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ghost-of-winters-past · 3 years

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can’t blame me for falling (when you look at me like that)

summary: On the road to see your old childhood friends with Bucky, you found yourself wishing you’d never reach your destination. Oh, the line between friendship and love could be so thin, especially when Bucky kept looking at you like that.

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings/synopsis: AU, mutual pining, swear words, another friends to lovers because honestly we love to see it. Requested by the wonderful @barnesbabyy You have no idea how much fun I had writing this! Feel free to request again whenever! (4.3k words) Also, I have a smutty part 2. Raise your hands if you want it.

"Fucking hell." The black duffel bag stuffed to the brim with clothes, toiletries and a few bags of chips hit the ground with a heavy thud. The zipper had only closed halfway so that the football tricot you had thrown in last was still sticking out of it. Waving your arms in the air like some kind of flightless bird, you tried to get back control of your body while your feet were busy sliding over the iced patch on the New York sidewalk. "You okay over there?" Bucky sent you a bemused look, his tousled, brown hair sticking into every direction due to just waking up. "No. I almost just died!" you shot back with a dark look after finally managing to not smack face-first onto the street. Muttering a few obscene swear words, you took Bucky’s offered hand and let him help you off the slippery ice. "Yeah, looked pretty bad. Was already planning which headstone I was gonna buy you." "Haha, really funny." "Admit it, you would miss me," you then added and watched Bucky picking up your bag from the pavement. "Jesus Christ, woman. What’s in this thing?" he groaned and still hauled it into the car trunk as if it weighed absolutely nothing. Show-off. "Just some essentials," you shrugged and went to round the car so you could finally get on the road when Bucky suddenly opened the bag and started to dig through its contents. "Hey! Get your filthy paws out of my stuff!" "What the hell do you need five king-sized packs of Reese’s Cups for?" he asked with a raised brow and an amused smirk tugging on his pink lips. "You know we’re only gone for like five days, right?" With flaring nostrils, you ripped the sweets from his grasp. "One for every day! And now you’re not gonna get any of these, congratulations!" you huffed, pushed him to the side with your elbow and stuffed the candy back into your bag. Beside you, you could hear Bucky laughing, a deep rumbling belly laugh that made something flutter in your stomach. Maybe you had caught his flu after he kept annoying you to take care of him last week, insisting he couldn’t leave the bed and needed someone to make him soup and bring him lemon tee every two hours. Normally you would have just told him to suck it up and quit being a baby like he always did when you were sick, but when he had looked at you like that with his stupid big blue ocean eyes you just couldn’t say no.

"Can we leave now? There’s supposed to be a lot of traffic and I wanna at least get to North Carolina before sundown." You didn’t even wait for his answer and just slid into the passenger seat where you had already bunkered some water bottles and salty pretzels. Just in case you or Bucky would get car sick. You were already buckling up and hoisting your socked feet up onto the dashboard after kicking off your boots. With a little sigh, Bucky got into the driver's seat. A groan rolled over his lips when he saw your propped-up feet. "Get your smelly feet off my dashboard." "My feet don’t smell, asshat," you said, stretching to reach the radio to try to connect your phone cable. From the corner of your eye, you could see Bucky shaking his head before starting the engine and mumbling something along the lines of being rude to the person chauffeuring you along half of the American east coast under his breath. Miley Cyrus' deep voice started to blare through the speakers and you could hear Bucky’s annoyed sigh, but chose to ignore it. Everybody knew the person in the passenger seat had the power over the music. "Let’s go!" you yelled and put on your sunglasses as Bucky expertly wove into traffic. There were at least nine hours of road ahead of you for today and you couldn’t wait to get going. The sooner you left, the sooner you could finally see Sam and Steve again.

"Hey, let’s play a game!" you excitedly suggested after about thirty minutes of driving. Bucky chuckled. "If that means you turn off the music, I’m in." You turned the music down. "Okay. Fuck, marry, kill." Bucky threw his head back, groaning annoyed. "That’s not the driving game I was thinking of," he said. You shrugged. "Don’t care. You start. Sam, Steve and me. Go." Giggling when he threw his head back again and let out an even louder groan, you turned around to face him and crossed your legs on the seat. "First of all: Kill Sam. That’s not even a question." Agreeing, you nodded your head. "I really don’t wanna answer the rest." "Oh come on!" you yelled and playfully shook his shoulder. "No!" he yelled back, a laugh rolling over his lips right after. "Bucky!" "Okay, okay!" Grinning, you watched him think about his answer for a while. His eyes wandered over to you for a few seconds, his cheeks reddening a little. "Say it!" "I refuse!" "Bucky, say it!" "Don’t force me to do this!" "Say it!" "Fuck and marry you, dammit!" It was dead silent. You were confused. "That’s not-" "I’m not gonna do shit with Steve! I’m either gonna fuck and marry you or nobody at all!" Slapping your hand over your mouth, you tried to hold in your laugh. "That’s not what I meant," he mumbled, embarrassed. "You love me," you started to tease him, dragging out the love in a high voice. "No. In fact, I’m gonna throw you outta the car right now." Bucky started violently pushing at your upper arm. "Get your fucking eyes back on the road!" you yelled and slapped his hands away, trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard that your eyes had teared up.

You had been sitting in the car for just over three hours when you had to make your first pit stop to get gas. Passing through most of Pennsylvania with just a few complications due to traffic, you were now just about half an hour away from crossing the border to Maryland. You were currently filling up the tank while Bucky escaped to the toilet. He had complained about needing to pee for at least 45 minutes, and you had just blown him off by reminding him that he should have gone before you left New York this morning. He was like a little child, telling you that he didn’t need to pee this morning so he didn’t go and when you had noticed the almost empty tank, you had let him wobble off while taking care of getting gas. "You want me to drive for a while?" you asked as you saw him coming back towards the car, a content look on his face. "Nah, I’m still good. You can drive tomorrow." "Okay, I’m just gonna pay real quick and then we can hit the road again," you said, putting the tank cap back into place and grabbing your wallet from the passenger seat.

Waiting in line to pay, your gaze wandered out of the big shop windows onto Bucky. He was standing in front of the open car door, languidly stretching his arms above his head so that the hem of his blue shirt kept riding up. Even from the distance, your breath hitched a little as you saw the toned sliver of skin that was now exposed to the cold February air. You had seen him without a shirt many times, and every time you had to suppress the need to run your hands over his defined muscles. Constantly you had to remind yourself that friends usually didn’t do that. The veins in his arms were almost bulging out, and you could have kept watching him for ages if the cashier wouldn’t have cleared his throat at that moment and ripped you from your observations. You put a bar of chocolate and a bottle of coke on the counter and proceeded to pay before heading back to Bucky. He was now sitting in the car again, his feet dangling out the open door and typing away on his phone. He quickly put it away when he saw you approaching.

"Can you gimme the chocolate?" he asked after getting back on the highway. "Not when you’re driving, you’re gonna kill us!" He sighed exasperated, knowing you were referring to the one time the two of you were driving upstate and he almost swerved off the street trying to open a bag of skittles. "It was one time, get over it!" You let out a little scream as he tried to reach for the chocolate in your hands, the car immediately swaying a little to the right. "Okay! I’m gonna give you a piece when you put both hands back on the wheel. Ten and two o’clock, mister!" Bucky let out a little huff, opening his mouth to complain when you held a piece of chocolate in front of his mouth. Not taking his eyes off the road, he gently closed his lips around it. The pillowy skin grazed your fingertips, sending an electrocuting tingle up your arm and then down your spine. You could feel your heart thrumming in your chest as you slowly lowered your arm. Clearing your throat, you got back to stuffing your own and suddenly very hot feeling face with chocolate.

You had been watching fields and trees passing you by with your arm propped up on the car window. After your little gas stop, it had been silent between you two. When Bucky had looked over to you after another hour of driving, he found you sound asleep with your head resting on the cold window. A small smile spread on his lips when he heard your quiet snoring. Careful, he first slipped one arm out of the sleeve of his brown jacket, then the other one before placing it over you as a makeshift blanket, not even taking his gaze off the road once. From the corner of his eye, he could see you pulling the jacket up to your chin in your sleep, a content sigh escaping your pretty lips. His eyes flickered over to your thigh, fingers itching to reach out and place his hand on the soft fabric of your sweat pants. But he didn’t know if you would be okay with it, even though you’d probably not notice. So he restrained himself and gripped onto the steering wheel tighter, focusing on the road again.

You didn’t know how much time exactly had passed, but when you woke up, it was already getting dark outside. Yawning, you stretched your arms above your head, promptly bumping into the car ceiling. In the process, the jacket slipped down your torso. Confused, you looked over to Bucky. "Hey, sleepyhead," he said and sent a warm smile in your direction. "Hey," you grumbled back, your voice still thick with sleep and yawned again. You could feel the cold seeping through to you, so you decided to slip into Bucky’s jacket. The smell of mint and his aftershave, something woodsy and warm, surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but take a deep breath. How did he always smell so good? "Where are we?" "Just a few miles outside of North Carolina," he said. "You hungry? I saw a sign for a 24-hour diner a few minutes ago," he then added. "I could go for a burger." "You got it, doll." Warmth spread through your chest when you heard the nickname he usually just reserved for women he tried to pick up at your local bar. You just hoped he didn't hear your heart beating in your chest. Clearing your throat, you let your gaze wander out of the window again, letting Bucky's delicious smell fill your nose, almost lulling you back to sleep.

There were just two other cars parked in front of the retro diner when Bucky killed the engine. It was dark now, the cold air filling the car as soon as you opened the door. Burying your hands deep into the pockets of his jacket, you followed him to the entrance. "Thanks." Bucky noticed the red hue that was spreading on your cheeks when he held the door open for you, his heart doing a little jump when he saw how cute you looked in his jacket. It was a good few numbers too big on you, the sleeves bunching up around your wrists and its length covering up your butt. His head shot back up immediately when he realized he was checking out your ass, something he usually didn’t do. I mean, he had noticed you had a nice ass. Many times. And yes, admittedly, he had caught his hand reaching out to give it a good hard slap every now and then, but that’s just what best friends did, right? Right? That didn’t mean he was actually checking you out. He was just…observing.

A waitress motioned you over to a free booth at a window. She handed you two menus as you sat down and quickly took your drink order before leaving you to decide on food. "I need something greasy," you stated with a longing look at the cheese fries that were displayed on the plastic-wrapped cards. When Bucky didn’t say anything, you lifted your eyes from the menu and found him staring at you with a thoughtful look, his tongue running over his plump lips. "What?" "You just look so damn good in my clothes," he said, his voice a few octaves deeper than usual. Goosebumps spread over your arms when you watched him biting his bottom lip. Then he suddenly seemed to snap out of it, eyes widening a little before clearing his throat and hiding his face behind the menu. Even if you had known what to say, you physically couldn't bring yourself to even utter a word. Your throat was suddenly so dry that you greedily took a big gulp of the water the waitress had just placed in front of you. Awkward silence took over after ordering your food. "So, are we gonna stop for a motel soon?" "Let’s just take the first one we see, yeah?" Nodding your agreement, you started to play with the sleeve of his jacket. Then it was silent once again. Thankfully it didn’t take too long for your food to arrive, and once you started to dig in, Bucky’s comment from earlier was long forgotten.

"Shit, this is amazing," you said in between bites, an appreciative moan leaving your lips when you bit into the juicy burger. "You have a little something. Right there." Bucky motioned to your mouth, a little laugh tumbling from his lips when you tried to reach the cheesy spot with the tip of your tongue. "Wait. Let me." Reaching out over the table, his thumb moved to the corner of your lips. You could feel your heart stop for a second as you looked up into his wide blown eyes. Something was different. You didn’t just see it in the blue of his eyes, you could feel it in the air. Bucky’s thumb stilled, pulling down your bottom lip as his eyes settled on the sight of his thumb resting on the delicate skin of your lips. Without even a second thought, your tongue shot out, licking the cheese from his fingertip. "Fuck," you heard him curse quietly, a shaky breath escaping his mouth. Your eyes widened in shock and a weird feeling settled deep in your stomach. "I need to pee."

Jumping from your seat, his hand fell from your face. You could feel his stare on you as you ran off to the restroom, inwardly cringing at your own words. A hand came to rest on the spot he had touched after you had locked yourself in one of the stalls. Staring at the beige tile, you could not believe what had just happened. It was almost as if your brain had short-circuited. You didn’t even realize what you were doing until you had already tasted the salt of his fries on his fingertip. Convinced that you had just ruined your friendship, you sat down on the closed toilet seat, burying your head in your hands. You still had to spend at least ten more hours crammed in the car with him, and you could already imagine the awkwardness. Why? Why did you have to act this weird? It’s not like you had confidently decided to suck his finger into your mouth, your body had just acted on its own. He must have been thinking you’re a freak now. I mean, who did this kind of thing?Realizing that things would only get weirder the longer you hid from him, you tried to calm your nerves and slow down your breath. You were almost sure you were close to the brink of a panic attack, but maybe you were just overreacting.

Bucky was staring out of the big window next to the table, absently playing with his fingers. He could still feel your tongue running over his fingertip. Groaning, he shifted in his seat and pressed his eyes together. But all that came to his mind was the way you had looked up to him through your lashes while your tongue had been wrapped around his thumb. "Fuck," he muttered again, knowing he couldn’t just forget what it had felt like. Where did this suddenly come from? Initially, all he wanted to do was wipe the melted cheese from the corner of your mouth, but it was as if his own body had betrayed him. He hadn’t even realized what he had done until he could feel the warmth of your mouth. His eyes shot open again and he found your approaching reflection in the mirror. He could already see the uncomfortable look on your face. Immediately he felt guilty. You didn’t say anything when you sat down, just reaching for your burger and calmly starting to eat again. So he did the same, his eyes glued to the silver table and an awkward silence between you two.

Bucky wordlessly paid for dinner and silently followed you back to the car. You didn’t even dare to argue with him about paying for you. Hell, you didn’t even look at him anymore. He was almost 100% sure he had ruined your friendship. You drove about another twenty minutes before finding a decent motel and booking two rooms for the night. "Well, night then," you said with a timid smile, not really meeting his eyes, once you were stood outside of your room. "Good night," he responded and let out a sigh when you shut the door. It was not even nine o’clock, usually the two of you would hang out a little longer, but he could understand that you didn’t want to see him. He felt horrible for backing you into the corner like that. He had been laying on the bed for what felt like an eternity, his thoughts jumping between the fact that you were childhood friends and literally had seen each other in diapers, and the feeling you had evoked when you had looked at him like that. He could not deny the tingle in his bones when he had felt the warmth of your tongue. And it really shouldn’t affect him like this. After all, he had done way more intimate things with women, but when he now thought about it, he realized that he hadn’t brought one home in a long while. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time he picked up a pretty girl from the club or the bar. He would rather leave with you, getting a coffee at midnight or playing video games at your apartment until the sun would rise. You just gave him this feeling he couldn’t even put into words. But he had never felt like this with anybody else. Even now, when there was a thin motel wall separating you two, he could feel your presence. It was as if his mind was desperately trying to reach out to yours, craving to intertwine itself with you. Bucky shot up when he realized it. Fuck it, he decided. He was out the door in seconds.

You were sitting on the bed absently playing with your phone, your chin propped up on the palm of your hand. The beige wallpaper suddenly seemed extremely interesting. You groaned as you tossed your phone aside and let yourself fall back into the mattress. The hungry look in Bucky’s eyes had imprinted itself on the back of your mind, making itself comfortable there. You didn’t think you could ever forget the way he had looked at you, the way he had tasted. Letting out a quiet scream into your hands you threw your head from left to right. No, this was a bad idea, you decided. But what if- You didn’t even allow yourself to complete that thought. There’s just no way he had felt the air change around you back in that diner too. There’s just no way his heart had been beating like crazy too ever since. But what if it had? You didn’t know what to think, you just knew one thing. If you didn’t get off your ass and ask him, you would never know. And probably go crazy. You clumsily stumbled over your bag that was lying in front of the bed on your way to the door. You were almost completely sure of what you were about to do, but you didn’t have any more time to think about it, because when you pulled the door open, Bucky was already standing there.

It was as if you both finally stopped thinking altogether. Your bodies were gravitating towards each other as if you had never done anything else in your life. You could feel his warm lips pressing onto yours with the same desperation you felt. Eyes closed, your hands buried in his short locks, you pulled him as close to you as possible, and shamelessly pushed your body into his, the two of you moulding together perfectly. A shiver ran up your spine when you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, a little sigh escaping your lips. It was as if all the tension left your limbs as soon as you tasted him on your tongue. Hurriedly you led him back into your room, not daring to let off his lips for even a second. The door slammed shut behind you before Bucky’s hands gripped onto your waist. You could feel his lips spelling out your name against yours, his beard pleasantly scratching at your skin, a quiet moan following when you tugged at his hair. His hands wandered down to your hips, pulling your lower half into his, and you obediently melted into him. "Should we talk about-" he mumbled against your lips. "Stop. Just-just stop talking," you groaned out, the kiss too amazing to ruin it with a serious conversation. He happily obliged, pushing you deeper into the room until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you tumbled onto the sheets in a giggly mess of tangled limbs. For tonight you agreed to stop thinking about what could possibly happen after this and gave into what your bodies and minds so desperately craved for.

"There you are! Oh man, I’ve missed you guys! Come, give me a hug!" Sam had a huge smile plastered on his face as he pulled Bucky and you into a greeting hug. "It’s been ages!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Looking good, Sam!" you complimented him smiling and giving his arm a gentle squeeze. "Guys! Look at you!" A grin tugged at Buckys lips as he pulled Steve into a brotherly hug, slapping his back lightly. "You ready to watch the big game?" you asked the tall blonde and found him showing you his blinding teeth. "Hell yeah. It’s not every day that the Giants play in the Super Bowl!" "Do you need help with your stuff?" Sam asked, but before you could say anything, Bucky shook his head. "We’re good. You wouldn’t be able to lift her bag anyway," he teased him and just earned himself a light smack on the back of his head from you. Even in the setting sunlight, his eyes twinkled a little as he fondly looked down at you. Sam and Steve were already making their way back inside the house while the two of you started to unload the trunk.

"Here, let me." Bucky gently took the bag from you and shouldered it. "What a gentleman," you grinned up at him, almost getting lost in the sweet look in his baby blue eyes. "For you, always." He slowly leaned down to you, as you gently placed your palm over his chest, right where his heart was beating in an elevated, steady rhythm. "Now I just need to kill Sam and marry you to complete my list," he joked, referencing your driving game from yesterday. Immediately your face felt like it was on fire. "And there we go, back to being a pig." "Come on, you love it." Yeah, you did. You had never seen the type of smile now displayed on his face before. His eyes roamed over your entire face as if he tried to commit it all to memory, right hand resting low on your back, just over the swell of your ass. "Say it again," you then whispered, your face only inches away from his. "Don’t know what you mean, doll." Clicking your tongue on the roof of your mouth, you smacked his chest. "Say it. Need to hear it again." A lazy grin took over his handsome features. Bucky lowered his lips onto yours, but before you could kiss him properly, he moved them over your cheek, down to your neck and then back up again, where he found that place right under your ear. He placed a quick, loving kiss onto the spot he had already marked repeatedly last night, your trembling legs almost giving out under you. His lips grazed the shell of your ear, making you shiver excitedly as he whispered the words he had traced and mumbled into your skin at least a million times the night before. "I love you."

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gr0vndz3ro · 4 years

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Hypnosis

Cop!Bakugou x Villain!Reader(NSFW)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Cursing, forced sub!bakugou, dom! reader, dub con, bondage because if you think im writing a cop au and not use hand cuffs youre dead wrong, choking, degradation, spit, oral, overstimulation, gagging, hair pulling, unprotected sex

Word count: 3973

A/N: Me and @1-800-callmekatsuki were thirsting over bakugou for hours and I HAD to write this. I ended up getting really into this so it ended up being a little longer than I expected but I hope y’all enjoy. Also this is the photo that got this whole fic started. The art is not mine.

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A little side note I’ve gotten a few comments in regards to the current situation going on in the US and trust me I get it, but this blog is just a place for me to personally escape the things going on irl. I wasn’t writing this in correlation to anything going on and I’m sorry if people think this is bad timing but this story is free of any personal opinion and just something fun for people to read. I want my blog to be for other people what it is for me, just something to enjoy. If for any reason this story bothers you I’m really sorry🥺🥺 I’m just a horny girl who just want to write smut and I think fbi/ cop bakugou is hot 😭 If reading anything in regards to a cop (even when not negative) is something that bothers you then please feel free to keep scrolling. I don’t take any offense to people not liking this, but I did work hard on this and for those of you do read it I hope you guys enjoy it. ❤️

Arms crossed against his broad chest, Katsuki scoffed at the briefing he was just given by his chief. The criminal that the precinct had just managed to catch was believed to be tied to the League of Villains. Y/N Y/L/N, her quirk was called Sirens Song. She’s able to control men with just the sound of her voice. She had been caught trying to smuggle weapons, thought to be for the L.O.V, in a boat that she stole from two unfortunate men that happened to cross her path.

