#I just want him to bottom and instruct bob on what to do

[pixiegrl]

head in hands screaming bc I just want to write the sentryagent/ot4 where John takes it upon himself to show Bob (and maybe the girls) how to be woo-ed and all the romantic shit he missed out on and fake dating? teaching? himself into a relationship

[revelboo]

Queen Revel i am ON MY KNEES begging for the next part of point of extinction because HOLY SHIT DUDE HE JUST WHIPS IT OUT????

He’s just trying to help in his awkward, unsettling way. 18+

Point of Extinction Pt 13

Shockwave x Reader

• You’re averting your eyes still, face reddening. “You find my lack of experience undesirable?” He’s always been quick to pick up new skills. This will be no different. And he can’t deny some purely unscientific curiosity about it. “I would be amenable to allowing you to take the lead while I gather experience.” How would those soft hands feel on him? Tracing ridges and dipping into seams. Wants to know. This is supposed to be about you, tending to your needs, not his. Wanting this isn’t logical, but that doesn’t change that he does.

• And he just keeps making this worse somehow. Risking a look and finding him just staring at you, his one hand gripping that weapon of mass destruction between his thighs and idly touching himself. The shape’s familiar enough, if the ridges and nodes are a bit Giger-esque and pulsing with ruddy biolights that draw your eyes against your will. Forcing yourself to look anywhere but at that, he’s still doing his creepy stare, antenna back. And stroking himself. “That’s a really… flattering offer,” you manage. Stop looking at it. Stop. Dammit. “Could you not do that?” It’s too distracting.

• Letting go of his spike he approaches you and your eyes dip to his bobbing spike then pointedly back up to his single optic. “Might I suggest mutual exploration to ease Thirteen’s uncertainty?” Gently catching your hand and you allow him to guide it to his spike. And your face somehow goes even redder. Shuddering at the feel of your soft palm on him. Lifting his hand and pleased when you don’t immediately snatch yours back when he cups your cheek, servos sliding against you. Thumb sliding over your bottom lip. Another mech would kiss you, but he can’t. “You can have control of this encounter.”

• Know you should get some space between you. Definitely not stroke your fingers along the ridges of his spike, thumb sliding over the head, feeling a bead of slick there. Startling when his helm gently bumps your forehead, that optic bathing your face in red light. It’s not exactly romantic, but you’re pretty sure you’d be worried if he was trying to be romantic. He’s awkward and creepy and more than a little bit messed up. “How much control?” You ask despite yourself.

• Optic brightening, his hips rock when you slide your thumb over the tip of his spike again. It’s difficult to ease himself down without just falling, but he manages and growls when your fingers slip free of him. “Familiarize yourself as necessary. I’m open to instruction.” Holding out a hand to you and waiting while you stare down at him and for a moment that dissonance swamps him. A memory of someone else standing over him, staring down at him with cold calculation. Smiling. A stranger’s memory.

• You’re not doing this. Right? He’s just staring at you, helm tipped up and his hand outstretched. Trying your damnedest to not look at his spike. Mutual pleasure. “You’re not going to lay eggs in me or anything right?” And those antenna go back in offense. You’ll take that as a no. Maybe you’re a tiny bit tempted and he’d mentioned being inexperienced. Popping his alien cherry shouldn’t be appealing. “And you’re not going to move unless I say you can?”

• “If that’s what you require.” Head tipping he waits. And you’re so small even with him mass displaced. Maybe that’s the issue? His size? And he freezes as it sinks in how illogical this all is. That he shouldn’t actually want this. Shouldn’t care about your well being. That he’s made a series of illogical decisions since he’d first interacted with you. And those phantom memories are worse since he began interacting with you, lifting through him suddenly to leave him disoriented. The logical thing to do would be to rid himself of you, but he knows that he won’t. He can’t.

• Something’s very wrong with you for even considering this. Is this just a new experiment to him? A test to see what you’ll do? Or does he actually think he’s taking care of your needs? And you’re not actually considering it, are you? Can admit you’re a tiny bit curious, but it’s the sort of horrified curiosity you’d have for a bit of particularly awful gossip. “Why do you want to take care of me?” Resisting the urge to make air quotes as you focus on his optic since it’s safer than the intimidating jut of his spike. Unable to ask why you’d been spared ending up like the deer. And those antenna go back again.

• Staring up at you, he can’t answer, because he isn’t sure. Doesn’t know why he’d culled you from his experiments. Why the idea of harming you makes him so uncomfortable. Is it only loneliness? That you’re someone to talk to even if the conversations are stilted? Fixating on you now even when he’s working in his lab. Experiments that never bothered him before now making him hesitate simply because you wouldn’t like them. Because they’d upset you. “I’m responsible for your well-being and health,” he says, watching your expression twist. Unhappy with that answer. “And because I desire to be the one to tend to you.” He shouldn’t, but he does. Maybe your illogical, emotional humanity is rubbing off on him. Infecting him.

• There’s something perverse about even considering this. This whole time you’ve been powerless to his whims and he’s giving you permission to take control. To give him orders that he claims he’ll listen to. Yeah, there’s something very wrong with you. “Can I touch you wherever?” He’s closer to your size this way and you doubt you’re going to get another opportunity like this. Want to take advantage before your common sense and survival instincts kick back in. Not waiting for his answer as you reach to cup his head in your hands, biting your bottom lip as you toy with his bunny ears as you think of them. Watching those antenna flick at your touch. And he allows it, keeping still as you gently run your fingertips over the plating of his helm, smiling when bits lift or shift at your touch like they’re sensitive.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

SICKNESS COMFORT W/ LOGAN.

bc im a desperate, conniving attention seeking little sick bitch rn and im not sorry. I just miss and want him!!!!!

implied fem!reader, fluff. 742 words

Sickness bugs come and they go, but never do they get any easier. The migraines seeming to be more blinding than the last, the ringing in your ears sounding more prominent than the time before. It wasn’t a nice feeling by all means, and you found yourself constricted to the sickly comfort of your bed.

You were in the beginning stage of your bug. The dismissed aches and pains in your body now proving to be symptoms. The pressure behind your eyes you ignored for lack of sleep, lethargy you once again passed off as lack of sleep. 

But now, sitting at the edge of your bed in your towel with a bowl in your lap, your jittering ankle bobbing the sickness vessel, you knew it to be more than just ‘lack of sleep.’

“How’ya feelin’?” Logan asks as he steps into your room, voice quiet. 

You shrug, keeping your gaze cast down into the designated sick bowl, staring at the bubbly spit swirl at the bottom. It was gross really, but somehow it helped to not swallow it. 

“Did you wash?” he questions, referring to the bath he ran for you before heading out to the store. The errand of restocking your painkillers. 

He walks closer to you, placing the paper pharmacy bag on your nightstand before moving to sit beside you. He places the back of his hand over your forehead, gauging whether your temperature has grown any hotter since the last time he checked. 

“Yeah,” you say, the word barely audible. You would nod, but that would only make your head worse. “It didn’t help,” you anticipate his next question, answering before he even gets a chance to ask. 

He places his hand from your forehead to your shoulder, his grip light as looks over the side of your face. “You wanna get some rest?” he asks, the question almost rhetorical.

You hum, the sound a wordless attempt of answering without it being too strenuous.

Logan returns your hum with one of his own, though his is far deeper — far more soothing than what you offered him mere moments before. He stands from his seat beside you and heads to your dresser in search of something you could wear, something worn and old enough looking.

He fishes through your clothes until he finds something suitable, not wanting you to ruin something nice and pretty with spit or snot or vomit. He makes his way back over to you silently and takes the bowl from your hold, placing it on the floor beside your bed. Adjusting the tee in his hands, he finds the neck hole and places it over your head, carefully pushing it onto you.

You help him help you, extending your arms into the other two holes so he can roll it over you — your towel falling with the lift of your arms. Though, he doesn’t dare look down, instead keeping his eyes on you, on the dressing of you.

And once your top half is clothed, he bends to the knee in front of you and picks up your under foot. His hold just as careful as he rolls fluffy socks onto your feet — the pair he knew you loved most.

You look down to him, eyes flicking from your feet to his face, offering a soft, sweet, tired smile as thanks.

“Come on, sweet thing,” he stands, groaning faintly with the exertion on his forever old knees. 

He tugs on the covers, pulling back the corner to make an open triangle for you to get inside. You do as silently instructed, placing your head on the pillow, bringing your knees up slightly to keep warm. 

Logan tugs on the lamp chain, turning off the light as he moves to sit near you, parking a seat by your stomach — in the gap of your laid s-like position. Twisting in to look at you, he soothes over the covers, flattening them before moving to your face. His palm resting on your cheek as his thumb swipes across the skin beside your nose and under your eyes. 

His hand remains glued to your face as he practically caresses you to sleep, the delicate touch of something so rugged seeming to put your mind and body at ease. But he’ll be waiting there beside you all night in case you were to need him, listening to you sleep doing more for his body than his own sleep ever could.

⎯ ☆ ⎯

[livlaughloveluke]

plz plz plz part 2 to the loser luke

- 🍒

loser!luke x best friend reader 🫡

(part one)

18+ mdni

warning!- afab reader, porn what plot, no actual p in v, just a blurb, oral (f receiving), best friend to lovers, inexperienced luke although not really that much of a loser (sorry)

“wait, you want me to fuck you?” you asked in a hushed whisper, cocking your head to the side with a look of utter confusion. the bonfire raged on in the background, every other counselor too drunk on cheap vodka to notice how you two had drifted away from the crowd. the subtle taste of cherry lip balm and malibu lingered in your mouth as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip, awaiting a response.

“please! just think of it as helping a friend out,” he pleaded with such desperation that it made you weak in the knees. the annoying sounds of cicadas chirping and teenagers hollering made your headache even worse, confusion and alcohol fogging up every logical thought. how in the world had luke “lightsaber” castellan (a generous nickname given by the aphrodite cabin after he mistakenly wore sweatpants out) never experienced good sex? you heard firsthand how the girls talked about him, and saw how their eyes peered for a smidge too long during training when he was dripping with sweat and out of breath.

