#stuck in a wall

[vialofpink]

stubborn

(uncensored) Aftermath:

[preylock]

Oh no! I'm stuck in a wall! ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

What would you guys do to help? ♡

[libby-for-life]

Hope you all enjoy this little one-shot.

Adam knew he wasn't very smart, or at least deep down that is, so when he tried to go out the window to get outside faster, he inevitably got stuck. "Damn it!" Adam yelled his ass too big to go through the window. Was he going to be stuck here until someone at the hotel found him like this?! He would rather die again!

Unfortunately for Adam, or maybe fortunately depending on how you looked at it, Lucifer was already on his way to see him. He had a surprise but he was not expecting Adam to gift him with the amazing sight of his ass shaking, stuck in a window.

Lucifer chuckled at the sight of Adam struggling to get through. He approached him and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, still smirking.

Adam couldn't see him though and continued to struggle, his ass jiggling for Lucifer to see as he tried to heave himself out. Lucifer watched as Adam failed to get and he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. He found the situation rather amusing and arousing if he were being honest.

"W-what?! Who the fuck was that!?" Adam yelled, not liking the idea of not being able to see who was laughing. Damn it, if it was Alastor...

Lucifer stepped forward and stood right behind Adam. “Oh, you didn’t know I was here?” He said with a smirk, his voice laced with a flirtatious tease.

Lucifer. Okay...as embarrassing as it was, he could work with that. They've been sleeping together for what, a few months now? That had to count for something.

"Don't just stand there! Get me out!"

Lucifer chuckled again and stepped even closer to Adam, his body almost touching his. “Oh, I’ll get you out alright, but first…” He leaned in close to Adam and whispered. “I want to have some fun.” It came out like a rumble and it made Adam shiver.

Fun?! What?! Everyone could see them! He tried to kick at Lucifer, anything to get the fucker away from him while he was stuck in the window. "Don't you dare!" But a part of him wasn't really trying. A part of him was excited.

Lucifer easily dodged Adam’s kick, laughing as he did so. He then grabbed Adam’s legs and held them still. “Oh, no one’s gonna see us. Everyone’s busy. It’s just you and me here.” He said, his grip on Adam’s legs tightening. Lucifer didn't know if that was true but he suddenly wanted to have Adam right now.

"Color."

"G-green."

Lucifer smirked again, enjoying the power he had over Adam in this moment. He let go of Adam’s legs and slowly ran his hands up his thighs, his touch lingering on his skin. “You know, I always thought you had a nice ass.” He said, his voice low and seductive. Those pants would have to go soon.

Adam was blushing hard. Holy shit. This was happening while he was stuck inside a window. He let out a whimper.

Lucifer smirked as he heard the whimper, his hands continuing to roam over Adam’s body. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Adam’s ass. “Aww, is someone getting flustered?” He teased, his hands moving up to Adam’s hips and squeezing them.

Adam shook his head, his hands covering his mouth. He wasn't enjoying this! He..., oh heaven help him he was.

Lucifer snorted, noticing Adam’s reaction. “Don’t deny it. I can feel your body trembling under my touch.” He said, his hands slowly moving to Adam’s waistband. He toyed with the fabric, his fingers teasingly slipping underneath it.

Lucifer smirked at the sound of Adam’s gasp and whimper. He continued to tease him, his hands moving further down into his pants. He leaned in closer, his lips grazing against Adam’s ass. “You’re so sensitive, it’s adorable.” He growled, his voice an octave lower than normal.

Adam yelped when he felt Lucifer’s hands rip his pants off leaving him in his red underwear. Lucifer took a step back to admire the sight in front of him. “Now that’s a pretty view.” He said, his eyes roaming over Adam’s body.

And it was. Adam’s ass was something to admire along with the chubby curves he had. Lucifer hummed as stepped back to toy with Adam some more.

Adam was breathing heavily, his cock straining his underwear. The teasing was getting to him and he was losing himself. Lucifer’s eyes were fixated on Adam’s body, his gaze lingering on his curves and the way his body moved with each breath. “You’re so plump… I could just eat you up.” He said, his voice filled with desire.