This whole thing was a waste of his time, he could be out there trying to find the actual threats. Instead he was in this meeting, listening to the description of just another wannabe villain. When the chief had finished with the case details, Katsuki got up from the chair, ready to go back to his patrol when the man spoke up again.

“We are going to be keeping her in holding for a few days to try to get as much information we can get out of her to see if she’s the connection to the League that we’ve been looking for. On the screen you will see a list of the interrogation times and who goes when, as well as who will be covering what over night watch shift. After you have checked for your name you are free to go.”

Rolling his eyes, the blond walks over to the board and sees he is set as the over night guard for tonight. He clenches his jaw, instead of being able to go home after a long day, he’s forced to work all night. Watching some criminal trying to pass as a real target. He whips his head to his boss, stomping over.

“Oi, what the hell is this supposed to be huh?! You got me working for 24 hours, ain’t that illegal or some shit?” Not being able to control his anger at the situation.

“Officer Bakugou I see that you’ve taken a look at the board. Don’t worry about the work load, you’ve been assigned to a fairly peaceful district so there shouldn’t be to much strain on you. If there any other problems you have I would recommend biting your tongue. You’re already on thin ice this week due to you run in with Officer Midoriya. Be grateful you are involved in this case in anyway. Now if that will be all.” The chief says not allowing Katsuki the time to interject, leaving afterwards to go to his office.

Left there grinding his teeth, he holds back his dying urge to curse the man out and leaves the building to start his “easy” patrol. He hated easy days, it wasn’t what he had joined for. He wanted to hunt down bad guys and make them suffer for what they did. He wanted to put away thugs and criminals, not right a ticket for an unpaid parking meter. I’m to good of a cop to be a fucking meter maid. His jaw firm as he thinks about the cases other stations were working on. The good that he could be doing if he wasn’t here, having his talent go to waste. Saving people was what he wanted to do, be the hero that saves the day. But all because of his temper, he now had the “easy” shift.

He pulled back into the station at 10 pm to start the over night watch. mostly everyone had gone home, except for the few stragglers finishing up their last amounts of paperwork for the week. He heads to the break room to grab something quick to eat when the chief walked into the room.

“There is a few things I wanted to tell you about your shift tonight and about the situation at hand. The suspect quirk is very powerful, while the room they’re in cancels quirks, the effects of hers can still be felt to some degree. They are no where near her normal strength and more of a temptation that most are able to snap out of after a few seconds. Do not under estimate her Bakugou, do you hear me? I will not be filling a missing suspect report because you are to arrogant to follow commands.” The chief explain to him, belittling him the process. If the anger he felt could be seen physically, everything in the room would have been exploded.

“Yeah, yeah I hear you loud and clear. The idiot isn’t gonna be a problem.. sir.” His attitude barely peaking out at the end of his sentence, a slight smirk on his lips. With that response, his boss leaves for the night, officially leaving Katsuki alone in the station to start his second shift of the day.

Coffee. If there was any way that he was going to get through this night it was going to be with lots of coffee. He goes to the coffee pot and makes himself a small pot. With a mug in his hand he starts his walk over to the holding cells. He turned the corner and sees you sitting there in the cell. His eye widen subtly, Damn she’s hot. Maybe he wouldn’t need coffee after all. He took his seat near your cell so keep an eye on you. There wasn’t much he could really do. There was no way for you to get out. Basically he was just there to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself until the detectives come back to investigate you more. As he sat there he got a good look at you. Your clothes were dirty a torn from you chase from the cops, rips on you pants exposing parts of your thighs, and the rip on you shirt showed just enough of your abdomen to leave him dirty thoughts. Thoughts of how soft your skin is, how it would feel under his calloused fingers. How you would react to his touch, goosebumps covering your skin. He looks up to your face. Small scratches liter it but that does nothing to hide how beautiful you are. The way your eyes catch the light and how pieces of your hair fall out of your pony tail framing you face. Your hair slightly a mess, probably due to running yet all he could think about was how much he wanted to mess it up even more. You run his hands through it and just yank your head back with a fist full of your locks. The two of you hadn’t even exchanged words to each other but he knew he wanted you. You’re eyes met his after he was done checking you out.

“Do you like what you see?...” Your eye brow raised in amusement as you caught his wandering eyes. You take this time to check out the officer who you assumed would be watching you tonight. His uniform and vest highlighting how broad his chest is, the sleeves tight around his arms due to the amount of muscle it was trying to contain. His pants tightened around his thighs. Blond hair slightly covering his eyes. He clenches his jaw and you swear that thing could cut diamonds. This man was hot and you cant help but smirk at the fact he was checking you out. You look back down to his chest to see his name tag, Bakugou. “...Officer Bakugou” His face immediately pulls into a scowl in defense.

“Oh you fucking wish” He pulls his eyes away from you and rest his head on the back of his seat. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable, finding it impossible as this chair was a piece of shit. So he stands up and starts looking around trying to find something else to focus on. You break him out of his thoughts.

“Do you have anything else that I could wear? These clothes are ruined and I’d like to be in proper clothing.” You say in reference to your tattered clothes, ruined by jumping over fences and having them get caught and rip. You hear a ‘tsk’ and see him start to walk off. Rolling your eyes at the mans action, you sit down on the chair in your cell seeing as he walked off without giving you a response.

“Here” you look up to see him sliding a shirt and pair of pant in through the bars. You walk over and grab them from his hands, running your finger tips across his skin in the process. He yanks his hand back before you can try to touch him again. You wanted more. Frowning, you walk back near the chair and set your clothes down on it, your hands go to the edge of you shirt but you stop feeling a burning gaze on your back. You turn around to see him staring at you.

“Do you mind?” Raising your eye brow at him.

“I have to watch you to make sure you don’t attempt to do anything that could cause harm to yourself.” He says coldly, as if he wasn’t dying at the opportunity to see what was under your clothes.

“Okay then suit yourself.” With a smirk on your lips you pull you shirt off over your head, making sure that he could see everything. You slowly fold it and move down to you pants, your finger lingering at the zipper for a moment before pulling it down. Your hands make there way to waist band and tug them down, shimming out of the tight pants, making you butt sway infront of him. If he was going to watch you, you were going to make sure he got a good show out of it. Hands linger around your curves as you snake the fabric down your legs at an agonizingly slow pace. Katsuki could feel his pants tightening at the sight, his breath catching in his throat. A smirk across your face as you see his flustered reaction to your stripping. Activating your quirk you slowly walk over to the bars separating the two of you.

“Why don’t you get in here” Your words putting the man in a trance as he struggles against your suggestion. Starting to get ticked of he isn’t already subdued you speak up again, “Don’t make me repeat myself, you wont like the consequences.” He feels himself start moving towards your cell against his better judgement. He fights against the feeling in his chest pulling him forward, but before he knows it he’s infront of you inside of the cell. A sinister shine in your eyes as you step closer to the blond, closing the distance, Katsuki could feel the room getting hotter. Your hands make its way to his chest, paralyzing him underneath your touch.

“Look at you, now go be good boy for me and sit down.” His face burns red at the demand, no one talks to him like this, so why was it turning him on so much. He stays in his place as his last attempt at keeping his dominance over the situation. Your hand travels up to his jaw, fingers roughly grasping either side as you growl into his ear, your patience being tested “Do not test me pretty boy, do what you’re told.”

You see him struggling against your command feeling conflicted at the switch of power. You put both of you hands on his chest and push him down onto the chair. His eyes wide unable to stop you as you reach down into his pouch grabbing his cuffs. Quickly, you rip off his vest and shirt leaving his torso bare. You walk behind him in the chair, your hands on his shoulders running down his arms, a burning trail left where ever your nails lightly scratch, until your hands make it his wrists. Roughly grabbing them and yanking them behind his back, cuffing his wrist to the chair, permanently securing him in place to allow you to do whatever you please. He assumed you were just going to take advantage of the situation and leave, but he was sorely mistaken. You travel to the front of him leaning forward to kiss his jaw, traveling down to his neck. You roam his neck, searching for his pulse, kissing it once you find it. A groan rips out past his lips, unable to stop it at the sudden pleasure coursing through him. The noise sending a wave over power over you as you start kissing more harshly, sucking and biting at the spot, desperately wanting to hear the noise again.

Once satisfied with the mark now on his neck, you back up standing in front of him, your hands moving down to his pants as you start undoing them. His eyes widen as you pull down his pants and underwear down in one swift movement, his raging boner slapping against his abdomen as he sucks in a harsh breath at the release from the tight confinement. A whine leaves his lips as your hands leave burning trails all over his body, purposely avoiding where he was starting to crave your touch most. Desperate to know how your soft touches would feel against him, the anticipation of whether you’d be gentle or not was starting to eat him alive.

“Did I hear a whine baby? Are you that desperate for me. Look at you, rock hard and I haven’t even done anything yet, absolutely disgusting.” Your words like venom. He twitches as your hand grasps the base of his cock, a deep gasp coming out at your sudden touch. Your other hand goes to his hip pushing him down. Your mouth goes to his ear, “If you fucking move again, I will stop do you understand?” Katsuki swallows hard, suddenly unable to find any words. He hisses as you hand leaves his dick to his throat, choking the man. “Answer me Bakugou”

“Yes princess” He couldn’t help it anymore. He was under your trance but he could care less, all he knew was he needed you. That evil smirk crosses your face once again at his submission.

“Good boy” You release his neck and trail back down to his throbbing dick. Your thumb brushes over his tip collecting all of the precum oozing out of it. You slowly pump him in your hand, his breath catching in his throat. You gather the excess saliva in your mouth and spit it onto his hard cock. His eyes shoot to yours as the cool liquid meets his burning hot member.

Your hand starts a steady past as you move up and down, making sure to add pressure to the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. Your hand twisting every time you get to his tip earning a deep groan from his throat. He gets lost in ecstasy as you start picking up the pace, giving extra attention to his tip. He’s so caught up in it that when you replace your hand with your mouth he lets out a moan. You make him bottom out inside your mouth and the noises coming from the man infront of you make you let out a moan yourself, the vibrations only bringing him further pleasure.

“Fuck princess that- ugh- feels sooo good” your tongue presses deeply into the vein all the way up to his tip, you make sure to give extra attention to the sensitive swollen head. Relaxing your throat, you take him all the way in, him pressing down your throat. But it was completely worth is for the look on his face. Eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back in pure bliss. You move you head back up adding your hand in to meet his balls as you start massaging them. Katsuki is a moaning mess under your touch and wants nothing more than to run his hands through your hair and fuck into your mouth relentlessly. Watch as you start tearing up at the lack of air as he just gets off. But being completely under your control instead turned him on to no end. The added pleasure from your hand in combination with your mouth was sending him over board. He throws his head back as a deep groan leaves his lips along with several profanities as he shoots hot white ropes into your mouth, His orgasm taking over him with no warning. Surprised by his sudden release you swallow all of his seed, yet continue your movements. When he notice that you show no sign of stopping he lets out a whine at how sensitive he was. He tried moving away but your free hand grips his thigh, fingernails digging in as he hisses at the pain.

“Wha-what are you doing? I cant-” his voice uneasy from a mix of coming down from his high and the sensitivity he felt. You release his dick with a loud pop.

“You see I never said you could finish, but you decided to be a selfish little whore and finish anyways.” You stand up, releasing your grip from both his balls and thighs. You push his knees together and then move your hands to the clip of your bra and undo it, letting it drop to the ground. Your hands shoot to your breasts as you give them a rough squeeze, Katsuki drinking in the sight, whimpering as his sensitive cock twitches. His eyes glued to your hands as the travel down your body to the waistband of your matching underwear. Your fingers toying with the band, slightly dipping it and bringing it back up, loving how Bakugou reacted to your every move. His face flushed from the hormones rushing through his body, his dick painfully hard at the beautiful image infront of him. You pull the underwear down your thighs, strings of slick connect to the lacy clothing. Saying that everything that had been happening wasn’t turning you on severely would be dead wrong. Every moan that left his mouth sent a jolt straight to your core and you wanted, no needed, something, and you knew exactly what you were going to do.

You bring you legs on either side of one of his massive thigh and lower yourself onto him. His eyes widen as you grind yourself against him, throwing your head back as pleasure courses through you at the friction. His eyes shoot to where you were seated and watched as you shamelessly got yourself off on him. He watched as your juices drip down his leg, his cock twitches as he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep within your walls, slamming into you. He wines as you let out a loud moan, the friction feeling so good against your swollen clit.

“Please princess- fuck- let me make you feel go-” You stop his talking by shoving the lace into his mouth and grab his jaw roughly.

“All you deserve right now is to be my pretty little fuck toy okay. If you can behave then maybe ill let you fuck me.” You purr into his ear, your hot breath fanning across his neck as you move your hips grinding against him. You moan at the feeling, continuing to expertly move your hips back and forth. As you feel yourself getting close you reach your hand up to your nipples and starts tugging at them sending waves of pleasure into your core, giving you just the boost you needed. Your hand shoots to the back of Kastuki’s head tugging on his soft hair as you chaise your release. He watches your every move as you cum all over his thigh, his cock throbbing at the sight of your orgasm. Your eyes closed, eyebrows furrowed as you bit your lip, failing your attempt to hold back your moans. Once you come down from your high you move your legs so that you are no longer straddling his thigh, but now his waist, your soaking core pressed against his dick. A muffled moan attempts to leave his lips at the much needed pressure. Your hand goes to his mouth and you retrieve the now soaked pair of undies, a trail of saliva following. “Do you want to fuck me baby?”

“Yes, please Y/N. please let me fill you up.” he groans as you move your hips to grind against him.

“Do you think you deserve to touch me?” You ask the desperate man, a smile on your face at how eager he is.

“Fuck yes, let me make you feel so good” You lean down to wear his pants were grabbing the key, reaching behind him pushing the key into the cuff unlocking them. His hand immediately go to your body assaulting everything he could touch. Firmly grasping your breasts moving his hands across your body down to your hips as you lift yourself to allow him to slip into you. A moan escapes both of you as he bottoms out due to how slick you were. Your walls clench around him holding him like a vice. He trusts into you holding onto your hips and you place your hands onto each of his shoulders, letting you stabilize yourself as he rutts into you.

Each of his thrusts hit all of the right spots, rubbing against your walls deep inside of you. You’ve never felt this filled. You lean down and your lips meet with a fiery passion. Tongues fight for dominance as he speeds up his movements. You eventually win, not wanting him to forget his place. You break away from the kiss, a mix of both of you spit dripping from your mouth and you let it drip onto his glistening chest. You look down at his lustful face.

“You fill me up so good Bakugou, hitting every spot with your massive cock. Are you close baby?” Your hands making their way back to his hair, tugging at the blond locks as you feel the familiar feeling building in your core as he slams into your g-spot.

“uughh yes. I can feel how close you are, So fucking tight- god, fuck- let me cum with you princess.” His words enough to start the overwhelming feeling so you lean into his ear.

“Then cum with me baby” He sends a rough thrust into you and you come undone, a white flash taking over at the intensity of this second orgasm. You yank on the locks of hair in your fingers. Katsuki groans feeling you clench around him, trusting into you haphazardly as his own orgasm takes over, completely filling you with his hot cum.

He slows his movements, riding out both of your highs, until he comes to a stop still deep inside of you. You both stay there catching your breath as you rest you head on his shoulder trying to regain your senses. After a few moments you lift yourself off of him, immediately missing the fullness. You move off of his lap and allow him to stand up to grab his clothes. He bends over grabbing his pants and pulling them back on. While fumbling with the button he is suddenly interrupted by a hard hit to the head causing him to fall to the floor. You frown slightly at him as you place the chair back on the ground. You slip on your clothes and drag him to the cell wall and sit him against the bars. You clip the cuffs in place securing him to the bar as you back up slightly, pushing the fallen hair out of his face.

“Its nothing personal I promise” You stand up and walk away from the unconscious man toward to door, key in hand. You unlock the cell door and walk out, not before turning back to him one final time.

“Plus I don’t think this is the last time we will be meeting.”

A/N: AAAAAAAAA im sORRY. If you guys enjoy this one I can do a part two were the tables are turned??? because im a slut for dom! bakugou

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oh-boy-me · 4 years

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Demon Outfits Discussed

The wait is over :) thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments on the casual discussion!!

I feel like it got longer this time, so I hope it’s all an enjoyable read! Also, I apologize for the ugly pictures--it was the easiest and fastest way to both have all the design in one image and also prevent it from stretching so far.

Like last time, please don’t take this too seriously; we love these boys and Justin doesn’t know them but has no grudges against them. We’re just harping on their fashion sense. Absolutely no hate is intended towards the boys or the design team!

Participants in the discussion were

Jo ( @jodaneko ), our art major with storyboarding/character design experience, who finds they have more in common with Satan each passing day.

Justin ( @justinlester0629 ), our fashion expert, who dressed up and filled a wine glass with water for the occasion.

Noodle (Me), our untrained eye who owns the Barbie as the Island Princess video game on three different platforms. It’s not even that good.

Featuring emergency guest star Megan ( @maggo77 ), my sister who is physically near me as we look at the backs of their designs for the first time.

Edit: Distracted by the pretty jacket, we made a mistake when putting in Levi’s silhouette rating. It’s the worst. 2/10, not 6.

Lucifer:

“Boy looks like he’s about to swing open the doors of an expensive mansion during a debutante party and give some SCATHING NEWS.” —Justin

“Short shoulder cape and a long split butt cape lol” —Jo

Jo has realized that based on both outfits, Lucifer doesn’t want people looking at his butt. Possible reasons are: he doesn’t have one, or Diavolo someone was getting distracted.

His shoes match his outfit. After last time that’s all I care about.

A triple popped color, and how many layers is the middle one? Is that a book? Dude has like 27 collars.

The forehead diamond is very important and it’s great that there are diamond buttons to match it. But uh. How about those red diamonds on his sleeves. They. They sure are there. (I actually like the red accents and that they match his gloves; I just can’t take the diamonds seriously.)

Lucifer 🤝 Some Horses Diamond on the Forehead

The peacock motif is HERE and we’re all living for it. HOWEVER, the feathers on the cape and coattails should have matched, OR there should have been more lime green because there’s so little of that color.

The pants have a pleat in the front, which Justin says means he responsibly irons his clothes, and Jo says only heightens the fact that under the capes this is a marching uniform.

Can he fly? Jo says these are baby wings that can’t support his weight, and his cape has a hole for the top pair but blocks the bottom pair? Can’t believe Lucifer handicapped himself for the sake of fashion.

The red makes it regal and the wide flowy design makes it imposing. Good job, Lucifer! I might actually be intimidated if I saw you.

Definitely the classiest outfit. You can tell they put care into it.

Mammon:

“BITCH MY BODY CANNOT TAKE THIS KIND OF SEXY, I THINK I AM OVERHEATING! NO MORE FURTHER COMMENTS, YOUR HONOR. HAUTE AND HOT.” —Justin

The whole thing does amazing with only three colors. We’ve noticed the trend of black and white + one color, but I mean hey. It’s working so far.

Damn those pants sit low. No wonder literally all of you wear belts.

The leather jacket? The studs and harness? Bless. Justin calls it “the perfect blend of stylish and ‘I’ll see you tonight *wink*’”.

Kind of don’t like how the belts connect to the pants, though. It looks better in the back.

“He found a really cool jacket, but it didn’t pair with anything so he just didn’t wear anything.” —Jo

Honestly though? We’ve all made fun of Mammon for having big hoe energy in his outfits, but like, he knew he had wings and planned his outfit to accommodate for that. He’s the only one who didn’t cut holes in his outfit. Maybe Mammon was the smallest hoe after all.

Also if there’s a motif it repeats elsewhere, like the studs and diamonds on his jacket and pants. Did he and Lucifer have a “tastefully putting diamonds on my outfit” battle? Because Mammon definitely won.

One of the charms broke off the belt loop and he never bothered to replace it, and honestly thank god there isn’t two of those anymore.

Torn between wishing the boots were tighter to match the rest of the outfit and saying “yoooo they’re open in the back!!!”

Ok so so far we’ve said generally only good things, but there is one major issue with the design: Its gravity. Everything points down, his tattoos, the diamonds, even his wings. The center of gravity in the image is his shoes. Bitch loved his shoes so much he made his whole outfit point to them.

Either way this was universally considered the best and I mourn Justin who doesn’t know how far Mammon’s standards are gonna fall from here.

Leviathan:

Diagonal zipper

“Levi what the fuck.” —Megan

He looks like an e-boy.

Honestly it looks like he borrowed something from Justin’s wardrobe for Pride but he didn’t know how to put it on.

APPARENTLY the biggest hoe. Abs that he shouldn’t have coming through a mesh t-shirt. I thought Mammon’s pants were low, but Levi’s whole-ass ass is out. Ok Levi, I see you.

The shirt pattern is good but he probably leaves it partially unzipped because it’d look really dumb fully closed.

