#COME GET YER JUICE

[specialgrades]

WELCOME TO SPECiALGRADES KINKTOBER 2022 !

happy halloween gays, i’m here! i know i fell off last year but i will try my best this year to write something for you horndogs <3

i write strictly male / gn reader and all of these will follow that as well.

iMPORTANT NOTiCES: not all of these will be full fics. i’m quite busy in october, but i will try to write at least blurbs each day. all of these are subject to change, but this is the current plan.

ALL POSTS I COMPLETED ARE TAGGED WITH #kinktober 2022

OCT 01 : masturbation ( viktor x dom!male reader )

OCT 02 : fucking machine ( lucas baker x bottom!male reader )

OCT 03 : cockwarming ( nanami kento x bottom!male reader )

OCT 04 : sex toys ( erik lehnsherr x bottom!male reader )

OCT 05 : gags ( chris redfield x bottom!male reader )

OCT 06 : panties + lingerie / stripping ( remy lebeau x bottom!male reader )

OCT 07 : handjob ( warren worthington iii x dom!male reader )

OCT 08 : pegging ( josuke higashikata x top!trans!male reader )

OCT 09 : deepthroating / praise kink ( carlos oliveiera x bottom!male reader )

OCT 10 : forced fem ( rohan kishibe x top!male reader )

OCT 11 : orgasm denial ( childe x dom!male reader )

OCT 12 : frottage ( jayce talis x dom!male reader )

OCT 13 : breeding ( alex summers x bottom!male reader )

OCT 14 : stockings ( cole cassidy x bottom!male reader )

OCT 15 : roleplay / primal play ( donald pierce x bottom!male reader )

OCT 16 : dacryphilia ( silco x bottom!male reader )

OCT 17 : thigh fucking / somno ( lucas baker x bottom!male reader )

OCT 18 : shotgunning ( josuke higashikata x dom!male reader )

OCT 19 : collaring ( donald pierce x sub!male reader )

OCT 20 : overstimulation ( joseph joestar x dom!male reader )

OCT 21 : body worship ( erik lehnsherr x bottom!male reader )

OCT 22 : bondage ( xiao x top!male reader )

OCT 23 : belly bulge / size difference ( vander x bottom!male reader )

OCT 24 : threesome ( viktor x jayce talis x switch!male reader )

OCT 24 : uniform ( leon kennedy x bottom!male reader )

OCT 26 : non/dubcon ( yoshikage kira x bottom!male reader )

OCT 27 : prostitution ( cole cassidy x bottom!male reader )

OCT 28 : tentacles ( zhongli x bottom!male reader )

OCT 29 : breathplay ( jotaro kujo x bottom!male reader )

OCT 30 : teratophilia ( karl heisenberg x bottom!male reader )

OCT 31 : wing kink ( warren worthington iii x dom!male reader )

[glossysoap]

What are your thoughts on showering with the 141 boys? Those massive lads just towering over you, all slick skin and soapy bubbles. Who would be the most into getting freaky instead of getting clean? I can just imagine taking three times as long in the shower because you need to get dirty first before you can get clean when you're in there with Soap!

my mind instantly went to dubcon 😭 to answer your question, i think soap would be the horniest rat (still gross don’t get me wrong) but like always i think price has first pick. first taste. the captain always pulls rank for whatever sweet cunt he has his eyes on.

tw 18+, afab and fem reader, dubcon/noncon. groping. use filtered content and not just filtered tags.

“come on, lass. don’t hide yer tits.”

you’re just stuffed in the middle of the 4 big, hairy, hung men.

you try and cover yourself up, you’re even desperate enough to use suds to cover your tits. not that that would stop any of them from groping your tits to their hearts content.

at least one of them would pull something like “oh, i’m just rinsing you off, doll. quit your whining.” that screams kyle actually.

doesn’t matter what any of them say, what excuse they casually murmur (if they even do that), their hands are gonna be lingering and their fingers will be toying with your nipples. when your nipples harden to a peak, they’ll all laugh and mock you for “being cold”.

maybe you’re lucky enough to have a bush?

though that just lures your captain’s perverted gaze even more. you know he’s weak for it. he’d make some offhand comment like “knew you’d have a good bush.” sooo gross. and he’s saying it all while he’s leaning in close to your ear, his beard brushing up against your neck. his cock brushes up against your ass.

they’d be saying shit like this the whole time.

“yeah, yeah. keep trying to cover yourself up.” kyle. it’s said with a roll of his eyes, such a switch from the warm and welcoming personality you’ve grown used to.

“look at yer tits bonnie, just cannae keep my hands of em. ye should be grateful ah haven’t fucked em while yer sleepin.” soap. you shiver even more, the biting cold of the water long forgotten, thinking of all the times he’s forced you to bunk with him.

“fuck her, cap. y’ know her cunts just beggin for it.” ghost. so cruel and booming, leaning against the shower wall as his hands fisting his cock just like the rest of them.

the rest of them are watching the whole thing, watching their captain take first pick. jerking off as they watch their captain press you against the tile wall and force his cock inside your already slick cunt. your own juices and his seed soon meddle with the suds trailing along your thighs.

your reluctant moans bounce off the shower walls as the captain bottoms out every time, his strong arms wrapped around you to keep you from squirming.

the three other men reach out and grope your tits and spank your ass all throughout price breaking you in. while one of their hands work on squeezing your tit, their other hand is still jerking themselves off.

when they quickly cum, price doesn’t need to tell them twice in order for them to let their seed spurt all over you. doesn’t matter if theirs goes to waste as it’s splattered across your skin. price’s spend wouldn’t be going to waste as it’s filling you up, claiming your cunt from the inside.

[occamstfs]

New Meaning to Hazing

Here's a scent triggered nerd to frat bro TF, usual mandatory group project stuff. Hope you enjoy! -Occam

It was not shaping up to be Henry’s day. His lab partner Alexander invited him over to his place so they may work on their report together. He was beyond shocked to learn that his partner, one of the few people on campus he could really call a friend, seemed to live in a frat house. Walking past the less than manicured lawn, complete with circles of dead grass where kegs sat out too long with litter from a recent party still hiding at the edges, Henry couldn’t help but feel his friend would never deign to live in such grotesque bro-squalor.

He checks the address sent once more before moving to knock on the stark white door to the manor, unaware of the curtains shifting as he is watched by whomever awaits him inside. He raises an arm to rap on the door before it is thrust open by one of the brothers. The large man is shirtless and sweaty, presumably fresh off a work-out which Henry is vainly trying to avoid noticing. Inside the foyer of the house is only just neater than the lawn, the trash at least overflowing front the trash cans rather than scattering the floor. 

Henry forces an awkward smile and begins backing away before he is ushered in by the sweaty man, “Hey bro, did ya need sumthin?” Gears turn in the man’s head as he tries to recall why some twerp would be coming to visit the house this morning. Henry sees the man’s mind grind to a halt and thinks about taking the opportunity to flee like the prey he is. He hesitates and the lapse passes, the oaf shouting out into the house. “Anyone expectin’ an, uh, nerd? This mornin’?” Henry hears a cacophony of barely conscious men groaning nos from rooms down the hall, breaking through them though is an almost familiar voice, “oh wait yeah, think I’ve got some project shit with him, can you send him over here?”

The troll of a man that has ushered Henry in beams and throws an arm around him, continuing to lead him through the threshold, “Huhuh! Why didn’t ya just yer here to see Lex lil bro! C’mon, he’s right this way.” Henry has no way to surreptitiously escape now that he’s been pulled inside the wholly unpleasant estate. Passing open rooms Henry could see a few men sleeping away the day and judging by the pervasive odor in the air there are at least a dozen or so more hiding from his view, if not his nose. He struggles not to visibly recoil at the musk lest he provoke his apparent guide through this bro-y hellscape.

Arriving in the living room he finds piles of dirty laundry on top of stained couches almost as expected at this point. More shocking than that is the large man lying in between them watching porn in the middle of this shared living space. His modesty barely covered by a pillow, the man looks up with eyes glazed over and stubble dotting his jaw. Despite the well sculpted body and jungle of pit hair exposed, almost as a challenge to the nerd interrupting him. Henry feels some foggy connection with this man who should fill him with only disgust. Trying not to too closely inspect the man mid-masturbation Henry can’t help but notice that he looks like some juiced up and dulled down version of his lab partner, Alexander.

His eyes widen as the frat bro smirks and scratches at one of his pits, smelling his hand before speaking up, “Hey dweeb, are you gonna just stand there and watch me jack it or can you get my fucking homework over with already.” His right hand returns under the pillow and Henry is taken aback, now recognizing the voice as his friend’s, only an octave deeper and dripping with derision at his once-friend. Henry clears his throat to apologize and shifts his eyes away from the man, wondering if he should enquire about his obviously changed state. 