Lucifer smirked as he heard the moan, his ego boosted by the reaction. He stepped closer again, his hands roaming over Adam’s body once more, this time with more purpose. “You like that, huh? You like being my chubby baby?” He whispered, his breath hot against Adam’s skin.

Adam nodded and yelped again when he felt teeth tease the elastic band of his underwear. Lucifer chuckled at the yelp, enjoying the way Adam responded to his touch. He tugged on the elastic band again with his teeth, letting it snap back against Adam’s skin. “You’re so sensitive… I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make.” He said, his voice filled with a mixture of teasing and desire.

Adam could do nothing but moan greedily when the underwear was slowly slipped to his ankles. Adam blushed harder when he realized Lucifer would see everything, his bare ass, and his now free erection.

Lucifer had already seen Adam several times naked but it never ceased to make him surprised his eyes widened as he took in the sight of Adam’s bare body, his eyes raking over every inch of him. He couldn’t help but smirk as he saw Adam’s shaking body. “Damn… You’re always prettier than I imagined.” He said, his voice filled with admiration.

"P-pretty?" Adam gasped. He would never get used to the 'feminine' compliments given to him.

Lucifer chuckled and nodded, his hands moving to Adam’s hips and squeezing them gently. “Yeah, pretty. You’re so soft and curvy, it’s like you were made to be admired.” He said, his thumbs tracing small circles on Adam’s skin.

Adam was getting tired of the teasing and said, "Will you hurry up and fuck me already?!" His ass was slapped for his words making him moan.

Lucifer’s eyes darkened as he heard Adam’s words, his grip on his hips tightening. “Oh, someone’s impatient.” He said, his voice taking on a rough edge as he slapped Adam's ass again. “But I like to take my time. I want to enjoy every moment of this.”

Lucifer laughed at the way Adam clawed at the walls, his tongue teased his hole. He pushed his tongue inside, slowly and gently, his hands holding Adam’s hips in place. “Be patient, love. I’ll give you what you want soon enough.”

Lucifer licked and sucked at Adam’s hole, his tongue moving in and out with a steady rhythm. He pulled away for a moment, a smile on his face. “You taste so good, lamb. I could do this all day.” He said, his voice filled with a mix of lust and amusement.

Adam groaned an affirmative.

Lucifer hummed at the sound of Adam’s moans, his tongue resuming its movements. He could feel Adam’s body trembling, and he knew he was getting close. He pulled away again, this time standing up and leaning against the wall next to Adam. “You’re so needy, lamb. You want me that badly, huh?”

"Please! Please don't stop!" Adam begged. He was so close! "P-please fuck me already!"

Lucifer smirked at Adam’s begging, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire. “You’re so desperate. I love it when you beg.” He said, his hand moving to Adam’s ass and tilting his hips up. “Don’t worry, lamb. I’m going to give you exactly what you want. But first, I want to hear you say it again. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Adam bit his lip but forced the words out. "Please...Please fuck me...

Lucifer’s smirk widened as Adam spoke, his hand moving to his hip and rubbing it gently. “That’s a good boy.” He said, his voice low. He leaned in closer, his body pressing against Adam’s. “I’m going to make you feel so good, darling. Just hold on tight.”

Lucifer grunted as he started to thrust into Adam, his pace slow and steady at first. He wrapped his arms around Adam's stomach, holding him as close as he could while he was in the window, and moved inside him. He buried his face in Adam’s back, his breath coming out in puffs. “You feel so good, lamb. So tight and warm."

Adam tried to meet his thrusts but being stuck in the window made it difficult.

Lucifer noticed Adam’s struggle to move and chuckled softly. “It's okay, Adam. I’ll take care of everything.” He said, wrapping his arms around Adam’s waist and lifting him a bit. This gave him more leverage to thrust deeper into him, and he picked up the pace, his movements becoming more forceful and urgent.