Justin loves the funky pants pattern and Jo likes the pants but not with the outfit. It’s because the devs were too coward to give him a thick tail base so his pants had to fill that role by sharing the pattern.

The shoes are good, and not just because they incited Justin’s deep-set hatred for Christian Louboutin and his uncomfortable red-bottom shoes.

Justin is offended that he’s hiding his suspenders; either show them completely or not at all, no in between. Jo’s not fully convinced it isn’t just one suspender. What are his suspenders doing? What are they attached to? Are they holding anything up? Apparently not.

Jo pointed out that if you squint the belt on his waist looks like fangs and the orange dots on his sleeves looks like eyes so it’s like theres a snake head on his outfit. Cute!

The gloves are throwing us off though. Why is Levi of all other brothers need gloves? I bet he has sweaty hands.

Ok really, does his sweater unzip all the way into two pieces? Or does it hang by that tiny thread underneath the tail hole? There’s even a button, just in case.

Can’t believe this antler-sporting, suspender-wasting nerd went diagonal zipper on us because we beat him at a trivia game. Should have just zipped his hood.

Satan:

HONEY.

“I hate everything about this.” —Megan

First of all, he’s straight up wearing Lucifer’s casual shirt. Does it only button down the back? Can he take it off?

Then he spilled bleach on his pants. Like I get what they were going for but with the white on black that is literally just bleach stains.

Incredibly differing opinions on the belt. He got it in the cowboy department. Justin adores it. Jo despises it.

And are those… athletic slip ons?

And now the elephant in the room. The ribcage made of ribbons. The ribboncage. The idea is great! I love that they gave him a skeletal theme without throwing him into a Hot Topic.

But if you take the ribboncage and feather boa off he’s literally just wearing a dress shirt and some nice jeans. And that’s the problem with Satan’s demon form. Not that it looks goofy. It’s that they took risks but then hid all the risks behind business casual.

Also Megan said that the back of the ribbons look like a rock climbing harness. Someone (probably Justin) said the front reminds them of the underbelly of a green cockroach. Ew.

The feather boa would look better if it was over something you wouldn’t literally wear at the office. (And also didn’t look so much like worm on a string.)

“He is going to Dragcon 2020 and is definitely going to take a picture and ask to lip sync, but accidentally start beef with Acid Betty.” —Justin

On a good note, loving how the tail fades to highly radioactive green. Feels dangerous. Megan pointed out that it’s a pretty wimpy tail, though. Jo enjoys the self-conscious posture it expresses.

That’s basically the only good thing we have to say, though.

I just????

Merry Christmas.

Asmodeus:

The kanji on the picture is just saying that the coattail is the same on both sides.

Ok now with that out of the way, HONEY.

I’m sure he says that to others but I hope he says it to himself too when he looks in the mirror.

Starting with the good. The wings? Adorable. The heart-shaped hole to accommodate them? Adorable. One of the only good adjustments.

And I love that the tips of his horns look venomous, like a scorpion tail!

We love a good floral design and a good twin tailcoat.

But once again, the shirt just has too much going on. The flowers. The buttons. The brick-pattern stitching. The brooch. The long collar. The fact that if he closed the last button it’d end in a diamond covering his crotch. Sometimes less is more, Asmo.

That scorpion brooch is the best thing to ever grace my computer screen and it shouldn’t have to share the spotlight with the rest of his shirt. It should have wrapped around his arm and been paired with some more jewelry. Then he could have ditched those giant cuffs.

The bleeding heart tattoos are a really good idea! But they should have been angled better and not like someone else put them on at the roller rink. And maybe they shouldn’t have been outlined in pink. Those aren’t tattoos, those are gaping holes in his arm. Is he ok.

I’ve been avoiding the pants, but. The pants.

“Oh dear god. Oh no that’s… I thought you were a designer…” —Jo

One side is buckled the ENTIRE way down, and then the other side is COMPLETELY plain. It’s too extreme on both ends. It should have been only half a leg of buckles. Not whatever this is. I still don’t think he can bend that leg.

The shoes are ok but they COULD have been a stiletto so.

Jo is DONE with these demons’ inability to wear socks.

We expected better from you, Asmo. I hope you have to fasten all those buckles every morning as retribution.

Beelzebub:

He said “how many belts can I wear on one outfit.”

Justin said it’s like Barry B. Benson and Post Malone had a beautiful baby boy, and Obey Me! is cancelled for creating a sequence of events that could lead to me hearing that with my own two ears.

The jacket? Stunning. “It’s steampunk mixed with Jack Sparrow, mixed with Billie Joe Armstrong,” says Justin. It’s got puffy sleeves! And there’s objectively too much going on with the jacket, but since it’s a leather jacket I can forgive it. Justin and Jo can’t.

I’m not sure why they keep giving him weird jacket collars but I prefer belt number 9 to fur.

“Why is it bucked in the back? Couldn’t it have just been a jacket?” —Megan

Good that the black tank isn’t only black, but he has so little color on his outfit that it would have been nice for it and the matching pattern on his boots to have been a color besides gray.

I don’t mind the belts down the leg because they’re not too in your face. Jo wants the white belt to be thinner. Justin wants him to just pick one and go with it.

Poor Beel, he can’t do his lil thigh pat pose without his right hand being assaulted by studs and that bear trap-shaped buckle.

Justin feels like the cowboy boots are too wide up top and it’s probably because they’re FAKE cowboy boots. I don’t know why he didn’t just get cowboy boots instead of putting fake coverings over his dress shoes.

Can’t fault the twin belt, though. And the wing hole isn’t terrible.

Idk I guess. They knew what they wanted to do at least.

That seems to be the pattern with Beel: they know what they want to do, but something weird happens in the middle of it.

Belphegor:

“I don’t know which Teletubby let their son go through the it’s just a phase mom phase, but they should be ashamed.” —Justin

A toddler who just learned how to cut holes in paper got a hold of his hoodie.

Is it a hoodie? A jacket? A poncho? The cow print actually isn’t terrible. At least it had the decency to be unique in its spotting. And the actual presence of blue is very appreciated.

On the topic of colors, Jo is calling the devs out on their apparent fear of color. “Put the pink elsewhere, cowards,” they say.

We actually don’t hate the horseshoe, and using it for the belt buckles is actually really clever. Even if 75% of them are doing literally nothing. Feel like he didn’t need that many. Could do without the bottom one, maybe even bottom two.

There’s a teeeeny tiny cowbell on the back? Megan apparently finds that VERY important. Why do they go to such great lengths to remind us that Belphie’s a cow? Beel doesn’t rub his hands together 24/7. Mammon doesn’t even get bird wings.

Just like Satan spilled bleach, Belphie has tar pants.

It’s nice to see a change in pant style, but. Am I biased because I hate harem pants? Maybe. Are these harem pants too short on him? Yes. Maybe they were supposed to be parachute capris? But it just looks he outgrew them too fast and Lucifer won’t buy him new pants yet. At least they look comfy.

If he puts his keys in those pockets will his pants fall down? Probably. That’s a problem considering his are the only pants that look like they could hold any keys.

The shoes are fine. I can enjoy a high topped sneaker. …Is that a security tag? Did he steal his shoes. Belphie stole his shoes.

On the tiny tail hole, I appreciate that Belphie went for modesty. But I hope it’s impossible to wear these outfits outside of demon form because I don’t want him walking around with a tiny hole right above his ass.

Honestly he doesn’t even look like a demon? He just looks like… a cow.

There’s one more aspect of their demon forms that I didn’t feel comfortable forcing into a smaller space than it deserved: Silhouettes. Jo puts a lot of weight on silhouettes and their role in character design. Is it dynamic? Is it recognizable? Jo ranked them as such:

1. Lucifer: 9/10. Care and effort were put into this design and it shows. 2. Mammon: 7/10. Points deducted for most of it being form fitting but otherwise still manages to get a passing grade. 3 (tied). Beelzebub: 5/10. His wings have actual mass but his horns being mostly hidden by his head reduce his score. 3 (tied). Belphegor: 5/10. Evens out since his clothes aren’t as form fitting as the others but they also kind of turn him into a blob. 5. Asmodeus: 4/10, and only because he’s got multiple wings and that his tailcoat breaks up the bottom half. 6. Satan: 3/10, for the fact HIS BOA carries most of the work in altering his silhouette. 7. Leviathan: 2/10. The tail and horns prevent this from being a total flop.

Our (surprisingly unanimous!) ranking of their outfits (not counting Megan her opinions deviated) were:

Mammon

Lucifer

Leviathan

Belphegor

Beelzebub

Asmodeus

Satan

In conclusion, any M-rated fic that doesn’t have it take demon Satan 20 minutes to take off his shirt is too unrealistic.

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ktheist · 3 years

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Bestfriendsbrother!Yoongi + prompt list #2 + "Wait, dont pull away... Not yet." u got me hooked on this au with that jin fic of yours 😔

“Wait, don’t pull away... Not yet.”

muses. bestfriend’s brother!yoongi

warnings. mentions of step bro/sis kink, explicit content, unprotected sex (never do this).

it started out with jeongguk leaving you with his half-brother in their shared apartment because his friend needed help with an assignment and he claimed it was, “gonna be for like, half an hour, i promise!”

and then he was out of the door and making another promise implying that once the thirty minutes was up, he’d come back and you’d finally be able to hang out like you came here to do.

you don’t pretend to be innocent nor do you intended to act as if nothing happened between said step brother.

“hm? where’d jeongguk go? i heard his voice like five minutes ago.” min yoongi strutted out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist.

“oh, you know, not the first time he bailed on me,” you didn’t notice his nakedness then, casually waving a hand as you scrolled through your phone before looking up to ask-

“you guys got any foo-” you can’t help but blink, once, “oh.”

and yoongi being yoongi, smirked, answering your question with another question, “like what you see?”

it’s only then, do you notice your eyes being fixed on the white towel rather than his eyes. so you’d search for his gaze, “as a matter of fact, i do - is what i’m seeing seeing anyone?”

“not right now,” it’s ambiguous at most, but he’s not exactly setting a clear line either.

he ambles toward you with leisure steps, placing one hand next to your head when he’s close enough to lean down and kiss you on the lips. that is, before you stop him, a sort of playfulness in your voice, “step bro, what are you doing?”

something in the way his eyebrows arch tells you he likes what he’s hearing. the remark about his too excited reaction fails to leave your mouth when his other hand clasps around your throat and pulls you towards him. yoongi tastes like broken codes and broken promises.

when he pushes you down the couch, you don’t exactly push him away, “step bro, staph.”

his skin feels cold against yours as he pulls down your zipper and discards your jeans on the floor. your nails aren’t that sharp but you notice the shiver that rocks through his body when you pull the towel off him, baring him off any thread of clothes.

“are you gonna fuck me or what, step bro?” you shouldn’t have asked because that one question seems to spiral out of control and become the reason he’s smirking like a man with too many cards up his sleeve - and he’s naked.

“nope,” comes your imminent bane, but the universe makes it up to you in a different way, “you’re gonna fuck me, step sis.”

he takes a seat on the sofa adjacent from the one he pushed you to lie on. legs outstretched and arms resting idly on the armrest whilst his dick stood hard, waiting.

“right, ladies gotta work too,” you lament, not bothering to take off your shirt as you take a seat right on his dick, humming appreciatively at the way he stretches you out to fit him.

with knees planted on either side of his thighs and hands on both his shoulders, you begin to lift yourself up before dropping down on his lap. it must’ve been the sight of your boobs bouncing voluptuously in his face that makes him take on in his hand, kneading and pinching your nipple.

“fuck,” he hisses somewhere in the middle of you bouncing in his lap like a cute little rabbit, head thrown back as eyes flutter shut.

a moan escapes your lips when you feel the familiar warmth in your core, coursing through your body like sweet, sweet euphoria. lifting your ass and moving it in a secular motion is just a courtesy for yoongi for allowing you to fill up the thirty minutes of your life waiting on his brother. but when you’re about to stand, he grasps your wrist, “wait, don’t pull away... not yet.”

he might’ve felt better than you’d expected as you let him pull you by the back of your neck.

this kiss feels different.

like a drunken but not so hammered night of the last day of high school underneath the oak tree of the school field whilst your friends’ shouts echo in the distance. before you both parted ways and acted like nothing happened.

“you’re leaving?” yoongi asks after he came out of his room, dressed in t-shirts and pajama pants even though it’s not even 4 in the pm yet.

“yeah, jeongguk told me to meet him downstairs,” you say simply, also re-dressed, “catch you later.”

“hey,” he stops you, standing in the middle of the open space that possibly still lingers with your scent. for once, he’s shifting his weight from one foot to another, as if trying to strum out words. then he’s saying, “have fun, tell the brat to pick up some milk and eggs on his way back.”

“aight,” and with that, you part ways with words unsaid and truths untold hanging in the air whilst you pretend like nothing happened.

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dimercaprol · 3 years

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Some Off-Canon Stations Nonsense

Not necessarily crack, but not necessarily a scene I’ll include in Stations. NSFW for multiple kink shenanigans.

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Loren hung back with Rabbit in the food court of the Ochre Mall in Goldenrod, watching from a distance as the others shopped for new clothes. Now back in Johto, any of them prior trapped in a half-Pokémon form now sought to blend in to the best of their abilities, and the other non-Enhanced Roses enjoyed helping them. The Ditto-Type cast the Golisopod-Type a furtive glance, observing Rabbit eyeing Dinah picking out a new outfit.

"You really like it when Dinah... absorbs moisture, don't you," the younger suggested quietly.

Rabbit stuttered and gave him a dirty look.

"Wh-- no. Wait what, why."

"I mean, I heard how you two were going at it back in Lavender. We all did. I thought at first she was embarrassed, but she likes it, too, doesn't she?"

"She loves it," Rabbit uttered a little too quickly. He bit his lower lip. "Don't tell her I said that."

"I don't intend to. But, ah. I figure, if you're using your abilities to fool around, that you have fun with the fact you can use AquaJet..."

"Why are we discussing this?" The redhead crossed his legs under the table.

"Sian caught something South of Goldenrod, and I got a kiss from it." Loren fidgeted with his platinum ring, eyeing the wire-wrapped filigree at its center. He still felt strange, knowing wearing his freucha was optional to retain his human disguise, when no one else in the group that had been Enhanced could just shapeshift. "It... I know something that I think the two of you would have a lot of fun with. I was gonna ask you first, before I even broached it with her. It'd be fun to treat you two, if you think it sounds like fun."

"You're talking about his Corsola? He let you bite it? It let you bite it?" Rabbit scrunched his nose at the thought of it. "It's Rock Type. That can't have been pleasant."

"It's also a Water Type. And why I'm bringing it up. Corsola knew a move called AquaRing. You know AquaRing, right?" Loren glanced at him with a calm playfulness.

"It's a restorative move for Water Types, envelops the user in a veil of water that slowly regenerates them. I don't... what does this have to do with Dinah?"

"I know BatonPass, but don't get to use it all that much. I could--"

"--Oh hell." Wide-eyed, Rabbit leaned over the counter to shush him. "...How long does it last?"

The Ditto-Type grinned at him.

"As long as the user--or recipient--opts into it. She can have it last however long she wants."

Rabbit glanced over to where Dinah was picking out new jeans, then back to Loren. A few times. Fluttering a breath through his nose, he sucked on his fountain soda rather than answer for some time.

"I know it's weird that I'm doing it, but besides instigating it, I'm not getting involved."

The elder brother stifled expletives under his breath, nearly regretting the impulse to consent.

"--You'd better ask her before you just--" He pantomimed throwing water on her. "She got pissed at me for 'accidentally' spilling a cup of water down her shirt a few weeks ago."

"You think she'd have more fun with it... before or after a purchase?"

"Oh, don't be mean. It might ruin her new clothes."

"I'll go ask her right now, then." Loren stood with abrupt zeal, and stuffed his hands in his pockets to stroll across the way to approach Dinah.

"Loren, I know that look a mile away," she mumbled with an eye roll, not taking her eyes off the stacks of jeans on the table where she browsed. "What are you scheming?"

"Guilty. I, ah. Have a hunch that you don't entirely dislike your WaterAbsorb ability..." He teetered on the heels of his oxfords as he waited for a reaction.

"Well, someone certainly does." She snorted, plucking out a dark-wash pair halfway down the pile. "I like that he likes it. Not that it's any of your business, really."

"No, no. Not my business. You're right. But... I still have to offer. Since we got back in Johto, I have a combo in my learnset now, that could make the WaterAbsorb... work slowly... for as long as you want."

Her head picked up, and she whipped to stare at him at length.

"You have what now."

"I feel like making the retail employees' day a little more interesting by making yours a lot more interesting. What can I say?" He bobbed on his heels again, whistling with an innocent glance to the ceiling. "You're totally free to blame it on another one of my pranks, if you need an excuse with the others. Used to it by now."

Dinah let out a low, demented chuckle and gave him a heavy-lidded grin.

"What is it?"

"You're giving me a chance to practice BatonPass," Loren winked. He flicked his left hand with a flinch, and triggered the Water Type move. A microfine shimmer of moisture enveloped his body, and he leaned to clasp her left hand in both of his. With a devious smirk, he made eye contact and gave her hand a single firm shake which dislodged the veil from himself and transferred it to her. "AquaRing feels like one of those amusement park mist arches." He shivered, rubbing his forearms. "Worth it."

She looked her hands over, brow arched.

"How long is it gonna--" Her eyes widened, her posture stiffening, as the veil shimmered iridescent for a fraction of a moment. "Ohhh hell," she mumbled, looking down to find her T-shirt and capris noticeably tighter.

Loren clamped a hand over his nose and mouth, trying not to laugh in a delirium how well the combo had worked. He tried not to stare at her as she redistributed the overall gain up to her chest.

"I'm-- I'm going to leave you to have fun with that. And remember you can shrug it off any time you want. You're in full control of how... out of control you get."

"Go bug somebody else," she shooed, scheming what all she wanted to try to fit in.

He sat down with Rabbit again and took his brother's drink from him to sip on.

"She... she said yes, didn't she," Rabbit mumbled, eyes stuck on his girlfriend. "I-- I'll be back."

Loren watched furtively in silence, kicking up his feet in the chair Rabbit had sat in. Exhibitionists.

Shakily, Rabbit selected a pinstripe pantsuit and a long-sleeve gold crop top and approached Dinah. He smiled at her sheepishly when she turned around, her breasts already heaving.

"I, ah. You drank extra water to mess with me," he played. "I was going to say, I think you'd look good in this, but I think the size I picked is totally too small."

Dinah glanced around to take note of whoever might be observing, then on cue the AquaRing triggered again, causing her entire body to ripple thicker and softer. Her capris audibly tightened, and she bit at the corner of her mouth.

"Still taking on water," she played, voice breaking. "I'm not totally sure what's going on, but--"

"--I am so absolutely entranced," he interrupted. "I don't know how it works, but you-- Try things on for me. Please."

She let out a laugh and took the outfit from him, and took it and a few of her own choices into the fitting room with Rabbit following closely behind. He sat outside, legs crossed and hands laced stiffly in his lap. The crop top was easier for her to squirm into than the pantsuit, and the side zipper argued with her curves. She just barely outpaced another tremor of water flowing into her, her middle thick enough to pucker the zipper stitches despite the fabric's stretchiness. She modeled for herself a bit and ran her hands over herself, shivering at the sloshing sensation. She had no idea how the freucha still let the Vaporeon abilities manifest, let alone how the Vaporeon abilities were affecting her human form, but she could hardly argue. To smooth everything out, she used AcidArmor to redistribute most of the water to her chest and hips. Her breasts now bigger than her head, they barely fit in the crop top, and she could feel them beginning to bulge out under her arms for lack of room elsewhere. She waited for one more wave of AquaRing to hit before she opened the door and pranced forth to show off for her boyfriend.

Rabbit couldn't believe his eyes as he inspected how impossibly she filled the outfit he'd picked out. The striped pattern of the pantsuit distended to accentuate her exaggerated measurements, and he held his breath as she put force into her step to cause her form to jostle as she walked back and forth.

"I dunno, I think it's a bit small," Dinah played, frowning innocently. "You don't think you could pick something a size bigger for me, could you? I'll try on something else while you decide."

"Hhhokay." He swallowed hard and shot up to comply as she returned to the fitting room.

Once she'd shut the door, another wave hit Dinah, and she let out a wheeze when she heard a few stitches pop. She felt herself up a little more, fingers hooked under her buttocks to jiggle them vigorously. When she tried to pull the zipper tab, it skipped teeth from the strain, and she grunted, unable to properly twist enough to get at it with both hands. Another applied AcidArmor redistributed the water weight to entirely shift to her hips, and the pantsuit practically sliced away from the abrupt engorgement. She grimaced, stunned, but her dismay didn't last long as she admired how she'd trapped her bikini-cut underwear on herself in such a way.