He had never seen his lab partner shirtless before so perhaps he’s been hiding this impressive build the whole time. But, no it’s impossible. He’s at least a foot taller. Henry cannot reconcile how sharp his stubbled jaw is, the lazy lust filling his glazed over eyes, or the dull crawl of his deeper raspier voice. “I’m sorry for um, interrupting Alexan-” His lab partner twitches before Henry finishes the name. Immediately looking away from the porn and to Henry, “It’s fucking Lex dude. And did you not hear me? Get to work or I’ll fuckin’ make you.” Henry sees veins pump larger on his arms as Lex gets worked up. Trying to make himself small and agreeable, Henry backs away.

Lex smirks as he sees the nerd shrink into himself, the pillow bouncing higher as he feels his power, his masculinity, affirmed. Though completely driven by his balls, an idea squirms its way to the front of his mind. This little dork just wandered into his turf. Fucker’s gonna learn to respect his frat real quick. Henry sees darkness infuse Alex’s eyes as a deeper hunger grows within him. Barely masking the hunger filling his voice, Lex speaks up, “you know what bro, I’m sorry about this, just a little pent up. You know how it gets I bet,” he pulls his hand free from his crotch and gestures towards Henry, flicking his pre at the nerd.

Henry scoffs as this is quite the line too far, his face burns with embarrassment, no, with rage as he starts to feel anger far greater than he could muster before at this jerk whose supposed to be his friend! Seeing this brings genuine delight to his partner who laughs out a clearly fake apology, “Huhuh, sorry bro. Why don’t you head up to my room and get started. Here’s a change of clothes if you want it dude”

Lex grabs a shirt from the pile sniffing it and recoiling before shrugging and throwing it anyway. Were he thinking Henry certainly would have noticed his using the same cum covered hand to hurl the shirt. But something about his rising rage has heightened his awareness to the haze of the frat house, musk distracting him in a manner that is distinctly not disgust as he is pelted with the shirt and coated in some mysterious liquid.

Henry scoffs in indignation and departs for the room, leaving the shirt behind as he begins to unbutton his own stained top. “Up the stairs. Third door on your right, Bro.” Driven not by the scholarly initiative that brought him to this horrid place he obeys the man’s instructions rather than simply fleeing outright in what may be his last chance at salvation. Henry wanders up the stairs without a thought spent on anything but trying to understand the peculiar feeling rising within him at the wretched stink.

Arriving at the door Henry enters and slams it behind him, unsure if he wants time to work on this project by himself or for that cum-for-brains oaf to follow him up shortly. He clicks the lock on the door, either way not wanting to be caught unprepared by the monster storming in as he disrobes his stained shirt. Henry jumps as he sees a figure move in the room only to find the wall  across from the bed is covered in a massive mirror. Ever a curious mind Henry wanders over to inspect it and discovers hundreds of stains of god knows what. Some sick new instinct suggests he sniff and Henry is immediately lightheaded as his mind is assailed by what seems like years of cum stains.

His eyes glaze over and his mind is overwhelmed. Henry stands in front of the mirror staring straight at himself, unaware as his appearance slowly begins to shift. Glasses that are as solid a facet of his appearance as his nose fall from his face and disappear as his hair darkens and curls messily atop his head. His torso expands and thins as his arms grow gawky and lengthen. His skin tans and smooths as his mind remains boggled by the odors swimming through the air, stretching as the changes itch and burn under his skin. He feels muscle pull on his chest as something that should not be there cramps and breaks his trance. His nipples poke larger, growing hard in the chilly room and Henry blushes as he feels his cock pulse in his briefs. Uncomfortable at the idea of getting off at his own reflection and unable to bring his conscious mind to awareness of his changes.

Each second spent investigating his reflection the oppressive weight of Lex’s odor sinks deeper. Looking into his own eyes and seeing a man who he simply cannot be, Henry feels a headache quickly  rise. taking a deep breath he lets his mind clear and he shakes his head, hair flopping as it never has. But he pays no mind. He should just get started on the assignment. Yeah, the quicker he’s done the quicker he’ll be out of here. 

His mind strays to thoughts about Lex as he pulls out his laptop, he is in the jerk’s room after all. He sneers looking around at the mess, seeing oddly stained socks and half-drunk cans of beer scattering every surface. His eyes steer clear of his reflection as something deep in his mind refuses to see his reflection. His face burns as he feels his cock start to grow in his pants at the idea of Lex. “God fuck him, this is supposed to be a group assignment.” Henry bites his lip to distract from the mounting pressure in his pants.

Never a man of much will Henry digs deep into some new reserve and stubbornly gets to work. Opening a database to find sources for their report. Typically he wouldn’t even mind doing a report alone but something about that ass getting any credit really sets his mind ablaze. He thought Alex was his friend, but ever since seeing him as Lex something just. Something’s digging in the back of his mind just out of notice. He breathes deep to loose a large sigh, musk rising in his chest as a thought more pervasive than anything grabs his consciousness, Don’t worry about it bro.

Henry stares at his library’s homepage as any forward movement in his mind is halted. He could stand to chill a bit for sure. He scratches at his chest and tries to remember how he was planning to tackle this report. Thoughts moving slower than usual in his mind, waylaid by this command as well as the still advancing scent of Lex’s squalor. Following the professor’s instructions to a tee Henry sets out to start his dull work. Scrawling notes down into a spiral he tilts his head in confusion as his handwriting is far less fluid and graceful than usual. No time at all to think further on the matter as he is again struck with apathy towards anything peculiar. He takes another deep breath and another message blares through his mind, deeper, Welcome to the party bro, just keep breathing deep.

Henry scratches more at his chest as thin hair begins to poke out around his nipples. Nigh invisible blonde peach fuzz scattered around the center of his chest slowly lengthens and grows dark as the hair on his head grows longer and greasier. He rubs a hand through it and almost grimaces, feeling as unwashed as any of the slobs in this horrible compound. Despite the cool room in which he sits he begins to sweat as he sits there, computer in lap. His face rearranges into something a tad less feminine and his head twitches to the side at his criticism of the slobs, his fellow slobs. Like an alarm the thought brings him back to some semblance of himself. He is a neatfreak isn't he? He searches his memory to find any evidence to support the reality he knows.

Henry again scratches at his chest as similar itches arise in his pits and crotch. Two areas he is suddenly armed to ignore lest more similarities spring to mind between him and the slobs of this sick place, or worse Lex himself. His mind drags a memory of Lex’s treasure trail snaking above the pillow as he feels his pubes itch. His hands try to stray as he wrenches them abc to a keyboard to get some research done. His fingers miss keys as they inch slightly larger than they’ve been before, palms expanding wider and demanding adjustment. Henry clenches his jaw and takes another deep breath to stem his irritation.

The musk in the air becomes cloying to him as he suddenly begins to add to it, his sweat slides down his back and down onto his ass as a new itch arises there. He tries to keep his mind focused on his homework but every click and keypress becomes more difficult as his mind demands distraction, release. After clicking on an article filled with more text than he cares to read he thoughtlessly goes to scratch at his package. As soon as he touches it he is overcome with pleasure. Giving in immediately, he rubs through his pants as his sweaty back slides against the wall leaving his own stains in Lex’s room. His hips hump into the air as his cock strains his underwear beyond imagination, the sound of a tear cracks through the air as his pants slide into a wedgie from sliding down on the floor.

Henry tosses his laptop to the side and is stuck with indecision to just rub one out or not. What is he thinking? He’s in someone else’s fucking room, Lex’s room. The thought sends even more passion coursing through him as hormones and hunger rise. He bites his lip and scrolls to see just how long this article is, maybe he can work some kind of deal out with his balls right? He’s in control here. He tries to sit up and feels with every small movement or twitchy adjustment, waves of pleasure launch into his mind. Dulling every instinct besides those most basal and hungry. Attempting to gather any substance from the wall of text on screen is quickly abated as he decides to find some other distraction from whatever sickness is compelling his mind.

His balls pulse as he struggles to stand to his feet, his eyes stay focused ahead, away from his reflection as he sees a video game controller on Lex’s bed, surely his br- his lab partner wouldn’t mind, def not. He awkwardly steps forward feeling his larger balls pull tighter and grow larger as he struggles to fight against their constant impulses. His feet expand as he steps on Lex’s cum-filled socks and any disgust he once felt, should feel, is overridden by an ever-peaking desire for release.

His pants fully rip as his package becomes wholly unmanageable by the size 28 pants he threw on this morning. Henry scrambles under Lex’s blanket to protect his modesty and convulses as he hears something squish underneath him in the bed. His expression squirms between pleasure and judgment at his bro for being such a slob. God! Not his bro, his uh? New ideas breeze across his mind as his mind has begun to slip at a far greater pace. Each musty breath blanching more of himself away, Henry never really stood a chance. But hopping into Lex’s surely unwashed sheets was an err far too great.

