#FREE THE NIPPLE AND THE VAGINA AND ALL OF IT!!

[archie-sunshine]

[humanformers ratchlock] i think shes a rlly bossy old sub.... sometimes.

[cuntyji]

PANT0NE 6969 ❤︎‬ VARIOUS JJK MEN X FEMALE READER

Synopsis: A bold color choice, a little too much free time, and way too much devotion. One question: is that really the shade they think it is?

Warnings: 18+ sexual content, MDNI. Smut & crack. Established Relationship. Geto has not deflected, Toji is a DILF/older than reader (can be just by a couple of years, but feel free to read it how you'd like), Sukuna true-form is not implied since he only has one cock, but feel free to read it as such. Reader has a vagina + bush/fem-bodied. Hair pulling, doggy-style, P in V, dirty talk, creampies [implied], oral (seperate f. and m. receiving), riding, 😺 referred to as "her", dom! Nanami, top! Toji and Geto (seperate), sub! Choso, power bottom/switch! Sukuna

Note: From @nkopurin and I with love 😍 Thank you for helping me brainstorm this idea hehe <3

✶⋆.˚ Ao3  

GOJO SATORU

It started with a need.

Not a hair-related one, not initially. It began with something far more sacred and carnal. You were in bed one night, Gojo passed out like a very tall, very dumb angel after an equally dumb but impressively athletic session of “babe, let’s try standing up this time” — and your eyes, glazed but focused, landed on the thing.

Not the thing. His thing. Your phone, really, but more specifically, a photo of his dick. It wasn't anything risqué; in fact, it was borderline artistic. Backlit like a renaissance painting, his hand casually wrapped around the base like he was offering it to a museum. It was… majestic.

And pink.

Not an obnoxious pink. Not bubblegum, not fuchsia. It was a warm, flushed, expensive pink. Like blushing porcelain. The kind of pink that made you understand why entire cultures assigned gender to colors. This one? This was the tip of Gojo Satoru pink. A pink that made you feel cherished, cursed, and absolutely deranged all at once.

So you screen-shot it.

Uploaded it to a color picker site. 

Hex code #F7A5B3. 

Suspiciously gentle. Suspiciously perfect. Definitely suspicious, considering the site immediately tried to sell you 400 crypto coins and an NFT of someone else's nipple. But you took that code and ran.

Now, you couldn’t just buy that color in a bottle. No one in the hair dye industry had taken the noble, godly risk of bottling Gojo Satoru's dickhead hue. Cowards. And so, Saturday morning, armed with seven different pinks from a local store, a bowl, and a wildly misplaced sense of purpose, you began to mix.

“This is what God made me for,” you whispered, wrist-deep in dye, adding a smidge more ‘peach dazzle’ to your cauldron of horny alchemy.

The end result? Perfection. If a cherry blossom had an orgasm, this would be the aftermath. You smoothed it into your scalp, grinning like a lunatic as your bathroom mirror caught the glint in your eye—the kind of glint that only comes from knowing your hair now looked like your husband’s dick tip.

When Gojo walked through the door that evening, adjusting his blindfold with one hand and tossing his bag with the other, the first thing he did was stop. Blink. 

And then blink again, which was impressive, considering he was blindfolded.

“Oh?” he said, already walking toward you with the cautious reverence of a man approaching a shrine. “New hair?”

You didn’t say anything. Just angled your head in the light so it caught that very specific pink, glowing like divine foreskin in the golden hour. Gojo's brows lifted, then furrowed, then lifted again. 

He leaned in.

“Is this… me?”

You nodded solemnly. “Tip-inspired,” you clarified. “I color-matched.”

He said nothing for a long moment. Just took your chin gently in his hand and peered at your hair like he was identifying a long-lost artifact.

“…Baby, that’s so fucking hot.”

You snorted. “I figured you’d like it.”

“Like it? I feel seen. My dick feels celebrated.”

He kissed you hard, and somewhere between the makeout session and him half-carrying you to the bed, he muttered:

“I should return the favor.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding seriously. “Solidarity. Pubes.”