Grinning, she slipped out of the crop top and discarded the pantsuit pieces in the floor, then she grabbed for the pair of high-waisted jeggings, purple tank top, and lavender cardigan she'd carried into the stall with her. Once she got the tank and cardigan on, she AcidArmored most of the water to her chest, and sat down with difficulty to struggle to get the jeggings up. Unable to see over her chest, she struggled to button all seven buttons of the pants' fly, and the AquaRing shimmered once again as she endeavored to, only making it more difficult. Letting out a pleased sigh at how she overflowed her sports bra on all hems, she watched herself in the mirror as she remained seated and AcidArmored the hourglass back in place. No longer visibly muffining out of the sports bra, her thighs and buttocks thickened out tremendously beneath her.

"Hey, here," Rabbit's voice came from outside, and he slung a few garments over the top of the door.

"I'll be out in a second," she replied shakily, rising to take the items to hang up with the others.

She waited for two more waves of AquaRing to hit her before she came out for another showing. Her thighs now exceeded her shoulder span, and she had begun to take on enough water that she had to leave some of it in her face, neck, and limbs to balance it all out. Despite the high impact sports fabric, the bra couldn't even begin to contain how her curves sloshed and swayed with her exuberance. Rabbit sank into the chair, stunned static trickling faintly from his cheekbones. They both stuttered when a butt stitch popped, and after a moment Dinah could ascertain that Rabbit had flicked an AquaJet at her behind.

"I, I'm gonna go try on something else," she whispered, flushing in the face.

"I," he looked around to see if anyone was watching, and stood to follow, "I'm coming with you."

They slipped into the stall together, an increasingly tight squeeze, and Rabbit sat to observe. Another AquaRing wave hit, and she jutted her heaving buttocks into his face so he could feel of her. To tease him, she sat down in his lap in the process of AcidArmoring it all to her thighs, and she wrapped his arms around her so he could eye their reflection over her shoulder. He quickly let go to trace her massive backside, pressing both his hands and himself into it from all sides. With some difficulty, he got her to lift up just enough so he could rearrange himself, and he stuttered a moan when another wave of AquaRing hit upon her sitting back down.

"These pants aren't going to fit you for long," he whispered in her ear, kissing her neck.

"Nothing is going to fit me for long," she shot back, joining him in caressing her.

She flipped around to straddle his lap, and AcidArmored everything up top to shove her breasts in his face. The buttons of the cardigan strained and the knit fabric buckled, her engorged nipples and areolae trapped in the band of the now petite sports bra, completely filling it where once her entire breasts might have. He hit her with two more AquaJet flicks to the chest, and the bra relinquished its captives with a sloshing heave. She tried to tug down the tank top under the cardigan, but the hem was already rising up. He cupped her chest from underneath to press his face into it, and he playfully nudged the tightest button undone to tickle a finger in the gap it caused. Another wave of AquaRing struck her, and she trembled when the second-tightest button shot off.

Dinah stood to look at herself in the mirror, and AcidArmored to try to evenly balance her shape again. Another AquaRing wave shuddered through her, and suddenly everything got unbearably tight. Rabbit motioned to her and she stood still a moment, and he flicked an AquaJet straight at her crotch, further swelling it up. She clapped a hand over her mouth to contain a moan, and he did it again with a mean grin. He rose to lean down and initiate a sloppy kiss, and they made out until the ripples of AquaRing rang out in stitches all over again as the pants fell away.

Soft and chunky head to toe by this point, the tank top was the only thing of the second ensemble which barely still stayed on her, and she quietly eyed the other outfit Rabbit had brought her: a navy full-length knit pencil dress with a high collar. Giving him an imploring look, she suggested that he help her into it. She AcidArmored everything down into her hips to press him against the wall of the fitting room with her massive butt, and barely able to contain himself, he slipped it over her head and she put her arms down the sleeves. Once it was down to her belly, she AcidArmored to trickle everything up into her chest. God, he had to have picked the stretchiest garment in the store, she thought as her topheaviness toppled her back against him, and he barely caught her by cupping the undersides of her breasts. Now in the garment, she AcidArmored one more time to spread everything out, just in time for another AquaRing. She started to think about how Loren had told her she could stop at any time, but Rabbit was having trouble putting his arms around her hips or chest.

She wasn't about to stop now.

Her nipples brushed against the wall with the mirror, and neither of them could any longer see all of her in the reflection. Rabbit had already had to sit back down, the fitting room stall getting more and more pleasantly and overwhelmingly cramped.

"I don't think you-- could fit out the door at this point," Rabbit whispered over her shoulder, legs quivering under her.

"Do you want me to fit through the door?"

"Never."

The next ripple of AquaRing was too much for the bench, and it snapped out from under them, Dinah landing on top of Rabbit with a massive wobble. Rabbit drunkenly did his best to reach around her thighs and nuzzles his face against her butt, and another ripple filled her body out to hit all four walls. The dress hem, which had once brushed her ankles, now had risen above her knees.

"Was this the biggest size they had?" she teased, unable to see over her bosom to use the mirror to see any of herself.

"It just keeps going and going, doesn't it," he wheezed under her in awe. "You can't turn it off, can you."

"No," she lied, mustering just enough gyration to grind against him. Another AquaRing hit her and she could hear him mumbling, muffled by her enormity. She began to wonder if she could will it to trigger, based on the timing, and focused on it. Sure enough, another wave hit closer together than they had been. "I'm gonna break the fitting room," she moaned, faking worry.

When she could start feeling the hanger-posts on the wall start digging into her, she thought they might pop her, and she teleported just outside the fitting room stall. With her no longer in it, the stall's pressboard walls groaned with relief. Rabbit reached up in a daze to open the door and look up at her, admiring how she just barely fit in the walkway of the fitting room. She mustered another AquaRing ripple, and proceeded to squirm out into the entry of the fitting rooms, barely squeezing through the entryway to walk back out into the store. Doing the best she could, she feigned anything odd was transpiring, and continued browsing the racks in an attempt to locate anything remotely as stretchy, or anything that had remotely as much fabric coverage, as the dress she had on.

She passed by the front window and Loren spat out his drink to see how overboard she'd gone.

Noticing just how many people had started to stare, human and Rose alike, she started nudging the AquaRings closer together, so that the gains would be visible to the naked eye.

"Is there anything here in my size?" she bemoaned in exasperation, letting a series of five AquaRings trigger at once. The dress shot up to only be able to contain her bosom, and she couldn't even begin to cover her backside with just her hands.

Loren went right up to her ear, furiously concerned.

"I told you that you can stop it anytime you want. Not to kinkshame you, but you should STOP."

With a defiant burbled laugh, she forced out another three AquaRing ripples.

"I think I should leave," she spoke over him. "Nothing is fitting. Guess there's always next time!"

"Geez, Dinah. Stop. Stop before somebody gets hurt--"

"You're the one who told me to have fun," she grinned, strutting out of the store and down the walkway. Loren and Rabbit narrowly caught the same elevator as her, tucked into the back corners.

"Loren's right, Dinah," Rabbit started. "I think we've had enough fun."

"I've only just gotten started, though," she mumbled lyrically, and let out another four AquaRing ripples.

When the elevator doors opened, the brothers had to shove her to help her out.

"It's going to keep going until I tell it to stop, right, Loren?"

Loren paled.

"--As far as I know, you're the only one with the power to stop it."

"...Good."

And with that, she sat herself down in a crossway of the mall, and grabbed Rabbit to sit in her lap, queueing up a succession of more AquaRings than she could count to transpire within a sixty-second span.

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kweebtrash · 4 years

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Blind Leading the Blind

WonwooxReader

Summary: basically a cute/nerdy/awkward moment between two people who cant fucking see without their glasses and are nervous about hooking up for the first time

Words: 2.3k (drabble)

Features: really awkward hookups, nerdy!wonwoo, nerdy/shy reader, both wonwoo and reader being clumsy as all hell, heavy making out/grinding/caressing, fingering/stroking, some nipple sucking

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Wonwoo fumbled with the door to his bedroom, struggling to grab onto the knob. It was rather difficult with his lips on mine and him pushing me against the wood but we had been so wrapped up in each other we almost didnt notice. My arms were around his neck, pulling him as tight as possible to my heated body. He was making me never want to come up from air but he did just that and made me chase after his lips. "H-hold on! S-sorry, just hold on a second. My hand is kinda sweaty and i cant-" He jerked the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door. "I couldnt get it open. But um...here we are." He chuckled awkwardly and held out his hand for me to view his simple university dormroom. It was a shared space that resembled a small apartment more than anything. His actual bedroom however still had a bunk bed which seemed annoyingly small for his tall frame. Not the most attractive place to have sex in but it would have to do.

I stepped into his room and adjusted my glasses shyly. I never expected us to get so far as to wanting to come back to his place. We had seen a movie at the local theater, had terrible university food, then walked around campus. He was a perfect gentleman. A perfectly gorgeous hot gentleman. Someone who was respectful and kind and turned me on just by being his dorky self. A sweet kiss goodnight lingered for far longer than intended and when the need grew too much to bare we decided to end the date on a more sensual note. He came into the room after me and we stood around for a moment, chuckling nervously and not knowing how to exactly pick back up where we left off.

He shrugged off his jacket and asked me if i wanted something to drink which i denied. An uneasy silence filled the room and i chewed my lip in ponderance. "Um so..." I began softly. "Do you want to...keep going, maybe?" I hoped he said yes. I had felt his strong and muscled arms beneath the thin shirt he wore during our first embrace and i was determined to have them trap me against his body once more.

"Oh! Yes. Yeah. Yes. Um...yes keep going. Thats cool. Youre cool. God sorry, i keep talking because i'm-" I cut him off with another kiss, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. His slightly full lips were soft and tender. It felt as if they were made to be on mine, a perfect fit like the final piece of a puzzle. His hands didnt seem to know where to rest at. They roamed from my shoulders to the center of my back then lower to my ass before he changed his mind and went back up to my shoulders.

"You can uh...touch my ass if you want. Like grab it...or w-whatever." I blushed.

"Oh? I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Youre not." I shook my head. "In fact youre making me want you more. Youre cute when youre flustered."

"youre cute in general." He responded quickly, his own face turning rose as well. I gave him a small peck as a thank you for the compliment and took his hand.

"do you think we might be more comfortable on the bed?" He nodded and let me lead, ducking his head to avoid the upper bunk as he joined me on the mattress. We sat on the edge, again wondering where our hands and lips should go. A few more tentative touches and he settled on my hips while his tongue nudged its way past my teeth. With a bit more confidence he added some control to the kiss, making sure that he could trap my tongue in a few sucks and lure soft whimpers out of me. Every time i made a small sound his grip on me grew tighter and he was slowly moving me down to meet the mattress.

He tried to shift on top of me smoothly but the frames of our glasses jutted together and made the lens smack against my eye. We drew back from one another, eyes squinting and trying to rub the slight pain away. "S-sorry about that. I meant to go down a little be easier."

"im sure you'll go down fine." I said, not realizing the double entendre right away as i blinked clarity back into my eye. "I mean um...just lay on top of me! Well i mean, you know what i mean!"

"yeah, yeah! Totally. Do you think we should take off our glasses? Maybe that would be better." Wonwoo offered.

"We wouldnt be able to see each other at all. Wed both be one big blur." I laughed knowing that our eyesights were utterly terrible.

"Feeling around might be more fun though." His deep voice had lowered into a whisper and he nipped at his bottom lip. I was starting to like the way he was thinking. We removed our glasses and set them on the desk that was just a few inches away from his bunk. The blurriness helped a bit. Though i loved his good looks, it did shave off some nervousness between us.

He set himself between my legs and watched my reaction as the tips of his fingers disappeared under the loose skirt of my dress. His thumb stroked the smooth skin of my inner thigh making my hips buck ever so slightly when he would get close to my panties. I panted softly against his lips as my fingers trembled through opening the buttons on his shirt. Once they were free i shoved the shirt away. He struggled to get his arms out the sleeves and hit his knuckles on the bunk above as he had been flailing out of them. He huffed once he was free, rubbing his knuckles momentarily, and tossed the shirt on the floor. As he returned to kiss along my jawline i wrapped my arms beneath his, holding onto his biceps tight. The way his muscles flexed under my fingers had my stomach clenching in earnest. I wanted him badly and though i had never slept with anyone on the first date i knew i wanted him to have the first experience, especially because i got the sense he wasnt a jerk who wouldnt call me back.

Being bolder i slid one hand into the minimal space between our hips and groped the center of his pants; not too harsh but just enough to get his attention right away. "Wonwoo..." I mewled. "Can we...?"

His whole face flushed crimson, traveling all the way to the tips of his ears. He stared at my hand then at my face then back at my hand again. I grew nervous that I had made him uncomfortable and went to move away from him but he gripped my wrist lightly and kept me right where I was. I smirked and worked my palm over him, watching the way his eyes fell closed and lips parted slightly. The baritone sound was perfect and I longed to make him repeat it as much as possible. He moved his hips into me even going so far as to pluck open the button of his jeans and pulling the zipper down. My heart did somersaults at the prospect of seeing him fully. I swallowed hard, starting to chicken out, and diverted my eyes. It was far from my first time but I was still a rather shy person and when he made to pull my panties down I snapped my legs shut. “Do you want to s-shut off the lights?”

“Huh? Why? I want to see you. You’re beautiful...” He replied softly.

I covered my face at the compliment. “I-I mean...i-it’s like you said, it’s more fun to feel, right? Besides not like we can see much now.”

“Well, if that’s what you want...” He agreed with a slight pout. He left the bed to shut off the light and I made quick work of removing my dress. I laid back on the bed once the room was in darkness, waiting for Wonwoo’s return. I heard shuffling and small grunts of frustration as well as the sound of fabric waving around.

“Wonwoo, what are you doing?”

“Taking off my-!” Another small grunt. “My pants! I got them off now. It’s ok.” He breathed a sigh of relief which was right before I heard a loud thud and Wonwoo cursing.

I sat up quickly and tried reaching out to him. “What happened?!”

“I hit my head on the stupid bed! God that hurt!”

“Oh god, Wonwoo, come here.” I cooed at him. “And please duck your head.” I felt the bed dip as he moved onto it, unharmed this time. I pulled him close and kissed his forehead, trying to soothe the damage as i giggled. "Poor baby."

He huffed. "Sorry im an idiot."

"A cute idiot." I compromised. "A very cute idiot." I kissed along his strong jawline and cupped his neck gently while leaning into him. I decided it was my turn to be on top and stunned him once i straddled his hips. I moved his hands to settle on my hips as i pressed our chests together and decorated his neck with small bites. The cover of the darkness increased the spark between us and we filled each others mouths with moans and whimpers.

Much to my surprise, his hold on me allowed him to guide me into rough grinds against him. He was beginning to stir beneath me, filling out his underwear more and more until i felt every inch of him between my thighs. His fingernails etched half moons into my hips as he begged for me to pull my panties off. I hummed in agreement and kissed my way down his neck to his chest and toned stomach before scooting away to pull off the impeding garment. He turned on his side to face me, instantly placing his long fingers between my slowly forming wetness, drawing them through my lower lips and making shudders run through me.

My hand returned to his hardness, gripping the outline of his shaft and stroking him in conjunction with my own pleasure. i spread my legs wider, giving him more room to slip a single finger inside my willing hole. I mewled his name, trying not to be too loud in case any of his roommates had come home. It was getting hard though with the way he was curling his finger and pulling down the cup of my bra to suckle at my breast. With my free hand i dug my fingers into his thick hair, fisting the locks tightly as i arched my chest into his mouth.

I rubbed my thumb over the tip of his cock, drifting over the small slit that had begun to leak. He tensed then, muscles within his thighs trembling ever so slightly. "P-please..."

"Hmm?" I kissed his cheek and nudged my forehead against his.

"C-could you...? Would you...? I mean you dont have to-i dont want to make you uncomfortable-but maybe, if you want, um..."

"Do you want me to suck you off?"

Wonwoo chuckled nervously. "A-ah...y-yeah. Thats what i meant to say."

"Will you keep touching me while i do it? Your fingers feel...really good." I buried his face in his chest even though he couldnt see my embarrassment in the dark. We were both fumbling idiots that could barely get through anything sexual without something triggering our nervousness. It was almost comical. I was glad we could at least say what we wanted from each other even if it was through stutters and mumbles.

“Yeah, of course. I want you to feel good too.” He assured me.

I switched my position to lower my head towards his cock while my ass wiggled closer to his chest. His finger resumed its position inside me, being joined by another to stretch the small space open. As he pleasured the soft walls within me, i guided him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the thickness of his head. He kicked off his underwear and spread his legs more, giving me room to stroke what couldnt fit in my mouth. The feel of his girth against my tongue had me struggling to hollow out my cheeks but i bounced my head away, wanting him to feel the utmost pleasure. With us being wrapped up in the intensity of our sensuality we barely noticed the door opening or the light flickering on until we heard an "Oh fuck!!"

Wonwoo and i both shot up, squinting hard to see a tall figure now a few feet in front of us. I screamed and tried to cover myself and Wonwoo as quickly as possible. “Mingyu!?” He shouted. “You couldn’t have knocked?!”

“I didn’t know you were getting laid! Besides it’s my room too!...Wait.” Wonwoo’s roommate seemed to have a revelation. “Dude, you’re getting laid! Finally!” We watched as he ran out the room screaming, “Yo Vernon! Wonwoo’s finally getting laid!”

Wonwoo groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, covering his face with a pillow as he groaned deeply. Though we may not have been able to see without our glasses, it didn’t take 20/20 vision to see that we couldn’t have a night to ourselves without something going wrong.

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years

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A Fat Winter Robin who can’t keep up with his faster teammates

It’s always really fun having semi FEH mechanics in kink stories so this was a blast to do. And a fat Robin is always a good Robin.

Feel like I got a good mix of fat stuff and non fat stuff, so I hope you enjoy!!

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“I’m *huff* almost there,” Taking large deep breaths, Robin lags far behind the rest of his teammates.

This Robin summoned during the winter festivities, he had been a valuable asset to The Order Of Heroes immediately upon his summoning. But the strange effects of Askr and its summoner quickly left Robin with a larger waistline that seemed to grow with every passing day. Red winter coat replacing his usual one made him reminiscent of the jolly old man, Robin’s white mop of hair had further accentuated the similar appearance. Losing his trim figure and gaining a hefty one, all Robin seemed to lack was a beard.

Askr’s food positively delicious, Robin’s voracious appetite for it had only enabled in his growing width. The perfect holiday size with his red coat and pants, his bulging gut and thighs seemed perfectly matched with Santa’s. Requiring a larger wardrobe to emulate the holiday cheer, it had been granted to him, Robin’s hanging heft contained behind thick layers of clothes.

But Robin’s own desire for food left him pushing past Santa size and even further than that. Large clothes growing tight once more, soon even the tent like clothing wasn’t even enough to cover his entire expanse of fat. Yet despite his size, or perhaps because of it, Robin’s deployment in battle is an often occurrence. Swapped around constantly, every new team the vast and large Robin got paired with only garnered attention. And while his size was an impediment on his ability, it also greatly helped on the battlefield. And with each victory, Robin was happy to celebrate said victory, his gluttonous figure growing and showing his hedonistic tendencies as he gobbled and devoured whatever delicious meats and drinks Askr had to offer.

Which leads to his current predicament, a predicament not exclusive of today and instead is indicative of his daily performance on the battlefield.

A Tempest appearing and strengthening, Robin had been sent to help quell it. Alongside him had been the Eliwood wielding a lance, Lucina with her bow, and Ares with his sword. All three

been beside him. Except unaffected at all by Askr, all three simply moved far faster than him.

Nearing the end of the tempest, the room had been mostly composed of axe users. Ares taking the lead, he had simply charged through his trusty steed swiftly carrying him to each opponent before they could strike. The enemies fading away, Lucina and Eliwood simply followed behind, both ensuring no enemy would ambush them. The room cleared in record time, leaving the room is anything but.

Robin taking one unconfident meticulous slow step after the other, by the time the room was cleared, he had taken no more than ten steps. Face flushed, sweat drips down his round face, trails of it pouring past and around his engorged cheeks. Robin desperately sucks in whatever air he can get. Wheezing, his state desperately shows his obvious lack of mobility. Arms forced at an angle from the bundle of fat occupied between his arm and chest, Robin even forgoes a spear entirely, his body too slow and bulky to make use of a weapon. Reverting back to magic, even said task is difficult, Robin’s heavy cheeks making him struggle to chant a spell with several pauses for air and wheezes in every line. Instead Robin is mostly there to take hits that the others cannot. Robin’s magic so innately potent, his ridiculous width accentuates it, Robin resistant to any magical attack without fear of damage. His swinging gut appears like that of a pendulum, the bottom half of it uncovered despite the circus tent for a shirt. His usual gray shirt vastly upsized, they reach past the sagging splayed piles of flesh for his breasts, and even cover his cavernous navel. Unable to lift his knees properly with so much fat limiting nearly all of his mobility, they scrape against each other in a desperate bid to keep moving, an exceedingly difficult task when all Robin begins to crave is to lie down and eat, his body and mind yearning to do so. His pants seem painted onto his figure, the broken button and zipper unnoticeable with his large overhang covering it. Seams showing as they rip and tear, sizeable portions of his flab seep out, Robin’s purple boxers underneath also visible. The leather of his boots so warped and stretched out, cracks form on them, Robin’s legs and cankles deforming them. His coat so overwhelmingly massive, the sheer amount of fabric needed for it alone had been staggering once others in the Order found out. If removed from Robin’s obese figure, the coat could be used as a massive carper for Askr’s Hall in the Order. And yet despite its obscene width, it seems to strangle and fight with Robin, the coat still too small for him. Fabric caught in every roll imaginable, the folds of it clearly envelop show off Robin’s size to everyone. Tire size love handles press against the soft red fabric. Four partitions of his stomach press against the sides. Doughy fat saddled wings for arms sag the sleeves as all his fat bunches the fabric. The coat rests and dangles off of his ass, Robin’s massive personal two seater for an ass sagging down far behind him.