Grabbing at the controller and getting started Henry feels his arm prickle as ink starts to seep to the surface. Would’ve sworn he’d never deface his body like that but he clearly has, right? Haha! His jaw grows slack as, for the first time in a while, he is able to focus on something other than his demanding balls. He feels an itch on his chin as stubble just like his bro’s begins to speckle his face as he begins to put on weight. Hair on his chest and pits begins to grow longer as he lays in an altar to Lex’s must. Quickly losing in the game he almost tosses his controller across the room as the unfamiliar rage that started his descent arises once more.

God what’s fucking up with him today. He grunts and pays no mind to the sound that echoes throughout the musty air, deeper than he could ever fathom issuing forth. He scans the room no longer seeing his laptop or discarded clothes. His eyes just manage to avoid looking at his reflection with some remnants of existential terror fighting against the rising instinct that he needs to pay his hot body some attention. Instead he notices Lex’s laptop on the bed beside him, porn already cued up. He bites his lip and smirks as he feels his cock begin to spew pre onto Lex’s sheets. Surely his bro won’t mind.

Back downstairs Lex gets off to himself as he imagines that little nerd trying not to lose himself in his own musky haze. Picturing in his mind the new curves of his body as hair begins to grow like a jungle across his figure. He starts going at it imagining Henry struggling to keep his mind focused on anything other than his growing muscle and rapidly expanding cock. Upstairs Henry himself quickly adds to Lex’s tapestry of stains as he sees his arms burn and grow. Guffawing to himself through his moans of self-pleasure as he suddenly finds his own body far more alluring than whatever shitty smut his bro had left open. Looking down at his cock as it grows beyond his understanding out of a bush of pubes darker and dirtier than he could conceive. He needs to see the whole picture.

His eyes widen and he twitches in pleasure and fear as he struggles to and to not look at his own reflection. Biting his lip to draw blood as he grunts deeper by the second, sweat staining the sheets as the bed creaks underneath his still increasing weight. His hair curls and his jaw widens as he clenches it. The curls on his chest spread wider as the little muscle he had became pecs outright, his heart pounding beneath them as the rise with each labored breath.

Drool begins to pool in his mouth as pre streams down the hands clenching his cock. His vision flickers as he manages to steal a glimpse of himself and is evermore changed. The nervous nerd who didn’t even knock on the door is wiped from Henry’s mind as he absorbs his new majesty, the power he now wields. The scent of Lex’s den is absolutely masked by his own as he languishes in his bros sheets, smirking as he flexes at his own reflection. Arms large enough to absolutely wreck his bros PR’s, a  core strong enough to fuck for hours, and thighs large enough to any fucker to submit, to say nothing of his massive cock in between them.

Immediately after taking himself in Henry loses any remaining control over his libido and moans loud enough to wake every still sleeping brother downstairs as his body cements him the king of this chapter. Painting his own stains up and down Lex’s mirror as he hears his fellow titan start to stomp up the stairs. He feels his cock harden even more intensely as another round swiftly churns in the balls hanging beneath it. Would’ve sworn he had something else going on but for the life in him he can’t figure out what. Making his way over to the door before his bro rips it off the hinges Henry decides surely a good fuck is just what he needs to set himself right again.

[nanivinsmoke]

✩ Lost Without U.

✩ you’re leaving for a trip and toji’s showing you how much you’ll be missed.

✩ toji f. x fem!reader

✩ warnings & tags : raw sex, multiple orgasms, reader is a business woman, breeding, reader is thick (i love ass), oral (f recieving), rough sex, overstimulation. listen to the track for some added vibes <3

“toji—mhm—wait…i was drinking that” you whined and let out breathy moan, as he removed your wine glass from your hold and kissed your neck. he ignored your words and continued to kiss on the soft spot, eliciting a louder moan from you.

“wait, wait! i have to be at the airport in three hours, you know i can’t miss this trip” you reminded him, sucking in some air while he sucked and nibble on your most sensitive piece of flesh. but, the raven haired male wasn’t removing himself from you.

you were going to be gone for a month, he needed to show you how much he was going to miss you.

“won’t take that long, now stop stalling and come sit yer’ pretty ass on my face” he tugged on your robe and sat back onto the plush sheets on your king sized bed. you sat there for a moment, reality hitting you at full speed. you were going to be without your boyfriend for an month due to work, you were going to miss every part of him.

crawling over, you hovered over his face; his scarred lips turned up with a smirk before you lowered yourself on top of him—smothering him with your thickness. toji’s big hands held onto your thighs, holding you down while his tongue began to explore your warm cunt. “fuck!~”

his tongue dipped in and out of your hole, dripping with your love and his spit, he then sucked on your throbbing clit—sucking on it like it was his favorite piece of candy, driving you crazy. you couldn’t help but to rock your hips against his tongue, adding more friction against your clit. one of his big hands popped your thigh, making you yelp out. he was good with his tongue, he knew all the right spots to lick—especially your other hole.

your eyes shot open and you tensed up at the feeling, the two of you were nasty; but not this level of nasty. he rubbed your thighs, letting you know it that it was alright; before he teased the whole some more. the muscles in your body started to relax, when you realized how good a tongue in your ass felt—and soon you were bouncing up and down on his tongue.

“f-f-fuckkk, s’good baby~” the ball in your stomach exploded while you continued to bounce on his tongue, clutching your boob as you rode out your orgasm. this was your very first orgasm after having your butt ate and it was a different kind of experience—one you wanted to have over and over.

you tried getting up from his face; hoping to give him some air, but he kept you down. “toji, baby. can you breathe—shitttt!” he swirled his tongue on your sensitive clit, sucking on it once more—draining your cunt of cum as it drips out of you. you were still sensitive from your last orgasm, when the next one came over you.

“wait! wait—“ your words came out jumbled as you came once again all over his face. toji had a way of mind fucking you, always leaving you satisfied. when you finally calmed down from the second one, you realized that he had not cum yet. and as you reached down to touch his fat bulge, he got up and lifted you off of his face. “baby you hadn’t—“

“don’t need to, not yet.” tonight was all about you, he was going to worry about his nut later; after you got all of yours. he was so attentive to you and your needs, it made you even more aroused than you already were. you crawled over in him and kissed him, inviting your tongue into his mouth; traces of your wine mixing with the remnants of your juices.

“tastes so good, get in my favorite position” he pulled away from your lips, a spit trail following and landing straight on your chin, while tugging your robe off; revealing your plush body to him. your pussy throbbed at his authoritative words and you immediately assumed his favorite position.

you were face deep in your satin emerald green pillow, your ass up high in the air just how he liked it. he looked at how pretty your cunt was, dripping with excitement; shiny from where he licked at—almost smothered from the fat of your ass. he could explode in his pants just from looking at you, but he calmed himself down and freed his stiff, tan cock from his briefs—lining up with your slick coated entrance.

you inhaled as he began to stretch you out, “always so tight for me, shit.~” he praised, the feeling of your walls clamping down around him made him throw his head back and his other one to throb. toji quickly pulled out, making you whine as he beat his dick against your plump cheeks.

“about to make cum already.” he chuckled before slamming right back into you, causing your eyes to go wide. he held your back down as he stroked in and out of you, the sound of your ass and his thighs clapping together filled the room; along with the smell of sex. he looked down at your slick sticking to the base of his dick, a white film becoming more and more visible with each stroke.

your eyes were low and lidded, the feeling so pleasurably overwhelming, you couldn’t but help but to bite the pillow underneath you. “daddy, fuck me harder~” you begged, looking back at your boyfriend as he fucked you. the scar on his lips contorted up in a smirk and he pushed you back down into the soft pillows. he loved hearing you beg, but he loved hearing you scream even more.

he held your back down, putting a leg up on the bed as he fucked you, his stroke deep and hard; hitting your spot and cervix at the same time. your eyes rolled back into your head, pleasure mixed with a little bit of pain coursed through you; sending chills up and down your body. it felt so good, he fucked you so good and it was no surprise that you were cumming within minutes.

“you cummin on daddy’s dick? hm?” your mind couldn’t even comprehend his question, too busy focusing on your orgasm. the room was silent, only your ass clapping and the sounds of your wet pussy echoed throughout your bedroom, before you let out a loud moan—riding out your orgasm while throwing your ass back on him.

“shit!~” he couldn’t help himself anymore, he put his foot back onto the carpet underneath him and pushed held onto your waist, pounding your cunt anew. the brut force followed by his grunts made you even wetter and he slipped right out of you. “aht aht, put it back in~!” he grunted and you reached underneath you and gripped his soaked cock, pushing it back inside of you.

he continued to pound your cunt silly, your walls so slippery and gummy, it made his balls twinge. he couldn’t hold himself back anymore and let out a primal growl, paining your pink walls, white. he filled your tummy up almost to the brim, wiggling his cock inside of you until he was finished, before pulling out of you.

you thought the two of you were done, until he grabbed you by your ankles and flipped you over onto your back.

“need to see that pretty face while you’re cumming” he chuckled, pushing his sticky tip right back inside, finding comfort in your walls once more. he held your legs, pushing them back towards your head, dipping in and out of your cunt—streams of his cum pooling out with each stroke.

