.

your palms cupping his hips, which are erratically pressing themselves against you. chasing after the friction he craved during the in-between’s of his working hours, pent up frustrations translating into insatiable sexual desire.

“gosh, ‘m sorry... hnngh, needed to feel you against me.” his teeth grit with a whine, tucking his head to your shoulder. effectively obscuring his ever burning pit of shame which laid heavily in his gut.

supposedly, you were to help him of deliveries as a noble—not only a doorman but as well a—citizen. however, you were not put in a situation to complain whilst he clutched onto you as he switched to tantalizing grinds. “couldn’t wait anymore, hm?”

words a tease, he could feel himself losing track of the rhythm. sloppy and unexperienced; though not enough to be labeled as someone so pure from filth. “please,” the doppelgänger’s eyebrows wrinkled with disgust at the actual francis’ plea.

“please, i, mm,” and the milkman is at a loss for words.

the creature, despite his apparent hatred, palmed his cock within the confines of his pants. fuck, his tip was leaking with pre-cum that without a doubt painted his length in a creamy tone.

he was ablaze with jealousy while you got your dick wet with the one whose identity he attempted to steal. “say it.” the commanding quality of your voice left no room for objections that even he felt the obligation to speak his thoughts.

“can- can i take off your pants? i want you inside me..” what a darling francis mosses was.

a humming released from your sealed lips; he waits. “not completely,” he’s confused until you pull the zipper, freeing your cock from the side and his shyness returns. “better?”

francis nods, cheeks warmed at the scenery. the doppelgänger despised that. “i’m ready, did it myself this morning.” he sheepishly mumbles, releasing himself of his lower garments. “did you plan this?”

it’s taken as an accusation. “no!” could’ve been an exclaim if he wasn’t so breathless in effort of aligning his hole to your tip, “but i’ve... imagined it, you know. keep myself awake to— oh fuck.”

an inch, then a second, and now you’re void of a clue. rewarding yourself with the relief of triumph of the theory that he would feel a lot better than the copy; he is.

if you were to say that aloud, you’re sure the targeted one would be angry enough to keep you from finding your release.

francis’ thighs lay atop of yours, warming your cock with his sensitive walls. he tries to lift himself up, only to realize he was incapable. energy spent due to the earlier attempts. you are met with a whimper, a look in his eye, and the trembling of his lips.

the other tenants are certain to file a complaint.

masterlist﹒divider﹒artist kaworinx

[luselih]

(a nsfw thought about sunday from hsr and his wings- amab reader!!! - minors dni) (written before playing game 🤞)

The way i love Sunday’s character designs from first ever leaks from Penacony is unreal. He is so pretty and magnificent that i couldn’t help my mind from wandering into seeing him sucking dick, your’s especially. Sunday on his knees like HE is a one praying to you instead to all knowing aeon Xipe he is supposed to follow, he’s an Halovian at end of the day, angelic species that is supposed to be respectable and noble. Yet his yellow yellow irises and purple pupils clearly dilated from that burning yet sensational filling in his throat from your size, his eyes staring into your eyes from down as his little white wings brushed against your base since he couldn’t even fit everything into his mouth, little feathers brushing against your balls that made your dick to twitch in his mouth as you reflexively pushed his head more towards you with halo from behind his head, making him deepthroat your entire length unexpectedly. Little muffled cries and moans escaped his mouth barely, tears brimming from his side of his eyes from pain yet his dick is even more painfully erected in his pants, such a pretty picture of a leader of Oak family. Don’t you worry, he’s enjoying himself just as much as you do, just make him continue to move his head back and forth on your dick and he might just cum in his pants without a single touch from you <3

[iceman-soup]

cumdrunk ghost pretty please? w/ begging and dirty talk pleease?? thank you have a good day 😌

ohmygod YES okayy

amab masc!reader x bot!ghost

You've lost count of how many times you've finished inside Simon at this point, but you both know it's a lot. His legs are shaking but still clinging on to where he's wrapped them around your waist, cock leaking against his stomach as he claws at your back, craning his neck to bury his head in your shoulder whilst he sobs. You're buried deep in him, not moving and it's driving him up the wall, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tries desperately to get your attention.