“first off, where would we even…” the rest of the words got caught in your throat, adding onto the tension was practically suffocating you. were you really considering hooking up with your best friend of five years?

“there’s plenty of empty cabins. hera’s, maybe?” luke eagerly suggested, eyes widening with hope as his brain buzzed.

“her cabin is practically a temple! are you crazy?”

“everyone does it. it’s hot,” he reasoned, and you let out a sharp exhale of the sticky air. it was such an inexplicably bad idea, with your friendship and potentially your life at risk. but gods, he looked so attractive with the moonlight shining on his features, practically on his knees begging you to have sex with him.

“you swear this isn’t just the drinks talking?” you interrogated as your heart rate unwillingly increased to concerning speeds.

“pinky swear. i need you,” he entreated, the ending morphing into a breathy groan of despair. you looked up to meet his lustful gaze, watching his adam’s apple bob up and down while he swallowed impatiently.

instead of responding, you grasped his hand and nearly jogged to the hera cabin, the gravel from the road kicking up with every step. you barged into the wood building, silently praying no one had the same idea as you, at least not tonight. the door slammed shut and you threw yourself onto luke, teeth clashing feverishly and spit swapping as you cusped his face. his hands snuck down to the fat of your ass, kneading and grabbing your skin through the thick fabric of your jeans.

“take my clothes off,” you instructed, pulling apart while breathless and greedily wanting more. all he could muster up was a quick nod before kissing you again, his veiny hand feeling around and unbuttoning your pants. tugging on the loops, you wiggled out of the denim and kicked them across the hardwood floor.

like two dancers, you stepped back in sync until you ran into the post of an unused bunk bed. he broke away from your swollen lips, carefully lying you down on the squeaky mattress that bounced as you made contact. luke loomed over your body, eyes darting around frantically as his face flushed pink from embarrassment, a nice contrast to his naturally tan skin. it didn’t take a genius to figure out he had no clue what to do next, so you made sure to swoop in quickly.

“you need to prep me first. like, eat me out or something. do you know how?” you asked, trying to sound calm but failing miserably as you gasped for oxygen. the sickening heat radiating from his body mixed with the summer air and the sexual tension created a distastefully hot atmosphere, beads of sweat adhering to your skin.

luke shook his head shamefully, the whole bizarre situation finally registering in his mind. you, his dream girl, was lying underneath him without any pants, and he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“s’okay, that’s what i’m here for,” you sent a reassuring smile, hopefully letting him know that he shouldn’t stress. “start by taking my underwear off.”

he followed along slowly, tracing the lace edges and running his fingers over the small, perky bow in the front before pulling them down completely. you slid your shirt off while he waited in awe, his dick growing painfully harder with every second.

“now you just sorta, lick it, i guess,” you tried to explain, unsure of how to word going down on someone. he cautiously kissed up your thighs, his plump lips sending jolts of pleasure and anticipation through your body. landing on your wet heat, he nervously licked a stripe through your glossy folds, his warm breath a good contrast to the cool air circulating from an overhead fan.

looking up from your pussy, he watched as you let out a shaky breath of pleasure and gave him a small nod to continue. he ran his tongue over your folds again, this time brushing over your clit momentarily and coating it in spit. a hungry whine slipped out of your lips as you shifted to support your upper body using your elbows.

luke began to suck the edges, using suction to gnaw at the warm flesh. moving around, he started to rapidly flick his tongue over your most delicate parts. soft moans escaped your throat, installing some confidence within him. he grew sloppy and messier, now full blown making out with your cunt as your juices coated his lips. you groaned in response, the volume of your whimpers increasing with every movement. praises spewed from your lips mindlessly like a water fountain, encouraging him to keep going.

growing curious and more cocky, he slowly stuck his tongue in your soaking hole, causing you to gasp and moan with an unexpected pleasure. his nose brushed against your clit as he curled and flexed his tongue muscles, and that familiar knot in you stomach began to form. you urged him to keep going as your back arched and you tugged his damp curls.

“luke, i swear to the gods— mphm!— ‘m so close, please, please, please—“

the final straw was when he shook his head back and forth, knowing how you would react when his nose rubbed against your core. instinctively, your thighs closed around his head and your grip tightened in his hair as you reached your climax. waves of pleasure racked your whole body, your toes curling and legs shaking. after a few seconds, you realized that you were practically suffocating luke and apologized profusely while loosening your grip. he pulled apart slowly, dribbles of your cum seeping down his chin.

“what’s next?”

[lomlhwa]

roadtrip (c.s)

pairing: bf!san x gf!reader

preview: idk it's a long roadtrip and san needs to let out some pent up energy

tags/warnings: fem reader, oral (m.receiving), kinda subby san idk there's not a lot of dialogue, road head can i get a wahoo, head while driving (don't do that), he's wearing grey sweatpants (yes that's a tag), you take your seatbelt off to give him head (WEAR YOUR SEATBELT), dacryphilia, pet names (baby, pretty girl), cum eating

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 833

song recs for this fic: let's! by hoppipola

a/n: dedicated to one of the biggest san stans i know (you know who you are)

you look up to check the clock on the car display and groan. 4:00pm. you’ve been on the road for at least 4 hours now. you know your destination is far but there’s only so much gazing out the window that one person can do.

at least you have the best view on the planet sitting next to you. your boyfriend, san, always looks so much more attractive while he’s driving. one hand on the wheel and one hand gripping the plush skin of your thigh. his eyes are stuck on the road, his head swaying from side to side to the beat of the music filling the otherwise silent car. 

you rest your head on the window, debating dozing off. that is, until you hear the sound of san’s clothes shuffling around on his seat. you turn your head to find that he’s adjusting his hips in his seat, seeming uncomfortable.

“you okay, sannie?” you ask, feeling concerned. could he have a stomach ache? was a pit stop imminent? he nods, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. you can tell from his facial expression that it’s an empty motion.

“just tell me what’s wrong. if you need to stop we can-” you cut yourself off once your eyes finally travel down to his lap. you finally spot his…. problem. it’s clear to you now why he was shifting around in his seat.

“oh, that’s what’s wrong,” you cross your ankles together, debating how to go about it. you’re about to suggest pulling over but when you look at him, you think you might explode if you don’t do something immediately. he looks at you with wide, teary eyes that beg you to touch him.

“aww sannie, do you want my help?” you lean towards him and you can tell he’s really struggling to keep his eyes on the road. “please, baby. it hurts,” he takes his hand off your thigh to pull at his grey sweatpants. you can’t help but lick your lips in anticipation.

“eyes on the road or i’ll stop,” you instruct as you help him shimmy his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs. he’s harder than you think you’ve ever seen him in your entire relationship. what could have even had him like this?

you unlock your seatbelt to lay your torso over the center console. not the most comfortable position but you could not care less right now. you keep your arms free so you can wrap your hands around his cock. you pump him a few times, using his pre-cum as lube. 

you shoot one glance up at him to make sure he’s looking at the road. his cute face is scrunched, trying to keep from looking down at his pretty girlfriend. you can see tears slowly streaming down his face out of desperation.

you finally wrap your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it. a small squeak comes from your boyfriend at finally getting what he wanted. san grips the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turn white. you bob your head up and down, doing your best to not accidentally knock into his arm. 

his hips buck up slightly, his tip jabbing the back of your throat. you gag, saliva pouring out of your mouth. he takes one hand off the wheel and tangles his fingers in your hair. his other hand still holds a death grip on the steering wheel.

“pretty girl,” san says, his hips continuing to rock up. he sniffles before adding to his sentence. “let me use your mouth, i need it,” he pleads, his voice cracking. you can’t help but feel like his crying is only spurring you on. 

you pull your mouth off him only to respond. “go ahead, just make sure you keep driving,” you assure him before taking him back into your mouth. he strengthens his grip on your hair before guiding your head manually. 

you place your hand on his thigh, digging your nails into it to try and ignore your gag reflex. you can’t help but gag though, considering the sheer size. shoving the whole thing down your throat is guaranteed to trigger your reflexes. 

“oh my pretty girl, i’m gonna cum,” he announces, shoving your head all the way down and holding you there. all your muscles tense as you hold your breath, waiting for him to fill your throat. in only a mere few seconds, your throat is full of his cum.

he finally lets go of your hair and lets you come up for air. some of his release slips out of your mouth and your fingers scramble to shove it back in. you swallow it all to the best of your abilities. 

you wipe the tears off his face and look at him lovingly. “feel better, sannie?” you ask and he nods. you can tell he means it this time. “i do, but i’m pulling the fuck over because i can’t leave you high and dry.”

© lomlhwa 2024

[sinning5sos]

“you’re so full of yourself”

“no, baby, you’re so full of >me<“

with calum please I’m a whore for him

Cocky | Calum

Requested: Yes! Amen.

Word Count: ~2,100

Smut:  softdom!cal, oral, rough sex, doggy aftercare <3

Calum was driving the two of you back to his apartment, his fingers lightly grazing your thigh as his other hand held the wheel. It was quiet.

You weren’t sure exactly what you did, but when you tried to kiss Calum just a bit ago as the two of you got into the car, he turned his cheek to you. He wouldn’t let you kiss him when he was going to punish you later, so as soon as that happened. You knew.

You fucked up.

You were eager though. Calums night of punishments usually led to a lazy morning followed by sweet, slow sex with breakfast after. Plus, you loved being punished. You were Calums little whore when it was the two of you.

He hummed along quietly to a song playing from the speaker, and you captured his hand in yours and pulled the back of his hand up to your lips. You pressed a gentle kiss there, and he chuckled as he glanced at you, then back at the road.

“Don’t think you can fix it now Princess.” He murmured and you suppressed a smile as you let his hand fall back to your thigh. You loved his sweet touches, but you loved his rough fucks. 

The engine idled as he pulled into the driveway, and he released your thigh to turn the car off.

“Go ahead and go inside for me. Up to our room.” He instructed, leaning across the console to kiss your cheek. You nodded as you pushed out of the car, nearly tripping over your own feet as you unlocked the front door and went straight into the shared bedroom. 

With any nights like these, Calum always wanted you to strip down for him before he got in. He claimed it was because it built up the anticipation. You liked to joke back that it was because he was lazy.

