#so soft so bitable

[femmefruit]

wanna have a sleepover? 🧡

[wikileaks]

idk if this is gonna work but titty pic under the cut cause i look really fucking good rn

[hormoneeroticism]

I have yet to find a part of your body I'm not obsessed with

[kentucky-fried-foreskin]

@lynxgirlboobs

Reblog to BITE prev

[paulyenvol6]

Look What You Made Me Do

Joel x female reader (No Outbreak AU)

All Joel wants is to get you home quickly, but he wasn't prepared for the tiny skirt you had picked out this morning. Together with your teasing, he finds he has no choice, but to pull off the road and make you see what happens when you push him too far.

Contains: smut, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, degradation, objectification, dumbification, doggy, riding, mean!Joel, brat taming, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, car/public sex, spanking, dirty talk, possessive & jealous behavior, crying, gagging, use of words like whore and slut, slight aftercare

Wordcount: 6,171

Masterlist

Joel couldn't believe his eyes.

"Jesus, honey."

He dropped his head, slightly shaking it while taking a deep breath and praying that he wouldn't lose it.

"What?" you asked sweetly, your smile almost detectable in your tinkling voice. Joel's grip around the steering wheel tightened as he lifted his head with a sigh and took in your whole appearance. The scandalously short tennis skirt, the white top that did a poor job of hiding your perky nipples and the pink bow in your hair.

"You were out lookin' like that?" Joel furrowed his brow and shamlessly ran his gaze down your barely covered body.

"Yeah. Anything wrong with it? Is my hair ruined? Is the bow still in there?"

Your voice was dripping with acted innocence which drove Joel insane. He knew that you were aware of what you were doing, the effects of your appearance on men clearly visible to everyone who had two functioning eyes.

"Fuckin' christ, baby…," Joel growled, but started the car.

He was furious and wanted to reclaim what was his, but if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to do so by fucking your brains out. What was he to do with you sitting beside him like that? A little thumb at your lips, your legs crossed and the hem of your skirt fluttering in the wind, gradually revealing more of the soft skin of your thighs. And then there were your breasts that were showing so well underneath your tight top, putting on display curves that were only meant for his eyes.

"You don't like my outfit?" you whispered after a while and Joel silently cursed as he thought about how many more miles they had to go before he could toss you onto the bed and fuck you until all you could think about was his cock instead of coming up with new outfits you could go out with and turn heads with.

"I like it. I like it so much that I don't want anyone else to see you in it," Joel said coolly and through gritted teeth. You clearly didn't think of the situation as that serious because you just grinned and playfully ran a hand down your front.

"Ohhh Joel. That's so sweet of you. You know that I like when you get all angry and possessive," you breathed, leaning toward him and pressing a kiss right next to his ear.

"You're not gonna like it when I'm fuckin' done with ya. Now sit back down."

You giggled, but obeyed his order, sinking back onto your butt, but your body still vibrating with laughter while you looked outside. And he could have sworn that your skirt was pushed even higher up your legs. His eyes reflexively darted to you every now and then, his heart pounding so loudly that he could feel and hear it in every part of his body and his back sweaty and so hot, it was almost unbearable. He had to do something and although the car was getting closer to his house with every passing second, the longer he drove, the less capable he felt of lasting the way home. And you weren't exactly making it better. 

"Maybe I wore it for you, daddy," you sulked and arched against the backrest, your breasts standing out so deliciously. So bitable. You watched his profile, observing every twitch of his brow, every flinch of his lids and every grind of his teeth with great satisfaction. Part of you wanted nothing more than for Joel to lose it, take the next drive out and fuck you right here and right now, no matter where the road would take you. And you had a feeling you were close to achieving your goal; you just had to push him a little further.

"Stop," Joel hissed through his clenched jaw, his knuckles painfully white from the amount of force with which he held on to the wheel. It was his only way to ground himself because apart from that he was completely at your mercy, his ears with no choice but to listen to each of your sweet words and his mind too weak to stop the occasional glances in your direction.

"What?" you asked all guiltlessly and unknowingly although the glint in your eyes was more than telling. Slowly, and without taking your eyes off him, you glided a hand between your legs and bit down on your bottom lip, sighing in relief as two of your fingers came in contact with your clothed pussy.

"Jesus FUCKIN' Christ, baby, I have to concentrate right now," Joel shouted, panic clouding his mind and his heart racing even faster, but perhaps the main reasons for his reactions were your mindless and irresponsible actions. He wanted to wipe away the sweat drooling on his forehead, but he feared to let go off the steering wheel and risk causing an accident because his body was so tense and felt like it was on fire. His hands clutching to it was the only thing calming him and keeping him from devouring you like a wild animal.

"But she's aching for you, daddy…," you moaned, carefully starting to roll your hips in accordance to the movements of your hands and rejoicing when Joel glared at you from the corner of his eyes.

"She needs you so bad… She's been droolin' for you all day. Just take a look under my skirt, it's so so wet, daddy. And it's all for you."

Your voice was so quiet and airy, Joel's teeth sank down on his lower lip to supress a groan. He needed you. And he needed you now. He needed you in every way known to mankind and if he didn't do anything about it soon, he was sure he would either burst in his jeans or cause an accident by being hypnotized and mesmerized by you and stopping to look at the traffic.

"Can I touch her?" you asked, no, whined and by the looks of it, pressed the palm of your hand against your clit, creating some stimulation, but not enough to properly please yourself.

"No!" Joel barked, shifting his hips slightly because his pants were uncomfortably tight around his hard dick which was only distracting him further from the traffic.

"You keep those hands to yourself now until we're home. And I swear to god, babygirl… I'm not gonna go easy on you. Walkin' around in this goddamn short skirt and tryin' to distract me all the fuckin' time. I want you to shut up now, fold your hands in your lap like a good girl and keep still until I've parked this fuckin' car."

He really hoped that his words and the dominance in his voice might have an impact on you, but he seemed to be wrong. For a moment it worked and Joel was almost about to exhale without even having noticed that he had held his breath in tension, when you spoke up again, a mischievous grin on your lips that Joel wasn't able to see.

"I could give you a hand, daddy, you know? It hurts me to see you feeling so uncomfortable. He probably just needs my hand stroking up and down and then you'll feel much better. I can see how painful it must be… Just wanna be good for you."

Joel grinded his teeth in frustration and then suddenly turned the steering wheel around, making you gasp in surprise. With newfound determination, born of a flash of inspiration, he took the next gateway and drove the car onto the highway, heading wherever it might lead.

"What are you doin', Joel?" you asked with big eyes. While you had fantasised about him taking you in the car out in the nowhere, you hadn't expected him to actually do it.

"Shut up," Joel snapped, pinching his eyes as he stared ahead of himself in concentration.

There was a crossroad and without really knowing why, he chose to turn right where the forest seemed to become denser. And it was true, a couple of miles later the two of you found yourselves on a rarely travelled country road leading in serpentines through the thick forest. The small path to your right was more than convenient and so, driven by pure and throbbing lust, Joel chose to turn the indicator to the right and drove the car into the forest. By now, you were aware that speaking was unnecessary so you settled with smirking to yourself and listenening to your own racing heartbeat.

After one or two more minutes all you could see around you were tall fir trees, through which the sun rays could just reach and create mystical patterns across the thicket. That's where Joel stopped the car. He turned the keys, sighed deeply and then reached to cup your face and pull you flush against him. His lips began to devour your mouth, forcefully pushing against you and using his hands to turn and tilt you the way he wanted you. He tasted of coffee and mint, his lips a little dry - probably from the way he had sucked and bit down on them the past minutes - but god he had never felt better.

Joel's tongue carefully – at least in contrast to the rest of his actions – brushed over your lips, demanding entrance and you were pleased to grant him access to your mouth. Everything was heated, the air in the car already too thin and stuffy, but right now neither of you could bring yourself to pull back and open a window or a door. You couldn't, even if you wanted to try.

A large calloused hand that didn't allow any doubts was firm on your cheek, holding you in place just like it was feeling the softness and heat your face radiated. His left hand was no less bold, making its way down to explore more of your body, which frankly wasn't very well covered anyway. He groped your breasts, roughly kneading the flesh and squeezing it every now and then to elicit a soft whimper from you. Soon, the piece of clothing was pulled over your head and carelessly landed to your feet where you curled your toes into the fabric and trembled as Joel twisted a stiff nipple between two fingers.

"You're so fuckin' dirty, aren't ya? Did all of this just to drive me insane…," Joel murmured against your lips, softly picking at your bottom lip. His beard stubble grazed your upper lip, thrilling you with tingles and scratches.

"Please, Joel… Need to feel you. On my pussy, please…"

"Yeah? Not so cocky now, are ya, babygirl?" he commented with a scoff and slid a hand around your waist to pull you closer although the car seats were a restriction, causing him to growl in dissatisfaction.

"Fuckin' hell…," Joel cussed and then suddenly brought a hand under your skirt and cupped your pussy without a warning. You yelped against his lips, jolting backward, but Joel's hand under your chin kept you right where he wanted you, his fingers delicately, yet warningly brushing over your skin.

"Stupid 'lil girl… You don't know what situation you just brought yourself in."

He withdrew, watching your face from a small distance as he began palming your clothed center and it was more than satisfying to finally have him touch you, but he was yet to fight off the smoldering, coiling heat around your clit.

"Joel," you murmurated, your hands grasping his face as if anything could settle his swirling mind right now, but even your pretty doe eyes didn't move anything in him.

He was controlled by his dick and his dick wanted to wreck you.

The air between you crackled as if a small fire had combusted far away, the air torrid and incandescent and so full of animalistic lust, that you felt like you were about to do things that were out of your reach. And his palm felt so… heavy and firm against your core, yet so vague and unsure in what he was doing, but of course you knew it was all a mask. Joel would have been able to make you cum within minutes, especially with you being in a state like that. He was choosing not to. He was choosing to make you suffer and you knew that you deserved it.

Reflexively, you began rolling your hips against his palm, part of you hoping that he would give you that freedom, but you should have known better. Joel's hand around your chin travelled dowards to gently squeeze your throat once, then twice before using it as leverage as he leaned in to bite the skin of your jaw.

"No. And you better not test me."

"Joel," you pressed, your eyes pinching shut and your chest heaving under the air restriction. He carefully, as if to tease you, moved his flat hand, rubbing the base of his palm against your stiff clit, but it only elicited a painful wail from you. Everything was too slow, too vague and too soft and you needed to let him know.

"Please. Please, daddy." Joel's hand suddenly snatched your throat tightly, causing you to cry out, and then nudged his nose against your temple.

"Oh yeah? I'm daddy now? You're all needy 'n' whiny 'n' need me to take care of ya so you call for your daddy? S'not how this works, sugar."

You clasped your hand around his, pulling and scratching while you gasped for air, but Joel was deliberate and unwavering as he held you firmly, pushing your boundaries and making you suffer until he loosened his grip when he saw your eyes rolling back. You whimpered, your eyes fluttering close when he pressed his palm against your core more firmly and then started to rub. It was still slow, but the movements were more powerful and with much more force so you considered it progess. Joel's right hand that had previously been around your throat wandered to the back of your head, ensnaring his fingers in your hair and gently, yet unambiguously yanking you back.

"I don't think you deserve this, babygirl… Don't think you deserve to have your pussy treated this well. Tell me. Tell me why I should go on instead of leaving you drippin' for me."

You moved your hands to his in panic, gripping his wrist while giving him your biggest deer eyes.

"N-No... I need it."

The slap came unexpected and you squealed although it hadn't been very forceful.

"Tell me why I should give it to ya. You show up 'ere dressed like a fuckin' whore that looks like she'd spread 'er legs for any creature with a dick and then you won't stop bothering me on our way back home even though I told you a hundred fuckin' times to shut your mouth. You haven't been good. You've behaved like a ungrateful bitch."