Lucifer loved seeing Adam so lost in pleasure, completely at his mercy. He could feel the heat building up inside him as he continued to pound into him, his grip on Adam’s hips tightening. He leaned in and nibbled on Adam’s chubby folds. “You’re so perfect like this. All mine to use and enjoy.”

He felt Adam’s body shudder as he came, and he let out a low growl of satisfaction. He continued to thrust into him, chasing his own release. “That’s it. Let go. Let me hear you scream.” He said, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his climax.

Lucifer let out a loud groan as he reached his limit, his body shuddering with pleasure. He held onto Adam tightly, his grip almost bruising as he emptied himself inside him. “Fuck…” He breathed, his chest heaving.

Lucifer gently pulled out of Adam and helped him out of the window, setting him down on his feet, his arms still wrapped around him to steady him. “You okay, Adam?" He said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and amusement.

Adam just hugged Lucifer and the Devil easily picked him up. "Let's get you cleaned up."

[deviousdeliciousness]

Stuck Tiny - Story Prompt

Here's another wee blurb, this time of what could potentially happen if a Tiny gets stuck whilst trying to escape after being spotted~

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Fearful even as giant only starts to help wriggle them out while verbally sympathizing, the tiny in their panic not believing a single word.

The feel of huge, thick fingers around a fragile body, oh-so-carefully squeezing and tugging, the tiny terrified that the giant's patience is going to snap and they'll end up torn in two with a single harsh jerk of movement from those monstrously-sized digits brushing up and pressing against their thin, heaving torso.

Does the tiny pass out? Does the giant safely get them free but then not release them even as the tiny tries to escape, claiming the tiny 'owes them' now? Does the giant truly accidentally hurt the tiny while trying to get them free, a mistake that the tiny will undoubtedly find either purposeful or a sign of the giant's lack of care/self-awareness?

Who knows!!~~~~

[zeroducks-2]

Trick or treat!!

Hey sweets! You get a snippet of an abandoned WIP that I randomly found a couple days ago, while cleaning up my Sladick WIP folder lol

ask game here!

(very light sexual content, mostly teasing)

«You know I’m a mercenary.» Slade gives the vent a good look. As far as he can tell there is enough space for Grayson to slip out, so he must have gotten stuck somehow. «You could offer to pay me to help you out of there.» He adds casually, and caressing the kid's hip with a finger makes him stop squirming.

«What about you do it for free…?» Dick asks, clearly trying to land a joke, but his voice sounds more worried than ironic. «I heard you are a good guy now.»

«I’m not that good anyway.» Slade finds the rim of the bottom of his suit and sneaks a finger inside, then pulls just enough to reveal a bit of skin.

«Slade!» Dick hisses under his breath, his voice lowering considerably. «Don’t. B’s around.»

«What are you worried about? Him thinking that I’m raping you, or thinking that I’m not?» He gives a satisfied smile at Grayson’s behind, pulling down the fabric another little bit.

«Hey, quit it. You don’t know if I’m alright with this anyway.»

«I’ve been talking with your ass for five minutes, believe me I know you are into this.» Slade moves his hand to press on the bulge between Grayson’s legs, making the kid squeal in surprise. «Are you even stuck in there for real, or is this a strange way to say you’re sorry for ghosting me last time?»

«This is not what it looks like.» The young vigilante tries to withdraw in vain, and it doesn’t stop Slade from massaging his crotch. 

«Clearly,» Slade snorts. «you are not hard, I’m the one making it sexual.»

«Okay…» The kid breathes in and Slade can almost hear the sound of his brain working. «You’re angry because I ghosted you. I’m sorry about that. Can we talk about it when I’m out of here? I’ll pay you if you help me if you're really that pressed.»

«I don’t know…» Slade says vaguely, massaging the kid’s bum as well as his crotch. «I’m kind of having fun here. When am I ever going to find you sticking out of a vent like this again.»

«Oh, come on. Let me bribe you.» Dick sighs and moves his hips in Slade’s grip, giving him more access. He’s probably at the point of accepting his fate already. «I can come to your place and get stuck in the washing machine or something.»

