#you’re so supple so pliable

[sems-diarie]

Getting tag teamed by Shigaraki and Dabi, Dabi holding your legs open for Shigaraki to eat you out, desperate and messy moaning almost louder than you. You taste so good, he’s never leaving and Dabi’s holding you tight to make sure you can’t escape, rasping filthy words in your ear, and when you’re finally too weak to run anymore he reaches a hand down to give your wrecked pussy some smacks whenever Shiggy comes up for air, laughing at the way your body jolts each time, ugh they’re the worst.

they r sick n twisted in having their way w you. dabi holding you still, pinching your nipples between his scarred fingers because his dick leaks when you cry his name. so unsuspecting—what, you didn’t think they’d take advantage of you?

“we’re com-comrades,” you squeak, eyes wet and throat raw. “don’t you wanna help me? dabi? sh-shigaraki? tomura, please.”

ahh but don’t you know that just makes ‘em harder? asking them to ease up—they can’t help but sink their teeth into you all over. maybe then you’ll get the message.

it’s so embarrassing because they have no sense of boundaries. your pussy is on their time. and eventually your body just adjusts, and your pussy leaks anytime they get that sharp pinch in their brow.

[moonstruckme]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write (any length you’d like) Remus smut where reader is just so so desperate for him and he’s such a soft Dom🫶🏻 if not please just disregard this🫶🏻

Hi, thank you for requesting! Honestly unsure if this qualifies as full smut, but I hope you like it

cw: smut mdni, dom/sub dynamic

modern au

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 688 words

You’re hovering by the door. You think you’re being quiet, but Remus can hear the floorboards creaking as you shift from foot to foot. 

Reluctantly, he tears his attention from his story. “Something the matter, dove?” 

Your eyes widen. As if you’d never in a million years have expected to attract his notice. Remus might roll his eyes if it weren’t so cute. 

“No,” you say quickly. “Everything’s fine, just miss you.” 

He gives you a small smile. “Sorry, I won’t be much longer. You know how it is, though, I can’t just stop in the middle of a chapter or I’ll have trouble getting back in the flow next time.” 

“Right, I know.” You rub your lips together. “I’m not trying to rush you.” 

“Just a few more minutes, honey.” 

“Okay.” 

There’s a moment of silence, but Remus lets it sit, sensing you have more to say. 

He’s right. “Can I sit by you while you work?” your voice is tentative. “I’ll be quiet.” 

He chuckles. “Yeah, course you can.” 

You go eagerly to his feet, resting your cheek against his leg. “Thanks,” you mumble. 

Remus manages to type with one hand so he can stroke your head while he works. He’s nearly done with his chapter when he feels movement against his thigh. He looks down. You’re nuzzling your cheek against the rough material of his pants with glazed-over eyes, teeth working into your bottom lip. He thinks he sees your thighs shifting against each other under your skirt.

“Baby.”

The word sounds dipped in honey, and yet you look up like you’re in trouble. 

“Sorry,” you say, lifting your face from his leg. 

“It’s alright,” he says gently. “I didn’t realize you were feeling so needy, honey. Wanna sit on my lap and keep yourself busy while I finish up?” 

A smile splits your face, and Remus chuckles when you scramble up. He sets a hand on your waist as you straddle his leg, your skirt fanned out around you.

“Just take it easy, alright? I’m almost done, I’ll take care of you in a minute.” 

You nod happily. “Thanks, Rem.” 

“Course.” 

Remus tries to focus on the story as he types, but it’s not easy. You work yourself up in record time, fingers digging into his shoulders and lips turning red and raw as your hips move under his hand. He can feel the heat of you through his pantleg. 

The words are far from perfect, but it’s a relief when he finishes. You look up when his laptop shuts with a click. Your eyes brighten. 

“You having fun, dove?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Yeah?” Remus lets his voice stretch out low and sultry, reaching up to run his thumb over your bottom lip. It’s wet and swollen, pliable to his touch. Your eyelids droop and you grind your hips harder into his thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl for me.” 

You flush a pretty pink but can’t repress your smile at the praise. Remus kisses you slowly, paying special attention to that tormented bottom lip. He soothes his tongue over the bite marks you’ve made, stroking your hip from bum to waist with his hand. 

“Why’re you embarrassed?” 

“I’m not embarrassed.” 

“No?” He kisses the supple skin underneath your jaw, pressing his lips to your racing pulse. “You’re blushing like mad, dove.” 

You fluster, setting your hands on his face and ducking away from him. “Remus,” you whine. “You’re being mean.” 

He grins, almost sheepish but not quite. “You’re right, honey, I’m sorry. You’re just too cute like this.” 

“You said you’d take care of me,” you remind him. “I was good for you.” 

“You were,” he agrees, bestowing a far kinder kiss to the corner of your lips. “You’re always my good girl, hm?” 

You gasp as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers flattening over your panties. They’re soaked. He hooks a finger in the fabric to pull it aside, keeping his eyes on yours while he prods experimentally at your warmth. 

You make a quiet whimpering sound. Remus kisses you placatingly. 

“You always get what you want in the end, don’t you?”

[bimbosandbubbles]

Grip

Synopsis- JJK men who unknowingly have a deep attraction to your pudge. Men who just love your fat tummy!

Gojo

The man always finds himself zeroing in on your pouch of flesh—practically staring holes at it. It can come off as judgy or scrutinizing but it’s the opposite—admiration. He just loves when you wear form fitting clothing like a skintight dress or leggings—anything that shows your supple shape.

He loves when he can see the outline of its shape—the beautiful almost “U” like shape enchanting him. It’s so beautiful to him and so attractive to him. He just indulges in the fact that it’s so effortlessly plump—so kissable and touchable. So incredibly easy to press into and mold whatever shape he longs for.

“You’re so pretty,baby? Yeah you like how deep I am inside?”

Gojo has your legs pushed into your chest,chest heaving and faces constantly grazing each other as he pulls in and out of you. Even though he can see your pretty face,that he loves,his eyes immediately gaze down to stare at your tummy.

The rolls of your stomach are pushed together and layered on top of each other—and fuck it just looks so good to him. He purposefully pushes your legs back just see your flesh layer onto itself some more. He ignores your whines as he bends and plays with you for his unknown pleasure.

And pleasure he gets because by the time he’s done with you in that position,he’s came on your tummy three times now and he’s planning to make it a fourth.

Nanami

The man is naturally a provider, a person who feels a responsibility to take care of others. So with that huge part of his nature he’s naturally drawn to your softer features especially your stomach. Every time he returns home from his draining and tiring job—there you are in the kitchen making a meal full of love for the both of you and every instance,no matter how tired he is,no matter how much work he has to catch up on—Nanami’s hands always find themselves gripping the pudgy stomach.

He’ll stand behind you,hands kneading it and rubbing it ever so gently. He’ll listen you talk about your mundane activities that you don’t think really matter but he always listens. He hums and rubs you,each stroke and pinch of his fingers like a warm comfort. A comfort that always turned perverted and pleasurable.