"Please, move, love, please," he keeps whispering, nipping and kissing at your neck but you just won't keep fucking him, instead teasing him relentlessly as he whimpers.

And you've got this stupid grin on your face as you murmur about how "big, scary Ghostie, begging and crying just for me, yeah?" He nods, mumbled begs falling from his damp lips, brown eyes gazing desperately into yours as his head falls back against the pillow again, pulling your face down to kiss him.

Whispered praise and pleas escape him, whines of "you're doin' so good, so so good, please move, please," in between him trying to shove his tongue down your throat as if he's attempting to inhale you.

"My gorgeous boy, looking so pretty right here," you murmur, finally starting to rock your hips back and forth again, making him groan loudly, back arching as he clings onto you.

"Faster, faster, sir, please." You kiss him again, biting at his lower lip to make him whine when you speed up. "Gonna cum again, please, please-" he's cut off by his own moans as his load spurts out over his abdomen, new tears of overstimulation falling as you quicken your pace.

"Didn't even touch you," you chuckle, kissing his cheek softly. "You want to stop, or are you gonna let me cum too, princess?" Simon grabs at your face, shaking hands desperately trying to pull your lips to his.

"Gonna- gonna let you- you cum," he stutters, groaning loudly when you do, then finally pulling out, kissing him again and rolling over so he can lie on top of you, face nestled into the crook of your neck. You both catch your breath for a few moments before you sit up a little, his head resting on your stomach as you look down over his sweaty body, thighs covered in the milky fluids as he mumbles nonsense, eyes closed and body relaxed, your sweet boy drifting off to sleep before you even get the chance to wipe him down or bathe him.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

Well since you want More request Queen Heres One.

How your Male Oc's would have a Male bonding time with an Amab reader?

-👍

im sorry but I can never take writing male ocs or darlings seriously because my brain always goes to "OH YEAHHHH GYM MUSCLES PROTEIN WOOHOOO" this is mostly crack, and not exactly what you asked for

Anyways here you go

Harmony: hey y/n, wanna compare cock sizes-

Y/n: tell me that one more time and I swear to god, I will poison your oats.

Y/n: Brutus stop humping my ass

Brutus: *sad noises*

King: well aren't you a sight for sore eyes~ how would you-

Y/n: I know your tactics satan. And they won't work on me

Johnny: here you go y/n! A sandwich for you and me!

Y/n: Aww thanks johnny- what is that white milky stuff on it.

Timothy: hey-

Y/n: shut your emo looking kesha hair having ass up.

Timothy: is this because I undid the braids yesterday

Y/n: obviously.

Big daddy: I never knew heifers had cocks!

Y/n: ...I am not a heifer-?

Big daddy: oh well! Now you can fuck bené while I take you from behind right?

Y/n: WHAT-??

Y/n: cotton. What did I say about riding me while I'm asleep.

Cotton: .. keep doing it?

Y/n: NO.

Riley: hey babe! You come here often?

Y/n: *is bound and gagged in his basement, just staring at him completely Unimpressed*

Riley: yikes..tough crowd

Kyo: hey y/n, I made you a little something

Y/n: thanks Kyo, what is it-

*click*

Y/n: *slowly looks down to see he put the both of them in handcuffs connecting to eachother*

Y/n: ...why do I always get the freaks...