That usually earned you some spankings or orgasm denial, just depended on his mood that day.

You stripped out of your dress and other clothes, and sat at the edge of the bed when he finally walked in. He shut the door behind him, and unbuttoned his sleeves as he stood in front of you.

“You were running your mouth an awful lot at game night tonight.” He muttered, his hands moving down to the clasp of his belt and you bit down on your tongue as you watched him undo it. He removed it in one swoop and pointed down in front of him. You nodded and quickly fell into position, on your knees and he moved behind you to tie your hands behind your back.

“Making quick little jokes to our friends. I think the one that caught my attention the most was that you were the one in charge in the bedroom.” Calum teased, and you felt your cheeks flush as you hadn’t realized he heard you. You had been chatting with your friends while the guys were grabbing refills, and made an innocent joke that you were the dominant one within your relationship.

“That’s right Princess, I heard that little comment. Nothing to say now?” He asked as he cocked his brow and moved back in front of you. You shook your head and eagerly pushed up off your thighs so you were closer to him.

“Good girl. Can I push you a little tonight?” He murmured, his thumb catching your jaw as he tilted your head up to look at him. You licked your lips, feeling your cunt start to drip in anticipation as you nodded.

“That’s my good girl. So hot for me, being on your knees.” He praised, and you smiled up at him as he unzipped his pants. He pushed them down slightly then he bent to press a rough kiss against yours and nipped your bottom lip as he pulled away, whispering, “Remember our word.”

Calum pulled his cock out, and pumped himself a few times before bringing it to your mouth. You opened and accepted him without complaint, and swirled your tongue around his tip. He moaned quietly and let you suck him off for a bit. You bobbed your head along his length, taking what you could and doing the best you can without using your hands.

“Breathe,” He instructed, and you took a deep breath in. He wound his hands in your hair, his fingers becoming tangled in as he started to grind his hips into you. He pressed in deeply, deeper than usual and you gagged for a second as you willed your throat to relax around him. As you choked on his cock, a victorious moan fell from his lips as his head fell back in pleasure. 

He rocked his hips slightly, now facefucking you and you looked up at him through watery eyes and adored how serene he looked. His eyes were shut tight, his lips parted and a quiet whimper fell out. He bit down on his lip then caught your gaze, and smiled down at you. He pulled out, your spit following as you were able to take a deep breath.

“So fucking hot for me. You like it when I facefuck you, don’t you?”

“Oh yes Calum. But I like when you fuck me more in my wet pussy.”

“Such a filthy mouth. I’ll have to fuck that out of you,” He murmured, and you giggled as he helped lift you up so you were now standing. He kissed you once again, his fingers tangling in your hair again as he helped back you up onto the bed. Your hands, still restrained by his belt, attempted to brace your fall onto the bed. 

“I thought about tying your legs up too, but I love it much more when you can be my flexible little slut,” He whispered in your ear as he climbed on top of you, “Can you do that for me?”

You nodded as you raised your legs in front of him, and he pushed down on your inner thighs. There was a slight burn, but he ran his hands up to your ankles, now as high as his shoulders and kissed the inside of your leg.

“Actually, I want your hands free too. Turn to the side real quick,” He instructed. You rolled to the right and he undid the belt loop and let it fall to the side of the bed as he pushed you back down onto the bed. 

“Fuck me Cal,” You whispered, and he chuckled as he dragged his fingers along your folds and then brought his hand up to his mouth.

“So fucking wet, and all you did was suck me off?” He teased, and you nodded as you stroked his cock for a second. 

He pushed inside of you, all thoughts coming to a stop at how he filled you. You breathed out as he started rocking his hips and moaned as he found the rhythm you loved.

“It feels so fucking good,” You whimpered and he chuckled as he placed his one hand on the inside of your thigh and pushed your leg further back, and his other leg gripped one of your boobs. Calum hungrily kissed you, his teeth mashed against yours and you giggled as you pulled your head back slightly.

“God who kisses like that?” You teased him, knowing that it could result in another punishment but you craved it.

“Please, you fucking love it.” Calum muttered. You rolled your eyes at him, and scratched your nails down his back. He moaned out lightly, before reaching down to kiss you again, but you turned your head at the last second.

“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” You whispered to him, and he chuckled.

“No but baby, you’re so full of me right now.” He murmured, his nose nudging yours and you giggled.

“Yeah, I love how your cock fills me Calum.” You breathed out, and he nodded.

“That’s what I thought Princess. Now don’t try to get an attitude again or I’ll have to teach you another lesson. Now get on your hands and knees for me.” 

You quickly followed his instructions after he pulled out, and turned your body over on the bed. You arched your back into the air, and he caressed the curve of your spine as he lifted your ass higher into the air.

“That’s a good girl for me.” He breathed out, and you smiled as you wiggled your ass slightly in front of him. He let out a quiet chuckle, then slapped your ass. You hummed at the contact, feeling his fingertips sting even after his hand was gone. 

He pushed you down further into the bed, your mouth falling open as he slammed back inside of you and you moaned loudly. 

“Still so full of me, aren’t you?” He muttered, his knee coming up beside your hips as he adjusted his position. You whimpered as you attempted a response, and he chuckled again.

“No response?”

“Fucking me too good,” You mumbled into the sheets, and you turned your head as best you could to see him smiling.

“Bet no one else fucks you like I do,” 

You couldn’t form a response, but reached your hand back to tap the outside of his thigh on the left side. A quick little three taps, y e s , and Calum gripped your hair in his hand as he pulled back roughly. Your neck was exposed to the wall, and he bent over your body to wrap his other hand around your neck. He tucked his three middle fingers into your mouth, forcing you to gag on them as he continued fucking you.

“Good fucking girl,” He grunted and your moans were shallow as your were pushed further down into the bed, “Keep taking my cock so well. You gonna cum soon?” 

“Mmm,” You whimpered around his fingers and Calum pulled his fingers out and nudged you to respond properly, “Yes Cal, I want you to cum inside of me too,”

“Fuck,” He groaned as his hands gripped your hips. He continued fucking you, his fingertips digging into your skin as your orgasm started to crash over you. Your thighs shook as you turned your head into the bed, and cried out.

“Such a good girl for me, just hold on,” He murmured as he continued fucking out his own orgasm, and you felt him cum inside of you. You hummed as he pulled out and turned your head to see behind you, loving the way that his cum dripped out from your cunt.

“What a sight,” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of your ass and you wiggled your ass slightly in front of his face. He ran his hand up your ass, along your back as he moved around the bed. He cupped your cheeks and pulled your face to his and kissed you deeply.

“I love you,” He murmured, and you lazily hummed as you kissed him again.

“I love you,” You whispered and watched as he walked into the bathroom for a moment, then returned with a washcloth. He pressed the warm rag to your pussy, and cleaned up the mess that he made while you sat there contently.

His fingers slowly dragged along the outside of your cunt, and down your thighs and inner legs. He hummed quietly with each gentle swipe and threw the rag into the hamper by the closet.

“Lay down baby,” He prompted, and you nodded as you let your legs fall out beneath you. You felt the slight burn from being stretched earlier and from holding that position, but you loved that burn. You brought your arms underneath your head to support it and turned to keep watching him move around the room. He lit a candle, your favorite one, and you breathed in the scent deeply as you felt your body relaxing so quickly.

He grabbed your lotion from the bedside table, and straddled your lower back as he rubbed the lotion into your hands. His palms pushed down onto your shoulder blades as they massaged down your arms. He then scooted himself down and applied more lotion to your back, then your ass, then down your legs to your feet.

“Go ahead and sleep baby, I’m going to write for a bit,” He murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead as he walked around the bed again.

“You wore me out,” You whispered, still lying facedown on the bed, your eyelids starting to droop. 

[thegnomelord]

Prompt #2 with Dominant bottom trans Price? And sub top cis male reader? Maybe monster au and mage reader if you want.

Power bottom Price YES! You get me mate, you get it, @rodolfoparras please second me here on the power bottom Price supremacy. Play the game HERE

Prompt: “That’s enough. Take a cold shower and when you’re done come back to me.  Don’t dress yourself.  No drying off."

CW: NSFW, dom bottom Trans Price, Sub top Reader, dom/sub, edging and denial, cumming without permision, oral, temp play kinda?

In an attempt to teach you some god damn patience, Price gave you a simple order — don't cum. For a month. This challenge would have gone smoother had he not teased you every waking moment; from fondling your thigh under the table during meetings to whispering in your ear all the filthy things he was going to do to you, hell, you couldn't even cross paths in the hallway without feeling his hands grope your ass.

So it's no wonder you didn't last a week.

When you were sure he was going to be busy you snuck back to your room, not even bothering with disrobing and just unbuttoning your jeans to let your aching erection free. You spat into your palm and immediately went to town, using every precious second you had to stroke yourself and find a release to that blasted heat in your belly.

You came into your fist in record timing like a teenager, your mind so clouded with post-orgasmic bliss you didn't hear the door open. The clear sound of Price clearing his throat strikes fear into your heart like nothing else before.

You slowly turn, cock still in your hand, to find him standing behind you, face stern like you'd just fucked up a mission. "Have fun there?" He asks, voice gruff but a smug look in his eyes — he fucking knew this would happen.

"Price, listen I-"

"Did I give you permission to talk?" His sharp words make you shut your mouth so fast your teeth 'click'. "Thought not." He hums and takes large strides towards you, pushing you against the wall. "Look at'you, remembering your manners when you cock up." He teases and his hand knocks away yours before he takes a firm grip of your soft cock.

He strokes you rough and quick, making your head loll back and hit the wall as the pressure and feel of his calloused hand makes pleasure push through the fog of overstimulation until your cock's hard and leaking all over again.

"Does that feel good sweetheart?" He asks, nibbling on your neck. You nod your head frantically, panting in tandem with every stroke of his hand, your balls churning as he corrals you closer and closer towards a second orgasm-

His hand stops.

You think your heart does too.

"What? Did you think ah was going to reward you for misbehaving, silly boy?" He asks with a smug smirk and flicks the head of your cock, smirking when you yelp and watching your cock bob. "That's enough." He lets go of your cock. "Take a cold shower and when you’re done come back to me. Don’t dress yourself. No drying off."