“look at that pretty face, fuck. ya gonna let me put a baby in you? so pretty and swollen with my seed. you want that, hm?” toji asked, leaning down and groaning in your ear—making him so deep inside of you.

you nodded your head frantically, agreeing to everything he said, feeling so close to your own orgasm. you reached between the two of you, rubbing your slippery clit while he pumped in and out of your pussy. “gna cum for you, sh-sh-shittt toji~!” your eyes rolled back into your head and your toes curled up, as you came once more for him.

“mmm, that’s what i like to see. good girl, cumming around this dick fa’ me. so fucking good fa’ me” he stood back up from your ear and held your legs, paced becoming faster and sloppier as he spurted in you once more.

“shit, y/!n~!” he let out a breathless moan, filling up your tummy completely this time—pulling out of you once you finished. you laid there in a orgasm fueled daze, while toji grabbed some of your things and entered the adjoining bathroom, before coming back into the room.

he picked you up with ease and carried you into the bathroom where he drew a bubble bath and even lit some candles. your eyes watered and once he placed you inside of the tub, you pulled him close and kissed him.

you were going to miss him, but when you get back you were going to get him pregnant.

[dix0nspretty]

Knives, Bikes, and Stitches, Oh My!

Summary: Daryl is working on his motorcycle and you watch. Too bad you can't keep your focus.

Daryl Dixon x F!Reader, 1.3k words

Era: Prison (again) because he's just so yummy...

TW: Mention of blood and stitches. Maybe chronic horniness?

Y'all loved my first story and I hope this one whets your appetites just as well! I have no idea how motorcycles or vehicles of literally any kind work, so please feel free to educate me in the comments.

You put the fear of God in Daryl every time he sees you with a knife.

It’s not that you can’t use one. On the contrary, you’re a force to be reckoned with when you’re fighting. Sometimes all that can be seen of you in a fight is the shine of blood-tinged metal as you slash and stab at whatever is attacking with your twin blades. No, your knives are comfortable and at home in your grip. Maybe too comfortable.

“How many times I got to tell ya to stop eatin’ off yer damn knife?” Daryl’s rough accent sounds out in the empty courtyard. His head is bowed low as he works on his bike, not looking up as he speaks.

I’m perched on the tabletop of one of the prison’s picnic tables eating a can of peaches. Daryl, for some reason unknown to me, had elected to start taking his bike apart and putting it back together and I followed along to watch the process. I don’t know shit about vehicles, much less motorcycles, but I like spending time with the grumpy man.

“It’s fine, I’m not gonna cut myself.” I tell him as I tilt my head down to drag a slice of peach off the blade. Daryl’s eyes don’t move from the work in front of him, but I can feel him watching me. I pull the chunk into my mouth and lick the blade clean of the sticky juice.

“Told ya to cut it out.” I’m eating the canned fruit haphazardly, not paying any attention to how close I am to the edge. Daryl shakes his head. He knows it’s a matter of time before I cut my lip or tongue.

At his repeated command, I roll my eyes but pull away from the edge of my knife. I set the can of peaches down and watch him. His brown hair is getting longer now and it’s sliding down into his eyes, shielding most of his face from my watchful gaze.

“What are you doing, anyways?” I ask. I scoot myself closer to the edge of the table and peer down over his shoulder. He has one of his tools in his hand and some pieces of metal I can’t identify. It is roughly the size of my fist and cylindrical. Whatever it is, it looks important.

Daryl glances over his shoulder, feeling my curious eyes looking down. He huffs and continues his task. “Workin’.”

“No shit. Working on what?” I’m playing with my knife in my fingers, absentmindedly twisting and flipping it. Daryl looks up at me through his hair, squinting one eye against the sunlight. My breath catches in my throat, and I try to play it cool.

“Do ya really want to know or are ya jus’ bored?” He asks in his gruff voice. I don’t answer for a second. He looks so pretty. Get a grip, Y/N, I think to myself.

“Really want to know. Come on, I don’t know anything about bikes. Teach me something.” Daryl squints at me for several seconds longer and I’m convinced he’s going to send me inside to bother someone else, but he slowly starts talking.

“’M cleanin’ the carburetor.” He tilts his hand up to show me the same piece I was looking at earlier. “It’s startin’ to get clogged.”

“Oooookay. What’s that do?”

“It keeps the engine runnin’ smooth, basically. Don’t keep it clear and that can fuck up the bike, make it stall or overheat. Gotta take it apart and clean it every few months.”

Daryl lets me watch over his shoulder as he points out different parts of the carburetor and how to clean them. After a few minutes, his gruff voice starts to fade out and my mind begins to wander.

He just looks so good. His hands are greasy and dirty from all of his work today and his biceps are sweaty from the Georgia heat. He’s wearing one of his simple black shirts that already fit him so well and the sweat is only making him look more delicious. I’m watching his hands work over the small brass jets when I feel burning heat in my palm and look down.

I’d been messing with my knife the entire time and cut myself. I instinctively let go of the blade and it hits the concrete with a harsh clang. Daryl’s head lifts at the noise and he spins around right as I rush to tuck both hands behind my back. I look like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar and I’m trying to hide the chocolatey evidence. Except this time, it’s blood.

Daryl’s eyes run over me for a second, then flick down to my knife as it sits on the dirty floor. He slowly bends down and picks it up. “Y/N.” He starts, a low warning in his tone.

“It’s fine! I’m fine, I just dropped it.” My voice rambles out. There’s a high, nervous note to it and I’m hoping to God he doesn’t notice.

He raises an eyebrow. “If yer fine, why’s the knife got fresh blood on it?” Fuck.

“Uhhhhh.” I look around the courtyard, trying to find an excuse. I, naturally, see nothing. “Magic?”

Daryl huffs and crosses his arms. “Let me see your hands.”

I wince. I don’t want to get in trouble, but I can feel the blood dripping off my hand, and it stings. The longer I hold off showing him the angrier he’ll get.

“Y/N. Hand, now.” Daryl’s voice leaves no room for arguments.

“Jus’, don’t be mad?” I ask. He says nothing and I sigh, then slowly move my hands back in front of me. The blood is quickly evident on my skin.

“God damn it, girl. Why can’t ya ever listen to me?” Despite his rough tone, his hands are gentle as he takes my wrist and tilts my hand, inspecting the damage. I risk a glance at my hand. There’s a slash across my entire palm and more blood than there should be. It’s going to need stitches.

“Ya need stitches.” Told you.

 Daryl looks up from my hand but doesn’t let go of my wrist. His eyes lock with mine and he gives me a warm look. There’s exasperation and concern and I don’t know what to do with it. He takes a surprisingly clean rag from his pocket and ties it around my bleeding palm, firmly but not enough to hurt.

I can’t help but be surprised by just how gentle he’s being with me. I was expecting a pop in the side of the head and a banishment to Hershel’s cell. I look up at him through my lashes, waiting for my verbal lashing. After almost a minute, I realize there is none.

“Does this mean I gotta go in now?” I try to keep the potential disappointment from my voice and don’t entirely succeed.

“Yeah, yer going to go get those stitches. Ya weren’t listenin’ anyways.” He grumbles at me. “The hell were you doin’?”

I look away from him. I do not want to explain that I was too busy being horny over him to notice that I gouged my palm open. I risk a glance at him and I’m caught by those ocean-blue eyes.

“I was watching your hands…”

Daryl pauses, then snorts. “Maybe instead of watchin’ my hands ya should’ve been watching yours. Go get your damn stitches and I’ll show ya somethin’ else.”

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

"Come, sit on my face."

Yall, I don't even need to explain. Toji. New episode. Tongue. You get it. Here ya go.

Content: pussy eating, spanking, slightly mean. Fem!reader. Mdni. Not proofread.

Toji's big, thick hands held the flesh of your ass. Massaging and molding it how he pleased, blowing puffs of hot air against your needy cunt. "Need it real bad, don't ya?" His chest rumbled with a chuckle when you whined, your poor little hips shifting. Trying your damndest to just make him press that stupidly big tongue flat against you. But this is Toji and he'll devour you when he's good and ready. And he loves, absolutely adores, watching you get all needy in his hands. His thick, twitching cock laid heavy in between his thighs. Ignored completely for now. He'd make you take it nicely down your throat later.

Pulling his hand back, he gave your ass a cracking smack. Watching as your skin rippled from the force, a handprint was already forming.

"Gonna make yer ass a pretty shade of red, mama."

His hand landed again, smoothing over the warmed flesh as his nose pressed against your cunt. Flattening his tongue, licking a stripe up your pussy lips. Your juices already cover the surface of his tongue. And he did it again, again, and again. Ignoring your clit completely, listening as you panted. Your pretty nails dig into the meat of his thighs as you try to grind against his face. But to no avail, his strength kept you in place as he languidly licked at your arousal. Slowly and painfully building your orgasm.