“Did I say stop talking? I want to hear about your day.”

It’s hard to talk when his large hand is rubbing cool circles on your harden nipples through your thin shirt. Not only that but you couldn’t just talk normally when his hand is playing with your throbbing clit—caressing ever so soft circles onto the fleshy bud.

“Nanami—!”

“That’s right talk for me,be a good wife and just tell me about your day,m’kay?” You couldn’t get any words other than praising and chanting the man’s name. That’s when he removes his hand from your breast and goes back to gripping your pliable tummy.

All you can think about is the blissful sensation of his hand rubbing your clit and the loving touch of his extremities onto the excess above your pelvis. Oh yeah,Nanami just loves this everyday practice of his.

Yuji

The man always finds himself laying on your tummy—recapping his day and ranting about anything with you. He melts in the pillow like texture,snuggling into you—hands placed onto your stomach and tuffs of pink hair being the only think you can see while he just relaxes on you.

You could feel him occasionally kissing you through your shirt before he lifts it up and just starts sucking on the smooth skin. His rambles slowly turn into him forming hickeys on the fatty skin—the innocent conversations turned into pure concentration on the shapes he’s making with his mouth.

“Can I go down there..?” All Yuji needed was to see you breathlessly nod yes. He needs no more time before he pulls your panties to the side and latches his mouth onto your clit.

He’ll suck and suck—veiny hands making sure to rest on your belly,pretty brown eyes constantly watching you—eating up your wanton moans. You can’t help but grips the pinks tuffs of hair that barely pokes out from behind your plump belly.

Yuji won’t stop—not til his jaw locks,not til his whole mouth hurts. He’ll service you happily all while his large hands tease and grope your tummy. The extremities cupping the skin in batches—leaving a reminding sting of how hard he’s really gripping you.

His fingers will trace into your geography—pads of his pointer and his index mulling over your stretch marks and cellulite. He practically remolds your stomach—using it to still himself while he uses his grip to rut against the bed.

Yuji just loves melting into you and talking to you-always dissolving in the plush flesh that he so enjoys.

Geto

This man uses your tummy as a comfort—a place of safety and a feeling of home. He’ll normally be going over scrolls or whatever busy work always having you beside him—big hand reaching over to pull you closer to him,leaning down to grip the abundant flesh that sits above your mound.

But sometimes Geto doesn’t want to work. He wants focus on you and only you. He’ll start off by asking you to sit on his lap,saying he wants to be closer you—which isn’t a lie only a half truth. And you do,always. You press down onto him gently but of course your comforting weight is still felt—felt enough for Geto to fight back a groan. He doesn’t utter a word,only placing his hand on your tummy and continuing busying himself. He won’t talk to until he feels the squirming begin—that’s when he can have fun.

“If you keep moving like that my love you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” He warns. His warning makes you stiffen up—entertaining him with your automatic obedience. For awhile you stay still but can’t help but to rock back and forth. And that’s how you end up,still sitting on his lap the only difference being his warm cock sheathed inside you.

“You can’t distract me from my work baby,so no moving okay? Be a good girl for me and stay still.”Geto asks you to stay still—tells you to be good for him yet he’s the one who won’t stop touching you. His nimble fingers finding comfort in the doughy fat—he relishes in the push back your skin offers the more he digs in you. But what he loves even more is when he touches your fat mound,enjoying your sweet whimpers of momentary pleasure. He knows you want him to fuck—want him in your guts.

However he loves how your pussy clenches against his still cock—desperate for some attention. He cups your tummy and breathes in your scent—loving the self induced torture. Your warm pudge offering a anchor—some comfort for you.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing. 

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess?  he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth. 

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

[captainfern]

hi cap! i didn’t think i’d ever send in any requests but i just adore your writing and would love if you could make a Price x plussized!reader fic. Like who’s insecure about her weight/body and Price gives her some reassurance (😏). It’s extremely hard to find plus size friendly fics but I just think Price would treat a big girl so well😩

hi darling !! i hope this is okay <3 and as a plus-sized gyal, i appreciate the ask :)

oh and btw, @391780 writes amazingly for plus-sized readers, and i’m sure they can recommend you other great writers too :3

18+, fem!reader+plus-sized!reader

when you’re married to john price, there is absolutely no reason to feel self conscious around him. he is the most supportive, loving man you’d ever met, and he shows so much genuine appreciation for you and your body that it made you melt every time.

apart from fucking you (of course), his absolute favourite thing to do is to stretch you out against the bed, opening your thighs enough for his head to settle between them. he loved the warm weight of your thighs against his shoulders and the side of your head, and he loved being able to wrap his large hands around them too. sometimes, if he was in a particular mood, one of his hands would shift to the softness of your belly and push down, simply feeling the beauty of you.

price’s tongue would start flat against you— licking hot stripes up your wet folds, again and again, enjoying the way your legs trembled against him. then, he would suck your clit into his mouth, skimming it gently with his teeth as his tongue laved across it. goddamn, his cock would ache painfully in his trousers at the pretty moans that fell from your lips.

then, he’d finally stuff your wet hole with his tongue, his facial hair scraping along the supple skin of your inner-thighs, making you shiver. he’d grunt and groan into the slick heat of your pussy, eyes fixated on the way the mound of your tummy began to quiver and contract at the approach of your orgasm— an orgasm which he happily lapped up, grunting into you.

oh my god, and when he finally fucks you? the closest thing to heaven on earth, you think.

he loves positions where he can hold onto some part of you in a nice, firm grip. he’s obsessed with laying you on your back, your upper body slightly propped against pillows, so he can fuck into you. he’ll hold the fat of your thighs, kneading and groping and groaning at the pure soft warmth of you beneath his hands. his cock reached deep inside you, stuffing your full, his broad hips snapping against yours.

price also fucking loved it when your stomach rubs up against his. he really loves it. buried to the hilt inside you, grinding his hips against yours with your puffy clit snagging on the coarse hair at the base of his cock, price savours the feel of your tummy against his. your belly so pliable— just begging to be painted with his cum— so soft, so fucking yummy against him. god he loved it. he loved you.

despite his raging breeding kink, price would pull out and paint your pretty round tummy with his pearly white cum. he’d splatter your skin, and then smear it further— smooth it between the rolls, over your navel, up between the crevice of your breasts. all the while, he’d mutter sweet nothings to you while his cock grew hard at the sight again.

“y’just such a pretty girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? look how pretty you are all covered in my cum. s’how it should be. gotta cover this beautiful body in my cum an’ paint this tummy nice an’ white, hm?”

price also loves doggy. but, he makes sure you’re nice and comfortable and supported. he’ll have you lean over the arm of the sofa, or maybe the kitchen counter. he’ll bend you over on your shared bed, several pillows propped up beneath you so that he could get the best view of your plush arse and thighs.

fucks you like a madman in this position. not as gentle. grips your hips tightly, and will smack your arse just to see the lightly dimpled flesh ripple— on a few occasions, the sight almost made him com straight away.

his hips would slam against your arse, which he was pulling apart with strong hands, spreading your cheeks to get a good look at your dripping cunt. you were so wet, gushing around his cock as he fucked you, cockhead reaching the base of your womb. the slick, gummy walls of your pussy sucked him in, the bed creaking beneath the pair of you as his thrusts grew harsher, your face and breasts pushed against the bed.