"You can't be serious." You try to argue but the look he gives you—the same one he gives to dumb recruits who try to challenge him—has you shuffling into the bathroom without further complaint.

You have no idea how many swears you yell out while pelted with droplets of ice cold water, borderline pain shooting up your spine as your cock softens from the assault. You shut off the water quickly, shaking yourself off like a dog despite his instructions before going back to him.

You nearly trip on your feet when you find him naked and sprawled out on your bed, positioned in such a way that your eyes naturally fall to his cunt. Your mouth grows dry as you watch him lazily play with himself, thumb and forefinger slowly rubbing his clit before sliding down to spread his folds so you have a clear view of his pulsing hole. The breathless moan he gives as he pushes two fingers into himself has your pulse roaring in your ears, the wet 'squelch' of slick as his fingers spread his hungry cunt open making your ears burn.

"Insatiable muppet." He growls, drawing attention to the boner you're now sporting. "Go back in." He orders, motioning to the bathroom, "You're doing this until you learn."

You do as you're told, staying a little longer under the freezing stream and conjuring images of old grannies eating lunch in the nursery home to make sure you stay soft when you come out the second time. Your cock gives a half-hearted throb as you watch Price finger himself, but you manage to escape a third cold shower.

"Good lad." You have to pinch yourself to not react to his praise, but the pleased look in his eyes makes up for that. He spreads his legs more, pulling his fingers out of his cunt to pat his hairy thigh, "C'mere then."

Knowing what's expected of you, you drop to your knees and crawl to him, settling between his thighs so you're eye level with his slick folds. You have half a mind to just dive right in, but the residual freezing droplets on your skin remind you to look up at him and beg for permission with your eyes.

A slow breath escapes you when he puts a clean hand on your head, ruffling your hair as a reward. "Good, you're finally learning." He tugs on your hair, "Go on then, don't just stare at it."

Permission granted you shove your face straight into his cunt, nose burrowing into his pubic hair to breathe in his musky scent and lolling your tongue out. You start with slow and wide swipes of your tongue at the bottom of his cunt lips, easing him into pleasure by seeking out all the pleasant spots along his inner lips. When his slick starts mixing with the drool rolling down your chin you go up to caress his clit with the flat of your tongue.

Your slow and methodical ministrations make him moan so sweetly you forget everything but his cunt, lavishing it with precise attention until his thighs shake as they wrap around your head. He tugs on your hair to move your tongue where he wants it, making you slowly suffocate in his slick heat but you couldn't care less when he continues to moan like that; rough and deep and blissed out.

Then you shift to ease the ache of your knees and your cock head brushes against the sheets, bringing your attention to the hard cock between your legs. Immediately you grip his thighs and redouble your efforts in an attempt to keep him from noticing, tongue delving into his pulsing tunnel to tonguefuck him for a few moments then swiping up to suckle on his clit, lips sealing around the nub and sucking until his thighs shake.

Even slowly suffocating you know when he's getting close by the way his moans get deeper, his breathing becoming stuttered and a continues stream of 'good boy' 'there, do that', 'don't stop' falling from his lips. He grinds roughly against his face and it only takes a few more hard licks against his clit to make him cum.

His thighs nearly crack your skull as he convulses, grinding his spasming cunt into your face and you do your best to swallow down all of his slick, continuing to lick him through it until his hold eases.

You gasp for breath when he lets you go, chin and throat stained with his juices. He looks at you with hooded content eyes and as he shifts his leg to press his shin against your leaking erection you think you're in the clear.

"Hard again?" The duality of his sweet tone and the mean look in his eyes hits you like a train. "Did you think that would be enough?" He asks sweetly, rubbing your aching length until you're throbbing with the need to cum before pulling away at the last second.

Boneless as he is he still tugs on your hair to keep your attention on him, "Oh no, baby boy, you're far from forgiven." He smirks and motions to the portal to Hell that is your bathroom. "Get to it, you know the drill by now."

[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰

pairing(s): kento nanami x fem!reader, sub!nanami x dom!reader

summary: you were here for a mission but, that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun in your wake? It was nothing personal, honest.

word count: 800+

warning(s): reader is mean like sinister six mean, blackmailing, sub nanaminnn, restraints?, cheating, oral f receiving, slapping, orgasm denial, cock stepping, nanami licks your boot?, choking, pet names, sorcerer reader, and language

A/n:—GIFs; @pseudowho & — this is more of a thirst/ jumble of words then a fic

“Hello? Oh yes, good afternoon. How may I help you? Mr Nanami can’t come to the phone right now, im afraid. May I take a message?” The curl of your lips is short of ominous as you stare down at the blonde business man. Your foot bobs up and down with a board expression on your face listening to person over the line. When the sorcerer tries to speak —which comes out as nothing but muffled gibberish due to his dotted tie that was usually in perfect place around his collar was now being used as a gag— you glare at him harshly, applying pressure against the upside of his cock to be smashed onto the floor. It stares at you angrily flashing deep shades of reds and pinks.

“Perfect, goodbye now.” You place the corded phone onto its hook, sighing deeply at the continued protest coming from plush drooling lips. You lean torwards his kneeling figure and for a moment Nanami thinks you’re going to remove the cloth from his mouth. However, in response your closed palm makes contact with his pale cheek. The Impact leaves a biting sting that almost made him gasp at the unexpectedness of it.

“Can’t even follow simple instructions. God, this look is truly pathetic on you” You chuckle lowly, chocolate brown eyes staring back at you with a pure dose of hatred. You rub the bottom of your black pump against the skin of his length —the tip leaking pre onto the floor— and watch the slight shudder of his shoulders.

“You scream and I swear everything you have will be taken.” You wait for a quick moment before snatching the tie from around the blonde’s mouth, he makes quick work of bad mouthing you.

“You insufferable wom-”

“Now Kento, that’s no way to speak to someone making you feel like this.” The stiletto heel of your shoe is pressed to the slit of his sensitive cock and your palm makes a home at the base of his neck, squeezing with a steady pressure. Against his will, Nanami lets out a shaky breath, his body betrays him but he shakes his head all the same.

“No.” He insists

“No?” You muse

“No.”

“That’s rich seeing as you could’ve gotten out of the restraints anytime you wanted. Those ropes were made by a grade four and you’re what? A grade two at least, yeah? No matter how much your mouth says no, your body continues to say something differently. Poor Mrs. Nanami, sitting up in that six figure house waiting for you to come home… yet here you are being a manwhore” Your chuckle rings in his ears, you scent overwhelms his senses. You had him pinned literally and figuratively. God did you always smell this good?

“I mean, all you have to do is tell me to stop. Tell me to stop touching your dick and I’ll walk out that door right now.” You hum fingers wrapped around the base pumping up and down the length slowly. Shaky breaths along with slight grunts plague the air, yet there is no protest. You scoff at the action and drastically change the pace of your wrist making sure to drag it up his length at a rate painful to try and keep from coming to.

“Cmon’ Nanamin, I know you want to come. That’s it pretty boy, just blow your load.” Your thumb swipes over his swollen tip beads of pre spurting out at your every touch. Just as the feeling strengthens and he can feel him self beginning to peak you rip your hand away. The blonde grunts that sounds like a borderline whine, glaring at your figure.

“I know you didn’t think it’d be that easy. You’re a big boy Nanami, you know better than anyone you have to work for what you want.” You lean back in his desk chair placing your heeled boot on his chest, it shocks you how quick he is to comply; hesitantly darting out his tongue to swipe across the leather. You’d snap a picture if you didn’t have the desire to feel his tongue elsewhere.

“That’s adorable. How about you put that tongue to good use” You hum setting both of your legs across his shoulders. The look he has for you is to be described as nothing less other than drunk. The blonde peaks inside your skirt, you thighs bare of any undergarment and he doesn’t try to contain the groan that escapes him inching towards your center.

The office phone rings again.

“Hello? Oh- oh I’m sorry Mr. Nanami has his hands tied…” You grab on hold to the locks of platinum buried from under your tight pencil skirt, struggling to keep your voice steady.

“Can I take a message?”

©2024 thewriterg spooktober do not copy, translate, or modify.

[shigaraki-housewife]

top megumi x bottm male reader pleasee you can throw ur own spin on it and you can choose the setting but please include overstim love ya

I am truly sorry that it took months to write this for you Anon. But I do hope that I did you justice after months of waiting. <3

Please Note that everyone is 18+

Megumi x M!Reader

Over stimulation, praising, mirror sex, dacryphilia and Oral.

The way Megumi hands roam all over your body, as his body pressed up against you on the dance floor. The music is loud and it smells like sweat as people brush against you both.

Turning around you wrap your arms around Megumi's neck as you grind against him. The way your guy's body moves as one, the way his hands are holding your waist close to him, leaving no room between you two. Leaning in close to your ear, Megumi whispered in your ear "Let's go home." Megumi's hot breath hit your ear making you shiver just a little. Nodding your head you grabbed your boyfriend's hand, leading him off the dance floor and to the exit.

Making it to Megumi's car, he opened the door for you to get in before shutting it and getting in the driver's side. During the drive home, you had a thought, unbuckling your seat belt you got in a comfortable position. Leaning over the seat holder, you made quick work with Megumi's belt and zipper. Megumi's hand gripped the stirring wheel tight as he knew what you were about to do.

Taking his cock out of his jeans you spit on his length before putting your mouth on his tip, hollowing your cheeks out, you slowly put more of his length in your mouth before going back up, leaving just the tip in your mouth. "Fuck." Megumi cursed under his breath as he feel you taking his whole length in your mouth before sucking.

Megumi took one of his hands off of the stirring wheel before weaving it in your hair. "You doing such an amazing job, sweetheart," he said breathlessly, making you bob your head faster wanting to please him more. humming around his cock, you pull your mouth all the off before licking his slit. Tasting his precum on your tongue, it took everything in you not to go back sucking his cock. Instead, you tuck him back in his pants before sitting back up and buckling back up.

"Why did you stop?" Your boyfriend asked breathlessly as he looked at you from the side. "Patient, That was just the per show." You winked.