[cherry-pop-elf]

George Weasley Sexcanons

Because im extremely sick, so im bored

Warnings? Sex sex sex and more sex. Along with some submissive Georgie baby~

What gets his engine going

He’s more of the submissive type. Your definition of a service top. He loves to make sure his partner is feeling so good. Their comfort comes, heh, first before anything else. Mans has 100% just gotten off from eating out/rimming/sucking off

He’s….Hes got mommy issues. As much as we love Molly, you can not deny she was rather verbally abusive. Not to mention having seven kids means you’ll Never have one on one properly. I won’t rant, but mans got a serious mommy kink. Doesn’t matter if you are a man, he’s calling you mommy!

Is a sucker for risk taking. He’s gonna try and eat you out at a quidditch game, jerk you off at the leaky cauldron, he’s gonna rail you in an alley way. He’s an adrenaline junkie, and probably wouldn’t be to shy at the idea of actually doing it infront of people. He likes the rush of it all

If you get a tattoo with his name, or some kind of indication you are his? Oh that’s going to make him feral. He doesn’t actually believe in owning and such, but there is something so enjoyable about it in fantasy. Kink doesn’t equal reality! ((And obviously I don’t need to clarify what is off the table))

Let me say this once, mans has a MAJOR Breeding Kink. Doesn’t matter if you can get pregnant. He’s going to find a way to fuck a baby into you. He’s a Weasley. They love to prove the impossible

Like I said about mommy kink, he is so gonna be a brat. It’s not a number one go to, that’s Fred, but he loves being a menace to society. If he’s not being a brat, you calling him a bad boy might make him cry. That’s why it’s healthy to communicate in the bed room!

Spank him. Spank him nice and good.

Lingerie lingerie lingerie

He might be a size queen, but you didn’t hear it from me 🤭

Oh he just loves doing it in his office. There is something so hot about it. To have you sit in his office, as he eats you out. How you would pin him on the desk, and pound him so hard it starts to rattle. To have you casually come in, wearing nothing at all, and crawling over all the paper work to get to him. If he’s having a bad day, sneak into his office and remind him he’s the boss

Don’t think you won’t be shared with Fred. They are magical twins. They share everything together.

Don’t be shy of your body hair. He likes his bitches natural. There’s also something so romantic to him about it. That you can just be your truest self around him, and not need to panic about your looks. Just your true self, and such

Speaking of natural self, he likes his bitches a little thicc. Blame his dad for liking em big. Nothing like some love handles to grab onto, or some ear warmers to keep him trapped in place. But most importantly? The cuddles

Expect to be of ‘use’ during busy hours at work. Like sucking him off while he does paper work, or being stress relief after a Karen comes into town

Boobs? Butt? Mans a thigh guy. He loves himself a partner with thick thighs, long legs, and some well pedicured feet. Yes. He’s a feet guy. Thigh highs in orange will make him cream alright

Expect to be his partner in trying new sex shop items

Speaking of that, don’t be scared to try new things with him. You never know. Maybe your weird kink could be the next hottest item the shop!

AFAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position with you would be the mating press. He just loves having your legs over his shoulders, and getting a front row seat at your begging face

He is going to be that type to fill you full of cum, and make you walk around with it

Sundresses baby

Peg him silly boo boo. He will ride that strap on until sunrise don’t even question it

Expect lots of cock warming. Especially when busy at work

Your tits are his now. His favorite thing to play with, when it isn’t your pussy. Even not in a sexual sense. You’ll just wake up with a hand on the tibbie

AMAB Partner Shenanigans

His favorite position is cowgirl. To have his hands on your chest, as he pants. Whimpering and moaning, as you move in and out of him. To have you spank him to move faster. Gets him all kinds of work up

He’s gonna be a shit head and sneak under tables a lot and have his fun with you

You will wake up to him dealing with your morning wood

He is going to sit on your cock when he is doing work. He will be a bastard and spin his hips

[leighsartworks216]

The Burlesque Boutique

Astarion x male/AMAB!Tav/Reader

Based on this art by @marbledgummi

I could not resist

There are two versions of this fic. Read the strap-on version here

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: explicit smut, crying, orgasm denial, swearing, one reference to past trauma

Word Count: 2,620

Main Masterlist

First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

AO3

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“Dove?”