Tears pooled in your eyes, the realisation of your mistakes clear to you all of a sudden.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, daddy. I – I… I only wanna be good for you. And I thought you'd like my outfit. Thought you liked seeing my l-legs."

Your voice broke at the last syllable, his palm flush against your throbbing clit provoking you to let out a low whine which was rumbling in your chest. His calloused skin felt so good against your bundle of nerves, you wanted to scream, but at the same time you wanted to beg him to give you more.

When he withdrew, you jerked forward, controlled by a desperate need to cage his hand between your legs, but of course you didn't stand a chance. Joel just laughed at your attempts and then reached behind your head to form a makeshift ponytail while you were still regretting the loss of contact. He tilted your head, forcing you to look in his eyes and then jutted his jaw forward, his tongue darting out to lick over his lower lip.

"Show me what you got. You say you're sorry so you're gonna prove it. Show daddy how sorry you are and if you're good I'll think about fucking this pussy."

The clinging of his belt made you drop your gaze to where he singlehandedly unbuckled it along with his jeans. He had you tight in his grip while shoving down his jeans and then taking his dick out of his boxers.

"See that, babygirl? He's aching for ya. And you're gonna make it better 'cause you're the goddamn reason for this mess. Gonna lick it all up and treat him like you wanna tell him how much you regret your mistake. Have I made myself clear?"

Joel tugged at your ponytail, shaking you slightly to remind you to answer him and then grinded his teeth at your round eyes that seemed to be in awe of his leaking member.

"Yes, daddy," you whispered, but were looking down again.

"Go on then. C'mon, ain't got all day."

You adjusted your position in the passenger seat, moving your legs up so that you could kneel on the seat cushion. Then, you lowered your head to his center, all while Joel guided you with his hand. He hummed to himself watching your hand reach for his base and then exhaled sharply when your tongue that was peeping out of your mouth came in contact with his tip.

"Jesus, don't get all shy on me now," Joel barked, his left hand that wasn't in your hair reaching over your body to deliver a smack to your butt. "You know you want it. You know you wanna make a mess all over it 'cause you know it's gonna please daddy."

A wet sound gushed from where his tip was nudged against your lips and then you parted your lips at once, letting him glide down your throat in one go, the sensation so overwhelming that he painfully pulled at the roots of your hair.

"Shit, yeah… That's it."

Joel kept you in this position for a while, his hand leaving you no space to pull back despite your squirming and his dick tapping against the hilt of your throat. Only when you gagged did he let go and relaxed his hand so you could draw back to catch your breath. You inhaled greedily, darting up to him under your lashes and whimpering when you felt pressure on your scalp again.

"You go right back to work, babygirl… Ain't gonna let ya go until I'm satisfied. You wanted this, teasin' me all the way and now you're gonna take it. I'm gonna give ya what you wanted, you just wait…"

He moaned, his dick embraced by your tight walls again and started to make you bob your head around his length. He didn't go as deep as previously, but the brutal pace he set was enough to make you drool and gag, your eyes squeezed shut to prevent yourself from tearing up. You couldn't give him that satisfaction. Not after the way you had behaved earlier. Joel obviously knew how easily he was able to turn you into a needy puppet just by saying a few rough phrases to you or by making you choke on his dick for a little while, but crying and weeping around him now after such little time would definitely be one too much.

With the little freedom you had – your hand at his base pumping him and occasionally playing with his balls – you brought him further stimulation, but Joel took from your mouth what he wanted. Your tongue barely had time to trail up and down his shaft as he fucked your throat, your main focus being not to throw up all over his dick and covering your teeth with your lips. Nonetheless, your tongue sliding and drawing patterns across his length caused him to curse from time to time and your pussy sensuously clenched around nothing each time. At some point, and you hadn't even noticed his free hand traveling down your back, he kneaded the flesh of your ass, jiggling it in his palm and then actually slipped it between your legs again, pulling your tiny panties to the side. You rejoiced, a muffled yelp spilling from your mouth and your hips buckling, which made Joel scoff in arrogance.

"Keep your mouth right there. Don't ya fuckin' move or I swear to god I'll stop."

He went around your clit in tight and precise circles, making you wonder how he managed to maintain such a clear head while you were down here struggling to remember how to breathe. But perhaps it was just Joel's fingers knowing every inch of your body so well that he knew exactly where to rub, how much pressure to apply and when to flick your clit to the side. He had you soaked and slick for him in a matter of minutes and Joel noticed it himself when he eased his thumb into your hole, lowly grunting and pushing your head down to have his dick buried deep inside of you for a moment before freeing you again and returning to his steady pace.

"I bet you've been this wet since you stepped into my car. Bet you wore that to distract me and hoped I'd fuck you in that car. Let's see if you're gonna get that… Need to try harder to get my dick in your pussy, babygirl. And I think daddy isn't quite aware yet of how sorry you truly are."

Part of you knew that Joel was playing tricks on you. You simply didn't buy that he would actually neglect your pussy, one of his favorite places in the world just because you happened to act like a brat today. He was turned on and horny so ignoring your pussy would surely be a punishment for him too. Still, another much more desperate and frustrated part, told you not to test it and rather do as he told before you actually ended up sitting in the passenger seat with your drenched panties, your clit throbbing, swollen and craving a release while Joel drove the two of you home – Joel all satisfied of course. And if that were to happen, it would be the biggest catastrophe you could think of.

Therefore, you tried even harder with the freedom he granted you. You swirled your tongue around his magnificent length, grazing his veins like you meant to worship and memorise every single one and doing your best not to fight back too hard when he pressed your face down his manhood.

"Jesus christ… That's it… take it."

Meanwhile, Joel wasn't ungracious either. He was stilll playing with your pussy, rubbing and tapping against your clit in a way that made it hard for you to properly focus on pleasing him from time to time. Your movements became sloppier, your concentration fading, but it seemed as though Joel had no problems reminding you, pressing a hand on the back of your head to force himself down your throat.

Drool was smeared all over the lower half of your face, mixed with a few tears that had made their way down your cheeks and of course his precum that you hadn't been able to swallow entirely. It was messy and obscene – and so were the sounds that the two of you were producing on each other's bodies – but who cared out here in the woods with no one around?

When Joel finally released your head you were almost feeling disappointed. Not because he had made it particularly easy for you, triggering your gag reflexes and pushing you to the limits the past minutes, but because his hand between your legs came to a stop as well. You let out a noise of disapproval, darting up to him while shifting your hips in search of him, but Joel showed no reaction.

"Backseat," was all he ordered you to do, opening the driver's door to enter the car in the back while you climbed between the seats in the front. An electric wave went through your body at the sight of him, his jaw tight and his teeth grinded, his whole body tense like he was restraining himself, which drove you wild. You must be a view too with your face all messy and dirty, but Joel still limited himself to the bare minimum. Manhandling you the way he wanted you. Giving you short commands.

"Take your panties off," he barked, opening the buttons of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders while you were pulling down your drenched panties with trembling hands. When you looked at your boyfriend again, he was comfortably sitting in the backseat, his hands on the seat on either side of his hips and his legs slightly spread. His eyes were flashing as he patted his thigh, chewing on the inside of his cheek which made his neck flex so deliciously.

"Go on. Fast."

The limited space in the car slowed you down when you crawled onto Joel's lap, but in the end you managed to find a steady position, your legs straddling his thighs and your arms around his neck.

"You know what to do, dirty slut," Joel hissed, his expression still cold even as he was looking into your best puppy eyes. A slapping sound echoed against the car walls as his hand came down on your ass and you jerked forward.

"Come on. You better ride me well or I'll pin ya down on the ground outside and fuck you 'til the animals know my name."

Although the prospects of his words weren't too bad either you really didn't want to be introduced to the muddy forest soil so you gave him a nod, meeting his gaze while you grabbed his hard dick and glided it through your folds. You wanted to be good, work precisely and sensually, but in response Joel took hold of your hair and tugged it back, his teeth sinking into your skin at your jaw.

"I ain't got all fuckin' day, babygirl. You're gonna get to work right now."

You whimpered at the sting on your scalp, writhing in his grip, but managed to bring his tip to your dripping entrance where you circled it once, then twice before inserting it in your pussy. Joel and you groaned in unison, your fingers clutching the locks in the back of his head and your thigh shaking dangerously as you sank down on him.

"Jesus fuckin'…"

You considered the fact that he wasn't able to finish the sentence a good sign and it motivated you further to be so good, he would lose his mind. You took your time while allowing him to fill you, but didn't go too slowly either. In your mind it was the perfect mixture between tasting and savouring every moment and giving him enough so when he was inside of you to the hilt, you proudly grinned to yourself.

The smile was knocked off your face when Joel buried his fingers in your ass and gave your cheeks a firm squeeze.

"Stupid doll. Stupid fuckin' doll who's always tryin' to please me so desperately but can't ever make it right. Always have to guide you an' tell you what to do 'cause you're too fuckin' dumb to come up with it yourself."

He wrapped a hand around your neck, palming your throat while slowly rolling his hips underneath you.

"I thought after 2 years of dating I turned you into a good 'lil sex toy. Taught you how to be good for daddy. But look at this. Look at you puttin' in such a great effort but messin' it up every goddamn time. S'fuckin' pathetic."

You squealed and whimpered, your hands grasping his broad shoulders while he fucked into you from underneath without giving you time to adjust to his thick length.

"Now now…," he commented on the way your nails scratched his skin, kneading the side of your ass that jiggled every time Joel thrust up into you.

"Please. Please, Joel," you pressed, your voice airy and thin, not knowing what you were asking for.

"Shut up," he instantly growled, cutting off your air supply further and laughing at your pathetic little gasps. You were struggling to keep yourself up, your legs burning and your torso threatening to hunch over so you grabbed his bicep in a desperate attempt to cling to something. Joel had obviously noticed the fact that your body was beginning to be too weak to support you, but he was yet to act upon it. He was just whispering dirty things in your ear, degrading you to a pitiful mess while making you bounce on his fat dick.

"Remember how you wanted this? You still do, huh? Do you regret beggin' me like a filthy whore just 'cause you couldn't wait for 20 fuckin' minutes? I would've fucked you nice 'n' slow, babygirl… Maybe tease you just a 'lil bit for wearin' that slutty skirt, but I would've given it to my princess. Would've laid you down on your back and prepare you with my tongue and then slowly feed you my dick. And then make the both of us come and maybe even lick up the mess between your legs afterwards… But now… Look at you. Look at you cryin' and beggin'. It could've gone differently. Could've make it beautiful and romantic and sweet. But you acted like a cheap slut and so I'm gonna treat you like a cheap slut."

With these words Joel suddenly draped an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulders, lifted you off his dick and flipped you onto your stomach. The rough fabric of the seats left an irritating burn on your bare skin, but before you could complain about it, Joel had pulled you up by your hips so you were forced to be on all fours. Your head was spinning, your dry mouth agape and your pussy already stimulated by Joel, who hadn't wasted a second to enter you again.

"Jesus fuckin' christ… Such a good tight hole for me to use… A shame that you're such a slut. We could have so much fun together if you stopped bein' a brat."

He hit your backside hard, the pain so sudden and sharp that you arched your back away from him.

"Joel!" you pressed, your head dropping forward to rest on your hands.

"I know. I know, babygirl. You're feelin' all bad and regretful for behaving that way and you wanna be good and please me, but for some reason you piss me off again and again. Never fuckin' learn."

His hands felt like iron around your hips, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin and his dick thrusting in you at a punishing pace. Your cervix felt numb under the assault, but a kind that was strangely arousing to you. Part of you feared to let Joel know how much you enjoyed all of this because it was supposed to be a punishment after all, but somehow it didn't feel like that to you. Sure, his treatment was bordering on pain from time to time, your throat still sore and definitely bruised from his thick dick and your pussy was beginning to sting as well, but the pleasure was taking up much more space than the discomfort. In fact, the pain only seemed to add to the intoxicating thrill of it all, but you were afraid that letting Joel know wouldn't play into his cards.