****

Pulling into the driveway of your guy's place, both of yours quickly got out and made your way up the driveway as Megumi opened the door, particularly pulling you in the door before slamming the door closed and pushing you up against the door, you back hitting the door a little hard, but not caring as you were pulled into a heated kiss.

Breaking the kiss Megumi, started to bite and suck on your neck, pulling a moan from you. Dragging you to the bedroom, Megumi pulled both of y'all to your bedroom mirror. "Strip. Now" Megumi said as he started to remove his clothes. Standing next to the mirror, He patiently waited for you to finish removing the rest of your clothing. "Kneel." Doing as you are told, you kneel in front of him, your hands resting on your legs, as you wait for further instruction.

Megumi held his cock in one of his hands as he guide it to your mouth, quickly opening your mouth, you took the tip of his cock in his mouth as he slowly pushed his length into your warm hole.

Humming you took him all in your mouth as you started to bob your head at a steady pace. Letting out a small groan, Megumi Grabbed a fist full of hair as he looked down at you. The way your lips looked stretched around his cock, he don't think he can last long.

Pulling all the way out he helped you up off the floor, before, turning you around, so that you could face the mirror, lifting your hands you placed them against the sides of the mirror, as Megumi lined himself up being you before he slowly pushed in. Sighing you felt him bottom out before he pulled out beside the tip before pushing back in.

Megumi's hand held yours as he slammed inside of you at a fast pace, Looking down you gripped the mirror as Megumi kept hitting the soft spot inside of you "F-fuck, Megumi, Right there." You moaned out as your boyfriend picked up the pace, Letting go of one of your hands, he used his free hand to grab your neck just lightly so you could look at yourself in the mirror, Your eyes meeting his as your first orgasm washed over you.

Still not satisfied, Megumi, didn't let up the pace, as he continued to fuck you. "You feel so good, fuck." Megumi said as he leaned his head on your back and his hands found their way to your hips. "So good." You moaned out as you felt your second orgasm approaching you. You jolted as you felt Megumi's hand wrap around your length, as he moved his hand up and down at a fast but steady pace, as your second orgasm washed over you.

By your third orgasm, you started to feel tears in your eyes and you turned into a babbling mess not able to speak coherently. "One more time. Can you come one more time for me?" Megumi asked asked he slowed his pace down. Nodding your head you tried to speak. "Y-yes." You groan as you felt every vein and the curve of his cock inside of you.

"That's my good boy, you look so pretty when you cry," Megumi said as he grabbed your face and looked you in the eyes through the mirror. "Come for me," Megumi said as the knot in your stomach snapped and your came for the fourth time. You felt Megumi come inside of you as he fucked his cum into you making sure none of it will come out.

Pulling out Megumi kissed your shoulders, as he lightly rubbed your muscles. "Was I too rough?" he asked looking at you through the mirror, you leaned back against him and hummed in content, "No, you were perfect, like always." You said as you turned your head to kiss his cheek.

"Let's get clean up and go to sleep. Okay." Nodding you followed Megumi to the bathroom to clean up. After you both were cleaned and dressed, you made your way to the bed and lay down. "I love you." You said as you yawned cuddling up against Megumi who wrapped his arm around you "I love you too Y/N." He replied before kissing your head.

[hyunsvngs]

imagine doing fear play with subby jisung and he accidentally pees himself bc of how scared he is 😭💗

HI I'M REALLY SORRY THIS HAS ROTTED IN MY INBOX BUT PLEASE KNOW I'VE BEEN CRAZY OVER THIS SINCE U SENT IT. I LOOK AT THIS EVERYDAY

"mama? mommy, mommy, i don't- i don't-" jisung's staring up at you, fingers knotted in his hoodie and eyes wide. he's so cute, teeth biting into his bottom lip as he squirms underneath you. he's hard in his boxers, hem of his hoodie just barely covering the bulge, and you coo when you run your fingernail up his length. "ah, are you g'na- are you- don't hurt sungie, mommy, i'm a good boy, i promise!"

"are you?" you muse, head tilting to the side. he nods eagerly, eyes glassy with unshed tears, and his cock bobs in his boxers. "am i scaring you, honey?"

"yeeees," he whines, nodding. "you're scaring me! i don't- i don't know what- you're gonna hurt me?"

you giggle, pecking his nose. "i'm gonna hurt your cock, baby. i want to torture it until you cry, and i want to slap you about until you're red and bruised with it."

his hips kick, eyes rolling back into his head, but you know he's scared. you can really hurt him if you wanted to, and he enjoys every second of it - but that doesn't mean it makes him any less terrified of his mommy when she's in this mood. his legs thrash around underneath you, and he blinks back into focus, staring directly at your face.

"i'm scared, i- mommy, mommy," he babbles, words slurring. his hips cant up into you again, just barely, and then you feel a rush of wetness between your legs. when you look down, he's pissing, a pout on his lips and his hands still grabbing at his hoodie. "mommy! mommy, y'scared me, look-"

"oh, baby," you smile, hand gripping his length tight through his boxers. "mommy scares you that much? how old are you again, can't even hold your pee in?"

"hnnnnnf- didn't mean to, didn't- didn't mean to! sungie didn't mean to, i'm a good boy mama, i am, i am-"

"flip over," you instruct, but you're moving him by his hips anyway. he lands in his mess, and wails with it, head thunking onto the pillow. "let mommy finger your ass open, and if you're really pretty crying for me, i might use some lube."

[recklesssturniolo]

Late Nights - C.S

Sub!chris, overstim (you guys convinced me, you’re welcome, y’all better eat this up I stg + dom!matt fic tomorrow pookies)

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

You glance over as the bedroom door opens to see Chris walking in. He’d been out with his brothers filming a car video, that you declined the offer to be in and instead stayed at their place.

“Hi baby” He says kissing your cheek as he lays down beside you, placing his head on your chest.

“How was filming?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“Was good, saw some sketchy people though” He laughs.

“I’m not surprised by that one bit” You smile back.

Chris gets up to grab his charger and lays back down on the bed, his head leaning back on the headboard. You both simply enjoying each other’s presence as you scrolled on your phones.

“You’re staring” You smirk.

“Just thinking” He shrugs back.

“And what are you thinking about?” You question.

“Fucking you” He replies as if it was nothing.

“Oh yeah?” You say.

“Mhm been thinking about it since we were filming” He nods.

“How cute, you want me to make you feel good Chrissy?” You smirk, now straddling him.

A groan leaves his mouth before he responds with “Please”

You lean down and connect your lips, you yourself now wanting him inside you, starting to grind your hip against him. Your tongue explored his mouth as you pulled his hair - a whimper leaving his mouth as you did so.

“P-please baby make me feel good” He whimpered.

“You gonna be a good boy for me if I do?” You smirk.

Chris nodded his head repeatedly in response, willing to do whatever you asked as long as he had you making him feel good.

“Take your clothes off for me pretty boy” You instruct, Chris immediately doing as you said.

You smirk as you move down on the bed, spitting on dick once you were low enough. Moving your hand up and down his shaft excruciatingly slow.

“No teasing” He groans out, almost frustrated as he knew what you were doing.

“Play nice or I’ll leave you to jerk yourself off” You respond. A quiet “Sorry” leaving his mouth afterwards.

Instead of moving your hand faster, you lower your head and swivel your tongue around his tip, then bringing your tongue and swiping from the bottom of his dick to the top. His hip thrusting upwards, wanting more contact.

“You want me to take all of you in my mouth baby?” You ask, looking up at him.

“I - yes fuck please, you’re already making me feel so good” He moans.

He watches as you take as much of him as you can handle into your mouth, your hand pumping what wouldn’t fit.

“Look so fucking good with my dick in your mouth” He whines, moving his hand to the back of your head.

You begin to bob your head up and down faster, gagging slightly as he thrusted his hips harder but continuing to swirl and suck on his dick.

“Am I making you feel good pretty boy?” You ask.

“Yes yes so good” He replies through a moan.

You continued on, but notice his grip tighten on your hair, and his moans becoming louder and more frequent.

“Is my good boy about to come? You think you deserve to?” You smirk.

“Please let me, you’re making me feel so good I can’t hold it back my longer” He whimpers, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Okay baby, come for me” You respond.

With that Chris let’s go, his liquids filling your mouth. His eyes rolling back and a mix of whimpers and curse world effortlessly flowing out of his mouth.

“Fuck baby you made me feel so good” His says, slightly panting.

“Oh we aren’t finished yet” You smirk, his eye brows furrowing in confusion.

You climb on top of him, aligning him with your entrance and letting yourself sink down onto his dick. A moan leaving your mouth as you did so. You grab his hands and place them on your waist and begin moving up and down on his dick, watching his jaw drops open at the sensation. Barely recovering from climaxing the first time.

“You fill me so well Chrissy” You tell him.

“I’m - so sensitive fuck I don’t think I can come again” He whines.

“Yes you can. Be a good boy and look at me while I ride you” You demand.

A whimper leaves his mouth as you bounced up and down, tilting his head up every so often when he’d drop eye contact.

“Such a good boy letting me ride you like a little toy, feels so good baby” You moan out, feeling your climax coming on.

“I - I’m” He whimpers but can’t get himself to finish his sentence. The over-stimulation clouding his head, his thighs shaking as he tries to control himself.

“What’s that? Are you gonna come again for me Chrissy?” You smile.

He nods in response, the pleasure now fully consuming him as his dick twitched inside you, begging to fill you.

“Show me how much of a good boy you are and come with me okay?” You ask.

“O-okay yes fuck please I need to come” He whines out, his grip on your waist so tight that you knew there’d be bruises.

You pick up your pace just enough so that his dick was now perfectly hitting your g-spot, nodding to him and silently confirming for him to come. As you both climaxed there was a mix of whimpers and moans, followed by half finished sentences.

“Fuck it feels so”

“Oh my god you fill me up so well - shit”

“So fucking tight”

You slow your pace as both of your highs come to an end, getting off of Chris and letting your body fall limp beside him.

“Jesus Christ you’re so hot when you’re like that” Chris said, catching his breath.