Astarion poked his head into the study. You were hunched over the desk on your side of the room, hands working away at something. The other half of the room (his half) was cluttered with sewing and jewelry supplies, half-made dresses and suits, and a stack of pillows for when he wanted to take a nap without straying too far from you. He never really imagined settling down, owning a house, but now he couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

“Did you order something from,” he glances at the box in his hand, “the ‘Burlesque Boutique’, by any chance?”

“No,” you answered. You look up from your project with a quirked brow. “Why?”

His mouth opens, about to explain. But then a wicked little idea curled around his brainstem, crooking a finger at him and tempting him toward mischief. Instead, he smiled in that way that showed he was planning something. You raise your brows higher at him. “No reason, darling.”

“Mhm.” You turn back to your work. “Don’t catch anything on fire.”

He scoffs, shouting back as he pads down the rest of the hall to the bedroom. “It was one time!” He heard you chuckle in response.

The box wasn’t big - a foot or so wide and rectangular. It also wasn’t much to look at, despite the shop’s name in script on the top suggesting something racy or scandalous. He flipped it over a few times, but there was no name. The mail carrier must have delivered it to the wrong house, or it was a lame prank from some teens.

He sighed. He really hoped it was something more than that.

He cut the silky red ribbon holding it shut with a knife he kept in his bedside table. He almost considered saving it. If the rest of this turned out to be a bust, at least he could tie your hands up with this. But the rope he had for such an act was much softer, and quite a bit stronger. So he dropped it carelessly to the side and lifted the lid.

He chuckled, delighted and utterly amused as he unfolded the tissue paper and revealed a set of pink and white lingerie. The top was a sheer negligee with thin straps and a little bow that would rest prettily between a pair of breasts. Long, white stockings were folded beneath it, with a matching garter belt to keep them up.

Oh, this was… He could just picture you wearing it, all dolled up just for him.

And then the thought turned back on him.

What if he got all dolled up for you? He wasn’t a stranger to wearing feminine clothing - you’d particularly enjoyed him in the Wavemother’s robe. Testing the thought, he lifted the negligee by the straps and held it up to his chest. It looked like it would fit…

He started to lower it back into the box when something else caught his eye. He placed it on the bed instead and moved the stocking out of the way and- Oh. Oh gods. A pretty pair of panties hidden at the bottom of the box, the same pink as the negligee and with a little ribbon of its own.

Now, how could he resist?

-

You didn’t jump when arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, so used to Astarion’s habit of sneaking up just for affection. He pressed like kisses to the side of your neck as he peered over your shoulder.

Your hands worked diligently on your project. Astarion pressed another kiss just below your ear, where he whispered, “Can you spare a moment, darling? I wish to show you something.”

You hum, taking in his words but too focused to answer. Once you find a good moment to stop, you set everything down and turn your head to look at him. “What is it, star?”

He grins deviously as he captures your lips, cupping your cheek and keeping you in place. He’d hate to spoil the surprise.

He doesn’t pull away as he sidles around your chair. You sigh quietly into his mouth when he parts your lips with his tongue. The sound alone makes his cock twitch, pressed tightly against the lace of the panties that keep it in place. He groans quietly.

Dexterous as ever, he sits himself on your lap easily, straddling your legs. You automatically reach up to support him, hands landing on his hips to keep him from sliding off, but then your eyes shoot open.

He’s smirking when you pull away with wide eyes as you lean back to take him in. You can’t get enough. Your eyes trail all down his body, looking at his chest and stomach through the sheer pink negligee. The garter belt hugs his waist, straps reach down his thighs to hold onto the tall stockings. The matching lace panties, bulging with his growing erection. A pretty silk ribbon is tied around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.

You look up at him in awe, all flushed with dilating pupils. “Where did you get this?”