“that’s it, sweetheart, there are go. can feel this pretty pussy clampin’ ‘round my cock. you wanna come? you wanna come ‘round my big cock, pretty girl?” he’d almost say it like a taunt, and it always made you fucking come. you’d squirt around him, dribbling out and around his cock. he’d moan loudly in response, his rutting never once stopping. “there we go, good girl— that’s a good girl, mama. such a good pussy, jus’ for me, hm? an’ this pretty fuckin’ body’s all mine too. all fuckin’ mine.”

this time, he’ll come inside you, filling you up nice and full until you’re dropping with him. he pumped his cock in and out, pushing as much of his cum into you as possible. he loved the roundness of your tummy, the fullness of your breasts and the thick warmth of your thighs— but he was addicted to the thought of your belly growing even bigger with his baby.

[frudoo]

Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse was to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he could do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

     “So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk. 

     This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your round cheek. He let you cry in his arms, kissing your forehead and murmuring into your ear about all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out. 

     That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of. 

     Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your supple skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out. 

     “Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves the attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder. 

     “I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

     “Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue, oceanic eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze. 

     Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come. 

     Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s dry, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task. 

     With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

pairing: joel miller x plus size!f!reader

genre: smut, romance, fluff, minors dni

word count: 0.7k

summary: a typical morning in jackson.

warnings: established relationship, soft!joel miller, somnophilia (it's not stated specifically in the fic but it is consensual), dry humping, no y/n, fingering, honestly this is just something soft, sweet, and simple not much else to say

The early orning light trickles through the loose curtains. Dark shadows become lighter. Joel feels the warmth touching his cheek, slowly, he opens his eyes. The sun is barely up, the sky a muted blue. He’s never been a morning person. Mornings used to mean the rush of work, after that it meant waking up to a nightmare. 

Now, he’s not sure what they mean.

Joel turns, pressing his body up against yours. Your heat envelopes him beneath the sheets. You’re always so warm, so pliant when it comes to him. A soft snore parts your lips as you shuffle back unaware that the two of you are already close as close can be. Joel places a hand on your bare thighs and lazily traces his fingers up your body, cheating his way under your shirt— It’s the only thing you’re wearing. Too weak to put on anything else after he buried himself deep inside you, again and again, until you were making a delightful mess. 

He lets out a sigh and his lips touch the back of your neck. His fingers gently dig into your stomach, move over the supple curves.  

So soft. 

Then he cups your breast, swirling a calloused thum around the nipple until it peaks. The pliable flesh fills his palm, spills through his knuckles. He lays a tender kiss on your skin. You’re so fucking soft. He’s obssesed with it. Obssesed in feeling your heat, your body. . . especially when you’re deep in sweet slumber, unaware how gorgeous you look. 

His dick twitches under his boxers. Joel grinds against the swell of your ass, a dark patch already growing. He drags his nose down your neck and slips his hand down between your legs. You’re still wet from last night. He feels your clit throbbing, already responding to his touch. He knows you’re sore. And no matter how badly he wants to feel your wetness around his throbbing cock, he’s not going to hurt you. 

Languidly he moves his fingers up and down your folds, shuddering as his fingers become wet and sticky with slick. You exhale sslowly, your hips moving on their own accord as you attempt to meet the slow grind of his fingers. The silky brush of your ass shortens his breath. The roll of his hips becomes more deliberate, faster. His need for your grows substantially. He traces your entrance with the tips of his fingers and slips one inside. You jolt in your sleep but otherwise seem comfortable. He adds another one, thrusts them in and out slowly, the sun outside grows brighter. 

You squeeze him tight, your body tensing against him. His fingers only still for a moment, knuckle deep, as he becomes overwhelmed with his own release. His lower abdomen tightens, muscles clenching, his breathing comes to a halt. His hips stutter forward with a sense of separation, spilling into his boxers. 

He comes and comes and comes— it seeps through the fabric, sticks to your skin with his every clothed thrust. He can’t help it. You feel too good. 

Joel resumes the thrusts of his fingers while the tremors of his orgasm continues to through him. 

You wake with a moan, your voice hoarse, “Joel?” 

“I’m here sweetheart,” he mutters, drawing wet starts over your clit. Your breath hitches and your entire body shudders. He groans at the way you gush around him, lips now fully attached to your skin, licking the salt. “That’s it. . . atta girl. Love the way you make a mess, honey.” 

Joel works you through it, his strokes slow and gentle. He whispers praise into your ear, nipping the earlobe. You whimper and grind back against him. A more violent shiver engufs you, the wet fabric scraping your bare skin. “Y-You came already?” 

He breathes out a laugh, hands making their way up your body, squeezing every inch of you. “I might’ve,” he mutters, kissing your cheek. “How did you sleep?” 

“Good, I guess. Nothing out of the ordinary,” you turn enough so you can press your lips together. He smiles against your mouth, tongue moving over your bottom lip. “Is it bad that I want you to wake me up like this every morning?” you ask with a giggle. 

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he mumbles. You cup his soft cock through the wet boxers, he jerks into your palm. “Not at all.” 

[luxesiren]

thinking about semi-public sex with ryuzaki…

cw :: smut, public sex, corruption kink (kind of??), ditzy reader, stalking

that man had you in the palm of hands, almost too pliable and close to naive but he promised that he would take care of you and give you whatever you wanted so there was no harm in being that way.

ryuzaki followed you and you knew, did you care? not particularly, because he was protecting you from the big scary men you were always afraid of. leading him throughout the dark park where not that many people resided at the moment but it was perfect.

of course, ryu knew your game — he always did and it never stopped him from outsmarting you. so he took a shortcut, he knew away to get to you faster. he knew because of his obsessive tendencies, he was obsessed with you and that wasn’t going to change for a while.

you were confused, the steps behind you weren’t there anymore, you wondered where they could’ve gone but nonetheless; he always found you. a hand pulls you from the side, your back colliding with the tunnel wall softly. there he stood, ryuzaki looking you in your eyes, not a thought behind them — he never thought about anything but if he did then it was about you every single time.