It wasn't like he didn't care about you at all though. Why else would he have glided his hands between your legs again and circled your clit with that much expertise? Your eyebrows drew together, your breath hitching in your throat and your stiff nipples desperately pulsing for any kind of stimulation. Everything was overwhelming, your body on the verge of collapsing and your senses overstimulated by Joel and his dominant presence. Not only could you feel him with every inch of your body, his words had also put you in some sort of mesmerizing trance. You were humming to yourself, tears in your eyes that weren't caused by pain this time, but mere lust and the craving to reach your orgasm.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," Joel hissed under breath, his hips rapidly snapping against yours and his thumb around your nub sloppy and messy, but so good.

"Y-Yes. Yes, Joel, please..."

The last word turned into a yelp, your eyes so small you could barely make out the car door right in front of your nose.

"Cum. C'mon, babygirl. Soak my dick. Wanna feel you clench around it. Make daddy proud, c'mon."

He slapped your left cheek, then your right before slipping an arm around your body to twist your nipple betwen his fingers.

"Fuck. Fuck, Joel – I – "

You stopped, stumbling over your own words and then your body tensed up. You buckled and arched your back as waves of shock washed over you, causing you to moan and whimper and in the end you collapsed as if all your energy had been drained. Lucky for you, Joel was there to catch you and held you in place while he was still chasing his own high. You were quietly whimpering, your heartbeat fast and unsteady, but when you heard a low growl rumbling in Joel's chest everything was forgotten. You could always sense when he was orgasming based on his noises, his husky voice and catching breath so distinct. Feeling him cum inside of you was one of your greatest pleasures in life and so you savoured every moment of his dick twitching inside you and painting your sore walls with white, sticky ropes of his seed.

"Joel," you whispered, a high-pitched squeak spilling from your mouth while your pussy clenched around his length in delight.

"I know, baby," he groaned, keeping a hand firm on your hips to make you stay in place.

Then the two of you were embraced by silence for a few minutes. You were breathing heavily, your bodies and faces sweaty and flushed with the aftermath of your heated encounter and the two of you yet too exhausted to change your positions. But finding that not only was it time for you to really go home now, but you were also in need of a shower, Joel eventually withdrew his flaccid member from you and shoved his underwear up.

"Jesus," he sighed, spanking your ass one last time before picking up your panties from the floor of the car and slipping your feet through the holes. You raised your knees to help him and then turned around on clumsy legs, your skirt falling into place again.

"Joel," you mumured, unable to articulate your needs, but he understood, reached for your waist and pulled you toward his chest.

"I know, baby. Did so good. Gonna get us home now, okay?"

You nudged your nose against his collarbone, shaking your head and holding on to him like life depended on it.

"No. Don't wanna let go."

His body vibrated with soft chuckles, his palm stroking over your still bare back.

"Ohh sweetheart… It's only 5 more minutes. Then we'll be home and we're gonna shower and then we'll cuddle on the couch. I'm gonna get you somethin' to eat 'n' to drink and then we're gonna spend the afternoon together. I promise."

He carefully took hold of your head, slowly raising it from his chest and then smiling at your big eyes that were sparkling with defiance.

"I promise, babygirl. Daddy's gonna hold you all afternoon and night if you want that. We can watch a movie and I'm gonna let ya choose which one. How does that sound?"

You bit down on your bottom lip, searching his face for any sign of untruth, but could only find soft brown deer eyes that were radiating adoration.

"Okay," you whispered, giving him a explorative smile and allowing him to pull your top over your body and guide you out of the car and to the passenger seat.

Joel held the door open for you, then leaned over to fasten your seatbelt before quietly slamming the door shut and entering the car from the other side. Once there, he connected his hand with your bare thigh and squeezed it gently.

"I love you, princess. Gimme a kiss."

You nodded, stretching your body toward him and pressing your lips on his.

"Good girl," Joel cooed, cupping your chin before adjusting in the driver's seat. The he gave you a wry grin.

"And if you're always so good, daddy never has to be so rough with you again."

Your lips twisted in a smile, your eyes glancing at his profile while he started the car.

If only he knew that this really wasn't in your interest.

[bitter-after-hours]

Something about squishy, soft, fat bodies tied up in rope is just so yummy. The rope just pressed into the skin. Ugh thighs and tummies look SO bitable like that. And having someone trust you so much to be that vulnerable for you?!?! Ugh so hot. Making them cum like that????? Fuck 🥵. Watching them struggle against the binds when it gets to be just a bit too much. A little overstimulation and a little body jiggle from the attempt to escape. Getting to tell them how good they were after I've had enough fun with them. Maybe we'll switch next round :)

Edit: this is a post about lesbian sex men DNI. FEEDERS/FEEDEES DNI

[meo-eiru]

Idk if this has been done before

But real

SO TRUE

I'm not looking at his lickable nipples or his bitable tits, his soft and bouncy booba

I'm just looking at his beautiful heart

[mother-na]

Yandere Fox! Gojo X Bunny! Reader X Yandere Fox! Geto

A One-Shot about a bunny reader being fed to a stubborn bonded fox pair, Gojo and Geto! But the two have their instincts and they aren’t permitted to stuff the womb of their own species… guess you’ll have to do!

Warnings: Animal-Human Hybrid AU, Dub-Con, Naive reader, Spit/Saliva, Olfactophilia, Breeding, Slight Misogyny(?), Geto Has A Prince Albert, Aftercare Mentioned, Stereotyping, Pet Names (Bunny, Little Bunny), Threesome, Gojo Wants To Taste Geto, Reader Is Very Horny Brained

The bonded pair, Gojo and Geto, were notorious within the animal sanctuary. The two, often the effort of Gojo, never seemed to get along well with the rest of their species.

Gojo got into fights when he felt his authority was threatened. And, rarely but worryingly, Geto too would cause trouble if he felt someone was abusing a system or power. Seemed odd, the two of them, but the sanctuary just had no choice!

So the two ended up in their own cozy little cage. It was large and spacious, open too so the air could get through.

It was perfect, the keepers believed, they’d finally satisfied the two foxes!

Or so they thought…

While the two foxes certainly had the capability to catch their own food, they just wouldnt!

The sanctuary, adhering to the laws of nature as closely as possible, would often feed the hybrids live food like mice and other small rodents, but the two never ate it!

They certainly chased the food around… they seemed to take sadistic joy in causing the poor things fear….

And yet!! They never ate them?!

The sanctuary owners were at a loss. If they wanted to keep the two fulfilled, they needed them to tap into their instincts!

By some miracle, you, a hybrid bunny, fell into their custody.

It was cruel, they know! But their two bonded foxes were going to become troublesome! They had no choice!

It’s not like they ever claimed to be a good sanctuary…

And so they did a very cruel thing.

Hybrids often didn’t wear clothes, so there you were. Naked and looking around curiously at your new home!

How nice, you thought! They’d given you such a lovely enclosure!

You wandered for a bit, your fluffy little tail wiggling back and forth happily. The large enclosure had lots of hiding spaces, it was very nice.

You looked into every log, crawled through every arch, climbed atop every rock and yet you still didn’t know you were being watched.

You had no idea how your little pussy looked between those plush thighs each time you bent, your tiny wagging tail an adorable addition.

You had no idea how nice your breasts looked, soft and bitable, to those who’ve not seen any bare in many years.

You had no idea how you had those two salivating, for better or for worse.

You had so little an idea that when you heard the two approaching, you were so startled you took off running.

The woods passed your sight quickly, your legs fast and agile to a certain degree.

You ran and ran, but the two didn’t seem to get any further from you. In fact, they seemed to get closer!

You ran so far, you’d became exhausted. You’d never had to run so far! You were a pet bunny after all! But the two foxes had great endurance.

In a last ditch effort, you dove into foliage, hiding within the greenery to the best of your ability.

You could hear the two prowl around, they didn’t even sound out of breath. Rather, they sounded invigorated.

“Come on out little rabbit, we aren’t going to hurt you.” A soothing voice spoke out scarily close to you.

How could you believe those two scary foxes? You’re a rabbit! And although you wouldn’t call yourself that small, in comparison to the big foxes, you were puny!

You hunched yourself over, your butt a little too big for the bushes as you fear for your life.

“Yeah, we got better plans for you. So stop with this silly game~.” Mischievous and sadistic, a second voice called from very close to you.

In reality, the two foxes knew exactly where you were. They could smell you and since they knew what they were looking for, the can see your adorable ass from beneath the bush. Your cunt vulnerable.

They wanted to coax you out of your own accord, but as you hadn’t yet moved, the two took action.

With an “oh well” kind of shrug and a uncharacteristically cocky smirk, Geto gave the go ahead for Gojo’s depravity with a head nod.

Gojo, like a stalking predator, got low on his knees and approached you in silence.

He got closer and closer…

Until he was able to tongue your bare pussy.

Your body responded for a moment, an arch snapping into your back before you tried to scramble away. The shudder that wracked your body made your escape attempt far too late.

Gojo dragged you out of your hiding spot, his warm hands firm on your ankles even as you fought.

Your attempts meant nothing, his grip unmoving, as Gojo seemed to take joy in dragging you against the dirt. He did not intend it to hurt you, but his instinct screamed like an over eager child with the way you panicked.

As Gojo crawled atop you, his hands pressing into you and his knees squeezed into your sides, Geto shook his head.

“Satoru, you’re scaring the poor thing. And you’ve got her all dirty..” Geto cooed, walking to your front as Gojo seemed to shuffle back to hover above your legs rather than your waist.

Geto extended a large calloused hand to you, a kind smile on his face.

“Don’t be afraid. We don’t intend to eat you. Let’s get you washed up.”

Geto gently and effortlessly scooped you into his arms as you quaked and cried into your hands.

You weren’t entirely convinced! They were so mean, chasing you like that!

But still… this man has such large arms, and he’s quite cozy…

The two wash you up in their small bathing area. The water wasn’t hot, but it was slightly heated so it wasn’t cold either.

Geto used his hands to gently splash water onto your sensitive skin. Long sensual strokes with his hand wiped the dirt free from your body.

Gojo washed you too. He was rougher, his body against your back as his slightly clawed finger tips gently scratched your scalp, working in what seemed to be a simple scentless soap. He used hands to tease and pinch your sensitive ears, even going as far as to blow in them.

And all the while this happens, the two kept firm hands on you.

They kept your upper arms gripped in one of their hands at all times. And if you dared to kick, you weren’t met with swift chastisement, but rather a gliding hand, the thumb stroking at your inner thigh. And a single sweet warning. Firm.

“No, dear bunny. Do not kick us. We are helping you, do you understand?” A slow spoken warning, spoken calmly with an entirely at ease smile. Sickeningly sweet and kind.

More or less, they had you fixed into place as the “cleaned” you. Refusing to allow you to move inch as their hands thoroughly cleaned you. Every crevice cleaned and exposed to the eyes of your predators.

Finally, when they were done, they dried you off well, paying special attention to your round little tail.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” Geto cooed into your ear as his back pressed into you, now guiding you to a new location.

It wasn’t long that Geto bringing you with his warm toned chest and invading hands brought you to a den.

As many things regarding Animal-Human hybrids, the den resembled an animals den all the while maintaining the comfort human’s often abide by.

It was large enough to lay across fully stretched and, while underground like a den, had a spacious opening accompanied by what looked like repurposed tree roots resembling stairs. Most dirt was packed down so it was clean and there was a secluded spot for sleeping. It looked homely, but you were nervous.

You planted your feet into the ground and began sinking to the ground, or trying to at least. You didn’t want to go in! If you could, you’d have grabbed the entryway in refusal!

As you slid down the bare and lightly damp front of Geto, his hands took ahold of your upper arms as you were close to falling on your butt, holding you up merely inches from the ground.

You looked up at him, your head bent back and pressed against Geto’s thighs, completely ignoring his growing erection that twitched against the back of your neck and face. Even though the bare flesh was hot, you paid no mind.