Forced to keep moving ,the ripples in his fat increase with each step, Robin’s body forever jiggling as he huffs and puffs to catch up. “So.... close,” Robin murmurs to himself, eyes downcast as he focuses on keeping his body moving. Only half way there, his own preoccupation with himself makes him not near his teammates.

“If we have to wait for the last room, I am-” Ares seethes under his breath, staring at Dark Mystletainn and then Robin. His horse whinnying, it flicks its tail as if mimicking its rider’s impatience.

“Perhaps we should lend a hand?” Eliwood offers, concerningly staring at the way Robin seems ready to keel over, his wheezing sounding somehow more desperate than before. Without waiting for an answer, Eliwood steps off of his horse.

“I agree,” Lucina absentmindedly adds, already going to Robin’s side before Eliwood had even asked.

Robin glancing up, his neck prohibits him from looking to the side as a pair of arms dig into his plush side. Eliwood on the right, he grabs Robin and slowly eases him with each step. Lucina on the left, she instead reaches lower, her hand grabbing a fatful of his ass.

Speeding up the process, Robin’s breathing picks up, his wheezing stronger and harsher as Eliwood and Lucina force him at a faster pace.

“Fast..” Robin wheezes out, not able to utter another word. Ares stares with a frown from the end of the room, annoyed at feeling like his team has a handicap.

The two making quick work, they both grab Robin by the arms as the reach the door. Both going through, their mouths open as Robin ends up jammed in the door, his frame far too wide for the frame. Robin struggling and groaning, all he accomplishes is shaking the numerous folds of his body, Robin wedging himself tighter.

Ares stuck on the other side, he grits his teeth as he dismounts his horse. Counting, Robin’s titanic ass seemingly stares back at him. Getting a sprinting start, Ares slams into Robin. Sinking into him, Ares groans as he ends up pushed back, nearly falling to the floor. The doorway gaining a single creak, Ares blows his hair out of his face. Lucina and Eliwood grabbing Robin’s hands, Ares goes once more. Crashing into him, Lucina’s and Eliwood’s help gets him unstuck, Robin almost coming crashing down.

Ares picks himself off of the floor, and mounts his horse. Entering the next room, he glares at both of them “Never speak of this to anyone,”

Both nod their head, Eliwood also grabbing his horse and mounting it.

Now finally reaching the last room of the tempest, a lone mage stands as their final enemy. Lewyn. The rest of the team groaning as Robin still attempts to catch his breath, they all stand behind Robin. Pushing him forward, his wide body provides the perfect shield to cover all three of them combined.

Forseti no match, the effects of it cause no damage to Robin, though he’s too tired to even be appreciative of said fact. Instead Lewyn’s wind magic only cause Robin’s body to wobble and shake, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

All three struggling to move a resistant and tired Robin, the rushing winds crashing against the side of Robin alert them to their proximity. Eliwood the fastest of the bunch, he rushes forward, piercing the fake Lewyn who soon begins to fade away.

“At least he was useful for something,” Ares mutters, glancing at the still ever wheezing Robin. Lucina bites her tongue at the insult.

“Well, the tempest should disappear soon. I must admit, this is my first time in one,”

“It’s Ares’ and mine first time as well,”

“Not mine,” Robin frowns, or would if his fat saddles face didn’t prohibit him from frowning. Eliwood and Ares merely widen their eyes upon realizing Robin has done this before.

Smoke rising up from the building, all minus Robin are shocked as the area begins to disappear. Before they all know it,all four of them end up back outside the tempest, the stormy weather replaced with a calm sunny day.

“Now…” Robin sighs, glancing down. His neck rolls squish together. “to walk... back,” The tempest far away from the Order’s home base, they only ended up outside the tempest.

“We have to walk all the way back to the Order!?” Ares ready to fight, Eliwood and Lucina go to placate him.

A massive earthquake occurring, the trees shake and leaves fall, birds fly off in the distance as other animals scurry about. All three nearly panic before realizing it was merely their teammate falling to the floor on their ass, his body giving up and needing a break. A hole forming in the dirt where Robin sat, Lucina has Eliwood and Ares go to get the summoner, the magic of the contract able to easily move Robin.

Lucina waits patiently as the two of them storm off on their horses. Both out of sight, she smiles as she sinks into Robin’s stomach, finally glad for some alone time, already rubbing Robin’s stomach.

#My writing #fat!robin #fat!emblem #fat!heroes #male weight gain #mwg #ssbhm

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savnofilter · 5 years

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The reader could be the shy, curvy, nerdy friend of his wild daughter. Let’s say she came over because the daughter and the reader were supposed to be going to a club but the daughter had already left with her boyfriend and the reader realizes that she was the cover up to go out with him and she got dressed up for nun, or so she thinks 😏😁

Shinsou x Reader

warnings: inappropriate use of quirk, age difference, dub-con, loss of virginity.

genre: smut

a/n: ooof hitoshi, come get it. thank you anon! @disasteren

“She just left.”

“Wh… What?” You asked, confusion written all over your face. Hitoshi’s eyes watched the cute pout you did, wondering what other shapes it could take when occupied. “She said she was going to take me?” You ask while nervously rubbing your arm, effectively pressing your breasts together. His eyes find your face again quirking a brow at you questioning him.

“She told me she was going with you?” He asks back folding his arms over his broad chest. It struck you just then that you had totally forgotten what she had told you. You shake your head and laugh it off, scratching the back of your scalp.

“Oh! Yes! I just get the time wrong! She said she was um… She told me to c-come over today to sleepover! I just mixed up our plans…” You ramble, looking down at your shoes then back up at the man seemingly glaring holes into your soul. “May I come in please?” You ask trying to end your endless torture of embarrassment. He wordlessly leaves with the door open and you take it as an invitation in. You sigh taking off your shoes, then find yourself into the living room. You sit down on the couch, legs crossed and looking around the spacious room. You felt tiny in comparison from even the point when you walked on that doorstep, or even how your friend’s father stared into your soul.

You were about to relax on the couch like you usually did until he entered the living room as well. You visibly tense as he watches you again, across the room staring at you. You shift your gaze down with a blush, feeling vulnerable in the clothes she made you wear. You were dying – your short skirt was leaving little to the imagination, your off the shoulders top, completed with a long sleeve. The top was thin and hugging at your torso, the skirt proactively squeezing your waist just the slightest. Just the way he liked it.

“I remember you.” He let’s out after a long moments silence and analyzing you. You tilted your head in confusion, then it struck you.

“I… I have no recollection of what you are implying…” You trail off, feeling more vulnerable by the growing moment.

It was a drunk night for you, your first and last. You were stumbling to find her room, still having half a mind to pass out on her bed so nothing could happen.

But all the doors looked the same.

The other half of your mind didn’t give a fuck, and you have been here a decent amount of times, you can easily be entering a guest bedroom. You stumbled your way into a room that was already occupied. The purple haired man looks back at you, already finished pulling hip his pants although his top bare. You watched him with absolute awe… He was so fucking sexy?

“You’re really… Divine.” You feel vomit start to run up your throat that you have actually said that to someone and rush out of the door to find a bathroom, fast. You made it to the bathroom and slammed open the toilet in emergence, able to pull it open fast enough. You barfed out the contents, it all spilling into the toilet without much of a problem. You forced yourself to look away fast as to not induce another raid of vomit to come out your mouth again.

You groan slouching against the tub after flushing the toilet, all by yourself in the spacious bathroom. Your thoughts start to roam around the space you occupied it seemed to ponder in your brain even now.

Who was that?

But now it was all clear to you and a little too late. He was your friends father and a pro-hero. Your face was burning bright as you realized you should’ve just left at the point in time when she wasn’t here.

“I have to go-”

“What’s your name?” You pause and look at him confused as to why he want to know that comply anyways.

“U-Um its (Y/N)-” Your eyes glaze over and your body freezes in its position. Shinsou smirks and sits up in his chair with proper posture.

“Come over here.” Your body follows suit to his commands. You stop right in front of him making him smile. “Turn around for me.” You turn, your back facing him. He hums, palming himself through his pants before commanding you to turn around and walk between his legs. His hands rest on your thighs, stopping where your skirt starts. He turns off his quirk, smirking up at you.

Your face bursts out into shock and you gasp placing your hands on his shoulders. Your breath hitches has you feel his hand inch closer up your thigh making you blush. Your heart sinks watching his playful smirk fall into one of serious nature, staring into your soul once again.

“Do you… Consent?” You didn’t know where this was going, but wanted it even if you’ve never done it before! But you were sure you wanted it.

“Yes..” Your words were smooth but there was a heavy hammer booming in your chest, knocking if wanting to let it out and break free. His lips break out into a grin.

“My quirk and all?” Despite not knowing who was, now all the information checked into your brain like a textbook. You’re brain searches for his quirk and you nod making him chuckle. “I need you to use your words sweetheart.”

“Yes-” Your eyes glaze over once again, staring back at him waiting for him to command you.

“Straddle me” You did as told, thick thighs straddling his hips as his hands disappear under your skirt, running his hand over the skin. His hands lift up the skirt, tucking the cloth under the band of it, seeing your cute cotton panties just oh-so slightly making your curvy body seem all the more appealing to the purple haired man.

His hand makes its way to the zipper that sat in the middle of your chest, unzipping it and watching your bra-clad breast that wasn’t like your panties, but lace. The colour of your choice matched with your bottoms anyways and he couldn’t help but keep the smirk on his face from how organized and modest you were with your underwear choice. It didn’t take him long to know that the clothes you were wearing were in fact not yours based on your demeanor, and other… variables.

His quirk was turned off his quirk, watching how you mouth cutely quirked into the shape of an “o” showing your surprised facial expression. You were so confused didn’t know where to start! When did he even activate his quirk – why didn’t you even remember what just happened – you weren’t even aware of how he did it. The running questions were stabbing into your mind, making your start to slick up if you weren’t before. You let out a breathy sigh as he brings you closer to his own hips, grinding you down against him to feel his hard schlong prod you through your thin panties.

You were quick to nuzzle his neck, embarrassed out of you mind, breath teasingly fanning his neck make him groan in how he can’t rush this. One of his hands moves from your hips to rest on the back of your neck, lifting your head to look at him.

God you were so cute, he was going to have fun with you.

Shinsou guides your head down to meet his lips in chaste kiss that would slowly turn into one of lust. You already had your first kiss, but it was never like this. The kiss slow nor fast, just falling at the right rhythm that would make your knees go weak if you were standing. You felt yourself almost mindlessly let your mouth open slightly for him when he bit your bottom lip so his tongue could enter into your mouth. You whimpered as you felt were so lost in the kiss, but you’d suffocate from his kiss. He pulled away to let you breathe, chuckling at how inexperienced you were.

“You’re… You’re a good kisser Shinsou-San…” He gives you a lazy smirk, hand undetectable moving to slip into your underwear rubbing your clit making you blush harder. He couldn’t help himself from lusting over the beauty that was on him, and he wasn’t going to rush any moment unless she wanted him to speed up which he could definitely do. Once he thought you were wet enough he dipped a finger in, eliciting a loud moan to ring out in his ear. He kept his steady pace slowly adding another finger to loosen you up.

“You think you can take one more doll?” He tilts his head up to whisper in her ear, delighted when she shook her head up and down to tell him yes. He gave languid slow strokes of his fingers before slipping in a third one. He didn’t move until he heard you mumble to continue. He sucked your neck to help ease you into it, other hand moving to let your shrug off your shirt, watching as it fell to the floor. “I think you’re ready doll.” He says, almost jolting you from the pleasure. You nod weakly as he pulls his fingers from you when you lean back, watching with a flustered face at him licking his fingers clean with each finger.

“Are you sure want to continue?” He asks, palming himself threw his grey sweatpants making you gulp and nod. “Use your words princess.”

“Yes.” You were under his control again, and he commanded you to take off your clothes and he almost lost himself. Seeing where your body filled out in all the right places even the little places where some would consider undesirable, he found all the more arousing. It wasn’t long until he had slid down his pants and underwear down enough that his shlong sprung out awaiting for you. His voice traveled out and ran through his final command, which was you to come back to him. You blinked a few times finding yourself back straddling him, so close to him. Shinsou was rubbing your sides soothingly, eyes boring into yours.

“Are you ready?”

But there was no turning back now, right?

“Yes.” You decided that you were going to take control to show him that you weren’t also so timid – you wanted to impress him. You lifted yourself, one hand on his shoulder using his shlong to guide himself into you, sliding down almost too fast making him jump slightly.

“Not too fast, it’s going to – ah!” Shinsou throws his head back feeling her slowly sink yourself on his length. He hears your whimpers leaning back up, quickly placing one of his hands up to wipe your tears. He whispers sweet nothings, intertwining fingers with your trying to soothe you. In no time you were moving again, hand intertwined next to Shinsou’s hand has a leverage, his other hand resting on one of your cute hips helping you bounce up and down on him.

Before he was watching your cute face trying to hold in the noises, cutely biting your bottom lip as to not embarrass yourself. His hand that rested on your hip moves to tug your lip at your mouth gently.

“I wanna hear all your noises doll.” He speaks, voice not even wavered by how tight you were squeezing around him. Once again you follow his orders, it was starting to become habit. The way his voice was so gentle and smooth, you didn’t have to think twice about doing whatever he told you – without his quirk and all. You were freely moaning, letting yourself being heard much to his excitement. He hips started to meet with yours, skin slapping against causing lewd noises to echo in the spacious living room. “Fuck you’re doing so well sweetheart – I’m close.” He strains out, eyes dimming at your eagerness to make him cum. Before he could comment on the fact that you were lasting this long but he was proved wrong the next second.

“Shinsou-San!” You cried out, trembling at the sheer pleasure of your first orgasm rocking through you. He watched in awe at the beautiful face you made, mouth open, face flushed, eyes closed – it was all beautiful. You kept on squeezing him so tight it was dangerous. Although almost spent out, you kept moving your hips again. Shinsou hissed feeling you move, hand moving to grip the arm of the chair instead.

“Fuck – what are you doing?” He asks, looking at the mess you made then up at your sweet face, plump lips smiling like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’m going to finish you off.” Shinsou’s heart stopped at your words, face full of shock then turning into one of endearment.

He was definitely going to keep you.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha shinsou #bnha shinsou hitoshi #mha shinsou #mha hitoshi #mha shinsou hitoshi #shinsou hitoshi #bnha hitoshi #bnha hitoshi shinsou #shinsou x reader #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader

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imajin-that · 5 years

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These Things Do Happen - Kim Doyoung Smut

Hi guys!! Its Admin Daisy here. (Like our new names?) I know admin Peaches said that I would be writing a Leo smut, I was feeling Doyoung a lot more lol. She is currently working on her smut (Will it be Yuta? Will it be Youngk? Find out soon!) I was really struggling with writing this because I have never written smut before. I hope I did okay, please send any constructive criticism you have, I appreciate any help I can get lol.

Rating is 16+ as it is very graphic, but I mean, I can’t really stop anyone from reading it, so be warned. ALSO it does have Dom/sub undertones as that’s what I’m into, so please, if you’re not into that, be warned. Good luck and enjoy!

♥♥♥ Admin Daisy

The bumping of the bass, the mass of bodies pressed together, and the short skirt your friend made you wear were all things that were raining on your mood. Somehow, your best friends convinced you that going to a new night club would be fun. At first it was, but then they separated into the crowd to dance with random people. Which is fine, but not something you were interested in doing. And if you weren’t tonight’s designated driver, you’d have gone home already. Instead, you’re sitting on a cracked leather bar stool sipping sprite through a thin black straw.

Pushing the sleeve of the pink fur coat you were wearing back over your shoulder for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you pull out your phone and sigh when you realize that the time has been dragging on and it wasn’t even close to the agreed upon time to go home. The seat next to you creaked as someone sat on it, and a husky voice called out for the bartender. Glancing over with vague interest, you scan the figure of the man next to you. He’s clad in a white tshirt and black skinny jeans with holes in the knee. His head is tilted down, long fingers are playing with a peanut shell from the bowl on the counter. It’s not yours and you have no idea where it came from, but there were several shells torn apart sitting on a napkin next to it, so it had to have been there for a while. Your eyes roam his face as he concentrates on his task. His eyelashes are long and his nose and jaw were strong, despite his face as a whole seeming soft. His black hair was styled and pushed back, the pink and purple lights danced against the tresses in a way that was almost romantic. Almost because the song was about bodies caressing and breath intermingling in hot, heady waves.

“You like what you see?” His voice was laced with amusement but you couldn’t see his expression from your current perspective.

“Maybe,” You shrugged, your gaze shifted from the man next to you back to the crowd and your brought the straw to your lips and took a sip of your drink. “Lots of people here tonight, it’s hard not to see something you like.”

“Well, I certainly see something I like. How about we go dance and see if I can figure out what exactly is catching your attention.” You turned to like at him only to see he was completely facing you. His hair, though mostly black, actually had blue in it. The whole look was more attractive than you had initially thought.

“What’s your name?” You took another sip of your drink, noticing his eyes narrowing on your lips.

“Doyoung.” His eyes snapped back up to yours. “And yours?”

“Y/N.” You set your glass on the bar and stood up, “Let’s go, Doyoung.” The name tasted delicious on tongue.

The two of you wandered to the dance floor, Doyoung’s large frame pushing through the crowd until you reached somewhere further in the center. Large hands wrapped around your waist and you swing your hips in time to the music. Despite the swarm of bodies surrounding you, your focus was on the man behind you. You danced like that for a few songs before his hands started to move, one hand moving delicately across your abdomen while the other move to pull your hair to one side. His head moved into the crook of your neck, his breath coming out hot. A shiver danced up your spine as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, now exposed by your jacket falling off your shoulder. Your head fell back when his hot tongue licked a strip from your neck to your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. Eventually your hips swaying brought your attention to the fact that you were not the only one aroused. The thought had your core throb in want, Doyoung nips at your jaw, eliciting a small moan from you.

“Come on baby girl, through the crowd as discreetly as possible. Don’t want others to notice how hot you look for me.” His hand slid towards the hem of your skirt, his fingers dragging softly against your thigh before slipping under the hem. His lips captured yours, swallowing your gasp when he caresses you through your panties. “Already wet for me baby?” His words were pressed against your mouth as you panted. You squirmed a little when he started rubbing a little harder. His hand came up to your throat and settled there gently.

“Doyoung.” Your voice came out in a breathy moan.Doyoung kissed you again before nipping at your jaw and slowly sucking down until he reached the crook of your shoulder. He nipped again, harder this time as his fingers slipped into your underwear. You moaned again, louder this time. If you weren’t blissed out, you’d have been embarrassed. Nipping and sucking on your throat, he stroked your clit. Moving back up to your mouth, he kissed you right as he slipped his middle finger in your pussy, thumb still massaging your clit. Your moans were swallowed by his mouth and he used the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth. As he continued, you could feel your core heat up more as your orgasm came. Moaning into his mouth, you grasped onto the arm still wrapped around you as your legs shook with the weight of your orgasm.

Doyoung pulled his fingers out adjusted your skirt before turning you around. Looking straight into your eyes, he put his fingers to your lips. Obediently, you sucked his middle and pointer fingers into your mouth.

‘Good girl.” He said, dark eyes focused on your mouth. Deciding he was satisfied with your cleaning, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and leaned in to kiss you again. “Lets go,” His voice was rough with lust, the sound went right to your core. He turned you around and wrapped one hand around your waist while he pulled you through the crowd until you reached the bathrooms. Pushing the door open and slipping inside, you leaned against the wall and took a moment to catch your breath while he checked the stalls. Looking at him in better light had you realising he was even more handsome than you previously thought and significantly taller than you. But no so much taller that the height difference was disconcerting. You watched has his fingers deftly twisted the lock on the door before turning to you.

Doyoung’s eyes ran hotly over you frame before he sauntered over to you. He twisted one hand in your hair and pulled you in for a heated kiss. His other hand was gripping your thigh and pulling your leg around his waist. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now.” You whimpered as his clothed erection rubbed against your core. His hand drifted from your thigh to push your skirt up, deft hands ripped your panties off and tossed them away before pressing his thumb to your clit again. “Such a good baby girl for me.” He murmured in your ear as you moaned at his touch.