“ryu~” your meek voice called out, his lips on yours before you could finish. hands on your waist, roaming your body in ways that you’d never forget. your hands landed on his shoulders, gripping them tightly and pulling him closer. no matter how much he followed you or how much he was obsessed with you — you liked it.

lips leaving yours, cold tingles remain there and he finally utters a word, “i like the way you say my name. doesn’t leave room for you to say anyone else’s name.” it may’ve seem presumptuous but not to him, not when he knew just how much you enjoyed being watched by him.

you want him, of course you do. how could you not? he was the least scary guy you’ve come across and he cared about you. he really did, he cared enough to take care of you right now.

lips on your neck, sucking and biting trying so desperately to leave his mark on you. your breathy moans and soft whimpers like music to his ears. he craved you, wanted you more than you would ever know.

so was that why his hands toyed with the waistband of your jeans? why he let your sounds of pleasure lead his slender fingers to unbutton your jeans? taking you by surprise but you weren’t going to deter him.

not when you were soaking, dripping something so supple that it makes him dizzy. “ryu, there could be people around..” only words to leave you before a whine shoves its way out your mouth.

he pulls back again, “there isn’t anyone around.” you looked pensive, nervous, worried someone may hear you or find you, “didn’t i say that i would take care of you?”

biting your lip, you were convinced. he did say that and he’s been living up to it, so you pulled him back into you. his fingers teasing the lining of your panties, snapping them against your skin causing a gasp to come out of you. his tongue clouding your judgement with the way it curled around yours.

he pulled back again and there was no hiding the needy whine that came from you, he wanted to see how good he can make you feel. your lips part when his fingers toy with your folds, a small smirk appears on his face. slender and calculated fingers teased you making your knees buckle together but he would keep you upright.

“i haven’t even got to feel your pussy in all its entirety but you’re willing to give it to me? almost begging me…” his words echoing throughout your brain, teeth biting your earlobe and harsh breaths falling from his lips. he’s been affected in the same way as you, of course he has.

he gets to have his favorite girl handed to him on a silver platter. why wouldn’t he be going insane.

a/n :: this one is actually one of my fave things that i’ve written.

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[vampi-amora]

Al haitham x chubby fem reader

(Noncon/ weak-pathetic reader/blood-and virginity loss) Kay! these are the only warnings⚠️ . That and Al here is a bit ooc so I apologize!

So lovely…

He breathed in deeply staring down at your soft lips and doughy cheeks.

You looked so tender, so juicy.. he couldn’t help but want to take a bite out of you.

Plump and delicious features, round belly and soft, subtle legs… he leaned forward taking your lovely face in his rough hands. your sent, your eyes-you’re practically to die for as u stared in fear at the pushy man.

You couldn’t move your lips to speak, you couldn’t blink or even swallow the lump in your throat. You’re astonished and perplexed at this disgusting turn of events.

Your laying beneath this man as he caress and adore your figure, as if you were a lamb left for slaughter. you Trimble and try pushing against his toned chest, but to no avail, watching him undress your distressed form.“P..please, leave me be…” you spoke in earnestly, with sadness carrying in your deep, hollow-like voice. “Let me go…I want no part in this..”, continuing with your woes and writhing against him, he only scoffed in annoyance. Taking irritation in your weak and pathetic attempt to plead for freedom.

Honestly…you’re so childish, he thought kissing up your soft neck and squeezing at your pliable and supple legs, pushing them up to your chest-Forcing them as far as your belly would allow.

His gray hair shining in the dim night, and your fresh hot tears glistening in the moon light. “Just keep quiet. You…you were so eager-now your afraid? How come, hmm?”

He asked pausing for a second to hear your excuses. “Al haitham…I’m..im not ready okay? I’m s-scared…just-“

You couldn’t even finish your train of thought once you felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh.

Wet pre cum leaking and the heat form your pussy was intoxicating…

“Ridiculous…you expect me to believe that when your practically inviting me in?”, He asked leaning in close to kiss at your chin, then your lips.

No time to think while your muffled thoughts were being swallowed whole by this man soft lips. it just made u even more uncomfortable And being frank, your not even completely sure how you to this point. But at this moment, you couldn’t do much to avoid the inevitable…you tense up and groan when you feel his dick penetrate your pussy-you could feel the blood slowly leak from out, while your lips were still caught between his.

Tongues tangled together while sweat dripped down your forehead and chest. Your tummy, breast and hips bouncing against his as he jack hammed in your virgin hole.

Your flinching and jumping at each thrust, he didn’t even give you time to adjust or adhere to this… newfound feeling. It hurt and stung-but the sudden rush of pleasure would come and go each time. You didn’t know wether to feel disgusted because of your slight pleasure build up, or cry because should it hurt this bad??

While Your thoughts ate you alive , he leans back from the kiss and take view of the sight below him.

Your like a shy litte kitten, your hands covering your face in shame as your mewls and voice shook from the vibrations of each powerful thrust.

“Just look at you.” He grunted “your enjoying this aren’t you?”. The bastard smirked looking away then, somehow picking up the already impossible pace.

You couldn’t think anymore.

His dick kept hitting that one spot where is hurt and become sore, but slowly it started to warm you up…in a good way? You’re scared and ready for this hell to end, so you latch on to his arms that we’re holding your legs to your chest still.

“Hmm?” He glanced at your for a second, seeing how your trying to accommodate to him and he was just relishing in the fact that he making you acting so shy. He’s complacent and slightly proud when he feels his seed leak in and out your sore, used pussy as he finished inside.

“……”

After all is said and done, he pulls out. You grunt when he drops your legs while feeling the cum inside you leak out. Disgusted and unsettled, your gut wrenching when you watch him get up and put his clothes back on, as if he hadn’t just violated your very being. Tossing you aside after obtaining what he sought after…He could feel you staring, your darkened eyes looking up at him for affection? Or was that him mistaken your pitiful gaze for love… he scoffed and decided to just Adresse the elephant in the room. “I know how you feel, but trust me when I say..”, he zipped his pants back up, walking over to your tired, limp body. He pats your head gently and continued ,” I’ll be back. I already obtained what’s mine, so I can’t just let you go, or leave you be. So behave while I’m away.” Was all he said before leaving you all alone in this damned room.

[rivangel]

i want to get high with levi so fucking bad. cuddle with him and kiss him all slow.. probably give him a nice handjob so i can listen to sweet little moans..

pretend this takes place on valentine’s day💀

//weed, fem!reader | .6k

yesyesyes okay Levi always ends up nodding off at some point, but the difference is that when you’ve smoked, and his head is all cloudy in the most pleasant way, he can truly relax, especially with your weight resting on top of him. like your legs are intertwined a little, he’s just holding you like a teddy bear, and stroking your hair. every now and then you rouse him with a kiss, and he just keeps going in for one more soft, wet peck. you smell so good. your skin feels so good. just your very presence makes his chest glow in a way.

so when you lazily skip his lips and start tonguing at his neck, he’s already so sensitive there and with his inhibitions gone he gasps. whatever you’re trying to do to him, he’s already on board.

it honestly becomes a question of why you didn’t get naked sooner. feeling your bare skin grinding against his is practically euphoric. he gets more distracted than he’d like, stroking your hips, bowing his head and tugging wordlessly until his lips close on your soft breast. he squeezes and rubs the other, appreciating its supple, perfect weight. he can’t help it, a little whine escaping when you stroke his twitchy cock and tease him for how he’s all over your tits when he clearly needs more.

when usually he’d act annoyed, the sound of your voice by itself just goes straight to his cock. you stroke him and squeeze as he practically drowns himself in your tits. just imagine pushing them up against his round cheeks with thumb teasing his slit. he can’t get enough.

godd, and your fist sounds so wet pumping him cos of how loose and pliable he’s been. he doesn’t know what it is about getting high with you that gets him so horny. his hips get twitchy so fast, and he loses his breath completely. little noises slip past his lips so much moreeee. even though they're quiet, they sound so erotic. sometimes airy and dripping with desperation and sometimes so rich with pleasure.

occasionally his kissing gets all lazy and distracted. especially when your hand closes on his swollen balls and squeeze. with your fist back to tugging and stroking, you work him up all over again.

as such he nears his peak within minutes. when he’s high, his hazy eyes beg you, he’s even more squirmy and clingy than when he's sober. god he needs it so bad, he can’t stop himself. he compensates for it by sucking on your tongue, his nostrils flaring, and his hitched whimpers bouncing off all four walls. sounds so so pretty.