“That’s no good. We must keep moving forward, or else Satoru will get impatient.” Geto scolded tauntingly, Gojo’s giggle heard from within the den as he’d already entered.

Geto pulled you back up by your arms, leaving no room for protest as his thick arms moved you around effortlessly.

With one of his large hands, the other keeping you in place, Geto’s hand slipped over the small of your back and around your outer thigh, ignoring the way your butt seemed to gently push against his hand despite your fearful face, lifting you with one arm.

No longer being able to cling to the ground, you squirmed for a moment and glanced around and at the ground before, left with nothing else to cling to, wrapping your arms around Geto as much as you could.

Geto rubbed your back with the hand that wasnt holding you, praise falling from his lips. You quivered at the sound.

“There’s a good girl.”

With nothing keeping you from going within the den, Geto carried you in. Gojo, who was already comfy in their plethora of blankets, furs and pillow, seemed for a moment to have glowing eyes in the dark until your eyes adjusted.

“Satoru, you’re scaring her.” Geto seemed entertained.

“It’s not my fault she’s a scaredy bunny.”

Geto wrapped an arm around your torso as he lowered you, the hand once holding you making a point to cup your pussy as he lowered you.

Stubbornly, you refused to put your body weight on the ground, stretching your body and only letting the tips of your bent knees touch the ground. Conceding, Geto left you on your knees as he stood close behind you.

Geto was forced to release your upper body, but he kept firm and prepared for if you’d decide to fight. He held you captive, essentially, as Gojo crawled toward your body seductively.

Gojo licked his pink lips as he placed his hands on your knees, sliding up to your thighs and stroking your kneeling defenseless body. You fidgeted with your hands as you shook, getting a grasp of the situation.

“Relax~ little bunny. We just wanna stuff you a little. Shouldn’t be a problem for a rabbit, right?” Gojo whispered close to your face, his breath hitting your face and he used his tongue to lick small sensual stripes across your face.

A nervous reaction to Gojo’s wet carresses on your sensitive skin, you bent your head back, pressing your head against Geto’s crotch unknowingly.

Gojo traced his nails gently across your side, drawing a shiver from your form, as his hands made their way round your breasts.

Gojo’s initial squeeze was harsh but not painful, just surprising. But than he lowered his head, giving each nipple a generous lick, hot and wet.

You whimpered openly at Gojo’s tease. You could hear something of a giggle rise from his throat as he made his next move.

All the while Gojo teased your nipples, licking, biting, blowing air on the sensitive flesh, Geto was having a hard time containing himself.

Geto’s cock was so hard. When your head moved just enough, his cock finally popped out from behind your head, right above your face.

Geto’s cock laid partially against your shocked face, the base against your forehead. The tip was sticky too, incidentally having dripped onto your face.

It had a dizzying smell to it, you wanted to bury your face in it! You’ve no idea how to control your self.

“Geez Suguru~, does the sight of me tending to our sweet bunny’s nipples turn you on?” Gojo taunted, gently biting on your nipple.

“Look here, sweet bunny. Do you see this piercing? Do touch know what it means~?” Gojo asked, grabbing your chin to have your look more at Geto’s thick twitching cock.

Indeed, there was piercing! You were just entranced by the accessory. It was well taken care of, a clean entry and exit. It sat on the tip, a ring of silver nearly closed, barely enough for a finger to go in. You’d never seen such a thing.

“It means, beloved,” Gojo leaned into you, his lips less than inch from your ear as he speaks low, “That Suguru here is quite~ experienced in stuffing the wombs of fertile little bitches like yourself~.” Gojo moaned into your ear.

Your face turned to its most possible red, your body heating up like the last piece of your resistance just shattered into a million pieces.

“I suppose I ought to remove it, for now. I don’t want to hurt the dear.” Suguru decided on his own. Gojo seemed to snarl excitedly as pulled your hands onto his body. He truly looked like he would eat you!

You rotated your head to face Geto’s cock head as he prepared to remove it, but before you could, you bit it.

The piercing that is. You loosely held the metal ring still attached to his cock, tasting both the metal and what you cold only guess was the mixture of the substance leaking from his tip and whatever sweat the bath you took didn’t collect. Your lips brushing against the head of him, making you feel embarrassed.

“W-Woah,” A look of nervousness passed on Geto’s face, “Aha-Alright little bunny, I’ll keep it in.” Geto quickly conceded, stroking your ears, perhaps nervous you’d pull the piercing.

You let go obediently with your small tongue lolling out only to immediately have your wrists pushed together into one of Gojo’s large hands, his other looping a finger into Geto’s ring in your stead.

Geto gripped his wrist and looked entirely shocked for a moment, looking regretful, nervous, and somewhat agitated.

“Let. Go.” Geto growled out to Gojo who only grinned in response.

Gojo blinked his cerulean eyes innocently, leaning deep into your neck and licking Geto’s slick off your neck greedily.

“Suguru, come let the bunny taste. She must be starving.” Gojo cooed.

Gojo cruelly pulled the piecing down gently, the tip of Geto’s sturdy cock meeting your lips once again.

“Go on… drink…” Gojo commanded with a low and lust-struck voice. His eyes were crazed and he ran his tongue over his sharp canines as Geto’s slick dripped onto your helpless tongue.

Even with Gojo panting, out of breath and aroused beyond belief, you too could not help yourself.

Geto tasted delectable. His diet made it flavorful and the taste alone clouded your mind. You could only kitten lick the phallus with Gojo’s pesky fingers in the way holding everything in place.

“Gojo-… stop playing around-“ Geto mustered out between quiet groans. All this teasing was making his erection almost hurt…

“Fine.” Gojo relented curtly.

Before gripping Geto’s cock in his hand and pumping it rapidly. You weren’t spared from the surprise either, Gojo’s fingers prying your mouth open.

“Come on… come onnn~.” Gojo encouraged as Geto’s legs almost gave. Gojo was going to have him cum right into your vulnerable mouth!

Geto protested by sinking his nails into Gojo’s working wrist but it did nothing to deter the white haired nutjob. He was intent on witnessing the lewd sight of your face being sprayed by the girthy cock of his bonded pair.

It wasn’t lock before thick hot ropes of icky cum were shooting down your throat and chin. You tried to thrust up to catch more between Geto’s thighs and Gojo’s fingers holding you open you could only obediently take what little was graciously sprayed on you.

What didn’t make it down your open throat was lapped up with one ling stroke of Gojo’s wet tongue. With an insane smile and heart eyes, Gojo wasted no time in spitting the semen down your mouth. He even let his own tongue hang far out to allow drool into you. When he was satisfied with your consumption, he lowered the tongue into your mouth, bringing you into a deep and vulgar kiss.

“Ugh- you just couldn’t control yourself, could you.” Geto sighed out, being ignored as you were consumed by Gojo’s mouth, “You dog.”

It was a solid moment before Gojo was finished devouring you. Once he was, however, there was no time wasted.

Geto was already hard again. Gojo never stopped being hard. And you? Your excitement was dripping down your legs.

Gojo dragged you by your arms forward so you collapsed into the nest. Like an animal in heat, you assumed position obediently, your legs quivering. Your complete submission was not only arousing for the boys, but for you too. Such strong scary men! And all this talk of pumping your fertile womb full of their cum! Your head was reeling. You were so scared, yet so horny.

You arched your back to expose your cunt against your mindful will. You tried to present yourself so hard that your back strained to show more of your drilling hold.

Gojo jumped on you with ferocity, mumbling praise, “Good girl, good bunny…”

You felt Gojo’s pretty pink tip massage your entrance and swipe your clit for a moment, barely prepared you for being full of him.

“When did we agree you’d go first?” You heard Geto protest, but it was too late.

Gojo entered you abruptly and it made you yelp and try to jolt away. The stretch burned and sobered you up, tears pricking your eyes as fear resurged.

Geto knew better than to leave the pace at the start up to Gojo, grabbing the blue eyed man from behind and forcing him into you until the hilt. He kept everyone still as you adjusted, chastising Gojo but encouraging you.

“You are going to hurt her. We don’t want that… isn’t that right sweet girl? You want to feel good and full, be cared for nice and well. You just relax, we’ll take care of everything.”

Like he had an extra sense, Geto allowed Gojo to move the moment you were comfortable with his cock inside you. As if him pressing against your cervix with his leaking tip wasn’t enough, having him move at his own place was blinding.

Gojo lorded over you, smothering your back with his body as Geto could only sigh.

The phallus massaged you well and coaxed your walls to become weak to his repeated advances. You couldn’t move an inch while crammed full of Gojo’s hefty cock.

“So good-! Stay still, ‘m almost f-finished! Pump you full, so full!” Gojo muttered endlessly above you, “Shh, I’ll help you… open your up your womb to me, yeah?”

Gojo squeezed you tight with one arm all the while the other slide down your smushed front. Very careful with his claws, Gojo caressed and adored your poor enlarged, desperate clit.

The sensation of your neglected clit being touched made your rabbit legs snap further apart, exposing the throbbing bundle of nerves more.

It wasn’t long before you became unwound on Gojo’s cock, helplessly orgasming around him while his fertile semen was pumped straight past your eager cervix.

Gojo pulled out with a satisfied breath, leaving your sweet hole slightly open. To the shock of no one, cum did not leak out. All of it was far too deep inside to seep out.

“So rough, the poor thing had no time to savor anything.” Geto scolded the recovering Gojo as he took the man’s place.

Geto was more slow and sensual, massaging your thighs and squeezing your hips with his hands. He pulled you back into the position, having been squished down.

You felt Geto’s pierced tip kiss your entrance as he lowered you instead of pushing in. He made you slowly, agonizingly slow, lower yourself down to sit in his lap and obediently take him in.

The tip was first. The pop of its girth going in surprised you. You didn’t expect a mere inch to make your brain buzz, but it did. You tried to sit and take it in in one go, but Geto stopped you.

“Good girls have patience, okay, sweet bunny?” Geto purred into your ear. When you tried to respond, you sort of mewled.

You felt your walls spread themselves onto Geto’s thick length, sucking him in with immense greed. Inch by inch, the slow pace made you feel lewd, in a good way, as you imagine it all disappearing into you. Like you were just hopelessly swallowing inch after inch, everything worming its way into your deepest part. Like there was no end to the length and no end to your pussy’s greed.

Like all good things, you reached the end of it, your soft butt finally meeting Geto’s lap, his cock burrowed snuggly within you.

It was a steady and loving fuck that had you feeling every part of Geto’s phallus. The mushroom head and it’s cool piercing, the length and its protruding veins, and the base where you could swallow him entirely.

Just like Gojo had done, Geto forced your submissive legs apart and strokes your defenseless clit. You squealed at the feeling.

Geto refused to let you come until he was ready to do the same. Caressing you viciously until your were in the brink and than withdrawing, keeping your high never ending by gently slapping or flicking your poor bundle.

When Geto did let you cum, only when he was releasing his sperm deep into your quivering womb, it was violent and maddeningly pleasurable. You were practically shrieking and thrashing when it happened.

Once Geto had firmly planted his own icky semen straight into your depths, right beside Gojo, he dropped you down gently.

If you guys were finished, they’d be feeding you fruit and caressing you and your tummy.

But,

You weren’t done.

The two of them together can do many, many, rounds together.

Don’t fret, good things come to those who wait! Food, love, and comfort are on the way!

After eight or so more rounds-

[jellybeanium124]

stede's cute soft jawline appreciation post

"omg his jawline could cut glass 😍🥵" well what about those of us whose jawlines cannot cut glass. what about those of us whose jawlines could not cut oatmeal. what about those of us who get that little double chin when we look down. where's all the "omg his jawline is so bitable 😍🥵" posts for us I ask!?!? stede's jawline is exceedingly bitable and kissable and lickable. appreciate him.