"Please," you pleaded. Digging your nails further into his thighs, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

"Since ya asked so nicely," he wore a shit eating grin as he changed up his plan. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you back against him. Holding you still as he completely devoured you. Slurping and low groans were all you could hear in your ringing ears. Your pleasure being built up so quickly it didn't take long for you to cum. Making a mess of his chin, but he didn't stop. His hands played with the fat of your tummy as he moved your hips, making you grind your sensitive pussy against his face.

"Ah-s'too much-cant," you tried to still your hips. Earning a smack to your ass in return.

"Keep those fucking hips moving. Yer gonna cum on my tongue as many times as I say."

A/N: Lordt, I hope yall enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. The mama was self indulgence

[blingblong55]

Sweet toy -141 NSFW

---- F!Reader, MDNI, 18+, smut, P-in-V, unprotected!sex, dub-con, older!men, cart!girl, reader is of age!, oral!sex, fingering, anal!sex, ----

141, day off, me being used by four hot men, hole 19 behind the bushes or when I’m serving them drinks.

You've been a cart girl for over a year, and every other time you serve drinks to the four men that always come at odd seasons to play golf.. They always make sure to give you the change of whatever drinks they get. It's always been a thing as a cart girl to be friendly with the men and women that order drinks when playing, which is why you always smile and laugh at the comments they say.

Today, as you were making your trip to hole 11, you spot your favourite customers. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon, all waited with a smile as you approached them.

"If it isn't our sweet girl, Y/N," Johnny comments and walks up to the cart. "How are yer lass?" he asks with a smirk and takes some money out. "Good" you softly say and watch as he smiles. "Usual?" You ask him and he nods. "Yeah, this round is on me," he pays you and you serve the drinks. Simon was always quiet, vigilant but respectful. Kyle and John always joked around and the loudest of them all was Johnny. Johnny was your favourite, he always made sweet comments and made sure you knew you were appreciated.

"Keep the change, lass," he winks and you nod.

There was something off about them today. The way Kyle and Simon looked at your thighs as you served the drinks and how they seemed to get closer. Of course many times they joked around and said you were their luck charm but it was rare to have them all talk to you.

By the time they had reached hole 16, you were called over. The day was calm, most usual clients gone for the weekend so being alone with these men always meant you were told to keep your radio on.

John called you over and walked up to you, "Slow day, doll?" he asks, his voice soft yet rich in lust. You nod, getting up and getting ready to serve their next round of drinks. Kyle nods at John and with a smirk, he gets closer, his fingers play with your hair. Players always loved to flirt and you always reciprocated for the sake of keeping your job and also because they would just tell you to keep the change.

"You're a very pretty girl and by far the best cart girl," he says, his voice smooth and sweet. Johnny and Kyle get closer, Johnny approaches from behind and snakes his hand around your waist.

You began to understand where this was going, feeling aroused by the three men. Simon was the last to approach, he looks at the men then at you. That look in your eyes was so easy to read, which is why he begins to tease your nipples that by now have hardened. Kyle puts your hair up, allowing himself to kiss your neck. John smirks, he undoes his belt and watches as Johnny lifts your skirt and lets his finger tease your bud.

Simon slips you out of your skirt and tosses it to the side.

Johnny can't help but get you on your knees.

The four men have their cocks out, stroking their own as they watch Simon lift your shirt up and lean down to kiss you. The kiss becomes sloppy and before you could lean to him he pulls away and immediately slips his cock into your mouth. Kyle pushing your head so you could gag on Simons fat cock. The four men watch in awe as your eyes get teary.

Each of them take turns using your throat. Your tits covered in their mess and before you could swallow Kyles cum, Johnny pulls you to his lap, the grass too cold for you, he excuses.

Johnnys fat cock slowly pushes itself into your ass, Simon and Kyle both begin to share your cunt as John occupies your pretty throat once more.

Your moans, their groans and praises all mixed into their air.

Simon gets a hold of your neck, chokes you until you gag and whine on Johns fat cock. The men laugh as you squirm all your sweet juices onto them.

"What a fucking beauty, doll," John praises as you look up at him with teary eyes.

This sight of you being what they needed.

Johnny snakes his arm around your hips and plays with your sensitive bud. Your clit aching the faster he goes and he knows it too well since you clench around him, Simon and Kyle, earning moans and groans from them.

Johnny fills your pretty hole with his cum until you're leaking from him and just on cue, Kyle paints your pretty cunt with his cum. Simon and John wait a bit longer.

They can't stop, they don't want to. Your pretty princess body all for their use and what better than to cover it with their cum? A sweet toy like you should know you are of free use, right?

John pushes your head and allows you to swallow his cum, again. Simon doesn't want to stop but he sees your flushed face and chest and he gets a little rougher.

His thick and calloused fingers flick your clit until he cums inside of you. His seed leaks from your sweet pussy and with an evil laugh, he pulls away.

Johnny takes this opportunity and takes a picture of you, followed by a video where he takes close up shots of all the holes which you leak their cum from. You whimper and John takes you in his arms, kisses your forehead and gently dresses you. He hands you water and caresses your face.

"You were such a good girl for us, doll," he whispers as he tucks money into your shirt.

"I'm sure you'll want another bonus, meet us back down," he smirks and the men leave.

You look at your cum covered body, sex filled the air and you try to fix your hair.

A sweet toy like you should obey and get another sweet bonus from them, right?

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

come get yer juice (aka some 'stocks i never posted </3)

[egg-but-with-style]

Totally not inspired by an audio I just listened to, but soap finding your porn audio tabs

NSFW under the cut! (Also aftercare?)

His phone died, and he needed to look something up, okay fine. Problem is, Johnny is a nosey fucker, and while, yeah, he did need to look something up, he also wanted to maybe look at your search history

Really it's his fault that he found it, dirty audio porn that has the listener being fucked so hard they see stars. He starts degrading you over it, "Yer really fucking dirty aren't ya? Didn't take you to be such a slag"

You're practically begging him to give him back your phone, even going so far as to try and pry it out of his hands, which, you almost do, you aren't small and you're decently strong, but he's literally a trained agent.

He keeps reading off stuff you listen to. Non con, deepthroating, humiliation, overstimulation. He hit the jackpot. Soon enough he's telling you to pull of your clothes.

"Bet you were fuckin wet the second I started talking to you. Go on, take off your clothes, I know you're wet" you try and tell him off, "Johnny please, I just..it's not-" then he's grabbing you by your throat and you shudder "What did I just fucking say?" And who are you to argue with that?

He takes one good look at the pond you call your pussy and attaches his face to it. Sucking on your clit and making you whine and moan.

"Johnny.. please.. I- Ah Oh my god!!"

Then he has you cumming on his tongue, making you wish he'd found out about your kinky side sooner. But he doesn't stop, he just keeps sucking

"Im- Oh fuck! I'm really sensitive..please."

He comes up to the surface, looking you in the eyes while your juices drip down his chin. There's this wild look about him, like he's planning on marrying you just because of this.

"I know you like it bonnie, I'm giving you want you want. Whether you think you do or nah."

Then he's back to it. Only after making you cum for a third time does he finally unbuckle his belt, slowly sliding his hard, dripping cock into your messy hole.

It's a tight fit, your walls are barely able to accommodate to his girth. You thought you would've been a bit more prepared after making such a mess on his tongue but apparently not. Now you're just whining.

"Too big...I feel- feel full..."

"Yer so fucking tight, greedy cunts pulling me in"

He's thrusting so hard and fast, He's mesmerized by the jiggle of your thighs and your tummy everytime he moves, he's not sure what he did to deserve such a goddess. Only when you're seizing, grabbing onto the sheets and crying from pleasure does he finally cum inside and flop down on top of you. And even then he's flapping his gums "Bloody hell that was good..you did amazing for me.."

You let out a groan in response, and he laughs. You're practically boneless. So he pulls out to go and get the bath running, coming back with a towel to clean you up in the mean time.

"I love you.."

"I love you too you horny bastard.."

He lets out another giggle

"I'm not the one who listens to audio porn"

"Oh shut the fuck up!"

[darylsfavoritegirl]

do we think if yall were to find a camera in the middle of the apocalpyse, would you a make a sex tape with daryl🫣🫣🫣

i think everything would happen very quickly, you'd be looting a store and then find a camera that works with a battery on!

you'd grab it, the thought of making a sex tape wouldn't even necessarily cross your mind because why would it?

you'd go back to your camp, maybe the prison.

things with the governor wasn't looking up for you all, things were intenser more than they ever were, so it's only obvious that you and daryl don't get much of a private time.

you were in one of the prison cells where nobody resided, sorting some things out with michonne when daryl showed up then she left.

you looked at the pile laying on the table infront of you.