“Are you gonna come, baby? You close?”

his whole face goes hot, his brows tilting in that way you know means he’s trying to keep himself together. “Yeah—Yeah, ‘m sorry, I can’t…”

“Aw, baby. You can come, come for me, okay? Be loud.”

you flick your wrist with your words, but it doesn’t fucking matter because his muscles have already locked. it feels like he’s melting. like he pours over the edge, with a wet gasp and the sweetest moan. his hips lurch incessantly and the packed muscles on his tummy flex, his writhing somehow delayed to the noises falling off his gaping lips. his throbbing cock squirts cum all over his belly, up to his pecs.

it’s really so adorable how visibly his cock throbs and taps his belly. Regardless of what you get up to, Levi is so sensitive he ends up cumming hard every time. including when you get him stoned😵‍💫😵‍💫

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[pure-ablution]

How can I have more seductive and beautiful body language?

Exercises that emphasise precision and small movements

You need to be aware and in control of your body’s positioning in space and time, and the best way to achieve this level of control is through regular, disciplined exercise, that places an emphasis on smaller, more precise movements. Ballet, tai chi, qigong, barre, pilates, rhythmic gymnastics, and iyengar yoga will all force you to become much more aware of the locations and uses of every one of your muscles, and with time, you’ll feel as though you have more control over your body, and you’re able to use each part of it to its best effect.

Regularly stretching and massaging your muscles

Flexibility is very important, in my opinion, and having a supple body that doesn’t move stiffly is one of the key aspects of flowing and feminine body language. You need to be stretching regularly and pushing yourself to stretch further and deeper every time, in different directions and positions. You also need to be regularly massaging your muscles, before and after stretching and exercise, to prevent knotting and keep them supple and pliable. Regular stretch and massage will give you a softer, smoother movement, and you’ll feel more comfortable in your own body without muscle pain and stiffness.

All forms of dance

I think that all kinds of dance are very beneficial for improving body language, so you’re free to pick whichever suits you best. Personally, I’ve found that ballet helps me with grace and ballroom helps me more with interaction and feeling more confident in my body’s seductive capacities. Traditional folk dances also often have very specific techniques for women, and they teach you how to move in a way that emphasises a feminine nature, and how to control your facial expressions and touch. I’ve also heard very good things about the benefits of burlesque and pole dancing, and even hip-hop.

Supplements to nourish your body

Especially as we get older and are no longer as supple and flexible as we were as teenagers, it becomes more and more important to take regular supplements to nourish your muscles, joints and ligaments, so that you can move smoothly and without any stiffness or creaking joints. I take lots of collagen and different omega oils, because your body language will always be best if your body itself is in top condition.

Studying your own movements

There’s a reason that dance and pilates studios have a wall of mirrors, and it’s not to make you feel insecure about your body! The mirror is the best teacher, and it allows you to watch how your interpretations of movement actually appear physically. What you think and feel as though you’re doing, and what you’re actually doing, can be very far apart from each other, and the mirror helps to close that gap and make you aware of how your movements look to others. The mirror isn’t limited to exercise, either—you can use it to help you improve in anything, from facial expressions to table manners.

A few useful books

I don’t really like recommending books or videos for improving body language, because I think that we lose ourselves in the theoretical sides of things, and can become prone to overthinking the movements and expressions of ourselves and others. However, these books are interesting, and once you’ve passed the ‘beginner’ stage of improving your body language, they can be good references. I wouldn’t recommend reading them before you’ve already gained a handle on your control and movement. The book ‘Superflirt’ focuses completely on flirtatious body language, and it goes quite in-depth, with lots of pictures. Julius Fast’s book is on body language more generally, and Dita von Teese’s book is an interesting and accessible introduction into the world of burlesque. I don’t practise burlesque myself, but I think that the theory behind it is helpful for any woman; skilled burlesque dancers can make even the removing of a glove feel completely tantalising, and I think that the philosophy can be made to work for any woman, regardless of her relationship with modesty and sensuality.

[inkykeiji]

omg i’m still thinking about vampire niichannnn ughh

him keeping reader captive on his lap while he sucks blood from different parts of his body. and he keeps getting more and more drunk off of her meanwhile her body becomes so limp she can barely maintain a position without him holding her still and once he notices how languid her body is, he then decides to fuck her……ahhh i feel like i’m in high school watching vampire diaries again ;) (god the acting in that was horrendous lmao)

i am hOLLERING FROM THE ROOFTOPS ANONNNN this is such a fucking concept!!! 

tw: stepcest, blood, vampire big bro, noncon words: 830

when he feels you go lax, soft and droopy in his lap as your bones turn pliable beneath his lips, he knows he should stop. 

when he feels your pulse turn faint in your veins, barely a fluttering against his tongue, he really knows he should stop. 

so he does, reluctantly pulls his crimson slicked mouth from your flesh, sealing his newest wound with a thick salve of saliva, tinged a watery pink. you slump forward the moment his teeth aren’t holding you in place, and his head quirks curiously.

looks like he’s got himself a little dolly. 

something devious smears across his face, something sinister unfurling dark and sticky in his stomach. 

oh, let’s play, dolly. 

he knows he should probably bandage your wounds before he does anything else—you’re still bleeding profusely, ribbons of scarlet cascading down supple skin, oozing slow but steady from the deep little indents scattered across your form. 

but he just can’t help it, rearranging your slack body on your pale pink sheets—thighs spread, arms above your head, crossed loosely at the wrists—and swiping two fingers through a stream of thick blood, collecting it on the pads before smearing it along his cock, a crude form of lube. 

time’s pretty tight, all things considered—you could technically die on him in any minute with how much blood-loss you’ve sustained, but that’s a risk his lust-dazed brain is willing to take—and he doesn’t have a moment to prep you properly. 

not that he would, either way. 

another messy slather of scarlet along his shaft and then he’s ramming his cock into you in one sharp, quick, hard thrust, the vicious motion jostling your limp body up the mattress. 

it isn’t as fun when you’re not crying and squirming beneath him, nails sinking into his shoulders and tearing (a futile effort, but it’s cute that you try), limbs writhing in opposition as you try to shove at his shoulders or kick at his hips (so precious that you think you’d ever be strong enough to achieve such a feat). 