“No.”

“C’mon, I could go pastel! Lavender balls! Romantic!”

“Satoru, no.”

He was already halfway to the bathroom. You heard drawers opening. Things crashing. You had to throw a towel at him to stop the chaos. He caught it, grinning.

“You’re no fun,” he pouted, clearly half a second from ordering glitter dye off the internet.

“You’re not dying your happy trail. That’s the hill I'll die on.”

“Fine. But next time you do highlights… might I suggest the undertones of my shaft?”

You slapped him with the towel.

Your hair, though? Flawless. Divine. Blessed. And every time Gojo kissed the top of your head afterward, you could tell he knew exactly what he was kissing.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

It started with the nails.

Well—technically, it started with Toji giving you a lazy grunt of “go treat yourself or whatever” and sliding over a thick roll of cash like he was paying off a hit. And you did treat yourself. Just not in the way he expected.

Toji didn’t ask many questions when you came home, freshly manicured, tapping your newly adorned fingers against the countertop just loud enough for him to notice. You watched him squint, suspicious already. “The fuck’s that color?” he muttered.

You gave a tiny smile, tapping the pad of your thumb against your ring finger for emphasis—the ring finger that had his initials done in dark, bold lettering, sharp and crisp over the muted pink polish. “Oh, this?” you said sweetly. “Just something inspired by you.”

He blinked. Then looked again. His brow creased. 

“That’s my—wait. That’s my fuckin’ d—”

“Tip,” you offered helpfully. “Yup.”

Toji clapped a hand over his face and groaned like he’d aged ten years in a second.

“You’re despicable,” he mumbled through his palm. “Absolutely insane.”

And you just shrugged. because he hadn’t not given you the money for it. And anyway, it was a lovely color—rich, dusky, masculine in that very specific flushed way. The shade that only existed when he was half hard and half annoyed and half threatening to fuck your brains out for misbehaving, which was often. But then, of course, the nails weren’t enough. Because what’s a set without a matching main event?

The next time he saw you, it was in the evening light, your freshly dyed hair catching the low amber glow. And you swore you saw his soul leave his body.

“You didn’t,” he said flatly.

“I did,” you grinned.

He stared long and hard. The color was perfect. That dusky, raw pink, slightly darker at the roots. You’d even toned it to match that exact heat-flushed, post-shower hue he sported when he was about to fuck you against the nearest surface. He didn’t ask how you explained the shade to the ladies at the salon. He refused to. The possibilities alone were giving him a headache.

“Y’need therapy,” he grunted.

“Probably,” you chirped.

He dragged a hand down his face. Muttered, “...Fuckin’ hell,” and shook his head.

Still—when the lights were out, and your ridiculous little tribute of a hairstyle was bouncing under his hand as he pounded into you from behind like he had something to prove, he didn’t complain. 

His grip was punishing in your hair, the strands twisted tight around his fingers, just enough pressure to keep your head arched back perfectly so he could see your expression melt every time he shoved in deeper.

“Look at you,” he grunted, his voice ragged, his thrusts brutal and steady, “Wearin’ my fuckin’ cock like a badge.”

He tugged harder, yanked your head back until your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered. His hips snapped forward again, loud and wet and obscene. 

“Crazy fuckin’ woman,” he rasped, biting down on your shoulder now, lips dragging against sweaty skin, “—gettin’ salon dye to match my dick, the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Everything,” you choked out, nearly delirious. “I’m so gone for you, baby, fuck—”

And he laughed. Full chest, low and amused, filthy even in his exasperation. His hand smoothed over your scalp for a second—like he might show you tenderness—and then he pulled again, drove in with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs.

“You’re gonna have to go back to that salon with a limp,” he growled in your ear, “Let ‘em see what happens when you walk in smellin’ like my cum.” You moaned, shuddering, knees almost giving in.