[ferventdevourer]

god i was born in the right era. can't believe i get to smoke weed AND obsess over sam winchester's boytits. dean's are better, fuller and just more present because he's more muscular, but sam's?

they're soft. supple. the perfect bitable little mouthful, with just the perfect amount of give to them so that you know there's muscle there.

dean gets bitchy if he can't get his little brother's tits in his mouth at least twice a day, and sam's tits and nipples are always just a little bit puffy from all the abuse. dean's ridiculously proud of making sam's tits look that obscene 😌

[brotherwtf]

what if like when they both don’t know they’re attracted to each other, and Gale is trying not to like foam at the mouth when John’s man spreading, or tilting his head back when he laughs, outlining her perfect neck and throat

Gale's sweating like a whore in church every time John and his big masculine self so much as exists around him you just know that boy is *horny grip* every time John shows off his masculinity

but John's so open with his body language and his affection and he's so comfortable with his body and knows that he's very attractive and uses it to his advantage, usually with the dames but also with Gale because he knows it drives him crazy

John who spreads his legs into Gale's space, the tight military grade pants straining against his thick thighs and Gales literally sweating under the collar because even soft he can see the outline of John's cock on his hip, those pants sinfully tight because of how big he is.... the hot length of his thigh also pressed up against Gale's and Gale's biting his lip because he's trying not to think about Johns legs around him

when John throws his head back and laughs, his Adams apple bobbing with every bright and ringing sound, his throat slightly damp with sweat and red with the flush of the alcohol he's been drinking and the sound of John's laugh is so bright and cheerful and Johns neck is so good and bitable and Gales trying his best not to latch onto it with his teeth and place a mark right there in the center so everyone knows who John belongs to

maybe John even unbuttons his shirt, pulls his tie off with drunken hands that Gale tracks the entire time, watches as his fat fingers unbutton the top buttons of his dress uniform and Gale might explode because he can see the slightest bit of John's chest hair with the glistening, sweat slicked golden skin of his chest and Gale might not survive the night

anyway Gale pulls John by his arm and jumps his bones outside of the officers mess and honestly John's not gonna complain about it

[sexlapis]

I want to bite cecil.. cecils arms, hands, neck, cheek.. yk it.. ◜ᴗ◝

I wonder if he would be into it.. or how he'd react to reader doing it

love bites

cecil stedman x gn!reader

short fic, crack, fluff, biting

a/n: i wanna bite his head so…yeah.

wc: 200 or smth

masterlist

*

“Cecil…Cece, pay attention to me.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty hard not to…sadly.”

Cecil sits in his chair looking through a small stack of paperwork, mostly reports of employee performance (normal and superhuman alike). He wishes his predecessor had warned him about the over flux of papers which would end up on his desk.

As for right now, here you are, curled up around him from behind like a koala, nuzzling and nipping at his neck as he, sadly, ignores your very presence.

You frown. “This is why nobody likes you.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You’re lucky you’re so bitable.”

Cecil scrunches his face. The strangest words always came out of your mouth.

“What?”

You smile at him, so sweet and genuine that Cecil’s mind blanks out.

“I just wanna bite you and eat you up.”

“Please don’t.”

“You’re like an egg.”

Cecil blinks at you, incredulous, confused and, frankly, a little disturbed by your desire to eat him. He sighs and turns back to his paperwork, making it his job to ignore you once more.

It doesn’t last long.

A few moments later, he feels nimble fingers on top of his bare head, massaging and caressing the aged skin, rippling nails clipping across the expanse of it all.

He huffs. Closes his eyes. He says your name in a tone of warning.

You hum. “It’s just so smooth and soft.”

“Look-“”

Cecil doesn’t even get his sentence out.

Before he knows it, he feels a suction of wetness on his poor head, one he quickly figured out is the circumference of your lips, followed by the gentle nibble of your teeth.

What?

Cecil is shocked at the audacity of it all. But it’s his fault - he shouldn’t have let you get so close to him, punch a hole into his heart and burrow yourself in there.

Someone knocks at his office door. They don’t wait to be called in.

“Sir.” It’s Donald. “I-“”

He pauses when exposed to the scene in front of him. Cecil can only imagine how ridiculous and absurd this all looks to him; his subordinate slobbering all of his head lovingly while he is just sitting there and taking it.

His reputation would surely take a punch if people found out.

“Uh…Should I come back?”

Cecil breathes in. Then out.

“No, no, Donald, tell me what I need to know. Ignore them.”

You blown raspberries into his head.

Donald raises an eyebrow, tilting his head.

“Just ignore them.

*

a/n: i do wanna bite him ;(

[johnwickb1tsch]

Sympathy for the Devil ~ Part 11

A Donaka Mark x housekeeper!Reader fic, based on @discoscoob 's concept & bot! Though this is where the c.ai help ended because I was breaking the bot's pea pickin' mind. 😆

Warnings: Donaka Mark is a bad man with a soft spot for you. dark romance, possessive behavior, nonconsensual voyeurism, red flag red flag girl!🔺, psychological games, power imbalance, eventual dubcon/nsfw. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS!!!

one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight. nine. ten.

Eleven. 十一

You wake with a start. 

You’re naked, and Donaka is sprawled out in his bed beside you. Your eyes roam over the long lines of his powerful body, taking in his angles and curves. His broad muscled back, and tapered waist.

A more bitable little ass was never created by God or man. 

That bit of sanity you’d been hoping for once the hormones subsided mercifully returns to you. No matter how gorgeous this man is–no matter how good he fucks, or how many times he made you cum the night before with his hands and his cock and his tongue (sweet Confucious, Buddha, and baby Jesus, his tongue)–you have got to get out of here. 

It’s early morning, the blue light of pre-dawn. You slip out of bed, nearly dying of a heart attack when he stirs beside you–but does not wake. Quickly you throw on the tatters of your dress, and on bare feet you race as quickly and quietly as possible out the door, and down the hall. 

With your heart thundering in your ears you start rummaging through your drawers for that most essential of travel documents: your passport. The servants were not given access to lockers or any way to secure their belongings, so you’d hidden it in the bottom of your suitcase, inside a slit in the lining. As you stick your hand in it, fishing around, your hopes drop like a stone.

It’s gone. 

You feel again, frantic this time, finding once more–it’s not there. 

 “Missing something?”

Donaka’s voice from the doorway makes you start; you lose your balance, tumbling over on the floor. 

Anything you might say turns to ash on your tongue, as you look up at him, forbidding in a pair of black lounge pants, and nothing else. Why oh why does he have to be such a beautiful bastard? 

You realize there’s no lying to him, so you stick out your chin. “Where is it?” you demand. 

“In a safe place,” he answers, his lips pursing as he tries not to smile. “You have to admit…that wasn’t exactly secure.” He nods at your suitcase, and you clench your fist, the desire to hit him burning real in your bones. He made sure you didn’t have a safe place to put it. 

“How dare you?” He just rolls his eyes, and crosses the floor to you in two strides, pulling you up off the floor. 

“Come back to bed, darling. I was sleeping so peacefully before you had to go skulking around.”

“You can’t do this.” 

You’re not sure who you’re trying to convince–him, or you?

He just lifts an eyebrow, sweeping one of those big hands across your cheek, into your hair. His hold on you is just this side of menacing.  “There’s not a place in the world you could hide from me, y/n. Remember that.” 

He tugs on your hand…and fuck you, if you’re not so flabbergasted, you don’t follow him like a starstruck idiot, absolutely flummoxed by his nerve. 

Fine, you think. No passport? You just have to make it to your embassy. Surely they would put you in protective custody or something?

“You’ll never make it that far,” he tells you conversationally, his arm around your waist as you walk together down the hall. 

“Where?”

“The Embassy, of course.” 

Motherfucker. 

He makes you pause at the window in the living room with him, the first rays of dawn beginning to shine through the massive windows. The forest looks like a gilded emerald; the water beyond it a blanket of diamonds. He follows your gaze, taking in the marvelous sight. Shouldn’t it be storming outside? Rain falling down, on this bleak day? 

“How can you live with such an awful view?” he asks wryly, turning your attention back up to him. Before you can answer he kisses you, claiming your mouth for his as he presses you back against the window. His hand makes its way beneath your skirt, unimpeded as you did not take the time to even pull on your panties before making your escape from his bedroom. 

“Donaka…” you protest, feeling utterly exposed like this, in the big open room, with nothing but glass behind you. The rest of the staff will be waking soon. The thought of one of your colleagues walking in on you like this makes you want to die all over again. “Please not here…someone will see.” 

He scoffs at you, of course. “No one will interrupt us. This is my house. You are the only one here who never knew your proper place. We’re fixing that now.” 

A small sound escapes you, something between a whine and a growl. All it earns you is a hushed, dark laughter, and this terrible man lowers himself to his knees before you, pinning you against the glass with one large hand spanning your torso. He smirks up at you, delighting in your self-righteous rage, your tears of frustration glittering in the corners of your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” he taunts you. “Isn’t this what you wanted all along? The bad man on his knees for you?” His smile is like a baring of teeth, and you both know who holds the real power here, no matter who is on their knees. His other hand has made its way up your thigh again, cupping your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you squirm against him, almost hurting you. 

“No,” you whimper, fighting the urge to cry, your legs about to collapse out from under you. 

“No?” he demands. “That’s not what I read.” His long fingers reach to test your center, finding your treacherous little cunt has cast her own vote for him yet again, moist and willing. You try to shy away but he pins you with his superior strength, utterly and completely.

“You missed the subtext,” you choke out, your heart breaking all over again. You were so resolved to fight the night before. That fire seems to have suffocated under the wet blanket of hopelessness again. 

“Were there underlying themes in all that filth?” he asks incredulously. 

Feeling idiotic all over again, your words lodge in your throat. But Donaka has paused in his ministrations, looking up at you with that laser-sharp gaze. “This isn’t what you wanted?” he asks with a deceptive gentleness. “My hands?” He pops the last buttons at the bottom of your dress, the garment gaping to bare all of you to his possessive gaze. “My mouth?” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the curve of your lower belly, those plush lips upon your flesh making you tremble, curling your toes. He strums at your slick center, his sultry voice dropping low. “You didn’t want my cock to fill that aching emptiness inside you?” 

You writhe against the window, crying out as two of those clever fingers press up inside you, pleasuring you and pinning you as his tongue seeks out your needly little clit. You could murder him, for the way he makes you hate him and want him all in one breath.  

He stops as suddenly as he started, looking up at you expectantly. “Well?”  

You feel like the dumbest woman who ever walked the earth–but then, you suppose he already knew that about you. He’s had your measure from day one, and has simply been playing with you like a cat with a mouse ever since. Yet now, you would rather die than tell him what you’re really thinking. You shake your head tearfully, locking your heart up tight.

It doesn’t matter, because it seems this man can read your fucking mind. 

“Did you hope I would fall in love with you, y/n? You young, sweet thing.”

His words slide past your ribs and pierce your heart, deadly as a stiletto. You really were a fool. 

“Maybe I did want your love,” you admit, voice rough as you force it past the lump in your throat. “But all you want is submission.” 

He told you as much, over and over the night before. 

Yet he does not laugh at you, the way you expect him to. He looks up at you with such a weight in that dark gaze, you cannot breathe. “What is love, y/n? Do I not provide for you? Protect you? I let you talk to me with insouciance I would never tolerate from anyone else. I am not a tender man, but what little I have, I have given to you. Tell me, what is love, y/n?”

It’s almost as though he’s truly asking you.

Suddenly you feel as though the floor has dropped out from under you. Does he love you? Or is he just fucking with you, the way he has been the whole time you’ve been here? You need to make up your mind about this, because the whiplash of wondering is going to be the end of you. 

“Donaka…”

Then he narrows his eyes, that fire returned therein. “You are the one who taunted me with talk of leaving. Do you love me?”

“You scare me,” you finally answer, which should be a no…but isn’t exactly.  

“You knew all along what I am, deep down. You sensed it, even without proof. You could have fled, but you stayed. You know why, bunny?”

You make a keening sound as he curls his fingers inside you, tormenting you with another wet kiss to your clit. “Do you know why?” he demands again. 