"that was a good run." you sighed then lifted your head to meet with the archer's gaze.

he had that thick gaze on his eyes, fixated on you.

his hands were resting on the stained tablecloth, muscles flexing.

you knew this look.

he came around the table and his lips immediately met with yours, you gasped for air as he shoved you on one of the cell gates.

your other hand opened up the cell gate as it invited you into it. you sat on the bed shakily, trying not to break this passionate kiss.

it wasn't much before he sat you on his lap, hands gripping your ass stubbornly enough to bruise next day.

there you were like horny teenagers, making out on the bed while you sat on his lap.

his fingers started to unbotton your denim shorts, a heat wave through your entire body to your cunt made you dizzy. it was a long time ago that you felt his virile touch.

his hands were shaky, too. your hair fell infront of your eyes and so did his bangs as his twitching bulge poked against the back of your thigh.

"fuck" he breathed out.

"wai- lemme get this.." you said as you unbottoned your shorts. then a bright idea appeared before your eyes.

"wait a second!" you hopped from his lap to the floor.

you ran out of the cell, grabbed the camera that was lying there.

"wanna make a sex tape, Dixon?" you were breathless.

"come 'ere" he smirked as he pulled you to himself by your waist and embraced your body with his brawny arms. you hopped from his lap once again, this time to the other side of the bed. you set up the camera.

"it can't see our faces." you weren't sure if he'd be okay with it, his blank pale blue eyes said otherwise. he had a hunger for you.

with the camera recording, you let him wrap his hands around your waist as you held onto the back of his shoulders.

your bodies were almost glued to eachother, having craved it for weeks only sent hot flashes to both of your bodies.

his growing cock and its tip kissed your cervix. the bed being shaked tensely, the camera eventually fell and you flinched and looked at it.

"keep 'em eyes on me." he demanded, and before letting you say a word he tossed you onto the bed, your cum oozing out of your entrance to the bedsheets. funny enough, your legs were still shaking as you saw him coming towards you with the camera on his hands.

"yer a mess." he'd lightly chuckle, filming your downer body. his eyes were locked on the little camera he was holding as he got on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.

he took a second or so to film your face as you looked up to him. your body looked shiny due to all the sweat.

he held the camera to your cunt as he jerked his cock and filmed himself doing it. he rubbed your juices to your entrance, smudging it everywhere than needed.

" 's gon' be hard, huh? "

he held the camera to your face once again, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

he thrusted into you, with each thrust his cock grew even bigger inside you, stretching you endlessly. his hand was grabbing your waist, he was looking at you behind the camera forcing you to make eye contact with him as he filmed your flustered face taking him all in now and then.

you were a subject to his desire, you made out a strangled noise, almost like a grunt. it was like your brain had stopped functioning as you felt his cock nearing your guts.

you rolled your eyes back, a thin layer of sweat slicking your entire body.

your head was tilted back, lips parted slightly trying not to make any noise.

but it was impossible.

"f-fuck"

you breathed out

"daryl"

"stay quiet, yeah?" he joked as you held onto the arm that was holding you down and digged your nails.

you were cumming so much that your juices found a way to leak down the sheets, you felt the sticky texture on your bare skin.

you couldn't keep your whinings inside as he was touching the most sensitive, the most sweet spots in you. with every thrust, you felt your climax building up, the bed underneath you creaking, your cries being recorded and echoing in the cell. you gasped for air continuosly.

he took notice and clicked his tongue as he was, also, short of breath.

"not yet."

"yeah.. such a sweet girl fer me." he murmured.

he eventually put an end to your messines, your hair drenching on the sides of your face, your breathless self.

[shroomdreams]

Awoo!

Male Wolf Hybrid x Fem Puppy Hybrid Reader

NSFW

CW: Non-con, reader in heat, p in v, creampie, implied marathon sex, breeding kink, impregnation, reader is depicted with breasts and vagina A/N: Something short for y’all to chew on. Also i know i said i'm not into non-con but I've been reading a lot of josei smut manga and it's bled into this fic sdgjhdslkgjh 1.5k words

Imagine being a puppy hybrid dealing with your heat.

As one of the dog hybrids tasked with guarding the farm, you’re trained to take down threats and keep your friends safe. Your pack consists of you, your little brother, and your grandpa! Grandpa’s been getting on in years, and your little brother is still a bit too rowdy to be a proper guard dog, so most of security duty goes to you.

However, if there was one thing you hated about being a puppy hybrid, it’s the heats you go through.

Curling up on your bed, you growl and tear into your chew toy as your hips desperately hump the pillow, staining the fabrics with your juices. It never gets any easier dealing with heats, especially the aftermath where you bleed all over everything. To make matters worse, the owners of the farm have been thinking of getting a dog hybrid for you to mate with! Absolute nonsense. You don’t need any mates, not at all!

Still, you’re grateful that your owners decided to give you the week off to deal with your heats. Much as you despise the process, it was a chance for you to somewhat relax while your little brother takes over your job for the mean time. However, the toys your owners bought weren’t anywhere near enough to stamp down the fire in your loins, but it was better than nothing. Unbeknownst to you or anyone in the farm, things were about to change.

In the early hours of the morning, a lone man stalks the near the woods, his wolf ears flicking around for any sound of prey. Then, a tantalizing scent wafts to his nose. He’s off, quickly tracking down the delicious scent. His feet carry him to a farm, where everyone was still slumbering. The scent comes from a little hut just a few ways off, fenced off from the rest. Though as the wolf made his way to the hut, he’s stopped by a smaller figure, who fiercely glares at him.

“Heck off, stranger! Yer trespassin’ on private property!”

Unimpressed, he raises a brow as he crosses his arms. “And what are you gonna do about it, runt? You’re way too scrawny to be a threat.”

The dog hybrid shakes his head, clearly agitated by his presence. “Don’t matter, I can take ya!” He growled. As the wolf takes a stance, the two are interrupted when the hut’s window flaps open. The scent practically rolls out as you snarl at the two of them.

“WILL YOU TWO PIPE DOWN?! AH’M TRYIN’ TO GET SOME SLEEP HERE!”

“Eek! Sorry sis!”

The wolf hybrid takes a moment to assess the source of the scent he’s been tracking. You’re definitely way older than the pup who called you sis, and your body has been toned from years of fighting off enemies. He eyes your dribbling pussy, your flushed cheeks, and your agitated body language.

Oh yeah, he’s come to the right place. He doesn’t get another chance to eye you up before he’s face-to-face with the barrel of a gun. Right in front of him is a much older dog hybrid wearing glasses. “Howdy pardner. Ya got ten seconds to step away from ma grandbabies b’fer I put lead in ya.”

He wisely retreats, his hands up as he steps back into the woods. The whole time he does, he’s kept his eyes on your hut, watching you squint at him as you slam your window shut. Now that he’s confirmed your presence, there’s no way he’s just going to leave.

He spends a day or two observing your brother and grandpa’s behavior, taking note of their quirks. His tongue licks his lip as his hand strokes his cock, thinking about your previous appearance. You didn’t bother throwing on a shirt or undergarments, as your heat made wearing clothes extremely unbearable. The wolf grins, as he waits for the sun to go down…

…At night, you’re awoken by the sound of your door creaking open and the smell of a wolf inside your room. Before you could fully open your bleary eyes, the wolf hybrid pins you down, your combined weight sinking into the mattress. “You smell better up close,” The wolf growls, nibbling at your neck. You thrash about, trying to push him off of you. “Quit squirmin’-”

Your freeze when you feel his hardening length slide against your folds, your pussy instantly clenching around nothing while secreting arousal. “G-Get offa me!” You say, hitting his shoulders in a futile attempt to drive him off. However, the wolf manages to grab your hands, holding your wrists down with one of his own hands while the other caresses your body. An involuntary whimper leaves your mouth when he fondles one of your breasts, kneading the flesh in his palm while his cock smears itself in your juices. You’re acutely aware of how large he is, and you haven’t at all taken a toy that matched anywhere near his size.

“Poor thing. Haven’t your humans gotten you a mate yet? Then again, I bet they’d just grab some random stray off the street… But don’t worry, girl. I’ll make sure to satisfy ya.”

His lips crash into yours, tongue forcing its way inside and tangling with yours. Your moans are muffled as he presses his body closer to yours, legs parting wide open. “N-Noooo…” You whimper, trying in vain to shut your legs, watching as the wolf angles his cock towards your entrance. The tip breaches your entrance, causing your legs to fly up from the stimulation as you become breathless. Gasps are wrung out of you as your walls struggle to take the wolf’s length. He growls, hand on your hip as he tries to coax you into loosen up.

You struggle to breath, eyes rolling into your skull as he fully sheathes his cock within your warmth, the nearly kissing your cervix. The wolf huffs, noting the little ring of white decorating the base of his shaft as he draws his hips back, shallowly thrusting inside. “Squeezin’ me real good there, girl. You’ve been hungry for a man’s cock for a while now, haven’t you?”

“N-No- Mmh!” Your protests are cut off when he gives you a sharp thrust in reply. Your hut quickly fills with lewd slapping as you pant out, your poor cunt being constantly rubbed by the wolf’s length. “T-Take it out! I don’t- Aaah! I d-don’t wanna be your mate! Oooh!” You yelp when he suddenly sinks his fangs into your neck, marking you as he roughly slams against you. You’re suddenly flipped on your front, ass up in the air while your face is smooshed down on the pillow.