[beautyconsumer]

Stuck in a wall filth yall for Bottom Jason Todd Week

[anon-e-miss]

Hazing - 2

Prowl raised his servo, shielding his optics from the sun beams that broke through his window. Groaning, he pushed himself up onto his elbows. His hood bounced up and Prowl flushed with shock and anger. Though he pushed it down hard, the latches would not hold. As he held his hood down with one servo, Prowl ran the other down his belly as he reached for his groin. Like his hood, the latches of his girdle had popped, no doubt from the kilolitres of transfluids someone had flooded his gestational tank with. Despite his best efforts, Prowl could not latch his girdle, even though he pressed his bloated belly so hard half processed transfluids spurt from his valve and he collapsed with a groan. Who? Who had fragged him?

He remembered the team tying him up and shoving stylus’ into his aft port, valve and spike and Prowl remembered them pushing spike rings down his spike and latching a clamp to his node. They had snickered as they had forced his charge to rise without relief, that was the sound his helm had gone blank at. Sometime later, someone had come. Not only had they come into his office, they had come in him. His panel was still pulled back and Prowl gasped as he found his valve folds tender and gaping. Just from moving a little, he knew his afthole was in a similar state. How many mechanisms had fragged him while he was out? Who? The Spec Ops agents were not large mechs. Had they fisted him to leave him in this wrecked a state.

The stench of interface hung in Prowl’s office. It stank of stale transfluids. He pushed himself up and slid off his desk, hobbling as he tried to stand. Pools of transfluids were on his desk, more were on the floor. There was no way Prowl was going to summon a cleaning crew for this. His team knew what they had done but no one else needed to. Prowl could not afford to develop that sort of reputation. It would be a fight to regain his footing with the operatives. As Prowl looked at the stylus’ scattered all over the floor, he promised himself that he would put each and every one of them in their place, all Prowl had to do was sort out how. His processor fixed on this as he scrubbed his desk and then the floor. They might have outnumbered him but who was to say he had to take them at the same time?

“Ya got a lil stain there by yer keyboard,” Jazz noted as he sauntered into Prowl’s office. Startled, Prowl sat up straight and the tape holding his hood down gave and it popped back up, almost hitting him in the face.

“Ya almost wouldn’t know,” Jazz said, putting a cube of black energon down on the stained bit of desk. “After a few cycles o’ air filtration, ya won’t smell it quite the same. But y’re gonna look at that spot ya hit wit yer trash can ‘n that one on yer desk, ‘n yer gonna remember. When ya get up, y’ll leave a puddle in your chair.”

“You,” Prowl hissed. “You fragged me.”

“It was that or had ya o’er to Pharma to get yer charge drained off,” Jazz replied. “I didn’t think ya’d like havin’ that report on yer record.”

“No,” Prowl agreed.

“Look at ya wit yer armour taped,” Jazz teased him. “Ya look like a freshmech after a college party.”

“I blame you for this,” Prowl hissed.

“Yer hood popped all on its own, Prowler,” Jazz told him. “That’s what ya get wearing a chestplate two sizes too small.”

“It is not,” Prowl countered, blushing a deep red. Jazz laughed and he flicked Prowl’s hood and it bounced up into his face again. A moment later it was gone, not down but gone. Prowl covered the whole as his wells all but spilled out of it.

“Three sizes too small then,” Jazz replied. He brushed his digit over Prowl’s nozzle. “What’s this.”

“Ack!” Prowl gasped as Jazz flashed the drop of energon at him, and then licked it off all the while keeping optic contact. He flushed with humiliation.

“They keep ya ‘way from yer bitty all dark-cycle?” Jazz asked.

“No,” Prowl replied. “The progenitor has custody.”

“Poor Prowl,” Jazz said. Prowl was frozen as Jazz peeled his chassis off him and left his engorged wells to fall free. “Wit wells this full the bitty’s gotta be pretty fresh. Ya outta still be recoverin’ not workin’.”