it isn’t as fun when your sobs of protest don’t turn into squeals of pleasure, when your struggling doesn’t turn into clinging, suddenly desperate as your legs knot around his waist and your pelvis rolls up to meet his own, begging him with sugary sweet gasps of nii-chan, nii-chan, nii-chan!—but he’ll take what he can get. 

because even in the absence of all of his favourite things, he still cums quite quick, the scent of your blood and the feeling of it on his skin—silk and slime—an intoxicating mixture, strokes of carmine smeared across toned muscle and pale linen.

it’s almost artful in a way, how he paints your body in your combined fluids, red and white, pearl and crimson, swirling together to create an iridescent pink. 

your favourite colour, isn’t it? he thinks it might be on the verge of becoming his favourite colour, too. 

a wheeze scrapes at your throat, a thick pool of saliva gurgling on the back of your tongue and he’s drawn back to the present moment, your wounds still gently weeping. 

christ, he nearly whines to himself, fingers twitching, itching to touch. you look so goddamn pretty covered in your own blood, engraved with molds of your big brother’s mouth—replicas of all thirty-two teeth stamped thoughtfully into shoulders and wrists and thighs, stained a deep, grotesque purple—and glazed with your big brother’s cream, splattered in masterful streaks across soft skin. 

pretty and perfect and all for him, made by him, just for him.

when you finally wake, half-delirious and head stuffed with fog, you wake to your big brother studiously tending to your wounds, deft fingers conscientious as they work—yet there is a certain carelessness to it, too; an ease, an expertise, the type that develops with extensive experience.

he’s done this before. 

patches of white litter your skin, taped tightly over the sketches of his mouth. a hiss slips from between clenched teeth as you push yourself onto your elbows, blood blooming through cotton. 

“be careful,” your older brother chides, not looking up from his task, nostrils twitching slightly. “you’ll tear open your wounds again; they were just beginning to clot.” 

whining a little, your brow crumples in sleep-tinged confusion, lifting your heavy limbs experimentally, coating of dried cum cracking with the motion. some bites are deeper than others, some so painful it hurts to move the muscle they’ve been carved into at all, soft fingers prodding delicately around the puffy gauze, procuring a sharp gasp from your mouth, face puckering with pain.

“it’s good you’re awake,” he says, nonchalant as he presses another bandage over a wound on your ankle—fresh, still exuding dribbles of crimson. glancing up through a curtain of hair, his stare finds yours, crystal and bright. “i thought you might never wake up.” 

the words are chuckled, dyed with lighthearted amusement, but the gleam in his eyes holds a shard of truth to it.

[curvylizzie]

“‘No more?’ ‘You can’t?’ Why do you think I’ve got you eating so much? Do you think this is about you?”

I stand in the kitchen, the next dish in my hands as I finish garnishing and setting the plate.

“Sam this is for me. For the babies I’m owed. I need you bigger. I need that belly stretched even more.”

Setting the plate before you, I then place a hand on the center of your full, straining belly.

“Only when you’re too full to move, when youre trapped there, exhausted from this stuffing, can I breed you. I need to know your body has room to spare, that it can handle what my sperm will do to you.”

I trace the curve of your belly through your rapidly unbuttoning shirt. Up to the space between your tits, and back down the orb of your abdomen to where belly gives way to legs. With your thighs forced open by your gut you look pathetic and majestic all at the same time.

“If you think you’re big now, good. You might be ready after this plate. I need to know you can’t run away once I start pumping. I need you soft, and weak. Pliable, supple in my hands for the coming insemination.”

🥵🥵🥵🥵 HOT

[shakethatshakarian]

The Curse of an Aching Heart

Another tantalizing snippet. This time, with more smut!

Chapter 3 - Ain't Misbehavin'

Eden hums thoughtfully and nudges herself closer to me. I tighten my grip on her hand. The ride from the club is relatively short, and when we arrive at my building, I get out of the skycar first and offer her my hand. Once she’s on two feet and we’re alone, I finally allow the rational side of my brain to turn off as I look her over. She’s too tantalizing, too difficult to resist. If there are other people around, I don’t notice, and frankly I don’t care. I give in to the part of me what wants her desperately and sweep her into my arms, firmly pressing our bodies together, both of us breathing heavily with need. She reaches out to cup one side of my face, and I lean into her touch. I’m not nervous when she gets up on her toes, pulling me down to meet her lips, touching them delicately against my mouth in a soft kiss that feels entirely too natural. Somehow, my mouth against hers in a very human kiss—it feels like home.

My mouthplates are harder than human lips, but the hide there is soft and somewhat pliable. They're nothing like Eden's lips, which are pillowy and perfect. No wonder people spend so much time kissing humans, it's objectively delightful—and deeply intimate. She parts her incredibly soft lips and licks my mouthplates, first the top, then the bottom. I moan softly as I open up for her and our tongues meet in a dance I could swear we’ve done before. Eden’s kisses becomes more urgent, more passionate, her sweet flavour exploding on my tongue as she explores every inch of my mouth that she can reach with her short, supple tongue. I slide one of my hands into her hair and it feels even better than I imagined, the silky strands offering excellent leverage when I grab a fistful of her curls. She sighs into our kiss at my touch. I don’t resist the urge to slide my other hand down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, her hips rolling against me in response. Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly feel any better, she’s sucking on my tongue, and that’s all it takes for my cock to leap out from behind my plates. Okay, I’m about to start touching her very inappropriately in a very public place. I need to get her inside, and get inside her, as quickly as possible.

I let her go and kiss her once more, grasping her hand to lead her through the lobby. In the elevator, we stand on opposite sides but still facing each other, breathing hard.

“You’re an excellent kisser,” she says between pants.

“Speak for yourself,” I manage to say, catching my breath. I don’t care if I don’t sound smooth right now; I don’t want to hide the way she makes me breathless.

“I thought Turians didn’t kiss like humans do."

“We don’t, but with you…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she finishes. A little concern creeps into her brow. “Feels like déjà vu.”

“Sorry, I think my translator glitched. I didn’t catch that last bit.”

“Déjà vu, it’s a human term for when you feel like you’re reliving something you’ve already experienced before, and you can’t remember what that something is,” she explains, shaking her head. “I don’t know how that’s possible with you though, since you’re the first Turian I’ve ever…”

“And you’re my first human,” I mutter, also a little confused.

The elevator doors open and I lead her down the hall to my apartment. Weird phenomenon or not, my cock is still throbbing for this woman, and I know she wants me just as badly. I unlock the door with my Omni-Tool and guide her in.

“Wow, your place is lovely,” she says, slipping off her shoes.

It’s not the nicest apartment in the Citadel but it gets the job done. It’s a one bedroom with a small kitchen, a big bedroom and a great en suite bathroom, which is perfect for me considering how little time I actually spend here.

“Make yourself at home,” I tell her from the kitchen. There’s a bottle of Asari wine in here we can both drink, and since she really enjoyed that cocktail I ordered for her, I’m pretty sure she’ll like this too.