“You were such a good boy Chrissy” You smile, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“I always forgot how much you get off at overstimulating me” He laughs.

“Mmm hearing you whimper and beg never gets old” You tell him.

“You’re cocky now but just wait till I have you on your knees for me angel” He smirks back.

“Hush and go get a towel, your beds a mess now, mine as well wash the sheets at this point” You respond.

TAGLIST: @sturnphilia @thatonekid536 @cupidisworld @devsturniolo @loveesiren @daddyslilchickenfingers @christinarowie332 @ilovemattsturn @mattenthusiast @its-jennarose @lxvlysworld @lovingsturniolo @iwantmattsobad

[twyftwyt]

remember this one shot i wrote some time ago? yeah, i’m bringing it back and finishing it.

Noah Sebastian x Reader

warnings: 18+

“I need you to be good for me.” the words coming out of his mouth almost sounded like a sensual lullaby

And he looked so unholy looking down at me. His bare chest falling down with his rapid breathing, his shoulder muscles illuminated in the LED lights of his bedroom, the way his hair fell in front of his face. Everything about him was so sinister and inviting in this very moment. And I was so under his spell, I was ready to do just about anything to please him.

“Can you be good for me, baby?” his hand reached for my face and his thumb brushed over my bottom lip, pulling it down

I nodded, unable to say anything at all, so in awe of his assertiveness. It came so easy to him. He always knew what to say and how to say it to make me kneel and plead and eventually cry.

“Undo my pants for me.”

His thumb was still tracing the outline of my bottom lip, pulling on it ever so slightly. I reached for his trousers and he lifted his butt off the bed, so I could pull them down, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. The visible bulge in front of me made my mouth water.

“How bad do you want it?” he said through his teeth

“Please.”

I was looking up at him, eyebrows furrowed, eyes almoat tearing.

“So desperate. Beg for it.” his eyes were locked on mine

“Noah, please.”

My “please” came out as a cry for help. My hands were gripping the side of his thighs and I could feel myself grinding on the ground. A desperate picture indeed.

“Louder.”

“Please!” there was so much strain in my voice

“Prettier.”

“Please, baby…”

My ass was lifting off the floor, my hands moving up his thighs, almost reaching the end of his boxers. He felt so close yet so far away. And I just wanted to taste him. I felt him push his thumb between my lips, waiting for entrance.

“Suck on it.”

And that’s just what I did. I took his finger and licked it like my life depended on it. My head was bobbing up and down on his finger and my saliva was running down his hand. I saw him grip his dick through his boxers with his free hand and instantly moaned at the sight of it. He shifted on the bed long enough to free his dick from his boxers and started jerking it off at the same speed that I was sucking on his thumb.

“Enough now. Don’t get greedy.” he pulled his finger out of my mouth with a pop

I licked my lips looking up at him the whole time, waiting for instructions. His right hand was still around his hard cock, picking up the pace now, his face changing into a new grimace and I instinctively rubbed my center against my heel harder.

“Stop doing that. Behave.”

“I need you to fuck me, baby.” the words came out before I could even think them through

“And I need you to keep your mouth shut and your eyes on my dick. Look what you do to me.”

He was gripping the head of his cock, pre-cum leaking from it and coating his thumb and index finger. His hand was picking this rapid pace and his left hand went to his balls, cupping them.

“Touch yourself. Show me how wet you are.”

I didn’t need another invitation as I lifted my skirt high enough for him to see me pull my soaked panties to the side and I dipped a finger inside. My eyes closed immediately and a silent moan came out of my mouth, the feeling of my fingers clouding my vision.

“I said don’t get greedy. Take them out and show me.”

I pulled them out with a groan, raising my hand up to his face. My whole hand was coated with my juices and I saw his breath coming out short as his hand started moving even faster around his shaft.

“Let me taste you. Let me taste how desperate that pussy is for my cock.”

I moved my hand closer to his mouth and he laid his tongue flat out, licking my palm first then moving to my fingers. The moment he started sucking on them I felt the first wave of my orgasm him. I couldn’t really comprehend what was happening, but my body was responding so well to him.

“Breakfast, lunch and fucking dinner, baby.”

to be continued…

[tgmsunmontue]

Upon which our souls touch 9/?

Hangster Fantasy!AU with Dragons

SUMMARY

Tradition and the stories have been the same for thousands of years. Until Bradley and Jake came along and broke all the rules without ever speaking a word to one another...

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT

(Map of the world in my head can by found here...)

PART NINE

                Jake isn’t sure what has happened, but Bradley seems more relaxed. Calmer. He’s no longer acting like he’s barely tolerating Jake’s presence because his mother is expecting him to be there when they meet up with her. Not that he thinks Bradley would ever be violent toward him. He’d just be rude enough until Jake left of his own accord, and to be fair Jake remembers using a similar technique when he was a child. Bradley is older than him though, so he’s not sure how to react to the shift, but he likes it all the same. Suspects Bob is to thank.

                The three of them work together, Bradley humming something under his breath which Bob joins in with occasionally, and Bradley catches it and smiles at him and Jake feels left out of the loop. He follows their lead though, after they’ve finished with the butchering, preparing vegetables and cutting plants at Bob’s instructions, and he follows them carefully; unfamiliar with whatever it is that Bob and Bradley are preparing. It needs time to cook, although Bob is skewering smaller pieces to cook directly in the fire and it smells good, his mouth watering already at the promise of another good meal. Little Mist is running around, catching cuts of meat that Bob throws in her direction with ease.

                “We’re just going to go and fill up the water barrels. I only have four buckets, so two a-piece is sufficient. The meat and fire should be fine. And apparently Little Mist… is staying with you. Hmm. Interesting,” Bob says, when the small dragon refuses to jump onto his shoulder.

                Jake feels a little like a child left to entertain himself, but he does not want to overstep by doing anything to Bob’s home without his permission. So he will mind the fire and meat as necessary, glad to at least have the illusion of doing something useful. He pulls out a ball of yarn, squashed down far in the bottom of his pack in a waxed pouch to protect it from the damp. He will work on a pair of gloves for when it gets colder. It is a skill his grandmother taught him and he does not like sitting idle. The fire and meat do not need much of his attention, so he can work on the knitting just as easily. He ends up playing keep away with Little Mist, her pouncing on the end of the yarn before she sets fire to it with a small puff of flame that Jake isn’t sure is pride or annoyance in finally having caught her foe.

                They return quickly, and Jake finds himself admiring the sheer breadth and strength of Bradley, carrying the two much larger water buckets with a makeshift yoke of his staff. Then he’s assisting Bob with refilling some container of some sort, placing a lid on the other barrel. Bob catches him watching, but he doesn’t say anything for which he is grateful for. And he forces himself to focus on finishing the row of stitches so he can put the knitting away, a task for a day when there isn’t a small dragon with catlike behaviors around. Except before he can pack away completely both Bradley and Bob join him with similar tasks.

                They sit and it is companionable, like before when they were working. Bradley cleans his hunting weapons carefully, then whittles a little piece of wood into a little animal before settling himself into the checking and mending of the net that Bob has laid out, working from the other side. Little Mist runs around causing a little bit of chaos before Bradley reaches out and lays a hand and simply murmurs stay under his breath and Little Mist… obeys. Curls up in the centre of the net where he can keep an eye on everyone.

                Jake hasn’t felt this comfortable in a long time. It feels like home. They eat the skewered meat and then while they wait for the stew to be finished Bob brings out a mead he says he has made from honey Bradley gave him. Bob carries most of the conversation, talks of his recent visit to his family and Jake wants to ask why he doesn’t live with them, but holds back asking for some reason, does not want to appear rude. Bob asks him about his childhood, and Jake shares some harmless but funny stories. Then he mentions how all of the eggs lit up in the cave, making it seem like the moment that both suns were at their highest points and Bob doesn’t seem surprised and Jake supposes Bradley has already told him.

                “So… you made all of them light up. And you my friend…” he looks toward Bradley then. “None. Interesting.”

                Bradley sighs at that, and Jake wonders if he’s shared anything further with Bob, about what his mother thinks, if she thinks anything. Then he refocuses on the conversation and Bradley is sharing the news of his father, apparently alive and Bob’s eyes go wide at that, looking surprised and Jake doesn’t understand why Bradley must have talked about his problem with the eggs rather than the news about his father. Bradley confuses him, but he hopes that his good mood from this visit will continue. They finish eating and clean up efficiently, then they’re preparing to sleep and Jake is eyeing the corner, wonders if he should simply claim it or if Bob would like him to sleep elsewhere.

                “Bob and I can sleep in front of the fire. You can have the bed.”

                “It won’t be the first time,” Bob says with a sideways look at Bradley. Jake is surprised, isn’t sure how to take that, but nods his acceptance. Like he has any choice in the matter anyway, and it is a generous offer to be given the bed; wonders if they’ve ever shared that. It is nice to be sleeping inside, able to let his guard down completely and have the warmth of the hearth and knowing there are others close by, even if they are not kinsfolk.

                Jake watches as Bob and Bradley lay out some blankets and furs on a wooden sleeping platform that Bob has pulled down from the rafters, dislodging some hanging flowers and sending motes of dust swirling in the firelight. He watches as Bob lies down, Bradley then laying behind him, arm going over and hauling Bob in closer to his chest. Bob is not small, however Bradley is still considerably larger and Jake wonders what it would be like to have a friendship like that. Is envious of it.

                He can hear them murmuring quietly, too quietly to make out what they are saying and he wonders if they have a lot in common, both living such solitary lives. It makes sense to him that they are friends, if they both enjoy solitude so much. Must find each other’s company calming and he wonders if that is why Bradley has relaxed around him finally.

…            …            …

                As he always does when he spends the night close to Bob he wakes incredibly well rested, his dreams and thoughts all calm and he wonders if Jake would have received the same benefit. He hopes so. Bob is there with some hard bread and fruit, smoked fish and he lets himself savor the different flavors, knowing that he’ll be back on inferior food as soon as they are travelling, although it hasn’t been all bad. Jake is already awake and clearly outside, the sleeping space tidy, his travel pack already closed and ready. Bradley has to concede that Jake is a considerate travel partner. He stands and stretches, then starts clearing away the blankets and furs so that he can stow away the sleeping platform back up in the rafters.