“Sentinel gave his orders,” Prowl replied.

“How can he give a Copbot orders?” Jazz asked. Prowl blanched. “He let one o’ his freaks breed ya, Prowler? Then give the bitty to the freak?”

“What do you care?” Prowl asked.

“Call me old fashion but I think bitties are best left with their oris ‘less that ori’s a piece o’ scrap,” Jazz replied. He leaned across the desk. “Are ya a piece o’ scrap?”

“No,” Prowl replied.

“I have to agree,” Jazz said. “Ya did good work for me ‘n mine. Every spot ya tweak in that brief was on point.”

“I am pleased your recovery mission was a success,” Prowl replied.

“It’s cute that ya mean that,” Jazz declared. “Sincerity’s an odd thing ‘round here.”

“What do you want, Jazz?” Prowl asked.

“Since ya got me ‘n mine back safe, I figured I best check up on ya,” Jazz told him. “‘N since I helped ya pop yer latches, figured I’d best help get ya sorted too.”

“Oh,” Prowl said. “Stand up, Prowler,” Jazz said. “Take that girdle off so I can take yer measurements.”

Prowl did not have to obey but it seemed foolish to refuse the help. He had been struggle to think of a way to escape back to his own barracks with his armour in such disarray. Jazz was not servos off as he took measurements, not at all. The tactician was keenly aware that this mech had fragged him but he did not remember a moment of the act. He could not stand with his legs together due to the way Jazz had ravaged him. How did a mech a full helm shorter than Prowl possess a spike that could do that sort of damage? Jazz brushed his digits over Prowl’s belly, over the stretch marks that glared on his sentio-metallico. It was less loose now, because of the transfluids Jazz had filled him with but it was still soft.

“I couldn’t even tell ya’d just popped out a bitty,” Jazz told him. “Ya healed well from it.”

“I heal quickly,” Prowl replied.

“On the surface,” Jazz replied and Prowl’s optics narrowed. “Ya can’t play meek wit me, Prowler, I work wit ya. Ya put yerself under his thumb ‘cause ya know yer only chance to e’er see yer bitty is through ‘m. Yer spark sick.”

“My spark is none of your concern,” Prowl countered.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Jazz said. “I like what yet processor can do. Don’t let it break on me.”

“No one and nothing can break me,” Prowl replied.

“Those afts out there are in for an education,” Jazz guessed.

“Stay out of my way,” Prowl insisted. “Or you’ll learn the same lesson alongside them.”

Jazz did not ask Prowl’s opinions for his armour. When he returned with it, well after the usual work joor was over, Prowl sighed at the sight of it. It was snugger to his frame than his old armour, though it was also properly fitted. Adjustable panels allowed for the armour to hug his belly now and still hug it when it had gone flat. His chestplate hugged his wells too, instead of compressing them. Jazz installed something in his subspace and a remote in Prowl’s arm. When Jazz flicked a switch, Domes covered Prowl’s wells, behind his hood, and started to pump. Energon flowered from his aching nozzles. Prowl’s cheekplates flushed.

“Ya don’t wanna let these dry up,” Jazz explained, lightly patting Prowl’s hood. “Yer gonna wanna fuel yer bitty when ya get yer chance wit’m.”

“I have no way to know that will ever happen,” Prowl said, feeling teary suddenly. “Tarantulas is his favourite madmech.”

“Sentinel goes through favourites like most mecha go through towels,” Jazz replied. “Y’ll get yer bitty. Now go home.”

“You do not want to take your due?” Prowl asked.

“Am I due ya, Prowler?” Jazz asked.

“Are you not?” Prowl countered.

“We’ll see,” Jazz replied. He patted Prowl’s back. “Go home.”