“Please.” You whimpered, wanting him to hurry and fill you up.

“Please what?” He stroked harder.

“Please fu-” He slipped a finger in you again and nipped at your ear lobe. “Fuck me. Please.” You words came out in whimpers as you asked for what you wanted.

“As you wish.” He pulled his hand out of your hair and reached for his pants, undoing the button and zipper and pushing his pants and underwear down a little before pulling his cock out and stroking it, thumb working to spread the precum around. The tip was purple and his length was impressive. The size of it had your mouth watering, and in different circumstances you might have asked if you could suck it, but at this moment all you wanted was his length stretching and filling you. Doyoung pulled his fingers out of you, and you whimpered at the loss. He didn’t leave you wanting for long, however. He kissed you deeply before biting your lip and pulling back. He lined the head up to your entrance and slipped the head in before looking at you and smirking. You were about to ask for more but were interrupted when he gripped both of your thighs and lifted them, causing you to sink onto his cock. His arm veins rippled as he held onto you and both of you moaned when you were fully seated.

Barely having time to adjust before he was sinking his cock in and out of you, pulling out to the tip and then pushing fully into you at a harsh pace. One of his hands let go of your thigh, only to tangle in your hair and pull so your neck was exposed. You moaned as he sucked marks into the sensitive flesh of you neck and thrusted quickly and hard into you. When your orgasm hit again, your moan was long and drawn out. Doyoung continued to pound into you until his orgasm hit too, his cum hot inside of you. He kept himself inside of you as you came down from your highs.

Doyoung lifted you up and moved you over to the wall closer to the sink, his length moving inside you. You shook with the aftershocks and draped over him tiredly. He whispered sweet words to you as he wet a paper towel and pulled out. He wiped the paper towel over himself and then softly over your areas to clean up the leftover mess. After checking to see if you’re okay, he stand you up and pulls your skirt down, a small frown on his beautiful mouth.

“Come with me.” His voice was authoritative and you followed obediently behind him, hand in his. As you walked behind him you noticed that his back pocket had fabric in it. Focusing on it, you realized it was your panties he had ripped off. The realization made you flush. Doyoung stopped at a table filled with jackets and empty beer bottles and glasses. He pulled a grey hoodie from the back of a chair and turned to you. Smiling softly, he pulled the sweater around you and tied the sleeves together. It was big enough it wrapped almost completely around you and covered more of your thighs than before.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, a little embarrassed. “But how will I be able to give it back to you?” He pursed his lips in thought before brightening and tapping his nose.

“You can give me your number and I can contact you.”

“Okay.” He grabbed a phone off the table and unlocked it, tapping somethings on the screen before handing it to you to put your information in. In the name part he had written “Pretty Y/N.” You smiled and typed you number in before handing his phone back.

“Thank you.” Over his shoulder you saw several of your friends waving to you. “I gotta go, my friends are looking for me.”

“Oh. Maybe we can go for coffee sometime soon?”

“Definitely.”

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brianharoldmayjune · 5 years

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Will You Be My Valentine? PT. 2

Hope Valentine’s day was amazing for you guys- here’s something to make it even better!

PART ONE

Request: Heya could I request something smutty involving Ben, Joe, Rami and Gwil. Not necessarily a foursome…

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Joe Mazzello x Rami Malek x Ben Hardy x Reader

Warning: That gangbang smut overload, 18+ please!

Word Count: 1745

“Already wet for us I see.”

Instead of nodding your head, you just sucked on your bottom lip, containing your moans as Gwil’s hands remained toying with your breasts.

“My turn” Rami simply said, pulling you off of Gwil’s lap and onto his. You were now straddling Rami’s lap.

“Not fair” said Gwil, bringing his hands down to rub at his boner. “Yes fair.” You spoke quietly, bringing your hand down to rub at Gwils erection.

He let out a moan, leaning his head back as you continued your hand motions.

Rami’s hands held your hips tightly, bringing his mouth to the side of your neck. He began sucking on various spots around your neck until he found your sweet spot under your ear.

As he did this your eyes remained closed, grinding yourself against Rami, managing to find the zipper on Gwil’s pants. You were about to pull the zipper down, but stopped as you felt someone grab your wrist.

You opened your eyes to be met by Bens, his grip holding you. “We’re supposed to be making you cum, not the other way around.”

He said in his raspy voice, Rami now sucking another spot on your neck. “Gwil move over.”

Gwil did as Ben said, grunting in the process as he lost the movements from your hand, allowing enough room for Ben to sit in-between himself and Rami.

Ben’s grip on your wrist remained as he brought his other hand to gently trace up your arm till it reached the sleeve of your t-shirt.

“I don’t think you need this anymore.” Ben said referring to your shirt.

Rami removed his hands from your waist, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Ben then went to pull you over to his lap, which caused your grinding motions against Rami to stop.

Instead of calling the two of you out, just as Gwil had done, he unzipped his pants going to stoke his own member.

Ben placed a hard kiss against your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck to pull his face closer.

Clearly, you were feeling needy- But then again, who wouldn’t be?

You started to grind yourself against Bens dick, like you were previously doing to Rami. “Already ready for another orgasm…” he grinned, as he parted his lips with you.

All you did was nod.

He laced his fingers through the loops of your pants where a belt would normaly go, tugging them to pull yourself closer to him. “Mind helping me get these off?”

You got off of his lap tugging down your own pants, leaving you in only a bra and thong, making sure to give Joe a good view of your ass. You didn’t want to make him feel left out.

You turned your head to face Joe in order to see his reaction, and you were met with him sipping out of his beer bottle, a smug grin on his face, and a big ass boner formed in his jeans.

“Does that need to be taken care of?” you winked at him. Before Joe could respond, Ben pulled you back down and onto his lap.

“Ben clearly hasn’t had his fun with you yet, but I’d watch your smart mouth if I were you.” Joe stated from his spot on the opposite couch.

“Oh yea, or what? What are you go-” Your statement was unable to be finished as ben slip two of his fingers into your throbbing pussy, causing you to moan.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Ben demanded, as you felt his fingers curl inside of you. He continued pumping, slipping another finger past your folds.

Your arms were resting on his shoulders, your hands tugging at the hairs on the back of Bens head. “Ben, I’m close.” You said with a shaky breath, your head tilting back as his fingers built you up.

“Good.” Was all he said, removing his fingers from your body. “Now, get up.”

“What?” You were torn between shock and anger- hey, you really needed him what could you say?

He helped you off his lap, making you stand on wobbly legs before picking you up over his shoulder.

“Don’t take her far.” Gwil said huskily, as his eyes trailed along the two of you, mainly yourself.

Ben lay you down on the other couch Joe was occupying, allowing your head to rest on Joe’s lap.

Ben then hooked his fingers around your panties, nearly ripping them off your body as he tugged them down your legs.

He then went for his belt buckle, beginning to take his own pants off.

You brought your hand down to rub your aching core while watching Ben’s every move, but Joe beat you two it.

He brought two fingers to pump inside your already stimulated pussy, as his thumb went to rub at your clit.

His other hand started to play with the hair on your head, gently massaging your scalp in the process.

Ben was quick to straddle you, smacking Joes hand out of the way. “I’m not finished.” Ben said roughly, about to insert himself into your body.

“Neither am I.” Joe said back, quite dominantly, turning you on even more. Joe removed his fingers from inside you, but left his hand in a similar position to remain rubbing at your clit.

“You ready?” Ben asked, bringing his attention back to you, as his hands were gently holding your hips.

He wanted to be sure you were okay, I mean, you were doing this because it had been several years since you’ve had sex.

You nodded, smiling back to him while looking at him hungrily in the eyes. With that, he eased himself into you “You’re so tight, baby.”

That only caused you to wrap both of your hands around the blanket your body was laying on top of.

Between Ben slowly thrusting inside of you, and his sweet-talk of course, along with Joes fingers rubbing you, you were going to burst any second.

“Go on, cum for us.” Joe said, bringing the hand that was in your hair to tilt your chin up to him, crashing his lips onto yours (that’s so cliché but heyo it fits).

With that, you felt a knot in your lower stomach, your second orgasm vibrating through you. You moaned into Joe’s lips, feeling his lips curl into a grin as you did so, his face soon pulling away to sit back up.

Ben slowly pulled out of you, making sure he didn’t reach his own high- they were treating you, not the opposite.

Joe, on the other hand, continued to rub your clit with his thumb, inserting the same two fingers that were in you before back through your folds.

“You did great, y/n.” Ben said, breath heavier than before, as he began to leave kisses up your body starting from below your navel.

At this point, you didn’t know who’s fingers were inside you, but you were already nearing your third orgasm of the night.

“You’re still doing great.” Joe said, placing a kiss to the top of your sweaty forehead.

Your breath was short, your heart beating fast, and it was nearly impossible to contain your moans anymore.

From the other couch, Gwil had stopped watching as he was now pumping himself, simply getting off from your moans.

Rami decided it was finally time to help Ben and Joe out.

He made his way over to the three of you, Ben now kissing around your chest, Joes fingers still inside of you, your tired self under the two soaking it all in.

“Mind if I join?” Rami asked, sitting down on the floor, bringing one of his hands up to your breasts using a finger to flick your nipple.

“Fuck..” you were close, yet again, arching your back up in order to feel more of Joes fingers.

Suddenly, kisses were felt on the inside of your thighs, as two large hands gripped both of them; it was Gwil.

“Fucking cum, sweetheart.” Ben said, biting the lobe of your ear, and just like that, you released yourself over Joes fingers.

You were there, chest heaving, sweat covering your body, and still- you weren’t done.

“One more time..” you said, almost out of breath, staring up to Joe. “One more what?” Rami asked, massaging at one of your breasts.

“There are four of you guys, I only orgasmed three times- which Valentine has yet to make me cum?” You stated in a matter of fact tone, taking short breaths between each word.

“Let me do the honors.” Gwil said, hands still gripping your thighs and lips hovering over your core.

And, just like that, you felt his lips sucking on your soaked pussy.

Your breath hitched, as Joe went to rest a gentle hand on your face, thumb rubbing your cheek. You were obviously over-stimulated.

Rami continued toying with your nipples, while Bens kissing continued on your neck. You felt Gwils tongue inside of your throbbing centre, your legs wrapping around his body.

Your hands found the back of Bens back, nails digging into his shoulder blades as your fourth and final orgasm took over your entire body.

Gwil ate you out, making sure to clean up every drop that had left your body since the night started.

You lay there, body limp, feeling on some next kind of high. To be completely honest, you’ve never felt this good before despite how tired your body currently was.

Rami stopped and removed his hands while Ben crawled off of you.

Gwil helped you sit up as Joe pulled you into his side, wrapping an arm around you.

Rami got off of the floor, grabbing the blanket you were laying on the entirety of the time, wrapping it around your exposed and quivering body.

“Thank you.” You said softly into Joe’s chest, trying to regain your breath.

“Are you kidding me, you deserved that.” Gwil grinned leaning into the arm of the couch, Joe giving a peck to the top of your head.

“You did fantastic, babe.” Ben said, ruffling your already messy hair while taking a seat on the armrest of the couch closest to yourself and Joe in order to get a good view of you.

You were having troubled keeping your eyes open on the verge of falling asleep, but what you heard next made you smile from ear to ear.

“Happy Valentines day, y/n.”

MASTERLIST

- Yours Truly, R.

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ask-cockanaya-repository · 5 years

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Gwen 10+ Inches

Ben and Gwen have a literal dick measuring contest. Also Gwen has the Omnitrix because alternate universe. (As if the monstrous cocks wouldn’t give that away.)

[REDACTED] 02/25/2018 "Hhhhhuh." Gwen Tennyson cocks her mouth to one side in thought. "Well if I... tried that one." The Omnitrix gently but tauntingly beeps at her from her wrist. She looks over at her notebook page of button and turning combinations that she's already tried. She's got to finish up soon, but she really wants to fill out this page now, while she's in the zone. Grandpa let her sleep in for once since he and Ben were already going fishing today, so she got up late, took a wash, and is now pacing quietly around the Rustbucket in nothing but her boxers. Thus the need to finish up. "Ooh! I didn't do top left, bottom left..." She trails off while she starts fiddling, her voice replaced with beeps and grinding.

Johnaya 02/25/2018 Ben wasn't entirely sure why he'd been brought along for fishing. It was boring. One of the most boring things ever invented just after golf and before school. Well he had to admit it was nice seeing grandpa have fun and meet with some old friends of his. Even if that was mostly just because it let Ben slip away and go back to the RV. With how enthusiastically he pulls open the door you'd be forgiven thinking he'd been gone all day rather than an hour or two. "Oh man am I glad to be away from that." He sees Gwen there and quickly notices the fact she wasn't wearing a shirt. Or any pants. Being a teenage boy he kind of can't help stare at her butt for a second before looking away, trying not to seem too pervy. "Sorry for busting in on your alone time but I'm tired of messing with stinky, slimy fish."

[REDACTED] 02/26/2018 Startled, Gwen fucks up the sequence she was writing down and loudly slaps her arm against her chest to cover her nipples. "BEN!" She grumps at him for a moment before standing up and facing him. "Do you even know what knocking is? Jeez." Without missing too much of a beat she slips her shirt on over her arm, poking it out the sleeve once she's covered. She doesn't give him much time to speak, walking over while she slips it on. "Did you at least catch something before ditching grandpa?

Johnaya 02/26/2018 He can't help but grin and chuckle a little at just how flustered she gets at his sudden appearance, passing a quick glance over his shoulder. Just barely he catches a glimpse of her not too impressive chest before the blue cat shirt covers it. "Yeah. Caught a pair of perky dweeboobs." He gives enough time for her to yell or roll her eyes at him before not screwing around, turning around to face her. "Actually I did. Some fish with whiskers. Grandpa said it was a catfish but it looked too big and weird." Casually he leans against the fridge as he looks at her, ending up staring at her butt again. Not exactly very obvious in a pair of boxers but it's plump enough to notice. As was some weird bulging visible between her legs but Ben just figures that's the fabric creasing or something.

[REDACTED] 02/26/2018 "If grandpa says it was a catfish it was probably a catfish. He knows a lot more about it than you." She finishes writing the sequence down correctly before shutting the notebook and then crossing her arms at Ben, facing him fully. "So why'd you ditch him? Were you bored or did you just really need to get your fix of staring at my package? Not exactly the most subtle you've ever been about it." She mostly catches him staring at her butt and usually either doesn't say anything or teases him very lightly about it, but this is the most he's ever breached her privacy before.

Johnaya 02/26/2018 "Yeah. I actually came back to get something to make it less boring." Just as Gwen said Ben was staring at her crotch the moment she turned around to face him, eyes practically boring into her underwear. Especially the fact that her turning made the bulge wobble ever so slightly. He gives a shrug and looks away, trying to play it off. "As if. I'm still just wondering why you keep stuffing your boxers with socks. Just because you've got a package." Ben air quotes when he says package. "Doesn't mean you need to overcompensate this much. Like I'd make fun of you having a small dick. That's just not cool."

[REDACTED] 03/04/2018 Gwen is taken aback by the accusation once she realizes just what he was saying. "/Stuffing?/" She laughs a little. "Why would I even do that? Ben, if I had a small dick I would own up to it so at least you could feel like you were better than me in SOME way. This is all real." She gropes herself completely unabashedly, then pats it. "Although I guess I shouldn't assume I'm bigger, I'll admit I haven't seen yours." She puts her hands on her hips and stands with her hips cocked and pushed slightly forward. If he's going to look, might as well let him look.

Johnaya 03/04/2018 Oh. Ben blushes a bit as Gwen gropes herself, looking away again. Even if that was a pair of socks, something he was less sure of by the second, it was still pretty hot. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms to try and play it off, cocking his hip as well. "Yeah. Even IF yours is real I'll bet it's not even half as big as mine!" To make a show as well he does the same thing as Gwen did, grabbing onto his crotch and squeezing. There is quite clearly a bit of a bulge in his pants. He sticks his tongue out at her and crosses his arms again, going back to looking at her bulge. "Actually..." A small smirk crosses his face. "You wanna make a real bet out of it?"

[REDACTED] 03/04/2018 "A bet?" She opens her mouth, closes it, then clicks her tongue. "You literally want to have a dick measuring competition? What are we, teenage boys?" One of her eyebrows goes up and she looks amused. "I mean, you're on, dork, no point in modesty anymore anyways. What's the wager then? Not much to offer each other that we're not already basically sharing."

Johnaya 03/04/2018 Ben could think of a few things they weren't sharing as he stares at Gwen's crotch, noting her boxers are different. So he's thankful for that at least. "Yeah! I figure you've got some rulers in all that nerd equipment of yours. And, uh..." He pauses for a moment as he tries to think of an adequate wager. Sure chores were always a good choice but he felt this was more important. It needed something unique. "Well since we're a pain in each other's butts so often how about whoever loses has to sit on the other's dick down to the balls?" He smirks again. "Sure hope you've got some lube, dweeb."

[REDACTED] 03/14/2018 "A ruler isn't-" She tries to protest rulers being 'nerdy' instead of just basic utility but Ben cuts her off. "... Wow." She just stands there for a moment, considering what he just said. "...... I guess it was going to happen eventually huh? Fine, I'd love to hear how you sound losing your anal virginity to your /clearly superior/ cousin." Tauntingly she sticks her tongue out at him before quickly swiping a ruler from a drawer and slapping it on the table. "There, although I have a feeling we won't need it. You first, pants off! I'm already mostly there."

Johnaya 03/14/2018 Ben rolls his eyes at Gwen and returns the tongue motion. "More like STUPERIOR cause you're stupider." Got her. He looks at the ruler for a moment before nodding, moving his hands down to his pants. "Yeah, yeah. Guess that's fair." He grabs the zipper on the front and pulls it down. Only, instead of stopping halfway down his crotch, it goes all the way down between his legs. It stops just above Ben's butt crack and he pulls down his pants the rest of the way, having sagged some from no longer being zipped. In his boxers there's a pretty clear bulge but it's not as big as Gwen's. It's still pretty ridiculous looking though.

"Ready to get beat, dweeb?" He just gives her a small smirk before grabbing the ruler and moving it next to the two of them on the table, starting to fiddle with his boxers. In a few seconds he fishes out his soft shaft and slaps it down onto the table, making sure the ruler was flush with his cock. He looks pretty triumphant as his flaccid shaft reaches just under nine inches.

[REDACTED] 03/17/2018 Gwen raises one, then both eyebrows at Ben's weird slutty shorts but drops them back down once the dick is revealed, trying not to react too weirdly. She's actually a little impressed, but once the measurement come out she shakes her head softly. "Tsk tsk, you're bigger than I thought you'd be but I was right! We didn't even need the ruler." She pulls her drawers down and her cock flops free, and just at a glance it's clear she's at least in the same size range as him. Once she gets closer however, lining up with the ruler herself so they're close enough to see together, it becomes far more obvious that she's bigger. Besides being thicker even while soft, she's a smidge over eleven inches long as well. Once it's lined up she just crosses her arms, looks at Ben, and shrugs. "Right again, I guess."

Johnaya 03/18/2018 Understandably the triumphant mood Ben just had deflates as he stares at his cousin's larger cock. Staring wasn't the right word. He was more gawking at it, taking a few seconds to respond to her. "Well... Yeah I guess so." As he keeps looking his shaft twitches momentarily and he gets an idea. Reaching a hand down he rubs a thumb along the top of his cock, smirking at Gwen. "You might be bigger soft but I bet I'm bigger hard. You know what they say. Grower not a shower." Teasingly Ben lightly smacks his shaft on the table. "Plus once I'm hard then you can just sit right on it! Provided you aren't too much of a tight ass to take it anyway." Without waiting for Gwen to get back to him Ben was already gingerly stroking his shaft, keeping it close to the table so he could keep comparing to the ruler and to Gwen. "Might need another one of these once I'm all the way hard."

[REDACTED] 03/23/2018 "Oh I guarantee I won't!" She grins competitively at him, stepping back from the table and beginning to jerk herself to erection. "And you look like you've got the tighter butt, loser. Look at this thing." Firmly but not hard enough to be a spank, she pats Ben's ass with her free hand. It jiggles a little. "Actually, I think you have the better butt in general. At least it'll be nice and cushioned for me!" Sounding cockier by the second, she leans backwards against the table. She's not fully hard yet, but she's gotten even thicker and longer, astoundingly. No pre-teen should have a dick this big.

Johnaya 03/23/2018 "Hey!" Ben frowns a bit when Gwen touches his butt, taking a few steps away from the table so she can't reach. "No touching!" He pauses for a moment before stepping back, reaching a hand to his side. "Unless I get to touch back." He casually gropes the side of Gwen's hip, squeezing her ass. True enough hers is nowhere near as soft as his. Sure it's plump but he can tell there's some hidden muscles there. "Yeah my butt is definitely better than yours." He pulls his hand away from his dick briefly to spank his rump, making it jiggle and showing it off. It is quite clearly much larger and plumper than Gwen's.