                “You seem well rested.”

                “Always in your company. You know that.”

                “And I in yours,” Bob replies, smile small and Bradley takes the compliment, because Bob would not speak untruthfully to save his feelings. “Your visit has been a pleasant surprise.”

                “I am glad for that.”

                “Good. Remember what I said to you yesterday hmm?”

                Bradley nods his head, because he will definitely try harder. He has a lot of time to get to know Jake.

…            …            …

                “Here. More provisions for your journey. You have stocked me up considerably.”

                “Can’t have you living off just fish.”

                “I happen to like fish…”

                “I know you do my friend. I will miss you.”

                “And I you. May your journey bless you in all the ways that you need.”

                It sounds like an odd blessing to Jake and he wonders about it. No one in his clan has ever travelled very far, to the cavern and back is the most many of his clan-members ever travel, a coming of age for so many of them. He will become one of the most travelled ever when he returns.

                If he returns.

                “Goodbye Little Mist…” Bradley is saying, and Jake looks to where Bradley is stroking the ridge of the small dragon, expression soft.

                “You spoil her,” Bob says.

                “If not me then who? Certainly not you,” Bradley says, and he’s almost laughing with amusement and again Jake hopes that his good mood continues. Little Mist jumps to his shoulder, claws like tiny thorns but they do not break his skin. He strokes down her length as well, accepts the little head bump against his forehead with a little laugh. He had found her curled up on his chest this morning, and it had been nice but it makes him ache for his own. He looks up to find Bradley watching him with slightly narrowed eyes and he feels like he’s done something wrong. He lets out a resigned sigh and Bob catches his eye, steps in close, his forehead pressing to Jake’s.

                “Jake. May you find the answers you seek. And… good luck with him. Your ways are… different.”

                “I am starting to realize this,” Jake replies quietly, and he had already thought as such, but there must be even more.

                “You have more youth on your side. He lives alone and forgets how to soften his edges sometimes. But… he is a good man.”

                “I have no doubt,” Jake replies, because he doesn’t. He suspects that even if Bradley actively hated him he would still keep Jake safe and help him if he needed it.

                “Travel well. I will see you again.”

                The certainty with which he says the words make Jake wonder if he has the gift or touch of sight. Then he’s handing Jake a staff similar to Bradley’s and he accepts it, not sure why he needs such a flimsy stick of wood. However he takes it with a smile.

                “My gratitude. For this and for your generous hospitality. Until we meet again.”

                He steps away and diverts his eyes so that Bob and Bradley can farewell each other, it is similar to how Bradley farewelled his mother. How Bob just farewelled him, the pressing of foreheads and exchanging of scents. He hears quiet murmurs and laughter and then they are setting out, walking a well-worn path along the river bank which makes Jake wonder how often Bob has visitors, or how often he goes to Solrin.

                “Solrin is less than a quarter-day walk. We could have pressed on last night…”

                “But it was nice to stop in and visit with a friend,” Jake offers.

                “Yes. It was.”

                It might be the first thing they've agreed on.

PART TEN

[itsgivingeattherich]

Café Blues (Part 5) Port Mafia Dazai

Hey pookie I got mail 💌

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | yay finale part

Warnings: Female reader, Mention of gun, Usage of Gun? Unprotected sex

He took you to his place just to, "Crash" for the night, but you knew you had some sort of impact on him, as he was quiet the rest of the drive home. Every attempt to get him to talk results in a stare. Until the door of his apartment closes behind him.

"Get on the couch."

"Why?"

He grabbed your arm leading you to the couch and pushed you down on it. You fell down with a thud and the couch bowed under your weight.

"Don't talk it'll just piss me off."

He took off his coat, he wore a white dress shirt with a black tie that ended at his navel, and black trousers that cuffed at his ankles. His muscles flexed under his clothes, and a certain muscle was prominent and throbbing in his trousers.

"Oh you're um-"

"Seeing you tied up did. Things to me. Get on your knees."

You shifted to being on your knees and the sound of a belt clanking made you look up at him. He winced.

"You're gonna make me cum before I even get inside you."

"I'm not doing anything."

"heh sure." His voice dragged out.

He unzipped his trousers, and you swatted his hands away to dip into the band of his boxers - careful of the gun tucked in there - to pull out his thick, girthy cock.

"I knew you were a freak. Me tying you up got you riled up too."

You pumped him a few times earning you a few soft moans under his breath. The temperature in the room increase and heat pooled in your stomach.

"Maybe you should tie me up again."

"you've got a lot to say, maybe you should keep that mouth busy." He pointed to his length.

"I'm getting there."

You opened your mouth slightly to take him in. He gasped in response, and you dragged your tongue along his member. You couldn't fit all of him in your mouth so you massaged the rest with your hands. His moans grew louder as you bobbed your head faster. He moved his hands to the back your head and started pushing you onto him.

"ughh that's it."

You started to speak but he cut you off.

"Don't talk with food in your mouth. It's disgusting"

It's not food you thought but arguing with him when your like this, would be dangerous. His moaning made you wetter by the minute and you couldn't wait for him to finish so he could pleasure you. So you slowly slid your fingers down, hiden from sight as not to arose suspicion. You knew he would get mad if you pleasured yourself with our asking.

"Hey. I see your hands. Don't think just cause you're makin me feel good I don't know what's happening around me. Get off me. I guess you need to be taught a lesson again sweets."

He picked you up, as if you were as light as a feather, and threw you on the couch. You yelped and grabbed the arm of the couch to steady yourself.

"Keep your arms there and turn around." He commanded

You followed instructions scared of what he plans to "punish" you with. Quickly, you took off your clothes and turned around. The sound of metal behind you surprised you. Handcuffs? Something cold touched your neck. A gun.

"If you cum before I allow you. Well you'll see." He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

He entered in you achingly slow.

"Can you."

He grabbed your face and shoved in you making you jump from shock. Then suddenly, pulled out, it left you feeling empty, he belongs in you and you belong to him, that's how he thought of it.

"I'll go how I want." He growled, using the gun to threaten you to submission. "You up for something." He chuckled like you had the chance to voice your opinion.

He took his gun and dragged it from the top of your neck to the bottom of your back. Felt like sparks had gone off on the surface of your skin. He played with the skin where the gun once was, while you waiting in fear if the gun was loaded. What if it slipped and he shot you accidentally. You hated seeing guns it was shocking the power you have when you hold one. Anyone's life gone with just a push of a trigger.

"Tell me. Do you like it when I'm rough with you?" He then placed the gun to the side of you so he could play with the heat Inbetween your legs. You moaned in response.

"Okay I won't use the gun. I know it'll make you scared. Are you ready for me?" He whispered near your ear.

"mmm"

"Use your words." He said softly.

"Please."

"Good girl." He thrusted into you, and started moving. The heat inside you only grew to him. and he placed both hands on the small of your waist. Guiding you onto him while he abused your hole from the back.

"You're so fucking ready for me." He took both hands off of you and laughed loudly.

"Hey sweets. Heh. Look no hands" he just brought something out of you. Your wetness combined with him always made such filthy music. You moaned loudly and he took pride in making you feel like that.

The pleasure made you see stars. You were close, but not airheaded enough to forget the presence of a gun laying next to you. You quickly grabbed it and pointed it to the floor.

"Is that chunk of metal more. Interesting. Than. Me." He said with a thrust coupled with it. You bared your throat and accidentally dropped the gun. Nothing happened, but it was safer than it being near you.

You were so close, but you couldn't cum he'd just get angry if you did.

"Dazai please."

"Please what?"

"Let me cum" You barely got out.

"Oh are you following instructions for the first time?" He teased

"FUCK YOU." You managed to get out before you exploded with ecstasy.

"Sure." He thrusted in for the finale time, and thank everything you were holding onto the coach otherwise you would have fallen off. He rode out your orgasm and then never came.

"Hey." You gasped out. You'd feel bad if only you came, he basically did everything.

"Shhh it's okay today is about you."

You slowly came down from your high, panting and sweating like crazy. He lifted you up bridal style while tiredness hit you like a brick. He brought you to his bed and took out a pack of tissues, which he used to clean you up.

All while your eye lids were threatening to close.

"It's okay sweets. You can sleep."

He allowed you to get comfortable before joining you to cuddle from behind. He was a warm blanket you'd never get tired of. You fully relaxed before dreaming of a bitter sweet end him out of the mafia and you by his side.

But it wasn't like that.

It could never be so easy.

And when you woke up in the morning, a pile of clothes on the night stand and dazai gone. You texted a quick thank you and left to go home.

Hours.

Days.

Weeks.

Months.

Years?

He never replied. Disappeared off the face of the earth, just like your parents.

ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 ℙ𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕣. 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕. 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕪 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.

𝕰𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖔𝖚𝖙

[iamthecomet]

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This came to me in a dream, I think, and I need to share:

Cumulus teaching trans Dew how to peg Swiss for the first time. Does she lead by example? Fuck him first so Dew gets her sloppy seconds? Or does she just instruct, guide? Does she get her hands on Dew's little hips and move him inside Swiss? Showing him just what he likes?

THE CHOICE IS YOURS AND I TRUST YOU IMPLICITLY

ILU ♡

MIASMA ILU. I'M KISSING YOU FOR THIS. I need you to know that I have barely thought about anything else since you sent this ask. It's ruining my life. 1.4k of trans Dew pegging Swiss under Cumulus' watchful eye. Cunt and clit used in reference to Dew's anatomy.

The dildo is pretty. Deep shimmery purple marbled with gold. It’s so soft under Dew’s fingers when he presses them over the molded head, over the space beneath.

Cumulus hooks her chin over his shoulder and watches him touch it. It juts out from Dew’s body, held on by the harness looped around his waist, his thighs. He strokes it the way he would if it was really his and Cumulus purrs behind him. Her cool body rumbling against his back. She’s the only one of them still dressed. Wearing tight shorts, and a sheer robe. No bra. Dew can feel the cool press of her nipple shields against his shoulder blades. They’re bronze this time, heart shaped.