“Thank you,” she replies. Her voice sounds muffled, and when I turn from the fridge to look for her, I hear some rustling coming from the bedroom. Wow, I guess she’s even more impatient than I am. I grab two glasses and head over to find her sitting on my bed.

“Wine?” I ask.

She saunters over, taking the bottle and the glasses from my hands, and sets them down on my dresser. When she turns back to me, she’s already started slipping off her dress. My mouth goes dry at the sight. I watch her push the gown down her arms, following with my eyes as it slides over her waist, past her hips, and off her incredible body. Spirits, she’s completely naked underneath. She's perfect.

“Your turn,” she purrs, placing her hands on her hips.

I oblige, holding her gaze as I strip slowly for her. There’s something deeply satisfying about the way her eyes trail down my body, and when I finally free my cock, they go wide.

“Holy fucking shit,” she stutters.

“Just wait until I’m inside you,” I counter.

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Decades. It had been decades since her arrival to Teyvat. Thinking back to it, (y/n) hadn’t even realized the bonds she’s made after awakening in the depths of Dragonspine. Though it was best for her to not dwell on the past. After all, she learned early on with her revival that sticking to the past only brought unwanted trouble. 

The sound of chains clattering against marble awoke her out of her thoughts as she peered back to the bundle of chains on all fours. A long scaly tail whipping back and forth impatiently as heated glowing amber orbs bore deeply into her own (e/c) ones. 

“Morax…”

A soft sigh escaped her as she made her way over to the former archon. The loose hanfu that danced along her smooth skin had the dragon keen in want. The metal cage strapped to his mouth prevented his fangs from sinking into her supple flesh. The desire to mark and claim what was rightfully his was strung up high in his head as he strained against the enchanted chains that bound his wrists together. The hefty weight of the gold collar around his throat only further added  to his inability to surge forward as the chain attached to the device around his throat only allowed him so much distance. 

“You were being so good earlier. What’s gotten you riled up?”

Though soothing in tone, (y/n)’s expression was anything but as she marveled at the way the Geo Archon was presented before her. The night before his heat had gotten a hold of him, he had given her permission to be just as rough with him to ensure her safety—- and well, she wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her. 

In a flurry of motions she had skillfully wrapped the archon’s body in beautiful golden ropes. Each one accentuating the toned muscle from eons of war and battles. The delicious flush of red that painted his skin as she continued to further restrain the male only set her belly a flame. 

After all, the initial restraints were only mild. It wasn’t until the late evening did she realize how intensive she had to truly restrain her lover. Enchanted chains shackled him down. A leather muzzle had initially been placed to keep him from biting her, but was quickly forgone as he had ruined that within the span 15 minutes. Thus resulting in the current metal cage that adorned his haughty features. 

The collar and leash combo? That had only occurred when she had attempted to leave for the bathroom— only to be slammed into the floor with a lustful dragon dry humping against her as he snarled and growled at the fact he wasn’t able to sink his teeth into her flesh. 

The end resulted in the intensive flogging that only further fueled both party’s lust. 

“Little one~….”

A pang of warmth hit her as she broke out of her memories from last night to meet his impatient amber orbs.

“I should’ve attached the one with the bar in between just so you wouldn’t distract me.”  

Shaking her head, she made her way over to the male, and once she was within reach his tail immediately latched onto her leg. Easily trailing up to press against her cunt as he fervently surged forward to press himself against her. Yet of course, due to the damn muzzle in his way he could only be tantalizingly a breath away from his goal. 

The pressure his cock held did little to alleviate the pain as the desire to breed into her deeply sprang forth.

A hefty growl came from him as he pushed her even more until she tumbled onto her back. The morning sun only added to the ethereal effect as he pressed himself as close to her as he could. 

“Let me fuck you, Little one…wanna breed you until you’re full of my seed…bearing my children…”

A blush dusted across her features as he continued on before he was suddenly yanked back. A choked gasp came from him as he struggled against the Dendro vines that appeared as the vineyard appendages held him still. Each intimately wrapping around him to keep him seated in a frog tie. The leash having been jerked enough to keep him still as he let out a garbled growl.

“So feisty…this is getting interesting little one…”

“I think it’s time for you to stop talking Morax. I’d rather hear the sounds you truly want to make.”  

“Oh ho? How do you plan on doing that?” 

Taunting and ever so prideful, the mighty dragon refused to back down as he strained to get as close to her as he could. Her nearing form did little to deter the desire to fuck her thoroughly. Though before he could even do much the vines came forth to hold his head still. Smaller ones easily kept his lips open as he struggled to chomp and tear the greenery away. Yet with this, he failed to notice her swiftly remove the muzzle before replacing it with a strong and sturdy ring gag. His mouth now forcibly open as drool began escaping down his chin. 

“Haaah?”

“Not so tough now huh? Like the chains, my lovely Archon, this was also enchanted~. I had the chance to put some of my former power into this device. So I’m confident that it won’t break~.”

Grinning, she watched as the funeral consultant tested the new device before grunting as a flare of his nostrils showed his displeasure in the newly placed device.

“Now that that has been settled, I do believe you should be put to use.” 

A guttural sound of confusion came from Zhongli before darkness overcame him. Leafs? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his sense of touch was beginning to heighten and his sense of smell was driving him over the wall as he could practically taste how wet her cunt was. 

Almost as if a learned reaction, the dragon’s tongue fervently searched for her as he reached out. His once ‘normal’ tongue now long and thick as his fangs extended ever so slightly over the metal ring of the gag. Freedom from the device was so close, yet as this occurred…

“Guh?! Haah..nnn ”

The metal shifted to accommodate the change Zhongli brought on; and as if to spite him, the device seemed to meld to form a stricter grasp around his face as a metal band formed over his nose bridge, further enforcing the fact that the device was not coming off.

“Ahhh, is, ish nah wha ah wha—ed” 

“Oh? You’ll have to use your words more clearly, love~”

Her tone only further fanned the flames of lust in his belly as he continued to obscenely drool all over the marble floors. Though his attempts at reprimanding her were stilled as he let out a muffled grunt before an animal like moan and growl tore through his throat as he finally got a taste of her juices. 

Oh how he wished to sink his claws into her supple flesh. Mark the terrain with his love bites and scent. Yet with all the restraints scattered about his body, all he could do was eagerly lap at her pussy with his tongue to the best of his abilities. 

And by the sounds she was making, he was doing quite the job. Easily, with his long tongue he teased and taunted her slick walls. All of her weak points, the secret little motions that he knew brought her immense pleasure. 

Though (y/n) couldn’t see it, she knew that her lover’s eyes had rolled up into his head. Especially when she could feel his tongue stutter as she not only buried his face into her wet cunt, but as the heel of her foot began to grind on his weeping cock. 

Muffled moans and grunts came from the man eating her pussy as he strained against the various layers of restraints she bestowed upon him. Just the very sight of him dressed in her materials had her groaning before cumming against the male’s face. 

As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but admire the state she left her lover in. Panting, drooling with a dash of her cum splattered in and an angry red cock. 