His own cock is even more impressive, Ben now unable to wrap his hand comfortably around it. His tip swells briefly as his shaft lurches up, smacking back down on the table with a thud. Having looked at his own shaft he takes a look at Gwen's dick, which already looked huge, but is now wider than his arm. His eyes go wide and he just stares at it, mesmerized. "Holy hell, Gwen..."

[REDACTED] 03/27/2018 "What'd I tell you? No ruler needed. Unless you really want to know exactly how much more impressive I am than you." The look she gives him is filled with so much smarm it's beyond words. Her hand goes to Ben's ass again, giving it a nice hard squeeze and spreading it, giving her a good look at her prize. "Huh, looks tight and inviting. You didn't make our bet without actually being prepared for your cousin's big dick, did you? Regretting the terms yet?" The tone of her voice makes it very clear that she's ready to demolish Ben's ass if he'll let her, but if he begs her hard enough she might let him out of it.

Johnaya 03/27/2018 When she touches his ass again he doesn't pull away this time, just narrowing his eyes a bit before sighing. "Fine, fine. I guess you are bigger than me. But I am curious just how much so..." Casually he reaches forward and grabs the ruler, putting it on top of her cock. As he pulls back he lightly flicks at the side of her girthy dick before chuckling. "Measure yourself, dork. I'll get ready." Without waiting to see if she actually was measuring herself or not, mostly cause he wanted this over with, Ben slowly takes off his boxers, having to fit his shaft back through before pulling them down. When his black and white underwear fall his bubbly butt is exposed, the doughy cheeks landing on the table with a small clap. "So... Where did you want to do this?"

[REDACTED] 03/27/2018 "Not going to try to back out, huh? Maybe you're not a complete loser." She does some benchmarking with her thumb so that she can use the 12 inch ruler to measure her 16 inch dick. "Sixteen, dweeb, read it and weep. Hmm..." Touching her finger to her chin, she looks around the RV. The seats where they are now have armrests on the side and a table in front, so that's no good. That leaves the other seating area at the back of the camper. "Let's just do it back here. I could take you outside, but the hilarity of letting other people see wouldn't be worth the punishment. Probably. Come on." With no time to lose she leads him to the back , hard cock swaying freely from her gait. When she gets there she just sits down, legs spread casually and arms propped up on the back of the seat. "Well?"

Johnaya 03/27/2018 The idea of going outside fills him with a weird mix of arousal and nervousness. Luckily though they weren't going to do it. He was going to take his cousin's cock in the privacy of their grandpa's van. Not wanting to annoy her Ben just follows behind Gwen, watching as she plops down on the cushion, her nuts whapping against it. However he notices a bit of a problem. Namely the table in the way. With a sigh he pushes it to the side so he's got enough to stand in front of her, staring down at her massive erection. "Wow. You are big. Bigger than anything else I've stuck in there." Gulping he pauses for a second before dropping to his knees in front of her, grabbing onto her cock with both hands and sucking on the tip. Before she can protest, as if she would, he speaks. "I'm going to blow you first. For lube. I know spit's not too great but it's better than going dry right?"

[REDACTED] 03/27/2018 She thought there was plenty of room between her and the table but whatever. Gwen's eyebrows both slide up from intrigue when Ben, without being prodded, kneels and begins sucking. She actually does consider protesting to make sure he wasn't trying to get out of the bet, but when she hears the actual reason she rolls her eyes. "Ben, I /have/ lube. It's with my stuff. I can't believe you haven't seen it. Then again, you've never seen my bulge before, so maybe you need glasses. Go get the bottle." She gently pushes his head away from her dick.

Johnaya 03/27/2018 Ben narrows his eyes at her as she pushes him away but figures it was for the best. He wasn't exactly that skilled with his mouth and trying against this monster wouldn't teach him much other than to gag. Sighing he gets up from the floor, his ass rubbing her shaft as he does, and walks off to get her lube. It wasn't too hard to find, what with it being a liter bottle, but Ben was confused how he'd never seen it before. Or the massive condom wrappers she had in her drawer. He picks one up to look at it before tossing it at Gwen, coming back with the bottle of lube. "I can't believe you brought condoms. Have you ever... used any of them?" As he spoke he squirted a dollop of lube onto Gwen's shaft, slowly running his hand along it to coat his cousin's behemoth.

[REDACTED] 03/27/2018 Gwen watches as the still relatively small plastic square ineffectually falls to the ground like a piece of paper, noting that she should pick that up when they're done. Or earlier maybe. Who knows. "Yeah, I use them so I don't make a mess when I masturbate. What do you do, ruin a sock?" She settles into her seat a little when Ben starts lubing her up, wiggling a little and sinking in. This was going to be good. He's a lot less hesitant than she was expecting him to be. He had been scoping her out for a while...

Johnaya 03/27/2018 "No I use the bathroom or paper towels like a normal person." He smirks at her as his hands glide along her shaft, running a thumb across her cockhead, the top of it glistening from the lube. Of course Ben had a suspicion that what he put on wouldn't be enough but he was fine with using more. After all it was Gwen's lube and not his. "Even with this thing you're still a dork. I thought since you had condoms you'd have at least had some action." He pats the side of Gwen's shaft and chuckles, grabbing the bottle of lube again. Squirting another dollop on he gets back to work stroking her, now focusing more on the middle and lower parts of her cock. His eyes wander down to look at her base, seeing how much more he had to do, as well as catch a glimpse of her huge, plump balls.

[REDACTED] 03/27/2018 "I've had a little, just not on our road trip. I've been too focused on fighting and figuring out the watch. Not like you're going to tell me you've gotten laid recently either. Otherwise you'd be ogling me less." Ben's hands working on her are nice, but nowhere near as nice as a tight butt. She taps his hip with her foot. "Chop chop. That's more than enough." There really is a thick layer on there.

Johnaya 03/27/2018 Ben sticks his tongue out at her and pats the side of her cock as he stands. "Hey this thing isn't going in your butt. You'd be using a lot of lube if you were in my position too." When he's finally on his feet he pauses in front of her, just looking down. Watching Gwen's cock throb and glisten in the light was pretty hot to look at he had to admit. Even if it did make him incredibly nervous. "You look bigger. Or is that just the lighting? I've never put this much lube on anything before." He gulps but doesn't wait for an answer, turning around and nonchalantly pressing his ass to her cock. With both hands he reaches back to spread his cheeks, making sure Gwen can see as he presses her cockhead right against his hole. "You ready?" That was less him asking her and more him stalling.

[REDACTED] 04/25/2018 She makes a note to ask him what else he's put lube on before. Without answering, and with a naughty smirk on her face, Gwen gives Ben a single smack on the ass while steadying her shaft with the other hand. Before he can react further, she grabs him so he's steady as well and pushes her hips up, meeting the opening of his asshole with her handsomely shaped cockhead and meeting obvious resistance. Without pushing the matter (literally) further she nestles her own butt back into the seat and pokes the small of his back impatiently. "Do you always make girls wait like this after you get them horny?"

Johnaya 04/25/2018 Seeing Gwen give that naughty smirk made Ben gulp and look down at her cock again, gnawing on his bottom lip. Before he can ask again, for clarification, she ends up pressing her tip to his asshole. The effect is immediate and he lets out a deep, slutty moan. He doesn't try to draw attention to it, instead steadying himself again and reaching a hand back to spread one of his ass cheeks. "I don't usually deal with super horny girls or their sixteen inch dicks, Gwen." Taking a deep breath he pushes back, feeling her thick cockhead press against his surprisingly pliable asshole. But given she's this massive it's still a stretch, making Ben groan deeply once more. It takes a little more effort but, soon enough, her cockhead pops inside of him and he gasps. "Tw-twenty inches. Guh... You're friggin' huge." He gyrates his hips a little, managing an inch or so more of dick, and claps his doughy cheeks around her shaft.

[REDACTED] 05/06/2018 "Not bad." She smugly puts her arms behind her head and relaxes into her seat. "But the bet was to SIT, Ben! Chop chop, you're not free here until I feel your fat girly butt squishing against my crotch! You're lucky it isn't twenty. Maybe after puberty?" With a little wiggle of her hips she waits for Ben to keep going. As much as she'd love to make this faster herself, it's so much more humiliating to make him do it. If he thought he was going to be living this down any time soon... well, he doesn't know his cousin very well.

Johnaya 05/06/2018 "Hey! Well you've got a big, manly cock so, uh..." Ben's voice trails off as he realizes that wasn't exactly an insult. Under his breath he says "As if you even need puberty." The wiggle Gwen gave made Ben gasp lightly and look back at her. That definitely was a lot of cock he had to take. But a bet was a bet. Taking a deep breath he looks back at Gwen and gives her a wink to try and seem confident. Even though he'd only just gotten her inside he starts to push harder, gritting his teeth as he feels inch after incredibly thick inch slide into his hole. It takes a few minutes but eventually Ben reaches a little over half way down her cock, panting hard with a deep blush on his face as he looks back stunned. With a concerned look on his face he takes another deep breath and foregoes any more preparation, thrusting his hips back hard until he feels his cousin's crotch against his ass, cheeks clapping audibly against her.

[REDACTED] 05/21/2018 Gwen watches with perverse satisfaction as her length slowly disappears, sort of hoping that at some point Ben will admit defeat and be unable to continue. When he stops halfway she thinks she's gotten her wish, just about to open her mouth, but all she's able to communicate is an "oof" as Ben drops rather gracelessly into her lap. Inhaling sharply, she just sits there a moment before letting out a huge breath. "Alright! Not bad, you did it. Now you can feel aaaaall of my superiority in your ass." She leans in and talks into his ear, not in a sultry way, just a smug way. "How's it feel, cousin?"

Johnaya 05/22/2018 It takes Ben a few moments to respond to what Gwen said. Mostly because it takes him that long to let out the breath he was still holding, breathing deeply afterwards. Both of his hands move to his belly and rub at it. There's the clear outline of Gwen's cock bulging through his skin and he can't help but bite his lip. "A real p-pain in the butt. Like you." He weakly smirks at her before gasping, grinding his hips against her. His own shaft twitches and drools out a bit of pre-cum, Ben gnawing on his lip. "A-actually it's... Ugh. It f-feels really good, Gwen." The blush on his face intensified as he said that, ashamed to admit it to Gwen. Mostly because it meant he had to say Gwen was actually doing something nice for him.

[REDACTED] 05/22/2018 "... Well good. It should, all things considered." Dang, that wasn't nearly as satisfying or humiliating for Ben as she had hoped, but it really caught her off guard, and she's very very turned on. Definitely going to have to rub one out after this. "Well you're free to go, d-... slut." She leans back and crosses her arms, waiting for Ben to begin his arduous journey back up. "You held up the wager, surprisingly enough, I can't fault you for that at least."

Johnaya 05/22/2018 If he was able to notice it Ben would definitely take a bit of pride in deflating Gwen's sails. Speaking of deflating though he did currently have a monstrous cock buried inside of him. That was only there for a bet. And that's it. He totally wasn't enjoying how this felt at all. Hearing Gwen tell him he's free to go gets him to start moving upwards. Only, after a few inches, Ben's legs end up giving out and he lands back on Gwen's lap. He sits for a moment before trying again, this time reaching halfway, before clapping back against her. "Nnn... Come on." Both hands reach back to spread his ass cheeks, trying to give himself a little more leeway as he starts to move again.

[REDACTED] 05/22/2018 Gwen grunts as she is inadvertently caused to semi-fuck Ben's butt. "What are you doing, idiot, just stand UP!" She puts her hands under his cheeks and helps lift. "Unless you're trying to lose your virginity to me, you should be more careful! Take it slowly." She provides steady support, but once he's part way up an idea strikes her. She stops pushing.... and lets go. "Uff, whooops! Looks like clumsiness runs in the family! At least you said you like it, right?" She leans forward over his shoulder again and winks at him.

Johnaya 05/22/2018 "I'm trying! It's a bit hard with that huge thing inside of me." With a bit of annoyance Ben reaches back and grabs onto the exposed bit of cock. It was quite clearly feigned annoyance as he starts to stroke it gently before pulling away. He really needed to get off of her before he actually got off on her. His shaft was twitching more, pre-cum dribbling from the tip. When Gwen lets him fall he gasps and can't help but grind his hips against her, panting softly. "Y-yeah. But just cause it, nnn, feels good doesn't mean I want your gross... meaty monster cock in me." Even despite his protests Ben's hips are raising an inch or so every few seconds before slapping back down on Gwen's crotch.

[REDACTED] 05/23/2018 "Mnf, yeah." Gwen starts meeting Ben's hip movements in kind, thrusting up against him and helping him lift a little higher each time by holding his hips. "I can't think of anything more disgusting than finishing in your tight butt." And he really is tight, she reflects, especially his entrance. She can feel his hole squeezing her even as it bounces up and down on her cock. "W-want to make another bet?" She tries to sing at him tauntingly, but her voice falters whenever their bodies meet, the force of impact now making an audible sound.

Johnaya 05/23/2018 Feeling Gwen thrust up to meet him he can't help but gasp, biting his bottom lip. He almost protests about it but thinks better of it. After all he was raising up a bit higher each time so it was clearly working. At the mention of bet Ben turns around to look at Gwen while still trying, and quite clearly failing, to pull himself off of her. "What, nnn, kind of bet, dweeb?" He plants his rump on her crotch again and grinds against it, hands renewing their grip on his doughy cheeks. "I'm g-gonna guess it's gotta do with your... huge dick. Right? I can feel you throbbing harder inside me."

[REDACTED] 05/29/2018 Panting now, she lets out a short groan of pleasure. She's gotta do boy butt more often, she thinks. "Obviously. Wanna wager on who cums first?" She grunts and shudders a little, having just pounded Ben a little harder on accident. "If I get off first you get to return the favor with my butt. You leak on the floor first and I pick our nex- nnmm, position." This maybe isn't a wise bet, considering she can feel her body getting ready to let loose already, but it's not like there's a downside, and she's not exactly thinking straight. She's too busy fucking tight cousin butt for that.

Johnaya 05/30/2018 "I thi-think... think..." Ben's voice trails off as he starts thrusting himself back harder, arching his back. His shaft is twitching wildly in front of him and drooling pre-cum now, swinging upwards and flexing. With a deep, needy moan it gives one final throb before twitching and launching a rope of jizz out, splattering onto the table. First time he's ever orgasmed from just his butt and he can't deny it feels really, really good. But maybe that had to do with Gwen's monster cock filling him up so much. He keeps moaning and panting as streams of cum weakly spurt out of his dick but they mostly just drool out, landing on the floor. It lasts for around half a minute before Ben leans back and sighs, grinding against Gwen's crotch as the final rope rolls down his shaft. "F-f-fuck..."

[REDACTED] 06/12/2018 Gwen is more than happy to see Ben cumming before her, and helps him along by picking up the slack in their rhythm from his loss of focus. She's so, so close it's almost painful but she doesn't quite make it before Ben relaxes against her. The grinding is nice though, and helps keep her right on the edge. "Does that mean I win, Ben?" She teases right in his ear before pushing her hips against his butt in a vain attempt to finish. "But I didn't uh-h... hh, finish. Can you just. Do a little more?"

Johnaya 06/22/2018 Ben's still moaning gently as he grinds against Gwen's crotch, feeling her cock twitching vigorously inside of him. Even in his post-orgasmic daze he knew she was close. He leans back and airily chuckles at her before picking up his ass, lifting barely an inch before landing back on her. "W-what's the matter, Gwen? Can't h-handle some teasing?" He keeps up the barely noticeable lifting, just until he's sure Gwen's about to spank him in annoyance, before slowly lifting himself all the way up her shaft. His stretched asshole sucks on her shaft all the way up before he reaches the tip, wiggling his hips briefly before slamming back down. Gasping he gets back to riding her but with much less focus now, more sloppy and erratic but no less pleasurable.

[REDACTED] 07/03/2018 Gwen's hands are inches away from grasping at Ben's rear again before he drops, making her gasp and curl her fingers uselessly in the air. Instead she just puts them at her side and digs tightly into the seat while she lets her cousin do all of the work. The break in the action pushed her orgasm back by a few moments, but Ben's eager bouncing brings her right back to it momentarily, and only a few bounces later she makes an indistinct yell and mindlessly shoves her hips up as she begins to cum. Her ass bounces pitifully up and down in its seat, her body eager to breed, while her sack tightens and pumps so much thick cum that you can see the bottom of her cock fill out a little. "Ah, yyyes!"

Johnaya 07/06/2018 When Gwen's hips collide with his own it nearly knocks the breath out of him, making him gasp sharply and let out a girlish moan. He quickly covers his mouth, hoping she didn't hear, but it's for naught. The second her shaft starts twitching inside him he gets right back to moaning softly and as that hot load pumps into his butt he gets louder. He throws his head back and pants gently, rubbing a hand over the bulge in his belly from Gwen's cock, feeling each shot on the inside and out. His hips continue to gyrate and lift slightly, taking about an inch or so of her cock every few seconds. When she finishes he just runs his hand along the cum bump in his stomach, letting out a little ooph. "Jeez, Gwen. Y-you were pretty backed up, huh? It's s-so much my whole butt is warm."

[REDACTED] 07/17/2018 Gwen keeps up her steady, if minimal, thrusting through her whole climax until she's got nothing left to give, her ass falling back into the cushion and her back sinking into the seat behind her. For a few moments she just pants quietly, and it takes her a moment to respond to Ben at all. "Ah, nah, I usually cum about that much. Gotta say though... whew... you make some pretty cute noises for a dweeb. Maybe that got a little more out of me... Not to mention that tight butt. Slut." She pokes Ben's ass with her tongue out before letting both arms fall to her sides. "Whew..."

Johnaya 07/17/2018 Ben just turns his head to look at Gwen when she mentions cumming that much normally, squishing a finger into his stomach by about an inch. Which makes him unintentionally let out a little moan and normally he'd try to play it off but he feels too good now to bother. He still blushes at her calling his noises cute and the poke to his ass. To tease her a bit he wiggles his hips and rocks back and forth, sliding his bubbly cheeks along her crotch. "Thanks. I think." He pauses for a moment. "You monster cocked dork." He sits there for a little while, just enjoying the feeling of being full, before gently lifting his ass. A small moan escapes his lips as he plops back down on Gwen's crotch, turning to look at her again. "So... What now? You wanna keep going?"

[REDACTED] 07/19/2018 She lets out a hefty breath before 'tch'ing at him. "Uhh, yeah, I just won our second bet, didn't I? You think I'm gonna let you get away from that while I'm still rock hard?" After a small arm stretch she removes her shirt, having realized she's getting pretty sweaty. Her chest is very modest, not even close to needing a bra yet. "I think I want you on the ground pointing your butt up at me so I can plow you into the carpet. Sound good?"

Johnaya 07/20/2018 Oh right. He'd nearly forgotten about that after feeling her unload inside of him. Still he hadn't expected it would be right now but, sure enough, he tightens around her and feels she's just as hard as before. He lets out a small "Oh god." underneath his breath as he wonders just how long she can go, his own cock twitching gently. "That sounds..." It sounds really embarrassing. But also extremely hot. "Fine with me." He reaches a hand back as he stands up slowly to stabilize himself, groaning noisily as her beastly member leaves his hole. Every inch feels just as good coming out as it did going in and, in what seems like far too short a time, Ben's already at her tip, standing mostly upright. With a sharp gasp he steps forward and she audibly pops out of him and Ben can't help but look back.

His asshole is absolutely ruined now, Ben knowing none of the toys he had before would fit anymore. Or satisfy him at the very least. It's gaped and stretched, flexing open and closed gently, the smallest amount of jizz seeping out. Seems Gwen came deep enough to prevent that being too much of a problem. "God I can't get over how big you are, Gwen." Ben reaches a hand back to stroke at her cum, lube, and ass covered cock, mostly just to touch it. His other hand spreads one of his cheeks, showing her just what she's done to him, his abused hole practically winking at her. "So thick and meaty..." He realizes that he's not doing what she said and stops for a moment, just looking at her and smiling. "Mind, nnn, tossing a pillow down so I don't get rug burn?"

[REDACTED] 09/27/2018 Gwen's not even bothered at Ben's procrastinating because she's so busy staring at his hole, lip bitten with both eyebrows slightly up. When she hears the tone of a question being asked she snaps out of it and grabs the pillow as asked, casually throwing it on the shitty RV carpet the Rustbucket has. But before Ben can get down, she stands as well and sandwiches her cock between her and Ben, pressed against his back. Like this, she can see and Ben can feel just how deep it goes, and Gwen just flexes her cock against him for a moment before leaning forward and cockily asking "Well??? Get moving!"