“This whole den of yours will be perfect for our cubs,” The wolf groans, grinding himself close to your ass while his cock stirs your insides. You shake your head, tears dripping into the bed sheets as the wolf picks up the pace again, making you cry out for mercy. “Fuck- What do you say? I’ll give you a- huff- A litter. We’ll make a whole new pack together.”

“I- I don’t wanna-” You sniffle. The wolf chuckles as his hand swoops down to tease at your clit, the sensation making you cry out in alarm. “I don’t want a litter! I- I don’t-”

“Your pussy says otherwise. Huff- It’s squeezin’ the life outta me. Guess I’ll have to give your body what it needs.”

“N-no! Ohhh! Ahhhhhh! N-Not inside, please! Ah! Ah! I ain’t ready to be a mama! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh!!”

Gripping your hips tight, the wolf pounds you hard until the feeling in your stomach snaps when you feel his knot squeeze in with a pop!, clamping down on his cock while he pumps his seed inside. You go brainless as your hips push against him, tongue lolling out while he snarls in approval. “There you- pant- go. See how nice you feel?”

Your world spins as he pulls you up, your back against his chest as he gently bounces you up and down on his knot.

The next day…

The poor farmhand who is sent to check on you is thinking about possible jobs he might take after he witnesses the scene happening within your home.

Your legs were wrapped your mate’s waist as he bounces you in tandem with his thrusts, streams of cum leaking from your drooling cunt and onto the floor below. The wolf hybrid growls, forcing his knot in your cunt as you whine from the overstimulation, pulsing around his cock as your arousal gushes around him. The farmhand wisely decides to leave you two alone when the wolf snarls at him, closing the door as he walks off.

“...I ain’t getting paid enough for this shit.”

A few months later, you’ve given birth to a healthy litter of wolfdog hybrids. Your mate licks the bite mark he left on your skin as your children suckle on your breasts. Though your grandpa was less than pleased, he begrudgingly puts up with the wolf hybrid as he watches over his great-grandchildren, while your brother plays with one of your daughters.

Safe to say, you won’t be getting rid of that darn wolf any time soon.

[glossysoap]

keep crying, pup

18+, afab, dubcon, mean johnny, basically just me rambling about perv soap eating you out against your will, smidgen of daddy kink (johnny referring to himself as daddy like once or twice), dropping this then going to bed 👍

he’s all thorough and deep and manhandling you - big hands digging into your plush thighs, squeezing the soft skin with an almost painful grip. keeping you right where he wants you, right where he needs you.

even better if you’re giving him some struggle and trying to squirm away, as if you could ever overpower his brute strength. even now, as he was wrapping his hairy arms around your hips to keep you still, you could see his muscles rippling beneath a good layer of fat. scars littered his broad, muscled body - you could only imagine what he’d endured to earn all of them. stabbed, shot, burned. all proof that he was stronger than you, mentally and especially physically.

tears pricked your eyes as the thought crossed your mind how easily he could kill you in five seconds flat if he wished. he could easily come up from between your legs and snap your neck if he got tired of your squirming.

his scruff was scratching your inner thighs as he bit at your sensitive skin, tugging your plush skin into his mouth and damn near growling into it.

“quit yer squirming, birdie. you’ll take what i give you.” is all he says before he’s diving into your pussy, tongue lapping at your folds.

a sob tore from your lips as his tongue pushes past the seam of your cunt.

he’s so fucking messy and mean, getting his fill of your cunt and taking every bit of you for himself. he was loud and obscene, growling and grunting into your pussy as he sucked your folds into his mouth one at a time.

you wish warmth wasn’t bubbling in your core from his ministrations between your thighs and the sounds of him slurping up your juices.

no matter how much you wriggled or tried to bat him away, swatting at where his head lay between your thighs - you couldn’t help the tightness that coiled in your stomach.

every time you tried to fight him off of you, his hands would move up to grab your wrists in an almost painful grip. he would growl into your cunt, a sound so solid and full of gravel that it sent chills up your spine.

your cunt would flutter around his tongue when he growled into it, betraying how sensitive you were no matter how much you cried big fat tears of protest.

“s-stop, st-ah!” your cries of protest, albeit weak, were interrupted by a choked out cry as he shoved two thick fingers in beside his tongue.

his mouth and tongue never stopped devouring you as his fingers started working you apart from the inside. he gave you no time to get accustomed to the intrusion of his fingers, just immediately set on taking up space inside your cunt. dead set on splitting you open, keeping your folds spread and coaxing more and more reluctant cries from your glossy lips.

his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked none too gently, his tongue flicking over the bud at the same time.

“never gonna stop, pup. ye’ can keep cryin’ though. sound even prettier when ye do that.” he talks into your cunt before shoving his tongue back in, his fingers never faltering or slowing.

“c’mon, do it. come for daddy. give it to me.”

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the red hair pirates learning that scaring you is a bad idea

Got the idea watching this tiktok

Benn: yer gonna get yer ass beat.

Lime Juice: *putting on a mask* No, I'm not. (y/n) is harmless, they don't hurt me.

Yassop: listen man, just because they don't hurt us, or engage in fights, doesn't mean they're harmless.

Shanks: He'll be fine, the most they might do is slap him.

Lucky Roux: I dunno dude, I think you're going to get punched.

Shanks: don't listen to them, scare (y/n).

Lime Juice: *Gets in a crouched position by the door* Call em

Shanks: Sweetheart! Would you be a dear, and come here? I need to show you something.

You: *leaves the cabin office* What's up.

Lime Juice: *grabs your shoulders and roars in your ear*

You: *twists around into a boxer's stance and punches him straight in the nose*

Lime juice: OOF! *Falls backward and hits the wall*

You: *punches again him with your other fist*

Benn: Whoa, whoa whoa, (y/n)! Relax it's just Lime Juice.

You: I know! *Flicking your wrist because your hand hurts*

Shanks: I didn't know you had such a mean right hook, love.

You: *shrugs*

Lime Juice: what was the second punch for!

You: For having the nerve to pull that shit with me.

Yassop: damn!

Shanks: Take it easy there, love *pulls you into his arms* he meant it as a joke. He didn't know you didn't like jump scares so much, he knows now.

You: *glares at Lime Juice as Shanks kisses your forehead and rubs your arm*

Lime Juice: *pinches the bridge of his nose to stop the blood *Yeah, I'm sorry, if I had known that you didn't like them so much I wouldn't have done.

Benn: Especially because he would have known he would have gotten clocked.

You: *realizes you overreacted a bit* I'm sorry too,

Shanks: *adds* at least for the second punch, you earned the first.

You: *nods*

Lime Juice: *huffs* fair enough.

You: ... I'm going to go get Hongo to look at your face, because you are bleeding too much to be good.

Lime Juice: Thank you. *Soon as you leave* can we keep this a secret between us?

Shanks, Benn, Lucky Roux, and Yassop: Absolutely not.

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[kiatoru-archived]

alright now miss, spread yer legs f'me."

you gulp and can feel your face heating up as you stare down at the devastingly handsome doctor in front of you and shyly spread your legs.

dr. kita shinsuke doesnt say a word as he gently presses two of his fingers to your clothed cit, eyeing the sticky wet patch on your panties.

"is... is everything okay, doctor?" you murmur, face still hot as you try not to buck and squirm into underneath his intense gaze.

"well i dont quite know yet... m' gonna have to get these panties off and give ya a real close insepection, alright?"

your breath hitches and you quickly nod, lifting your hips gently as he pulls your lacey underwear slowly down your thighs. he stares at your soaked core with a hunger in his eyes.

"gotta taste ya now, alright, pretty?" he mumbles, "make sure this gorgeous pussy is healthy."

before you can say a thing he's licking up and down your folds, groaning and grunting like a man starved. gasps and whines leave your mouth as your hips buck up and his nose brushes against your clit. he wraps his arms around your thighs, effectively pinning them down. a loud sob leaves your throat as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue and mouth working wonders on you.

"p-please, doc-doctor- please!" you squeal, he groans against you and wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck.

his actions have you yelling out as your cream so sweetly on his tongue. he moans and slurps up your juices, not stopping until you cry out and push at his head. your sniffles subside as he gently strokes your thighs helping you come down from your high.

"seems like yer just fine... but i think you'll have to come in fer monthly checkups."

[punktactical]

ASSHOLE , eustass kid ★

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summary ; a one-night stand with kid, more emotion spills out than it should.

warnings ; 18+ content , smut , mutual - masturbation , eating out , controlling behavior , cursing , light angst , kid is bad at feelings , he's also a lil asshole

a/n ; this was originally taken from my quotev one-shots , so if u recognize it , u know why lol ! woohoo my first post , i hope it does well *clasps my hands together obnoxiously*

★

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eustass kid is an asshole for sure.

that much could be said as he spat on her, grabbing her hips harshly.