Toji was too old for this. Too grizzled, too tired to understand your generation’s brain rot. But that didn’t mean he didn’t fuck like he was born for it. Didn’t mean he didn’t leave you twitching and trembling and ruined by the end of it.

And when he finally collapsed next to you, panting, sweat-slick and sore, he rolled over just enough to look at your hair again.

“…It is a nice color,” he muttered reluctantly.

You smiled against his chest. “I'll get the matching lipstick next.”

He groaned again, reaching over to slap your ass, hard. 

“Despicable.”

“Yep.”

“…Fuck, I love you.”

“You'd better.”

CHOSO KAMO

Choso is agitated.

Not angry—no, that would’ve been easier to deal with. Choso doesn’t really do anger the way others do. He just gets… tense. Quiet. Eyes narrowed, arms crossed, head tilted slightly like he’s watching a very slow train wreck he’s emotionally invested in. He's standing at the edge of the bathroom now, shoulders stiff, gaze locked on your hair like it personally offended him. 

“You didn’t tell me it would be permanent,” he says, voice calm but too calm.

You blink. “It's not?”

His whole body jerks like you just threw a bucket of ice water at him.

“...What?”

You laugh, a little confused, a little charmed. “Baby. It’s not permanent. It's semi-permanent. It’ll fade in, like, six weeks.”

He's silent. Comically silent. His eyes dart back to your hair. 

Then to your face. 

Then to your hair again.

“…Oh,” he says softly.

And then—

“Oh.”

He sounds heartbroken.

You watch him slowly sit down on the edge of the tub like you just told him you were dying.

“It’ll… fade?”

You nod.

“But—" he gestures vaguely at your head. “You did it for me.”

“I can touch it up,” you assure him, walking over, hands light on his shoulders. “You can even help.”

He brightens subtly. Barely. But it’s there.

“…Okay. Okay. But I wanna be there when you do it.”

You raise an eyebrow. “To help?”

“To supervise.”

“Supervise what?”

His voice drops to a mutter. “The accuracy.”

Which is how you end up here, two weeks later, with a towel around your neck, gloves on, dye ready—and Choso already pantless, sitting obediently on the closed toilet seat with his dick in his lap like a willing participant in some sort of medical study.

“You sure you’re okay like that?” you ask, flicking open the dye tube.

He nods. Quickly. “I don't wanna interfere with the process.”

He's already a little hard. You try not to giggle. Try.

You crouch, squinting, face inches away from his flushed, semi-erect cock. 

“Hmm. Looks a little warmer in tone today.”

He shivers.

“C-could be the lighting,” he says, voice pitched slightly higher than normal.

You tilt your head. “Or blood flow.”

He inhales through his nose, thighs twitching. “Possible,” he says weakly.

You bring your face even closer, inspecting from another angle. Your breath ghosts over the tip and he whimpers, hands flying to his thighs like he’s trying to pin them down from shaking.

“Stop me if this is too much,” you murmur, not moving away at all. He nods quickly. Too quickly. “No, n-no, ’m good. I'm—I'm fine. I wanna help.”

You hum, pressing a kiss to the underside, featherlight. Then lick a slooow, curious stripe up the length.

He chokes. “N-not during the dye,” he says, voice paper-thin and trembling. “I-it’s not safe—what if the chemicals—”

“I'm careful,” you murmur, already taking him in. He breaks. Visibly. One hand reaches for your shoulder, but he doesn’t push, doesn’t pull—just holds, clinging like he’s about to float away.

“Oh—fuck,” he breathes, already leaking, already shaking. “Fuck, you can’t—you c-can’t focus on the color like this—”

“I don't have to,” you whisper against the head, lips slick with him now. “I already got it memorized.”

He lets out a noise so soft, so pathetic, it makes you suck harder just to hear it again.

By the time the dye’s halfway through processing in your hair, he’s slumped back, completely undone, flushed all over and breathing like he just got resuscitated. His thighs are twitching, his hands are useless, and his eyes are glassy, blinking at you like you just changed his worldview.