Taking a more winding route through the Primal palace, Prowl walked past the mess hall. At this joor, it should have been been empty but a dozen or more mech were milling about. Prowl peered in through the doorway as there was a... shift change between the crowd by the energon dispenser. From the puddle of transfluids and lubricants, Treadbolt had seen a great deal of action already. As he had spiked Prowl’s energon to make him more complascent, Prowl had spiked his. He had slapped on of Wheeljack’s failed ops weapons on the Seeker and then waited for his moment. When the Seeker had tumbled against the wall, Prowl had activated the weapon and Treadbolt had fallen through the wall but only part way, leaving his lower half in the mess.

How long he had been stuck there before someone had taken advantage, Prowl did not know. The Seeker had told Prowl to remember his place, beneath him, beneath all. He was only a Praxian after all. Prowl was curious as to his state and peered into the kitchen on the other side of the wall. Someone else had thought to look here and they were fragging Treadbolts face and recording the act as he ordered Treadbolt to swallow every drop and the Seeker did as he clung to the thigh plating of his abuser. Seekers considered themselves superior to grounders. All ground frametypes existed to serve and to please them. It must have galled Treadbolt to be stuck pleasing grounder spike. His cockpit had popped open, so full of grounder cum as he was. Prowl left his fate. The conductor of his humiliation had been handled, now the rest remained.

[arcanefallowcottonbranch]

I got stuck in a wall

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Crossover Stud AU

What if Makoto Naegi was a trainer and when he comes to visit his four friends that he met during his journey of the region... he sees them like this? How does each of the four react when they realize that he is seeing their asses like the pic?

Lusamine: "Put a baby in me."

Nessa: "Try anything with me and I will end your career.

Cynthia: "Could you be a dear and help me out and I will reward you with a good time~"

Hilda: "Makoto. Get the hell out of here right now!"

Makoto:

[thatsmutaccount]

UPDATE: New Logan the himbo chapter!

Yup, if you noticed I spammed the Logan's chapters a bit in these days and it was because of this.

This chapter focus on a new part time job our dear Logan just got and everything that it brings.

As I wrote a couple of days ago this chapter in particular has a trope I always liked but I was never able to write about, mostly because it's really difficult in my opinion and easier to put it out as a drawing, which is the "Stuck in a Wall" trope. I'm happy with the way it came out and I hope you'll enjoy it as well ^.^

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CHAPTER SUMMARY: Logan loves sports. And Logan loves taking care of children. So what best job for someone like him than being an assistant coach for a group of elementary school children?

Of course, problems and unforeseen events are always around the corner, but luckily the new coach he met, coach Romano, is always there to help him, even and especially if he ends up being a little bit stuck.

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WARNINGS: Stuck in a Wall (it's the name of the trope, he is not literally stuck in a wall);Groping, Anal Sex; Rimming; Ass Eating; Ass Worship; Spit as Lube; Sweat Kink; slight Voyeurism; Semi-Public Sex; Cumming Untouched

[theeternalghost]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Kuwabara Kazuma/Original Character(s) Characters: Kuwabara Kazuma, Original Non-Human Character(s) Words: 1737 Additional Tags: Gang Rape, Forced Orgasm, Oviposition, Stuck in a Wall, It's a wall of vines but hey, Vines, Creampie Series: Part 7 of Kinktober 2023 Summary:

Plantlife. Kuwabara’s well aware of how dangerous it can be; he is friends with Kurama, after all. Taking cover had been more important, though, and ducking into the underbrush had seemed like his best option at the time

[gokustormofficial22]

I got my warrior's fat pandaren ass stuck in a wall. (GG me.)

I do not want to die but I need to escape. I just want to keep my dignity! Please.. ;^;

[laughingshadows]

So I noticed in Adams office at the Heaven Embassy there are Angels mounted in weird positions on the walls like deer head trophies…I can’t stop thinking about Adam using them like guys do in those stuck in a wall mangas or help step bro I’m stuck stories😭💀😂

[xavmaldonian]

Commission done for Tankaa-Emil, featuring their Kaiju, Zerstorer

Big guy finally found a place he can relax and be comfortable in. He helped himself quite a bit to the walk-in fridge, that's for sure.

Not to worry, with three adult level Digimon pushing and pulling, we'll be able to get him out soon enough!...hopefully