"d - don't be so hard! it hurts." she whines, tears pricking her eyes as she pushes at his chest. he smacks her hand away, sneering at her. "don't tell me what to fucking do." he lifts up her dress, revealing her white, puffy bloomers.

"ya dress like a lil' girl." he shimmies her bloomers down to her knees, the fabric resting down her legs. her pink panties peek through from under her skirt. he reaches a large hand out to rub her, but she stops him shyly. "you said you wanted me to . . ." she looks away, embarrassed. " suck you off . " he grins, his gums showing from behind his lips. "so? i changed my mind, not like you get to decide what i do."

his thumb grazes her clothed cunt, making her suck in a breath. he licks her through her panties, saliva mixing with her slick. "oh, oh, eustass!" she gasps, squeezing her thighs around his head. he growls, his tongue pushing and prodding at her entrance. "you still got yer panties on, y'know? ya really gonna cum when i'm eating you out from behind yer panties?" she blushes, holding a small hand up to her open mouth. she sounds like she's about to cry, with the way she hiccups every so often. "besides, i needa get ya ready for my cock, it's big, y'know?" he laughs at her horrified expression. he pulls her panties to the side, his tongue diving into her wet cunt. she screams in delight, her fingers winding themselves up in his hair.

what wonders a guy with a rude mouth could do.

"eustass, i think - i'm gonna - !" her breath catches in her throat, a sharp shriek ripping through the air, he doesn't stop licking up her juices.

"then do it." he spits out between his sucking.

she grinds her teeth, screaming from behind them as she feels the waves of pleasure come crashing down onto her. her hands pull at his hair, tugging it harshly. he hisses, lapping up her juices quickly. her body is sweaty, the remaining clothes she had on sticking to her body. everything was so hot now, too hot. "take yer clothes off, i'ma jack myself to ya now. so get comfortable."

eustass kid is an asshole for sure.

that much could be said as he forced her clothes off, stroking himself as she watches with a red face.

★

"what's yer name?"

"excuse me?"

they both laid in bed next to each other, still naked. they weren't touching though. his hands resting on his stomach while hers were holding her hips. "i never got yer name." she frowns. "does that really matter now? i'll be gone as soon as the sun rises." she closes her eyes, enjoying the plushness of the sheets beneath her. "no, but i just wanted to know, i guess." he turns his head the other way, hiding his embarrassed blush. god, why did he care anyways? she hums. "you're not the most kind man, are you?" he huffs. "what's the point of being nice? i'm a pirate." she looks at him with drowsy eyes. "i suppose so but." she reaches out a hand, the back of her fingers grazing his cheek.

"you're not being a complete asshole, just a little mean." she smiles, watching as he scowls, a visible blush on his cheeks.

"if yer gone as soon as the sun rises just like you say, then."

"i'd like to . ." he hesitates.

"i want to hold you." he gulps.

"only if you want to." he sighs.

it was almost a relief as soon as the words left his mouth. her smile widened. she shuffles over, her smaller body curling into his own. his hand hand rests on her hip, but it's cold, no affection radiating from it.

the cool metal reminds her that she is nothing but one night.

eustass kid was an asshole.

that much could be said as he woke up the next morning, the other side of his bed empty. he'll look around, confused, unsure as to what happened last night and if he'll ever remember. the only thing to remind him is a small, crumpled up letter with a name on it. he thinks about writing the name down.

he thinks about sailing the ocean, looking for the person that the name belongs to.

he thinks about fighting through thousands of marines, to get to that name.

he thinks . . .

he rips the paper up, the flakes falling to the floor. his hand continues to tear the paper up, his human hand. the only hand that has flesh. the only hand that has meaning.

as he said, he was just a pirate. what's the point?

eustass kid is and always will be an asshole.

not much can be said.

★

[darlingsfandom]

ok this might be the BIGGEST ass kink ever and it’s okay if you aren’t comfortable writing it. how about ddlg with cillian where he forces her to grind her little cunt against his ass cheeks to get her off 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

You are dirty! I love you ✨ always come to me for these things

TW: ddlg, ass play, rimming! Not proofread.

“Daddy!” You came running into the bedroom until you came to a halt. Cillian was laying in bed with your pink teddy bear with a look on his face.

“Lookin for sumthin sweetheart?” He held the bear out for you to grab but quickly pulled it back making you pout. “Now I know this is your favorite but I couldn’t figure out why until I took a closer look… would you like to explain to daddy where your little bear here has a wet spot by its nose and smells just like yer cunt hmm?” He pursed his lips together as you stood nervously chewing your lip.

“I…” you stumbled your words because nothing was wanting to come out.

“Ya what sweetheart? Use your little teddy bear to get yerself off hmm?” Cillian tossed the bear onto the bed before he stood up and grabbed your wrist, pulled you close and looked into your eyes. “Ya wanna act like a dirty slut, yer gonna do just dat fer me got it!”

You quickly nodded as he undid his pants. His cock was begging to be let out of his boxers. You went to pull down his boxers but he slapped your hand away. “Greedy girl!”

Cillian pulled down his boxers a soft sigh falling out of his mouth when his cock was freed. He watched how you drooled over it even though you’ve seen it many times before. He let out a laugh at how pathetic you looked watching his cock. He circled you like a shark before he grabbed your skirt and yanked it down only to follow it up by ripping your panties. A shiver ran over your spine as the cool air hit your wet cunt. “And yer already so wet? Fucking slut.” He gripped your face in his hands making you look him in the eyes. “Since ya love being a dirty slut, yer gonna rub dat pretty cunt against my ass!”

Your eyes went wide. Did he really just say that? You blinked rapidly before nodding along. Cillian kissed you hard but not long enough for you to really feel it. After he was comfortable on his stomach he motioned for you to come over. You walked nervously over to him, climbed onto the bed and sat on your knees .

“How do I do it daddy?” You spoke softly as your fingers ran across his cheek.

“Ya really dat dumb sweetheart? Yer gonna rub yer pretty little cunt against my ass like ya would my thigh!” He snapped in a way that made you tingle.

You took a deep breath before swinging your leg over his and lowered yourself against his ass cheek. It was different than what you thought mostly because you’ve never thought about it. He was patient with you because it was your first time but it didn’t last long. He looked back over his shoulder to see you looking confused with sad eyes.

“Daddy, am I just supposed to rub myself ?” You asked quietly toying with your fingers. Cillian huffed.

“Dats exactly wut yer supposed to do, now please do it ! Before I have to spank you.” Cillian watched as you balanced yourself and began to rub your folds against his ass cheek. “Good girl.”

You placed your hand on his back for balance before you moved your hips faster feeling the slick leak out onto his ass made you feel dirty but in a good way. The way he was groaning below you encouraged you to keep going since he was enjoying it. Cillian loved how it felt to have your juices leaking onto him. The way your mouth hung open to moan, the way you looked fucked without even having his cock in you, it was a beautiful sight to behold and he was lucky to witness it.

“Daddy, this is making me tingle!”

“Good! That’s because yer my obedient little slut. I know wuts best fer ya!” He reached behind to spank your thigh which made you jump so he could take a quick glance at the wet spot that had doubled in size the longer you rubbed yourself out.

“What if I squirt daddy??” You whined feeling your orgasm build up.

“Then ya squirt on my ass! Are ya dat dumb now huh? Is being an obedient slut making you dat dumb?”

“I’m daddy dumb slut!” A smile appeared on your face which made him smile back at you before he seen that familiar face appearing. He knew you were close. The way your eyebrows furrowed together, how your nails were digging into his lower back, how your mouth was hanging.

“Cum for me ! Now !” He snapped at you and that’s all it took. Your body jolted up and with the angle you were at you soaked his ass, hip and watched as some dripped towards his hole as your squirt gushed out of you with a loud cry rippling from your throat. “Good girl! Now clean your mess.” You huffed before leaning down to run your tongue against his ass cheek. Cillian reached behind to grab your head and helped guided you across. You’re not sure what came over you but you found yourself on your knee behind him licking his ass cheeks until you reached his hole and that’s when the shock took over you! You felt that tingle between your legs as you found your self licking at his hole like it was your favorite meal.

“Oh baby! Dats a good girl yeah!” Cillian laid his head into the pillow as you ate his hole. You were spreading his ass cheeks while burying your face as deep as you could to get your tongue into it to make him feel good. Cillian used his hand to reach down and stroke his cock fast since his own orgasm was on the edge. Feeling your tongue eating his ass was driving him made. “Fucking dirty slut eating her daddy’s ass!” He pushed your face deeper inbetween his cheeks making you go breathless until he let go to which you pulled away to gasp for air and spit against the puckering hole.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” Cillian sat up quickly and pushed you down so he could cum on your face and did he ever! By the time he was done cumming you looked like you had just been in a gang bang with how much cum he had built up. You licked your lips with a giant smile on your face as he panted above you.

“Ya did such a good job baby, let’s get ya cleaned up yeah?” Cillian helped you onto your feet and walked with you to the bathroom where the two of you took a warm loving shower to make sure you knew that he still cared about you.