“That wasn’t supervising,” he mumbles, dazed.

“It was quality control,” you reply, deadpan.

He groans.

“...When’s the next touch-up?”

You grin, leaning forward to press a sloppy kiss to his lips.

“Four weeks. Mark your calendar.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA

Sukuna is, at first, appreciative.

He’s lounging on his throne, fingers lazily tapping against the armrest as he watches you strut in with that smug look on your face and new hair on your head. The color hits him first. Soft, almost sugary—like the inside of a bleeding peach. Not quite natural, not quite real. A pink that seems too whimsical to exist in his world of blood and ash. He hums, raising an eyebrow as he gestures vaguely in your direction. 

“An offering, is it?”

You grin. “More like a tribute.”

“Hmm,” he muses, and you can see the faintest curve of amusement on his lips. “A show of worship. How very devoted of you.”

But then he really looks at it, tilting his head as he squints. 

“…What the fuck kind of color is that.”

You blink.

“It’s the color of your cock.”

The silence is immediate and violently loud. Sukuna stares at you like you just announced your intention to marry Gojo Satoru instead of him. His eye twitches, something deep and ancient inside him glitching. And then:

“What the everloving fuck does that mean, you insolent little—”

“You’re loud for someone whose tip looks like a cherry blossom, Suku.”

“It does NOT—”

He's on his feet now, pacing, hands in his hair, swearing in languages the Earth has long since forgotten. The sheer rageful fluster radiating off him is so intense, the walls tremble. He points at you, points at your hair, then points at his own crotch like he’s about to hold it up as exhibit A.

“What part of me—what part of that—makes you think it looks like that color?! Have you lost your mind?! Are you blind? Are you mocking me?!”

You’re nearly doubled over, wheezing with laughter, half in awe and half terrified that you’ve managed to turn the King of Curses into an angry little ball of embarrassment. He growls, bare-chested and barefoot and furious, stomping back to his throne with his arms crossed.

“You’re never allowed to speak again,” he grumbles, sulking. “Blasphemy. Absolute heresy. You should be punished—”

“Say less,” you chirp, tossing him a wink.

He sputters.

Later that night, the punishment is you straddling him on his throne, bouncing on his cock with your pink-stained hair swinging wildly around your face—and it turns out, for all his complaints, he has not stopped staring at it. His head’s tipped back against the throne, jaw clenched, trying to focus on anything else but the way your hair bounces perfectly with each slam of your hips.

“Fuck—quit movin’ like that,” he rasps, voice strained.

“You mean riding you?” you ask sweetly, snapping your hips a little harder, watching his hands twitch at his sides like he’s barely holding back.

“No—the hair. Your fucking hair.”

You grin.

He grabs your waist suddenly, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and slams up into you, making you squeal.

“You gonna do it again?” he huffs against your throat, panting. “You gonna keep it that color just to drive me mad, you little slut?”

“Yup,” you whisper, biting your lip, rolling your hips just right. His hands shake as his head drops to your shoulder. You feel the smallest, most pitiful groan leave his chest.

He’s losing it. Completely. Eyes hazy, body shuddering under yours, trying desperately to focus on the feel of your cunt and not the goddamn glow of your cursed hair in the dark.

“Never been more disrespected in my life,” he groans, dragging his tongue across your throat. “I hate you. Fuck, I hate you—”

“You’re gonna cum inside me again, aren’t you?”

He whimpers.

And it’s the prettiest little sound you’ve ever heard him make.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami is speechless.

Not the stunned, dazed, jaw-dropped kind. No—this is the quietly judging, emotionally restrained, deep sigh echoing from the depths of his tired soul kind of speechless. Glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, brow twitching, card bill in hand.

“You spent how much on what?”

You sit innocently on the couch, hair freshly dyed and glowing with that faded, strangely warm blush-pink hue, scrolling on your phone with the nonchalance of a criminal who thinks they've pulled off the perfect heist.

“...I had to match it perfectly.”

He rubs his temples. 

“With my—?”