Dew wants to put his mouth on them—but that isn’t why they’re here. The reason they’re here is spread out in front of Dew. Swiss, on his back, naked as the day he was summoned. Miles of dark charcoal skin open to Dew’s wandering eyes. Swiss grins up at him, a little heavy lidded already. Cock hard and leaking against his belly. Eyes darting down to the silicone between Dew’s legs.

Dew’s stomach flips. A flash of anxiety. He wants to do this maybe more than he’s ever wanted anything. But Dew’s always a little resistant to new tasks, worried—foolishly—that he’ll be bad at it.

“Tell him you want it,” Cumulus whispers, her breath cool against Dew’s shoulder. Swiss swallows, drags his eyes back up to Dew’s face.

“Want your cock, firefly. Please.”

Dew feels weak already. Knees a little wobbly. He’s warm, sweat already pricking at his temples in anticipation of this. Swiss’ words make it all worse. They feel like a gut punch. He feels himself get wetter. It’s like being a water ghoul again. He’ll be dripping down his thighs in no time.

He grips the silicone cock at the base like he’s trying to stave off his own pleasure.

They’ve already prepped Swiss. Taking their time with it, Cumulus sliding two of her fingers in alongside Dew’s just to watch the way Swiss’ eyes rolled back.

Look how much he likes it. She’d said to him. Imagine how he’ll be when he’s stuffed full.

Dew knows how he gets when he’s full. Has sat in this room before and watched it happen. Cumulus behind Swiss, her hands on his hips while she fucked him with this same strap. Swiss’ face buried in Dew’s cunt. Keening with his tongue pressed to Dew’s clit.

Swiss pulls his legs back a little further and Dew watches as his hole winks for him, clenching around nothing as Swiss adjusts. Cumulus reaches around Dew, lube in one hand. She uncaps it, pours a healthy amount onto the silicone and strokes it from root to tip. Polishing the head. Dew can’t look away from how her manicured fingers look wrapped around him. He shudders, blushing when he finally has the presence of mind to be embarrassed about how far gone he is.

Cumulus presses her lips to his jaw. She nudges Dew forward and presses the fat head of the toy against Swiss’ rim.   She grabs both of Dew’s hips and pushes him forward. Dew watches as inch by inch that purple silicone disappears into Swiss’ body. His hole stretching around it. Swallowing it. Swiss groans. He tips his head back against the bed. Dew watches his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. Swiss’ mouth drops open as Dew bottoms out. Hips pressed flush against Swiss’.

Cumulus reaches around cup one of Dew’s tits. Small, barely a handful for her petite hands. She rolls his nipple between her fingers, tugs on the ring through it, and he gasps bowing forward, teeth digging into his lip. Swiss reaches for him, putting a warm palm on Dew’s stomach. Fingers digging in a little, a tiny dose of pain to bring him back to earth.

“Move,” he pleads.

Dew finds himself frozen. Between the way Cumulus is rolling his nipple between her fingers, and the visual, he can’t get his brain to respond. He wants to move. Wants to fuck Swiss so good he’s the one Swiss will come to when he wants this. That Swiss will beg him for it.

Cumulus nuzzles her face against the side of Dew’s neck, and finally takes mercy on him. Dragging her hands down his sides to squeeze at his hips. She pulls him back.

Dew watches as the strap reappears. Watches the way Swiss’ body clings to it, tries to suck it back in. Swiss groans, fists one hand over his weeping cock and the other in his hair.

“Look how greedy that hole is,” Cumulus purrs in Dew’s ear. “Look how hungry he is for you.”

Dew whines, a low feminine sound that he tries to swallow.

Cumulus only has to direct him for a few more thrusts, her fingers dimpling into his hips as she pushes and pulls him. Swiss arches off the bed, and Dew pulls out of Cumulus’ grip. Snapping his hips forward the way Swiss does when he fucks Dew. It makes Swiss keen.

He loses himself in the rhythm he sets. Swiss grinds down on his cock and Cumulus keeps a steady hand on his hip. He watches Swiss’ face, his body. Watches his stomach muscles jump with each thrust. Listens to the harsh huffs of breath Dew knocks out of him. Dew reaches down and puts his hand on Swiss’ belly, presses down.

Feels the slight bulge of his cock dragging against Swiss’ insides. He’s going insane. He’s doing this. He’s making Swiss moan like this. He’s responsible for the desperate pleasure twisting Swiss’ features.

Cumulus smooths one hand down Dew’s thigh. “You’re doing so good. Isn’t he Swiss?”

Swiss is flushed, his cheeks violet, eyes unfocused. He nods. “Y-yeah. Fuck, Dew. So good. Just like that.”

As if Dew would do anything different. As if he can stop himself.

Swiss pulls at himself, dragging spurts of precum from his cock with each measured stroke.

Cumulus backs off a little, makes room. And then her hand sneaks between Dew’s thighs, presses up. Through the slick gathered on them. She drags the pads of her fingers over his clit and he bucks, driving into Swiss harder than he means to. But Swiss only moans louder. Dew watches his fingers flex as he twists over the head of his cock. Fingers shiny with pre.

Cumulus presses two fingers into Dew’s cunt, pressing her thumb down hard on his clit as she curls her fingers. Dew wails. He searches for something to hold on to—finding only Swiss’ thighs. He drives himself deep, hard. Swiss’ thighs shake under his palms.

He’s babbling. Begging. He doesn’t even know what he saying. He feels the words on his tongue, hears them in a voice that doesn’t quite sound like his. Cumulus is guiding his thrusts again—he can’t focus on anything except her fingers against his g-spot, and the way Swiss moves against him.

Swiss cums with a shout. Dew watches his rim pulse around the purple cock. Puffy and slick, twitching in time with each spurt of cum across his chest.

Swiss drags his fingers through the mess and reaches up, shoving two of them into Dew’s mouth and he’s gone. Cumming so hard his vision darkens. Knees buckling as he leans his weight back on Cumulus and shudders through his orgasm. When he comes back, Swiss fingers are still in his mouth, petting over his tongue, but they’ve moved. He’s on his back, Swiss on one side, Cumulus on the other. One of her hands running up and down his skinny thigh. The strap is gone. He wonders how much time he lost. “Welcome back.” Swiss grins at him, pulls his fingers from Dew’s mouth and wipes the spit off on his nipple, swirling over the piercing and making Dew hiss. He bats Swiss’ hand away.

“How do you feel, firefly?” Cumulus asks into his hair.

“Good,” he mumbles. Closing his eyes and leaning back against her. Swiss reaches between Dew’s legs and drags his fingers through the slick mess on Dew’s thighs, unable to keep his hands to himself. Dew wants, as usual, to push his face into the mattress and fuck him until he cries. It’s how he usually feels about Swiss, a primal need to put him in his place. He can now, he realizes. Possibility opens up before him—he feels better than good. He grins. “When can I do it again?”

[lal-ffxiv]

Prompt #11: Surrogate

The evening was warm on the Rhotano Sea. M'arianni and Foggy were sitting on deck sharing a bottle of spirits, watching the lights of Liminsa Lomisa come on as Lucien fished off the bow of the ship. A good domestic scene.

"He doesn't look much like you. Except in the eyes. The physical differences between Seekers and Keepers are misconceptions or sterotypes, I know, but does he look like his mother-father more?"

M'arianni snorted, but followed Foggy's observation of Lucien. As it often felt when she looked at him, her heart stung with regret. He did have similarites to Epohkan, but when he hummed, as Lucien was doing now, she could only see Luc's reflection in him. M'arianni briefly wondered about the other one, if they shared any qualitiies in apperance or habit with the trio that had been.

"Not much, nor the the other parent."

"It drives me mad when you say that without elaboration. Your mysteriois relationship with these past live lovers." Foggy took a deep drink from the bottle with shake of head. "If he looked more like you, it would much better for business. Customers feel such pity for single mothers."

"I'm not his mother. He has a mother. He is just my responbility until his parents come for him."

"You are a mother nonetheless. Otherwise we would be feching a pretty price for his head."

M'arianni didn't grab the bottle from his hand this time, but Foggy's wrist. Her nails like claws dug into soft flesh until he cried out. M'arianni caught the bottle in her free hand. Then twisted the wrist in her grip slightly.

"If anything happens to him, and I have even a hint of your invovlement, I will have you at bottom of the briny before you know it and I'll keep the boat."

M'arianni released Foggy's wrist. There isn't an open wound since it only a warning. Foggy was sure the red marks from her finfernails would grow into a burise though.

However, any further argument or discussion was halted by the beam of light that hit the deck. Lucien scurried to M'arianni's side on cue.

"Are you civilians?"

"Yes sir. Just the miss, the child and myself." Foggy put his hand to the back of M'arianni's waist.

The officer nodded at them. "Clear off from this area while we search it for suspcious activity."

"Oh anything we need to be worried about." M'arianni used the action of pulling Lucian closer to push away from Foggy's hand.

"Searching for a burglar. If you put into port, you will be safe."

"We will be reporting anything we see to the tower." M'arianni promised to officer as his boat was rowed away.

Once vinicity was cleared a wet sack was throw onto the deck from the sea.

Lucien went to look over the gunwale to see a head bobbing in the water.

"Pull me up already. The water is freezing." The man shouted.

"I'm checking the goods frist." M'arianni shouted back as Foggy inspected the contents.

"Plates and prisms in perfect condition."

M'arianni tossed a rope latter to allow the burglar onto the boat. "Stay below deck. And warm yourself up with this." M'arianni handled him the bottle of spirits to Foggy's protest.

"We will split the profits once you have glamoured the items. For now lets get the hells away from here before that officer circles back."

"What's my split?" Lucien asked as he played his role to perfection.

"Hah! I've taught how to read, write and arithemtic on the level of arcanist. You owe me a debt if anything! Now I'm gonna teach you how get this sail up. Grab that..." As Foggy continued to instruct, M'arianni watched.

Once again looking with her whole heart at the young miqo'te boy. Heartache rang out to her, and she felt the responbility of his life over her head that she never wanted for herself. No love could grown from that soil, so he would never be anything to her. However, much like the choice of having Lucien in her life, she could not stop him from seeing her as someone else. Surrogate nonetheless indeed.