A sadistic cord snapped within her as she cupped his cheek. 

“Mmmm…you’re my good boy, aren’t you Morax?”

“..h-haaah?”

“If you can handle my game well, you can fuck me and fill me with your seed~.”

The mere mention of being able to sheath himself into her had the dragon’s tail whipping back and forth quickly as he leaned into her touch even more.

“Let’s see how well you can hold your breath. If you do well, then you win~.” 

Immediately a twitch of his cock was enough to spur her forth as she searched for the last couple of items she needed. With a grin, she easily worked a plug into the ring. Easily, the object filled the dragon’s mouth as his loud pants became muffled grunts and moans. 

Though before she decided to attach the smooth leather muzzle over his mouth and nose, she went to work with laying him on his side. The action causing a confused muffled grunt to come from the dragon before a gasp and moan came from him as he squirmed and struggled at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator up into his ass. 

“I didn’t say that it would be easy, Morax.”

A teasing lit came from her as she watched how the dragon’s hole greedily ate up the vibrator before she turned the toy on low. The reaction was immediate as  the dragon flinched from the sudden motions as mewls and lewd moans continued to leak out from his lips. 

“Ah~ You’re so cute…so weak and pliable just for me~.” 

Cooing, (y/n) gently ran her fingers along the beautiful horns adorning her lover’s head. Now that they were in full bloom and not stumps like yesterday, she had the ability to properly gaze at them. Though as she got to the base of his horns a muffled cry came from the dragon as spurts of cum splattered against her and his abdomen. 

“Ho? I didn’t realize your horns were an erogenous stimulant Morax.”

More muffled whines and growls came from the trembling dragon as he impatiently flicked his tail against the marble. In response, the Demi god pressed a kiss to his forehead before humming.

“Let’s begin our game then~.”

With a grunt and some of her former strength, she sat Zhongli up before she grabbed the leather muzzle. The smooth homeless mask glistened back at her before she placed the item over the dragon’s plugged mouth and nose. The straps behind now buckled securely as silence— save for the vibrations— filled the room. 

Smirking, she tested the waters by lightly rubbing her fingers along the tip of his cock. The motion resulting in a highly muffled moan as the dragon trembled. The flourish of his scales along his arms only further served to show how much control he had lost. 

“My, my…so sensitive. Then…let’s do this~.”

Immediately, she positioned herself over his weeping cock and in an instant sheathed his cock. The motion causing the bound dragon to writhe and buck his hips immediately up into her as his cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen going to his brain. 

If only she could see his expression. His eyes rolled so far up his head as nothing but pleasure and pain hit him as he felt the burn of his lungs for oxygen and his voice sound so meek amidst it all. Of course that high went away as she tugged lightly at the tip of the mask. Fresh air immediately streamed in as he coughed and sputtered with pleads and moans for more as his cock twitched inside of her. 

“S-Shit…easy there baby…”

The pet name only further fueled his whines as he leaned forward into her as he pressed his face the best he could into her neck as she struggled to keep the mask away from his nose to ensure he got enough oxygen to his brain. 

“Let’s see if I make you cum first or if you make me, how about it Morax~?”

Before he could even try to answer the mask was pressed tightly over his nose again and the slow tell tale sign of their game began as he could feel her hips work their magic. Her heavy panting and groans only seemed to egg him on as he began to partake in the game. His hips meeting hers evenly as the foggy feel from the lack of oxygen began to pull at his lungs again. 

The feeling of helplessness and being an all powerful god tamed by a Demi god had his mind reeling from the pleasure of humiliation as he came hard into her. As he did so, he could feel her walls tighten around him only further over stimulating the male after his high as he struggled to keep up. 

Soon he was met with the lovely breath of air once again as the mask slipped away and he could finally smell her intoxicating scent. Sweat mixed with his musk never failed to fan at his belly as he fervently dug his face into her neck. Quickly chasing after the high, yet a gasp and muffled broken moan came from the male as he felt her move her hips once again. 

“Oh, you thought I was done baby? Not yet~. Didn’t you mention that your heats lasted a week?”

As she mentioned this he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside of her again, yet he couldn’t help the keen that came out of his throat at the overstimulation he was about to receive. 

“I’ll take good care of you, love. Even if it means me drilling into your dragon mind that I’m the one who is in control~.” 

Again, the slapping of skin filled the room as muffled whines came from the dragon. His claws straining against the binds as he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her hips to cum into her again. 

Yet no, he was at his lover’s mercy; and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

It wasn’t until she turned the vibrator on high that he came again. A large load coming from him again as he filled her full. His seed seeping deep into her as he  rubbed his cheek against her neck even more refusing to allow her to leave as he wished to keep her plugged up. Just as she did to him.

“I suppose I’ll stay like this….but only for a moment. Then we try to feed you…alright?”

Softly murmuring against his hair she couldn’t help lovingly caress his hair as she basked in the moment of calm that a momentarily tired out dragon could bring. After all, she still had to deal with this for the next 6 days. 

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OKAY COMING AT TOP SPEEDS RN,,

Ovipositon with Dj Music man is unbelievably hot, this as well to a/b/o dynamics being slightly used with dj the idea of him just in the urge to fuck you no matter how hard they try to control and behave themselves,,

the idea of stuffing you full of his eggs to keep you down and make you a dad/mom,, even if they aren't fertilized the genuine trust in the relationship only make the Dj drool hard for you??

even just his dick splitting you in half producing a numbing solution as he drags in that makes your mind fill with fuzz from the sensation of just him slowly entering you making sure you don't get hurt after everything, absolutely at the seams of breaking at your fucked out face, but he has to behave as to not break their precious little baby doll during playtime.

Could not tell me they during things such as ruts absolutely cannot separate themselves from you and the Arcade has to have someone substitute or even just shut it down from their refusal to leave his nest with you. Even though your screams and whimpers are muffled, and barely heard from everyone else due to his room getting soundproofed, it's a hazard just out of the fact of how possessive in general the Dj now is of his domain. The Plex made the mistake of forcing him to the stage during his rut once, and nearly sent a man to the grave after getting a little too close to the stage. Too close to you.

How is he supposed to react? You're supple and waiting to be his little breeding bitch, a doll to manhandle, no one would ever pass up that opportunity and simply assumes the worst of everyone.

Also don't tell me Dj MM would fucking cream so hard seeing you take his spawn as your stomach swells just a little from all the eggs pressing against you from the uterus just shaking and unable to move from your body overreacting to the sensation, how could he say anything when you're so pliable and supple from him?

OMG OVIPOS IS AMAZING AIFOAME feeling the eggs shift and move inside of you as you walk or sit down <333 knowing that you’re incubating his sweet little eggs so deep inside of your womb as your tummy swells from the amount inside of you and he’s just so possessive of you— doesnt want you to get hurt or damage yourself and the precious eggs, fertilized or not he wants them and you to stay safe and warm in his hold while he snarls at every shadow of each guard walking down the halls outside of the big room he spends a lot of time in simply watching you.