You can hardly find your voice. “Why?”

“Because I fascinate you, the same way you fascinate me. I’m more than willing to try to fuck it out of our systems, but I suspect–” He presses your clit with his thumb, tearing a sob from your throat, stealing your ability to think, to breathe. Your head rocks back against the glass, hard enough to bruise.  “I’ll be keeping you for a long time.”

Then his tongue dips into your slit, lapping at your clit, and you forget everything for a long while.

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If possible could you do a part 2 for Virgin killer dress with these characters? - Hades, Thor, Okita, jataka, Qsh, Anubis

I literally squeed when I saw this! This was one of my first pieces and I hope you all enjoy part 2!

-Oblivious Y/N: *just back from shopping and wanting to show off the newest dress to her love* What do you think of my new dress?

-Hades- Immediately froze, taking in your form in such a dress. At first he believed it was just a short dress that fit your body very, very, well, but when you turned, showing the hole that was exposing your back- he was done. It only took him a second to get up from his desk to have you in his arms before swiping everything off his desk and placing you there. You were surprised by his forward actions, looking down at him as he kneeled before you, his hands on your knees, “It’s beautiful Y/N~ let me show you how beautiful.”

-Thor- Could only blink, not responding as his brain seemed to flatline, seeing you in such a dress. You gave a dainty twirl, showing everything about the dress off, including the exposed back and from what he could tell, you weren’t wearing any panties~ You squealed in surprise as he instantly had you in his arms and over his shoulder, carrying you, “Where are we going?” his free hand slid up your thigh from your knee, making you squeak lightly, “We’re going back to bed.”

-Okita- His eyes went wide, a red glint appearing in them as he saw all of your exposed flesh, looking so soft and bitable, just for him as he swallowed hard. When he didn’t answer you came over and kneeled down beside him, moving to your hands and knees, “Soji?” his hands instantly shot out and had you on his back in an instant as he looked feral looming over you as steam seemed to be escaping from his mouth. He couldn’t seem to form any words, as he felt like he couldn’t put what he was feeling into words. Hopefully his actions would~

-Kintoki- Immediately flushed, rushing towards you, hugging you close, “What are you wearing?!” you blinked innocently up at him, beaming brightly, “My new dress! Aphrodite said they’re super popular right now for couples!” He was going to have a word with the goddess later on- to either scold her or thank her- he didn’t know which yet. When he felt the bare back of your dress, he pulled back, his hands on your shoulders, holding you away from him as his face seemed to turn even redder. He was sure you were going to kill him.

-Qin Shi Huang- Instantly all smiles, making grabby hand, “Come closer- I wanna see!” you trotted over, taking your seat in his lap and his hand slid up your exposed back, feeling that you weren’t wearing a bra. His other hand went to your bare thigh, stroking up slowly, “This is quite the promiscuous dress my dear- was it your intent to seduce your emperor?” you tilted your head to the side, a bit confused, “Seduce you?” you did this unknowingly- not realizing how alluring you look. He was going to make sure to show you how you made him feel by wearing this dress.

-Anubis- His eyes were wide as he took in your form, wearing such an alluring dress, so much skin exposed, especially when you twirled, showing off your back. He felt himself salivating as he stared at you- wanting nothing more than to devour you. Immediately came over as you turned back to him, a warm smile on your face, awaiting his response about your dress before he wrapped his arms around you and buried his head in your chest- hoping to suffocate himself there. What a way to go- but first things first- he wanted to enjoy the dress just a bit more~

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Plushies 6 - MooMoo

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Plushies Series Masterlist but Can be read as standalone

Summary: you surprise Joel for your 2 year anniversary by being the fuckable plushie tonight.

Warnings: literally 99.9% smut. Unprotected sex (she is on the pill but they’re playing with the idea of it failing), BREEDING KINK, pregnancy kink, plushie milk sucking (? You’ll see); nipple pumps, nipple play, nipple orgasm, boobjob, oral m-receiving, squirting, cream pie, belly bulge, no breastfeeding but Joel has a breastfeeding kink (obviously!), Daddy kink, spitting, bimbofication, lots of cow talk, praises you and degrades you, cringe ass language overall for these horny fucks

18+ ONLY

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It's getting pretty bad now that every time you see your pile of plushies in the room, your panties dampen. And you can’t really avoid them because Joel’s been adding to the mountain of stuffed animals with every excuse to get you a gift.

And then outright making you cum on them before he’s ripped the tag off.

You suspect Joel also gets equally as hard by them too, with all the interesting things he’s been sharing since starting your Plushie-sex journey. He’s pretty quiet and reserved any other time, even during regular sex. But when all your little beady stuffed animals start getting involved…

You’re startled by a gentle knock at the door. “You okay in there, sweet pea?” 

“Mhm! I’m almost ready!”

You both just got back from a fabulous date—ready to seal the night with passionate sex. And you’ve planned the perfect 2 year anniversary gift for him.

You stare in the mirror in your new “outfit” to surprise Joel’s loins: naked, save for a spotted felt ear headband, a leather collar with a big golden bell dangling from your neck, knee high white and black spotted stockings, and a slutty garter body harness speckled in black splotches. The straps dip and curve over your hips with cute ribbons on the waist, snaking under your soft parts, accentuating your breasts, tummy, thighs, ass—everything that Joel finds bitable. 

^photos + product by GlamourIsTheEndGame on Etsy

When you finally walk out into the bedroom with all the might your tiny little harness could muster, Joel’s eyes finally land on you. You smile at him with a sultry, pretty, and far from innocent smile.

"I was thinking maybe I could be your plushie for tonight,” you say, pushing your breasts out with your arms drawn tight, and shaking a little so he can see them sway and hear the jingle of the bell bounce over your collarbone.

Ok, so you know the scenes in Tom&Jerry where Tom sees a female cat, and his eyes bug out cartoonishly and jaw falls down to the ground?

Yeah, that’s Joel right now.

His jaw is so slacked it might unhinge itself. Eyes straining because they can’t go any fucking wider, and his pupils literally so blackened, you wouldn’t know he had baby brown eyes.  

You’re standing there very expectedly, waiting.

Waiting.

… waiting.

Say something you kinky bastard, damnit NowILookLikeAFool—!

Your nerves are starting to curl in on themselves...maybe you don’t look as sexy as you’d hoped...

“Um…if… if you don’t like it—I mean if you wanted to pick up a stuffie instead…”

The man takes advantage of your brief embarrassment and jumps you, shoving you against the wall and caging your legs around his hips.

“Oh!”

You whimper as the unmistakable bulge of his package presses hungrily, slipping past the little string and nudging your wet clit.

He glues his lips to yours, devouring your tongue. It’s extra hungry, extra needy tonight than usual. His lips twitch with the rumbling growl reverberating deep in his chest. 

“You’re so fucking sexy holy fucking shit baby-jesusssssss look at you— fuckfuckfuck I’m so lucky, luckylucky bastard—FUCK ME—you’re mine? You’re actually fucking mine????”

You giggle, confidence surging again as his hands struggling to grab every bit of you all at once. Holding you captive nonetheless, eyes raking over in wonder and astonishment.

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” you hum sensually. You grab his hands and bring them to curl along your harness, under the straps to feel your skin all hot and tingly. Begging for his touch.

“Happy fucking Anniversary to me.”

Joel scoops you up and sits on the bed, immediately having you straddle him. You grind down on his tent poking up between your cheeks. His fingers dig into your thighs when he feels the flutter of your folds.

He knows you feel as sexy as you look. 

“Gonna be my cow slut tonight, huh? You know what good little cow sluts do?”

“Suck cock?” You ask cheekily, preparing to sink down to your knees to pleasure him with your mouth.

He lets out a happy sigh. You’re ready to move, your teeth sucking in your lower lip, but he stops you, instead choosing to pin you closer to his body. His voice drops an octave:

“They birth and they milk.”

They—what? “Um—come again?”

“Breeding, baby. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”

He knows you’re on the pill, so it’s not like you’re really trying to get pregnant…but the thought of getting knocked up tonight sends a particularly dangerous chill down your spine. He never uses a condom so the chances are still….there. Every night. Each time he blows his fat load deep inside you; like a good little cumdump, he says. 

Why not indulge his fantasy tonight?

“You wanna breed me, Daddy?” You tease, hips swaying along his clothed member, dancing along your slit.

“Mmmm, yeahhh. Shit, baby. You’d look so good pregnant. And these—“ he grits his teeth, fingers pinching the straps that circle your mounds, watching them squish together, “—Are gonna fill up with so much milk, gonna feed me with your delicious cunt and sweet milk 24/7.”

You want to slap the smug look off his face, but now’s not the time. It’s time to get those pouty lips on your breasts and the cock in your cunny.

“Better start getting them open so I can satisfy that big thirst of yours.”

On cue, his lips wrap around your nipples, kneading your tits in his big rough hands. You start bouncing steadily along his cock. He’s domineering and digging into your skin harshly, teeth overly excited and sinking into your pebbled nips while he grinds up against your heat.

He’s biting and sucking so hard, asking-PLEADING-for your milk.

Milk that is definitely not there!

"Ouch! Joel I'm not going to give you milk, we’re just—playing—I’m not actually pregnant!"

But the THOUGHT of you exactly like this but stuffed full of a baby, just imagining your tits all round and belly bursting, the garter harness pulling tight against your skin and your tits poking out with that big heavy swell of your tummy making you look like his own breeding stock.

Desperate whines rush out of his mouth in a string of babbling: “I can get ya pregnant, please? Pleasepleaseplease darling let me put a baby in you— breed ya so good, just look at ya, could get ya knocked up, just think how cute you'd look gettin' all round with my calves grown in that tumtum. Fuck! what a sight, showing off to everyone our hard work breeding, evidence of our love making, and these titties would just swell n get all heavy with all the creamy delicious milk ya could give me like the best momma n—“

Your palm splats against his mouth to shut him up. “Slow down, cowboy. We aren’t having a real baby any time soon. We don't even live together yet..."

"Then move in with me,” he proposes without hesitation.

You …blink for a moment. His mouth hovers over your breast again but you drag him up to look you in the eyes—so you know he's not just fucking around.

“Really?"

"Yes! Why the fuck do we still have separate homes? I'm here all the time anyway. Plus, takin' care of all those plushie pets must be exhausting on your own, they're partially my kids anyway so.”

"You really want to live together?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do.” 

You and Joel were a ‘take it one day at a time’ trusting kind of love, but right now as you stare into his heart-shaped eyes, you can see your whole future together. The kind of earth shattering reality that’s never been more clear and more desirable than this moment. 

“I—“

“Don’t gotta give me an answer right now. Wanna ask ya again when we’re—less horny. So you know I’m bein’ serious.”

You grin and kiss him.

“Show me a good anniversary night and I’ll give a good thought-over.”

“Oh babygirl,” he tuts. “Think you were gonna be the only one showin’ me a good time? I got ya something too, sweetheart. Gonna go perfect with ya cow slut theme ya got goin’ on.”

You don’t know what he could possibly have that could “match” your very specific cow themed sex outfit—

Unless its more cows.

So when he sits you on the bed, stumbling over his shoes because he can’t take his eyes off you, Joel equally surprises you with a box of cow themed gifts—little calf beanie babies, which are conveniently jerry-rigged to two separate nipple pumps with their little snouts pointing towards the  suction cups, and a cow plush toy that has a compartment in the top to pour milk in, complete with rubber “practice” utters for farmer kids to learn milking.

“I swear, I had no idea you were gonna be dressed as slutty cow momma for me. I just—saw this shit online and thought my girl needed to be drinking some cow titties when I fuck her swollen cow tits.”

“We’re so in sync,” you muse, shaking your head with an amused smirk. 

Its honestly should be... kinda concerning.

He sits back next to you on the mattress, shoving some of your animals off the edge. You instinctively crawl atop his thighs again, and his hands settle once more protectively around your waist. You stare down at him, his sinful lips practically begging to get sucked while that lidded lustful gaze lulls you in a trance. The Joel Miller spell is wordlessly working on you again—and you know you’re gonna be cracking and doing anything this man says within a few shorts minutes.