Johnaya 09/27/2018 Ben lets out a surprisingly girly squeak as Gwen pushes herself forward and wedges her cock in between his ass cheeks, feeling the hot shaft throbbing against his spine. Well at least she didn't push him over and just start fucking him though some part deep inside almost wished she had. Mentally shaking it off Ben gulps and nods to Gwen as he gently gyrates his hips, teasing her a bit before leaning down against the pillow. It wasn't exactly comfortable, either the pillow or the floor, but he could tolerate it for now. With his face down and his ass up he's almost ready for Gwen but he decides to tease her just a bit more. Reaching both his hands back he spreads his cheeks wide and shows off his hole again, wiggling his hips gently. "Hurry up, Gwen.~" That should get her really going.

[REDACTED] 09/30/2018 The first thing Ben feels after hearing Gwen drop to her knees is a hard thwap of her cock against his hole, followed by her dragging it back to get the tip in place. "Ben you slut, if you want me to be rough you can just ask." With his hole so thoroughly gaped her cock head just slots in. When she pushes, Ben's ass accepts her with no problem. She grips his hips tightly and thrusts, delighted by the feeling of his insides brushing against her while she forces them into shape with her tool. Halfway in already, she decides she's going to make good on that statement right away and pulls on Ben while she thrusts, slamming her groin against him and slapping her nuts into his taint.

Johnaya 09/30/2018 Another girlish squeak comes from him when Gwen's shaft smacks against his ass, pulling his hands away to put them on the floor to brace himself. He hadn't exactly wanted it rough but he also wasn't going to protest. Mostly because he kind of wants it and doesn't think Gwen would stop even if he asked. When she presses against his hole he lets out a shuddering moan before gasping as half of it is already inside of him. "J-jeez. No breaks, huh?" His eyes go wide as he's yanked back against her crotch and his arms wobble before giving out, Ben's head landing on the pillow as he moans. He shakes his hips gently in Gwen's grasp, feeling her huge nuts resting against his own, eyes rolling up into his head as his shaft throbs to life again.

[REDACTED] 09/30/2018 "A hero has to put her best into everything she does, including your... BUTT!" Gwen pulls back mid-sentence and finishes it as she thrusts back in, feeling very powerful when she hears the clap of her hips hitting his plump cheeks. She goes as fast as she can while pulling out around half of her length each thrust, which is a little easier due to being able to push and pull Ben's ass in reverse of her movements. "I bet alien sluts aren't nearly as- MMF! Loose as you are, right Ben?" She slows down, just momentarily, to smack his ass. "No way they could take me as easy as you are!~ I feel bad for superheroes who don't have cousins as good for taking cock as you."

Johnaya 10/04/2018 More moans and more girlish squeaks. Gwen was really giving it to him now or, at the very least, it sure felt like it. He groans and reaches a hand back, squeezing his cheek and just digging his fingers in, not sure what else to be doing with his hand right now. The other fist is clenching against the carpet, occasionally tensing up. "P-probably? You're the, nnn, one that usually gets hit on b-by them. G-guess they're a lot better at noticing y-your bulge huh?" As she slows down he coos before gasping as she spanks his ass. "Well I-I... really like taking your cock!" Ben promptly buries his face in the pillow, moaning loudly and whorishly as pre-cum drools from his shaft like a faucet.

[REDACTED] 10/14/2018 "Oh yeah???" She smacks his ass again before bending forward, chest against his back, arms wrapped around him, and she begins to jackhammer against him. Losing her composure almost immediately, she grunts into Ben and drools on him ever so slightly. Not that it's easy to hear through the repeated rhythmic 'fwap's. Her dick is so big, and being a preteen Ben is so thin, that she can actually feel the pressure from her arms wrapping around him when she hilts. "Beeennn~" Gwen groans, the tight boy butt still gripping her marvelously even with her rapid pounding.

Johnaya 10/15/2018 Ben grit his teeth when Gwen spanked him again before nearly getting knocked over when she practically jumps on his back to get even deeper inside. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his mouth opens in a silent moan, feeling his ass slap against her crotch, hard. There's not much he can do other than get pounded by her, trying to hold himself steady. Even still they scooch slightly along the floor every so often, making him ooph at the motion. When she moans out his name he can't help but respond, his in a more slutty tone. "Gw-gweeen!" His shaft twitches and drools a bit of cum as her hammering brings him to orgasm, a deep, needy groan coming from Ben's throat.

[REDACTED] 10/16/2018 Gwen muffles her embarrassing noises by burying her face in Ben's back, but the swear words she mutters while her thrusts get sloppy are still easy to make out. Ben would be unable to miss her orgasm because it starts with her pressing down on him more, having difficulty holding her weight up with jelly legs and no arm support. Then, of course, even with the small gyrating thrusts Gwen can manage like this, it wouldn't be hard to feel a muscle as strong as her cock flex inside him, releasing the second batch of hot cum in his ass today. Doing her best not to crush him or stop thrusting, Gwen lets go of him to support herself, putting space between their sweat slick skins and giving her a lot more downward leverage to /really/ push deep inside him when she hilts.

Johnaya 10/17/2018 For a moment Ben tries to do the same thing as Gwen, muffling his moans with the pillow on the ground, but Gwen's hard thrusts quickly knock him off of it. With his face planted in ground Gwen can hear his noises loud and clear. He pants and moans and even squeaks as she rubs her cock all along his insides, fists clenching the old carpet. Even if she wasn't moving much he could've sworn the whole van was shaking with each little shudder she had. He wondered if it had actually been shaking earlier before his dumb line of thought is cut off by the hard buck of her shaft inside of him. His eyes go wide as he picks himself up and nearly throws his head back but is careful not to hit Gwen with the back of his head. Gritting his teeth he feels her get just a bit deeper before slumping forward again, jaw slack, jizz drooling from his shaft, as his belly bloats even further with her immense orgasm.

[REDACTED] 10/29/2018 Once her orgasm is underway Gwen starts losing ability to maintain stability, hips jerking back and forth inconsistently whenever her muscles feel the urge. Moments later she really gives away her ability to pound Ben, because she leans on one arm and reaches under him to stroke his impressive length as well. What she's left doing could barely be called thrusts, but she still valiantly goes at it at least as good as any tween could be expected to while unloading over half a gallon in her cousin's butt and jacking him off. "Mmf-" All of the haughty attitude has left her voice, reduced to pleasured groaning.

Johnaya 10/29/2018 When Gwen involves her hand Ben's not even sure what he should do. The pleasure is almost more than he can handle. With her this deep and his shaft getting stroked there's really only one thing he can do. His eyes roll into the back of his head and his face goes full ahegao as he keep shooting onto the floor, each rope now more potent than before thanks to Gwen's motions. His moans are even sluttier but quieter, now having lost some of his voice. Still he can manage to say something to Gwen, amid gasps, before he goes right back to panting and moaning. "G-g-give me all your cum, Gwen! Drain your balls in my butt!~"

[REDACTED] 10/29/2018 Gwen can't help herself. She laughs, just a little, mid-'gasm from Ben's dirty talk. A few seconds later she stops thrusting, just holding herself balls deep while she continues to pant and stroke. "You're, hah, such a slut. How did this not... happen sooner?" Her hand is fighting with Ben's cum bloated stomach for room beneath him, having to angle his shaft away to not repeatedly bump into it. He looks just a little pregnant, the first orgasm having taken up all the space inside, forcing the second to swell him up. "You came just from my giant cock in your ass, huh? You didn't even need my hand!" Of course, she keeps going, actually stroking better with her own climax out of the way, even while panting. "Whoo... Why don't you thank me, Ben? Huh?" She does one, succinct pound against his butt, but feeling overly sensitive in her afterglow it makes her bite her lip. Not that he could see that.

Johnaya 10/29/2018 Ben lets out a weak "I don't know" amid his myriad pants, slowly refocusing his eyes. He can feel just how bloated he is now from her orgasm. One of his hands, wobbling like jelly, slowly moves back to touch at his stomach. He lets out a small moan and picks his head up some, giving Gwen a little more room to stroke him off. Not that he's sure he could cum much more. Right now at least. He's still hard enough but his cum just lazily drools out once more. "H-huh?" He gets a second to think about what she said before she thrusts against him again, making him gasp and squeak. His shaft twitches eagerly in her hand, throbbing against his belly. "Th-thank you, dork? N-no way! Why do I have to thank you anyway." While he spoke he couldn't help but grind his hips against her crotch, that little thrust of hers having gotten him, while not exactly horny again, definitely up for some more.

[REDACTED] 10/29/2018 Since they're both still erect, whether they're ready to go or not, Gwen uses this to her advantage by pressing her A-cups against his back again, although this time not leaning back at a weird angle so her head is next to his. She doesn't stop stroking. "Oh, so you /didn't/ like it? That's fine! I can keep it away from you from now... Nn! On!" She thrusts mid-sentence and makes herself squeak, but it shouldn't diminish her point any, especially when she runs her fingers over his tip mid-stroke and deliberately brushes the edge of the head with her thumb.

Johnaya 10/30/2018 If she had a bigger chest Ben would be much more intimidated. Still he can't help but groan as she presses against him, mostly because it drives her cock deeper inside of him again. "N-no I..." His voice is cut off when she thrusts again. He gasps loudly and slumps forward a little, gritting his teeth. The hand still sliding along his shaft was also making this much more difficult, in a good way. When her thumb plays with his tip he lets out a gentle moan before crying out. "A-alright, Gwen! Thank you for pounding my ass raw with your monster cock!" He gyrates his hips weakly against her, panting softly. "Keep going for as long as you need. Dork."

[REDACTED] 11/05/2018 "You're welcome!" She grins the way she does when she feels superior to Ben... Then smooches him on the cheek before pushing herself upright. "My cock is wet enough for this morning though." Squeezing both ass cheeks, she pushes Ben away from herself, keeping her crotch where it is. Her breath hitches a little from the oversensitive jolts of friction from the movement, making her toes curl a little from how long it takes to pull out such a long dick when you're not actually pulling your body away. By the time she's out she's far from being completely hard anymore, tip drooping and weakly grazing against Ben's sack.

Johnaya 11/05/2018 Ben lets out a barely audible "Aw..." before catching himself and burying his face in the pillow. Thankfully that prepares him for when Gwen starts moving. Or rather when she starts moving him. Groaning he feels his ass slide slowly off of Gwen's shaft, feeling each and every cum slick inch rub against his hole. His fingers grip tightly to the floor and he moans into the pillow, toes curling in arousal. Down below his cock twitches excitedly until, finally, he feels her monstrous cock pop out of him. If his hole was wrecked before it's now absolutely ruined, gaping open wide and lazily drooling a small bit of Gwen's jizz down his taint and over his balls. When her tip nudges his sack he gasps and picks his head up, letting out a needy moan as his shaft noisily smacks against his belly before he slumps back to the floor.

[REDACTED] 11/07/2018 Gwen grimaces lightly from the sensitivity as she goes to grab something to wipe her own cum off of herself. "Well, if you enjoyed it so much, maybe you can... get some more of it! Some time. If you can build up the nerve to ask me politely.~" She flutters her eyelashes. "... I'm kidding. We should both be casual about it." Stuffing her cock back into her underwear, she notices that Ben's kind of a wreck and pauses. "Need help, slut? Did I make you too heavy? Or your dick too hard?"

Johnaya 11/07/2018 As Gwen fully puts herself away Ben just sort of slumps forward, groaning as he puts pressure on his stomach. A fresh trail of jizz drools from his gaped asshole and he turns his head to face Gwen. He gives a weak thumbs up and grins before sloppily flipping himself over with his shaky arms. His belly wobbles gently and he can't help but gasp, cradling it with his hands as he leans back onto the floor. "I think you dicked me too hard. I'm not sure I can settle for other dicks now..." At this point he doesn't care admitting that to Gwen, especially since she seemed eager about going again later. Still his shaft throbs against his gravid stomach and he looks between it and Gwen. "I could use a hand though."

[REDACTED] 11/10/2018 Seeing Ben on the floor with a decently pregnant looking gut and nice, roomy gape, all caused by her, is a nice ego boost. And while she's definitely not going to say it, she's glad to have a new way to spend time with Ben. So while before she was only jacking him off while fucking him because it was hot, when he asks for help she purses her lips before calmly getting down to her knees to finish her new sub off. "Sure, but only because you've been so tolerable today." One hand around the base, one cupping his sack, she starts to lazily work both, squeezing and stroking gently. And not risking how short his fuse might be, she only takes one short lick beneath his tip before sliding it through her lips. She doesn't really fellate him, just licks and sucks on the head, but she does so a lot more happily and willingly than you would think given the way she's been handling things so far.

Johnaya 11/11/2018 Wow she was really going to do that? Just jerking him off would've been fine. Shakily he raises a hand to try and stop her but it's too late. By the time it's even visible she's already sucking his tip and stroking him. His hand forms into a fist and hits the ground again, Ben letting out a deep, guttural moan. "O-o-oh fuck. Gwen!" He gnaws on his bottom lip and rocks his hips to try and assist in her motions. Not that she needed the help. "Y-you're so good at this!" Pre-cum wells and drools from his tip, the rest of his cock twitching excitedly. It was pretty obvious he was getting close but it still seemed a little ways off, helped by the fact Ben was enjoying this too much to blow his load that quick. Even if he had just been so close while she was pounding his ass.

[REDACTED] 11/23/2018 "Mmmah." She pops her mouth off and starts circling his tip with her tongue for a moment. "You don't have to keep kissing my ass, Ben, I got my ego for the day. Not like I have much practice at this. But I /do/ enjoy it, so... " It's also much better than having to clean up more spooge than necessary. Her mouth closes around his cock again and she sucks on it, literally, while bobbing up and down by just an inch or so. The hand on his dick never stopped, but it does speed up now while her other one (carefully) squeezes his sack and massages his nuts. She keeps her eyes closed mostly, only stealing a few peeks up at Ben when he makes a particularly cute noise to see the face he's making. Stupid cute boys and their faces.

Johnaya 11/24/2018 Ben just looks at her and pouts. Or tries to at least, his face occasionally contorting in pleasure. "I-I'm not. At least I'm not trying to but maybe you, nnn, sucking my dick is making me want to compliment you more." His pouting face turns to one of pure pleasure now, having gotten the point across. He's panting heavily as Gwen bobs her head along his shaft. Pre-cum is drooling from his shaft like crazy and he's twitching excessively. It seems he's trying to hold off cumming for as long as he can, not wanting Gwen to stop. When her hand gropes his balls he lets out a deep, needy groan and tosses his head back. When he pulls it back up his tongue is partially hanging from his mouth and his eyes are half lidded, pupils darting in and out of the back of his head as he tries to focus. "A-almost..."

[REDACTED] 12/04/2018 Jeez, if she's going to do this for him the least he could do is make it quick. Oh well, she can still get a little more fun out of this. With a grunt she pushes his tip back until it's pressing at the entrance to her throat, making short bobs so that he repeatedly pokes against it. Then she, with one final squeeze, lets go of his sack. Instead that hand slides forward and nonchalantly slides her middle and ring fingers into his ass, which is open and inviting, if a little slimy with her own cum. It only takes a few seconds of poking around to find what she's looking for, and she carefully but firmly presses against his prostate with both fingers, massaging it to try to finish him off and maybe even increase how much of a treat she earns.

Johnaya 12/07/2018 For the briefest moment Ben contemplates trying to hold on for longer to get Gwen to give him a proper blowjob. To see just how well she could take dick as well as give it. Those thoughts are dashed when she starts prodding his tip against her throat, amazed he didn't hear her gagging. What was really shocking was the sudden fingers in his ass though, delving deep and rubbing against his prostate. Unable to hold it any longer he lets out deep, needy moans while his face goes pure pleasure. He tenses up as he starts to cum, the first rope shooting straight down Gwen's throat soon followed by another and another, hot spunk running like a river into her belly. He can't even talk, just babbling out Gwen's name while moaning, his orgasm dragging on as long as she presses against his prostate.

[REDACTED] 12/09/2018 The first blast of her cousin's jizz catches her off guard, and while she gets it down it leaves her off-kilter for the second, making her sputter as most of it leaks out of her mouth. After that she gets on top of it, holding his tip in place pressing just against her throat and swallowing repeatedly. Just like chugging a float, she steadily gulps it down while her fingers maintain a forceful circular motion, pushing his button again and again with rhythm. She milks him for her own amusement for at least thirty seconds before her fingers finally slide out, dripping with her own goo. To finish the job she braces herself and pop the head of his cock into her throat and pushes, getting a bulge halfway down her throat to show for it while she lets him finish unloading, eyes closed and humming the whole time.

Johnaya 12/13/2018 When Ben feels his own jizz splatter on his crotch he lets out a sharp gasp, his eyes refocusing to watch Gwen. Just looking at her face makes him shoot out another rope right down her throat. Of course that could also be because of her constant prostate mashing, each rub of her fingers sending shivers down Ben's spine. When Gwen finally takes him into her throat he lets out a deep, needy groan as he bites his bottom lip. His hands clench and unclench and he does something he was probably going to regret. In his haze of pleasure his hands shakily reach up towards Gwen and grab onto the back of her head. Smiling awkwardly at her he just starts to slowly push, feeling his shaft steadily get deeper into her throat, each new inch in her wet mouth accompanied by another shot of jizz.

[REDACTED] 12/14/2018 "MmmMMGH!" Her eyes briefly open in surprise before screwing shut again, failing to suppress her first gag but keeping the reflex in check afterwards through determination. Instead of fighting it, she moves her hand off of his dick and lets herself be pushed to the bottom, choking just a little bit again. Her hand instead grabs his sack once more, and firmly, to remind him of her dominance. Still, the other arm backhands his arm away, and she looks up at him angrily... Before aggressively deepthroating him, lips repeatedly pressing against his groin, looking directly at him all the while even while her eyes begin to water.

Johnaya 12/15/2018 Well he knew he was going to regret trying that but this wasn't how he had expected it. What was already probably the most intense orgasm of his teen life got even more so when his cousin's throat fully enveloped his cock. He almost pulled out when he felt her gag and choke around him but the firm hand on his balls made him squeak. And then she had started to move. He looks at her right in the eyes before his own cross and he moans loudly, jaw going slack. Ropes of spunk just continued onwards as his orgasm was dragged on and on, each squeeze of his balls making a fresh one shoot out. Slurred, with his tongue hanging from his mouth, he finally says "I g-g-give! Shorry, Gwen!" before his head slumps backwards, his hips weakly bucking up to meet her face.

[REDACTED] 01/06/2019 With a little smug hum, Gwen begins sliding off of her cousin's dick, feeling the cum flavor in her mouth get a little thicker the closer she comes to getting off, until there's one last spooge directly into her mouth before she gulps it down and pulls him out. She coughs a little into her arm, other hand pushing his dick against his belly so that any remaining squirts just end up on him. "Jeez you cum a lot for such a dweeb." Her free hand rubs the water out of her eyes while she lowers down again, this time opening wide and closing her lips around half of one of Ben's nuts. This isn't a continuation of service though, she gives it one short lick before sucking slightly too hard and letting it fall out. "Learn not to take advantage of me when I'm going out of my way to do something nice for you? Maybe I should only use your butt."

Johnaya 01/07/2019 Ben could only pant heavily as Gwen slowly pulled off of his shaft, each inch pulling from her mouth making him shiver. When he finally popped out he gave a sharp gasp as a final rope splattered onto his belly, nearly hitting him in the chin. It just drooled a few more drops of cum, twitching all the while, before finally stopping. Just as he's about to talk Gwen sucks on his nut and his cock swings up, Ben groaning deeply. "I th-think you sucked all the cum from my balls." His loose sack flops down again when Gwen lets go, Ben still panting heavily. "I said I was sorry! I couldn't help it since it was so good. I'll let you fuck my throat later to make up for it. If you want." Not knowing what else to do at the moment he just slowly sat up to look at Gwen, seeing her slightly wet eyes and spit covered lips. His cock gave a weak shudder before slowly starting to soften.

[REDACTED] Today at 10:57 PM Blinking her eyes clear, Gwen stands and stretches, her dick flaccid between her legs finally. "Hmm, deal. In fact..." While doing a little twist to stretch her waist and spine, she takes a peep at the clock. "I think they have a public pool in this town, not too far, but it should be basically empty this early. Wanna go... skinny dipping?" Putting on her best teasing smile, she opens one of of their clothing drawers and very deliberately puts on pants without getting underwear on first as Ben watches. Whatever she normally does to mask her dick, it's not working right now, a slightly damp lump clearly going down her pant leg. Without waiting for Ben's response, she starts shuffling towards the door.

Johnaya Today at 12:31 AM Though he was thoroughly drained at the moment he can't help but bite his lip as he watches Gwen stand up, eyes drawn to her flaccid cock slapping noisily against her thighs as she stretches. At her suggestion he can't help but laugh a little, slowly getting off the floor himself. "Skinny dipping? That sounds..." He stops when Gwen starts to put on her pants, eyes drawn to her ass, before going around to her front. Seeing that huge bulge down the side of her thigh has Ben gulping in arousal. Before he can make another comment she's already turned away and making her way towards the door. Frantically gets to his feet and starts throwing on his clothes, bumping against the table and seats, nearly falling over multiple times. He practically throws himself out the door after her, an intense blush on his face. "H-hey wait up!"

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