“Somebody left a package at the door,” he explains, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You immediately give in to the attention, tilting your head to the side as you grip his thigh and tangle your fingers in his hair. “No name, no address. I expected a prank, but the temptation was too good to miss.”

He nipped at your pulse and you groaned. “Speaking of temptation.” You tugged at his hair, pulling him away from your neck. A little harder than strictly necessary, but he just grinned as his head was tipped back with the pressure. The ribbon strained against his throat. “Gods, how should I have you?”

“In any way you please, my love.”

You smirk up at him. “In any way?” You tug at his hair again, drawing a grunt of pleasure from your lover. His Adam’s apple bobbed, fully exposed and prominent. You release his hair and slide your hand to his throat. He watches through lidded eyes. With deft fingers, you pull at one end of the ribbon, and it comes apart, falling from his neck. You tap his thigh. “Get up.”

He gives you an uncertain look, almost a frown, but he complies. You stand and push him back until his ass hits the edge of the desk. He blindly reaches behind him to push your stuff back carelessly. You’re too entranced with him and the lewd images racing through your mind to care.

You grab his hip and push lightly, telling him without words what you wanted him to do. He lifts himself onto the edge. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Good boy.”

You step back to take him all in. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed up in someone else’s lingerie just for you.

You don’t take your eyes off his as you kneel down before him. The sight of you on your knees, face so close to his aching cock, sends a thrill down his spine. He grips onto the edge of the desk to retain some self-control.

You hold onto his legs as you begin trailing kisses along them. You kiss a line from his knee, up along the stocking, until you finally reach skin. There, you nip at the soft flesh. Closer and closer to where he needs you.

He groans above you. “You’re going to kill me at this rate,” he whines.

You grin against his skin, but don’t immediately act to provide him any relief. Instead, you kiss and bite your way to the edge of the panties. And, devil that you are, you kiss over the bulge. It twitches under your lips as Astarion hisses. You lick a stripe against it and he tenses with a strangled moan.

“Gods, please,” he begs, voice airy. “Too tight. Too tight.”

Mercifully, you pull the lace down, freeing him from his prison and tucking it under his balls. His dick was hard and sensitive. A small bead of precum already shined at the head.

“Desperate?” you tease.

He glares down at you. “Excited,” he corrects sharply. “To have your pretty little mouth around me.”

You hum, studying his dick. The longer you did nothing, the more it strained, eager to be touched, tasted, teased. You press a little kiss at the head, kitten-licking the precum away as his hips buck for more.

And then you stand. He whines.

“Bedroom. I want to take you properly.”

He wastes no time, leaping up from his seat and rushing to the bedroom. You follow after, leisurely. He sits at the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the covers to stop from touching himself. You walk around to your bedside table. “Lay down.”

His eyes never stray from you as he crawls back to the center of the bed. He swallows excitedly as you pull out a small container of oil. Truth be told, Astarion doesn’t bottom very often. It can bring back bad memories, of being used, but he enjoys this immensely, and he can’t wait to be fucked by you.

You kneel by him and lean down to kiss him. It’s hot and eager, Astarion nipping and sucking as he tries to distract himself. Your hand finds his inner thigh and his hips jerk to find friction. You don’t provide him any, of course.

You pull away to kiss his neck, massaging his thigh and hip as you mark him up. “Such a good boy,” you whisper into his skin. He whines, pressing his head back into the bed. He loves your praise.

His cock is weeping and red with need when you pull away. You stand and make your way to the foot of the bed. “Back or stomach?”

Gods, thinking about either makes him keen. He has to bite his lip to form a coherent thought. “Stomach.”

“Flip over.”

He does immediately. He gets on his hands and knees, back arching in anticipation. His cock dribbles onto the sheets, but neither of you can care in this moment.

He feels the bed shift as you climb back on behind him. He tries to look back, to see what you’re doing. It’s futile. All he knows is he needs to be touched so fucking bad. It consumes his entire mind.