You beam at each other tenderly, unable to help the genuine happy crinkle at your lips as you kiss him softly.

Then it starts:

"Can ya moo for me?"

You roll your eyes. Not quite doing anything he says so soon.  “Fuck no I'm not doin that shit again for you. You want a farm, go get one yourself."

"Please Angel?" He plants wet kisses along your jaw before giving two fat ones on top of your breasts.

"Still no."

He groans, but continues to nip at your breasts like a scolded child. "Can I fuck your big mommy milkin' cow titties?”

“There is no milk!” You snap. You’re ready to throw the whole idea away, but his persistent hold around your waist and cock nudging your throbbing puss is making it difficult to resist him for long.

His big brown chocolate lab eyes bleed into your horny little soul. “C’mon, MooMoo, for Daddy?” 

“I am NOT your MooMoo—“

He jingles the bell dangling from your neck. “Ya’sure sound like my MooMoo.”

you clench your fist around his shirt and take a deep breath. "Fine, Fine! Whatever."

"Say it."

"You can—ugh—fuck my big... mommy milking cow titties." You face feels so hot with embarrassment, but Joel purrs with such satisfaction that you feel even WORSE how much you don't hate it. 

Since when did the double entendre of being called his "kitty" and "puppy" when Joel fucks you and your animal themed plushies become his "moo moo girl"?

He grins with such a dirty, perverted look about him. Continues to kiss over your mounds, massaging the muscles in your back so you don’t notice when he bends over you to grab his homemade breast pumps.

He looks at you sideways with expectant hope in his eyes. 

You roll your eyes again. Of course he can’t just get a normal titjob and blow his load in your mouth. There’s always some fucking thing else you gotta do. But with the way his cock pulses under your drooping pussy, you decisively snatch it from his hands and get to work just so that he’ll call you his slutty cow again. 

“That’s my girl,” he groans, rubbing along your hips excitedly. He holds them in your hand and exhales hot air over the cups so they aren’t cold against your skin.

The clear tubes are narrow, obviously meant to resemble that of utters rather than actually breastfeeding from a bottle. You stick them on each tit, and very quickly Joel is pumping the little hand squeeze that starts to suction the small space of air into the connecting wire.

You gasp at the sensation. Slowing latching on, the small of your breasts are pointing inward towards the pumps, sticking up on their own now as Joel continues to suck the air out. 

You hiss a strangled moan. The sensation isn’t—bad. It’s like an invisible hand is dry vacuuming your pebbles.

“Fuck—fuck look at that,” he growls. “Your nipples are sooooooooooo fucking suckable right now.”

You look down and see their hardened state reaching out into nothing. As more of your flesh and tissue gets sucked in, pressing tightly, trying to fill the small space, the pain mixes with pleasure. Joel’s continually nipping at your chest with lidded eyes glued to the scene helps spread the multiple sensations your body is feeling.

“There’s not gonna be any milk,” you warn again, shifting uncomfortably in his lap. Your breath hitches in your throat when you get to a particularly suffocating phase of tightness in your breast.

He casts a sorrowful grin before yanking the pumps off together with a loud SCHMOP.

You screech unexpectedly, rolls of pleasure sparking through your chest, up to your brain then right down to your tummy and cunt, your eyes rolling back as you collapse forward on to him.

You’re both quiet for a moment save for your heavy pants. Until you feel a wetness growing on his pants.

“Joel—did you—?”

He laughs out, “No baby, that was all you.”

Your cheeks go warm in embarrassment, looking down to confirm that you had actually squirted onto his jeans just from getting your nipples suctioned.

“Didn’t know ya titties were so sensitive…” he goads.

You shake your head and nudge it into his neck—because you didn’t know you could squirt just from getting your breasts suctioned either. 

“Shhh, I know. I know baby, just breathe. Little titties are so sore, but we gotta get them ready to start feeding from. S’not my fault you’re just a little slut, so hungry to be a momma—don’t you worry, Daddy Bull is gonna make it happen. Ya can squirt your little juices all you want when I breed your cunt like my own personal livestock.”

You have half the mind to tell him again there is no baby to be feeding any time soon, and you sure as heck weren’t his livestock to be bred, and had nothing to say about "Daddy Bull", but with the harsh throbbing along your nipples, dragging sensitively against his cotton shirt, you don’t care to do anything else but drool and hump your weeping clit against his soaked thighs.

 “Let Daddy see his work,” he mumbles into your throat with a kiss.

You sit up again with his assistance. 

He groans heartily at the sight of your swollen, redden tips poking from your boobs. “Jesus fuck, MooMoo.” He rubs his thumb over your mounds and you wince away. “They hurt?” He laugh sadistically.

You cover your lips with the back of your palm, unwilling to let him see your delirious heaving. Your pussy throbs desperately for more his unique torture. “You….bastard…”

He soothes over the swollenness, groping your breasts and telling you how they’ll be sore like this all the time when they start filling with milk. How he’s gonna breed you so full of calves you’ll be bursting milk on your own, and he’s gonna lap it all up to keep you happy.

You don’t know why you keep letting him put the pumps back on. He doesn’t try to rip them off like before, but keeps bringing you close with tight compresses before letting air quickly filter in again. The little cow beanies bob up and down with each deep breath you force through your nose, eyes glittering up so innocently. You’re trying to ignore the equal throb in your untouched clit as the ones in your overstimulated perky nips.

Once they’ve swelled to a level of his satisfaction…

“MooMoo…”

“Huh…”

“Time for cow titty fucking.”

He throws you down on your back in the heap of your plushies. Wasting no time pulling his stiff member out of his jeans, he pumps a few times with one hand. Like a professional Joel wraps his belt tightly around your wrists, like a cowboy expertly tying his prize calf he just lassoed in. 

You twist your legs to hide the leaking drip of slick sliding down to your ass. Your head leans to the side, arms thrown behind you so you can see him, biting your lips and furrowed brows of want, admiring his physique when he pulls his shirt off with a satisfied grin. 

“Fuck me, cowboy,” you hum, shifting your bum up  and spreading your legs so he can see your swollen slit twitching up at him.

But he throws your legs down and cages you under him. “I’m makin’ a mess of those god damn Mommy milkers first. Then your cunt gets whatever Daddy Bull has left.”

DaddyBullDaddyBullDaddyBull, you chant in over and over again your dumb little cow brain...

Oh Christ, tonight’s gonna be wild.

You watch him crawl over your body, fisting his leaking member over your chest. You want it, licking your lips in anticipation, pushing your boobs together with your arms to entice him. He twists the bell-collar so its dangling off the side of your shoulder before placing his leaking tip right at your lips, smearing his precum. Moaning at that fucking taste of Joel you’d been craving all day. You lap at the saltiness, begging him to force it deep into your mouth, but all he does is rub it over your lips, your tongue peaking out to get it nice and wet for him.

His cock falls right in the valley as you smoother it with your supple breasts. “Soft titties all mine to play with? You gonna be a good girl and let me fuck them?”

He starts thrusting, suffocating his cock between your tits. With one hand, he’s pulling the harness roped around your body tight like he's riding a God damn horse, the other still possessively pumping the nipple suction cups so they squeeze harder around your precious tits. His balls rub along your sternum while he bounces his hips, rocking back and forth again and again, making a sticky mess of his arousal and your drool all over your chest.

"Angel, imagine how fucking good this is gonna feel when these pups are filled to the brim with Daddy's milk.”

You nod dumbly. “Want you to fill them, Daddy. Want you inside,” you moan. Your head leans forward as you try to suck in his tip each time it poked through your boobs. 

Joel lets out a shaky breath, trying hard not to blow his load too soon. Though the sight of your face and cowbell all sticky with his creamy spent has him drawing away quickly, a firm grip wrapped around the base to hold his twitching balls from releasing his seed just yet. 

You cry out, tongue chasing his retreating tip. 

“You ready to be my little cocksleeve plushie tonight?” He asks, raking his nails over your chest and belly, raised red trails marking you in their leave.

“I’m ready Daddy, fuck me like your dirty whore!”

He spits a fat gob of saliva right on to your slit before rubbing it over with his thick tip. You don’t need the extra lubrication due to how drenched you are, and the sweet squirting you did earlier, but oh how he admires the way it mingles with your juices and slides down your ass.

He rips the cow patterned garter ribbon from the waist buckle and wraps it around your calves, sticking your legs straight, and pulls your ankles taught. You’re completely tied off at his mercy, like cattle being tamed. He hoists your legs straight up in the air, his bare cock grinding against your wet heat.

"D-daddy!"

He leans your straight legs against his left shoulder and peers down over you: messy lipstick, bound wrists pulled together and straight to your stomach, pushing your tits even closer,  and the harness does nothing but give each one an immaculate show of perkiness. Paired with the tight press that the pumps are still holding your nipples captive.

He decides to show you some mercy by removing the tubes. He kneads their swollen state at the same time his cock rubs along your slick folds.

“T’Thank you, Daddy Bull,” you puff.

“Good girl. Didn’t even have to remind you,” he praises with gentle strokes of your cheeks.  “Your little calf babies are full now. Time for DaddyBull to spend time with Momma.”

You hope he doesn’t see the way your stomach clenches at being called Momma—a kink you’re shelving for much much later.

He’s got such stamina to be still gliding himself along your pussy but not penetrating just yet. Your brows are scrunched together in a plea and desperation, and those little cow ears are flopped back into the mess of softness. Softness that surrounds you, that innocent feel of cute plushy fur and cotton all rubbing against your body below you despite the numbing throb in your breasts and cunt. 

He puts his fingers in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digits, getting them wet before he’s drooping them down your puffy lips, down your breasts each with a squeeze, trailing warmly over your belly before coming to the place where he’s about to impale you.

Your entire body is thrumming with need.

He takes the moment to see how wrecked you already are for him—and to savor your body, knowing he’s gonna breed you so good one day and everything is gonna swell, like a stamp of ownership.

“You’re so fucking breedable,” he whispers in awe of your body. You don’t think he meant to say it out loud, but it turns you on all the more to hear his inner thoughts that would most likely scare away other women.

Not you though. You shutter at the thought of it taking, of making something evident of all the fucking and cum dumping he’s been giving you.

The pornographic gasp you let out as he slides his cock over your folds, between your squished thighs. Your slick lathering his length, prepping him and teasing your clit with long strokes. You whine as his mushroom tip glistens with precum, poking through your thighs then retreating. Getting your hopes up and holding it there sadistically.

"Don't gotta do nothin' tonight for me, sweet pea. Just gotta hold on for the ride."

You're not ready when he latches at your entrance and thrusts in all at once. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull as he fills your gut with his fat cock, stretching you in the best way only Joel Miller knows.

“Ahhh--ah!—f—f—fuuuccccckkkkkkkk!”

Joel Miller does have a Bull sized cock. More evident now stretching your little hole than you’d ever truly thought before.

The position is so restraining, leaving you no way to move or adjust - just take take take take his pounding. You both groan at the sight of his tip ballooning in your lower belly with each thrust. 

He throws his arm over your straight thighs and thumbs over your swelled naval. "Fuuucccckk look at that, look at that!"

"S-ssoooooo deeeeeeppp," you wreathe, lips curling in delirium.

“Yeah-yeah babygirl, gotta stretch you—get ya ready to hold my calves huh? Gotta make room for them to pop out—“

“M—mnot—pregnant,” you rasp hoarsely, eyes closing when he starts angling his hips up and rutting along the gummy part in your cunt.

“I’ll make it happen, don’t you worry your little brain.” He laughs. “You like getting stuffed like your stuffies. Turned you into a proper fuck toy—mm—there we go—but you’re always gonna be my favorite toy to hump, to fill, to own." He forces each word out with each rut. “You’re so fucking good at being a soft whore for me to use, all precious and pretty on the outside. Just another one of these plushie sluts on this bed,” he grunts.