You slide the panties down until it’s bridging between his thighs, unable to be fully removed with the garter belt holding up the stockings. You caress one of his ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to reveal his tight asshole. You bite the other cheek, quite hard, enough to leave a slight imprint of your teeth. He lowers down to his elbows so he can press his face in his arms.

“Good?” you ask, pressing a light kiss over the reddening mark.

He nods frantically. “Don’t stop,” he whimpers.

Your hand leaves him for a moment, but he can hear the sound of the oil bottle opening. You slick your fingers and spread his cheeks once more. He can’t help the keening moan that erupts from his mouth when you rub and prod at his entrance. He tries to rock back into your fingers, to fuck himself on them, but you hold him in place.

You take your time to gently stretch him, adding one finger at a time and never going deep enough. At one point, you push your fingers as deep as they can go and he sobs into his arms.

When you think he’s ready, you slick yourself up with more oil, sitting up on your knees and grabbing onto his hips with both hands. He’s a mess, pressing into you against his will. He needs you inside him.

You coo sweetly to him. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. You’re so pretty like this.” You line up your dick with his asshole and slowly, so fucking slowly, push in. He groans and keens and makes all sorts of lovely noises. He grips at the bedsheets and squirms slightly as you fill him. “So fucking gorgeous. My good boy. So good.”

You still when your hips are flush with his ass. He whines and tries to press back again, but there’s nothing more to take. He is completely full of your cock.

You roll your hips and he gasps, babbling to beg you to move, to fuck him. You shush him as you slowly pull your cock almost all the way out, and press in again. There’s less resistance each time, until you can set a good pace without hurting him.

He moans and whines your name, gasping when you sharply thrust into him. The negligee slips down his body with the rocking motion until it pools around his chest and bunches at his shoulder blades.

“You look so good in pink, baby,” you tell him. You lean over his back and press loving kisses on his neck and shoulders. He turns his head to try looking at you, to try to say something playful. But he can’t open his eyes, and none of his words come out as words. “You’re being so good for me, pretty boy. I’ll take care of you.”

You sit back up and grab his hips tighter, pulling them toward you with each thrust. He cries out as you pound into him, speeding up as you feel your own orgasm approaching. Your movements become sloppy and lose the rhythm, but you only fuck him harder and faster to compensate. You can tell he’s close. He gasps breathlessly against the covers, hips rocking for friction against the air. He’s so fucking close.

You lift a leg to be effectively kneeling behind him. It changes the angle just enough that you rub against his prostate with each thrust. He moans loudly, the sound choking in his throat and coming out as a desperate whine. He doesn’t last.

A few more thrusts and his orgasm tears through him. He cums hard, body trembling and cock twitching as he finally finds the release he longed for, without hardly being touched.

His asshole clenches around you, squeezing your cock with each spurt of cum. You don’t stop fucking him until you orgasm, stuffing him with cum, buried deep inside his ass. You’re both panting, whimpering messes as you fill him, as he stains the blankets and coats his stomach. The negligee is just barely out of reach, unstained by just a hair.

When you’re both spent, you sit there a moment, catching your breath. You slowly ease out of him. He whimpers softly, but sighs contently once the pressure is gone. He can still feel your seed filling him up, starting to drip out as his stretched asshole clenches around nothing once more. His legs are unsteady, hands merely resting on the blankets instead of clutching for dear life.

You get up from the bed and go to the side to help him roll over and lay on his back without laying in his own spend. He clumsily finds your hand where you held his waist and holds it.

“Good?” you ask again. You push his matted curls from his forehead and kiss his brow. He nods against your lips. He still can’t quite find his words. You kiss his cheek. “Bath?”

He nods again, but holds tighter to your hand when you try to pull away. “Not yet,” he mumbles. He draws your hand up to his face, holding it to his cheek as he leans into it with a quiet sigh.

You press your head to his, kissing his temple and the length of his ear tenderly. “Take your time, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

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