You stick your tongue out dreamily and smile, fingers getting lost in the scattered stuffed animals surrounding you with their soft, fluffy textures and hard or squishy bodies. 

It feels really good to have 0 thoughts and just get fucked like a cow plushie.

He kisses your ankles soothingly, almost pathetically attempting to distract you from the sudden lash of his palm slapping against your ass.

“DADDY—shit!” You whimper. He doesn’t love the way you instinctively try to squirm away from him, but with how tied up you are, continually impaled on his throbbing length, you have nowhere to go. 

He continues to spank you, the same spot, fingers splayed wide until his reddened print is left etched into your skin "Gotta brand ya baby, make sure everyone knows who owns this body.”

Lewd noises of wet skin slapping, and the little cow bell clanking on your neck fill the room along with your pathetic whimpers and Joel's repressed grunts.

"Yeah? You like daddy's bull cock ramming that tight little Moo Moo pussy?"

“Yea- ohh-f—fuck yes Bull Daddy, cock so good, fuck— nobody stretches me—ah shit!Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes—m’gonna be bred so fucking full Daddy fuck yes!”

“My little cow breedin’ bitch,” he hollers. He tears the cute little cow patterned bow from that had held your calves together and quickly parts your legs, shoving your knees up to his shoulders so you’re in full mating press. He continues thrusting aggressively downward. Despite still being bound by the wrist, your elbows part slightly enough to slot him between your arms, slinking your hands over his neck to bring him closer to you.

"Breed me!" You cry, literally cry. He doesn’t relent his rough thrusts despite cooing your tears welling.

 "Gonna take all that bull cum in your slutty womb? Gonna let me put a baby in ya?”

Your walls clench down on him harder in response. The more his thick tip nudges your cervix, the less words you’re able to string together in sentences.

He doesn’t wait for answer—doesn’t think he ever will because he’s dangerously dreamt of impregnating you for so long now, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop the day you said yes. Never bringing it up but fuuuccckkk he can’t stop his confessions from tumbling out: “Shit baby, might take this time. Lookin like my breeding stock n shit, gonna plow ya, you'll milk my cummies in your tummies and then—"

"Jesus Joel stop your yapping and FUCKME.”

"Ya gonna moo for me?"

You're moaning more, but with the way your sockets are rolled to their whites, arching up like the exorcist as he rams himself so deep its puncturing your belly, the sound’s eliciting from your mouth coming out as "mmmmmaaaauuuuhhhhhau-huh-hhuhh-huhhhh!"

He chuckles. "Close enough.”

He grabs the moo plush and shoves its utters in your mouth. You tilt your head to the side and your tongue circles around the rubber part. He almost busts his nut at the gorgeous sight below him: your pretty lashes closed as you suckle from the utters, each little swallow of milk going sown your throat. You're so delirious and cock drunk that you don't care about the trickles of cream dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your tits swollen and red, nipples so perked up they may actually start bleeding milk if he were to play with them any more, and your breasts bounce back and forth with each thrust, the jingle of the cow bell clanking loudly with no sense of tune but with all the hymns of his fucking he can give you. He snaps the garter belt strapped around you like reins, free ruling restraints that only make every bit of you even more voluptuous. Your legs are so strong, thick yet securely plastered together by his knot.

Your brows pinch together as your orgasm builds from your belly, making you arch violently against the pillow.

You pull away from the cow to take a gasp of air. Joel sticks his finger in your mouth and swirls it around. You hum in content, letting him make a mess of your drool and leftover milk spilling out, down your chin and cheeks with his thick digits. He yanks it out and licks it clean.

"Taste so fucking goo—“

"Keep fucking me with Daddys Bull cock fuck daddy I wanna get bred so fucking much wanna be your breeding little cum slut daddy fuck yes! You're so fucking huge, splitting my little moomoo pussy in half poundbreedbreedbreed daddy want all your cummies inside!"

"Fucked ya so dumb. All that ‘no baby, no milky talk.’ Shit! Fuck I'm gonna wreck this pussy, my fucking pussy! Nobody comes inside this sweet little womb but Daddy!"

"Just you just you daddy all yours please brand me make me yours! Oh-oh fuck Daddy yes! I’m cumming , I’m cumming so hard Daddy Bull fuck yesyesysssssyesyesyes!!!” you hiss through gritted teeth.

Your mouth parts as a silent scream is let out into the air. Joel keeps fucking you through your orgasm, his pained gasps while trying to remain sane with your convulsing walls choking his cock, sucking him in so tight he wouldn’t be able to pull out if he pried himself from you. He reaches between you to rub your clit, and your head thrashes about in overstimulation. Hard teeth latch on to your collar bone as you squirt once again all over his cock, streaming to his balls and soaking the bed and poor plushies caught in the crossfire with your naughty juices.

“There’s my slutty girl! Squirt that puss everywhere, want to stain everything with that cunt, my pretty cow girl.”

Joel’s whole body ruts into you like his life depends on it. The bed lurches violently against the wall, plushies falling over the sides like an avalanche while your battered soaked pussy takes the beating of a lifetime from the man who undoubtedly has ruined you and laid claim to your soul for the rest of your life. You hold on with the little strength you have left as he readies to empty his balls into you.

“Shit—shit—oh ff-ffuck baby—Daddy Bull is cummin—gonna breed ya SHIT oh baby,baby,babbyyyy gonna flood ya, you’re gonna take it? Gonna take all that cum—not a drop—haa-left—Gonna knock you up this time-mmmf—fuck! My good cow sluuutt—Baby give it ta me so good, Breed ya full o’me!FUCK!!”

With a final slam, Joel plunges his cock balls deep and shouts into the mattress, pumping his cum as deep into your womb as it could possibly go with thick, fertile ropes flooding every inch of space inside you.

He forces out each harsh, agitated pant into your neck, sweat sticking between the two of you. Your hips are held upright, walls fluttering with each pulse of his dick still unloading inside.

“I love you,” you whisperinto his ear, mind all hazy as you stroke his damp curls. He shudders, relaxing into your embrace, and you welcome the crushing sensation of his body on top of yours.

He pulls away to admire your barely conscious state: stockings all torn up, harness now tattered and  straps broken from their belts, the cow-eared headband snapped in half. Bruises and purple markings and love bites scattered all over your skin, your breasts the most damaged and swollen. He wonders how long it will take to fully heal, and how sensitive those little nipples are going to be for the next few days. Most importantly, he can’t tear his gaze away from the beat of your pussy lips struggling to swallow all of his creamy seed. 

You gasp out when Joel pushes his cock all the way back in, his cum spilling out the sides and coating you but trapping a good amount inside, leaving it nowhere else to go.

“I Love being your cow MooMoo plushplush,” you hum, wiggling your bum and holding him close. 

“How bout this one still?” He grabs the forgotten milker toy and brings the utters between the two of your lips.

Your tongue wraps around one utter and you start suckling the sweetness. 

Joel yanks the toy away.

“Show me.”

You open your lips so he can see the pool of milk filled to the brim, spilling over the dips of your cheeks.

He dips his tongue into your mouth and begins sucking out your split-mixed milk, kissing you passionately so you’re both gulping around each other’s tongues.

Drunk. You feel drunk off him. Off the milk. 

Eventually he pulls away so you can both breathe.

“I mean it.”

You draw away momentarily, wondering. it takes a moment to process anything that the two of you talked about while his cock still twitches in your cum-filled vagina.

You laugh when it hits you. “Yes, I’ll move in with you—“

“—You’re gonna look so fucking beautiful when you’re pregnant.”

You both pause for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles.

“Oh, I already knew that,” you taunt.

-

After you sleep for 14 hours straight, you wake up to find your tattered costume is gone, and your body completely naked. You don’t feel as achy as you expected—thanks to Joel probably massaging you in your sleep. Your cunt and breasts, however, are puffy and bruised as hell. You’ll have to restrict sexy time from Joel to just regular, Plushie-free fucking.

Speaking of, there’s an unfamiliar little guy on your bed right under your arm right now: yet another cow plushie, but it’s sooooo much softer, a bit heavier too. You turn it over and switch the little battery pack on, and the animal begins expanding and deflating with gentle breaths, its tummy warm and comforting against your body.

Joel comes in with a cup of tea  placed on your bedside before jumping on the Plushie bed. You poke his face.

“Whaaaat!”

"Joel, you know this is for babies,” you say, gesturing to the new cow breathing cow plush.

Right my babygirl.” He smiles proudly, stroking your face.

"No, like actual babies. It’s a breathing soother to help them sleep. Did you not notice what section you were in when you bought it?”

He looks ahead at the wall for a briefly, revisiting the memory. “Ya know what, that might be why the lady asked if it was for a girl, and I said ya my girl. N’ then she asked 'how old' and I told her ya age and she gave me a weird look.”

Your eyes squeeze tight as you fall back in a fit of cackles. “You were literally in the baby section Joel."

"Ain't all these plushies for kids anyway?” He gestures to the pink, purple, frilly, soft, funny faced squish stuffed animals you have on your bed. “What’s the difference?”

You switch the heavy cow animal on again and the cow starts slowly inflating then deflating with each breath. 

He gets all amazed like the marvels of today's technology far exceed his imagination. “Holy shit it got a real heart in there! No wonder it cost me 60 bucks.”

“Pretty sure a real heart would cost more than 60.”

“Mmm, cost me even more to keep yours.” 

You glance over at Tomm—ahem, Teddy—sitting upright in the corner of the room, the dildo still strapped around his crotch, and at Mr. Oinkers who’s jittery fun was sometimes too much to handle, and at Valentine Puppy that has a permanent white streak in his hair when you tried washing out Joel’s cum, and at every other plush on this bed that has occupied an ever growing space in Joel’s horny head below the waist.

“I don’t love you just cuz of the plushies, you know.”

“Oh? I’ll take them all back then, since ya don’t appreciate—“

“No!” You cry desperately. “I—I love them.” You cold your cow plush close and kiss his head.

 Joel curls up next to you and spoons your body. “But I love you too. Just you.”

He hums in agreement. “I know you do. Who else would dress like that just for fun?”

You cringe at the image of the destroyed cow garter that sits helplessly on the floor. Definitely cost waaaaaay more than $60.

“I can’t wait to move in,” you mumble into the pillow.

“Oh—about that.” 

You lean back and meet his gaze. Was it a farce? Did he not actually want you to move in? Was it jut to get you excited for sex last night? You already feel your heart shattering, knowing its gonna take more than 60 bucks to put it back together—

“While you were sleeping…I brought all my shit here already. Cancelled my lease this month and packed for weeks. Figured it be easier than making you have to pack all your little fluffy bitches in boxes—”

“Well they wouldn’t go in boxes, they’d be buckled up in seatbelts.”

“Exactly my point. Would have been a nightmare trying to move you.”

You slap his shoulder.

“Um… what if I said no?”

“Oh…” the thought never actually crossed his mind that you’d say no.

You laugh again, kissing his jaw reassuringly. “Kidding, Bull Daddy.”

He grumbles into your back and kisses the back of your head. His big meaty paws rub over your thighs, the little dents from the strap still ghosting your skin, trailing up over your belly that he can’t wait to see swell one day, even if not any time soon, and snaking up to your aching chest—

“Don’t you dare touch my fucking tits.”

10 minutes later, you catch Joel’s cuddling the breathing cow right next to his face, snoring soundly as it exhales next to him. you kiss the tip of his noses and burrow yourself closer to your sleeping giant.

It really does help babies sleep.

- - - -

Notes: this ended up being waaaaaaay longer than I thought holy heck.

Bonus of Joel x Preggo reader thot in the plushies saga

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I love how soft and round ur Wade is so much he gets drawn as Shredded™ FAR too much. He’s a huggable girl! Grabbable. Bitable, even.

BIG fan of wade wilson getting all soft in the middle after he quits mercenary work in the same way an athlete gets immediately chubby after retiring