“Yup.”

He closes his eyes, breathing through his nose as he reconsiders every life decision that led him to this moment. Not that it’s entirely surprising. You’ve always had the most questionable taste in financially irresponsible love languages. This isn’t even the worst of it. 

No, the worst was that one time you used the card to commission a hand-stitched, button-eyed plushie of him from a niche artist in another country. He found it tucked under your pillow one night, arms outstretched like it missed him. He didn’t say a word. Just...sat down and took a long sip of his whiskey.

But this? This has his hands in your hair more often than he consciously intends. Long fingers carding through it when you're curled up in bed beside him. Resting on your shoulders while he's driving, letting his knuckles brush the strands of your hair absently as he shifts gears. Sometimes even during mundane moments—while you’re reading, eating, brushing your teeth. He's obsessed in spite of himself.

The problem is, he notices the fading.

“Have you not been using the sulfate-free shampoo I bought you?”

You pause mid-bite of your snack. 

“...There’s special shampoo?”

His eye twitches.

And now you’re here—kneeling on the bedroom floor, blinking up at him as he stands tall, sleeves rolled, belt long forgotten somewhere on the bed. His cock is heavy in his palm, leaking against the curve of your cheek, and he’s dragging the tip slowly across your flushed skin like he’s painting strokes on a blank canvas.

“Hm,” he muses, low and annoyed. “The pink’s uneven.”

You whine, shifting closer, trying to suck him in—but his other hand tightens in your hair and pulls.

“Ah-ah. Not yet. I'm still inspecting.”

“‘Nami,” you whimper, thighs pressed together. “Please—”

He swipes the tip across your cheek again, purposefully slow. “I give you a card. I tell you to be responsible. And you blow hundreds on a dye job you didn’t even bother maintaining.”

You’re panting now, needy, humiliated, as you try to squirm closer for a taste. But he’s holding you exactly where he wants you—on your knees, burning up, mouth open and empty.

“You know,” he mutters, voice dropping lower, “Maybe if you showed me how sorry you are… I'd consider booking the touch-up appointment myself.”

Your eyes sparkle. He scoffs. “Not for free, sweetheart.”

And then finally, finally, he slides the head past your lips, slow and deliberate, watching your lashes flutter and jaw slacken like you’ve just taken communion. He doesn’t fuck your mouth—no, not yet. He holds you there, just the tip resting on your tongue, sighing deeply like he's indulging your little obsession only out of obligation.

“If the color’s still uneven tomorrow,” he mutters, stroking the crown of your head with firm, possessive care, “We're going back to the salon.”

His hips shift just enough to press deeper, and you moan around him.

“After you shampoo. Twice. With what I tell you to use.”

He smiles faintly as your eyes roll back.

Finally. Some accountability.

GETO SUGURU

Geto is trying. Really, truly trying not to laugh.

He walks in, drops his keys in the bowl by the door like always, and greets you with that same low, warm “I’m home” he always does—but then he sees you. Sees the way you’re standing there, all proud and glowing, doing a little turn in your socks like you’re unveiling a whole new self.

And then he sees the hair.

He freezes.

You beam. “Surprise!”

He stares, tilting his head a little as he walks a bit closer, slow and deliberate, like he’s analyzing a cursed object.

“…You dyed your hair,” he says eventually, in that careful, measured tone he uses when he’s trying to piece together a truly confusing curse puzzle.

You nod enthusiastically. “Guess what the color is?”

He squints. Then he blinks.

Then he looks you straight in the eye and says, completely flat:

“My dick?”

Your smile turns so wide that he groans immediately and drags a hand down his face.

“Baby…”

“Don’t you love it?”

“It’s not that I don’t—I mean, the color’s nice, but… that’s what you chose to color-match?”

You puff your cheeks out. “It’s a soft, warm tone with pink undertones! It's romantic!”

“It's the color of my tip.”

“Yes!!”

And that’s when it hits him—just how absurdly hilarious this is. And how absolutely you. He tries to keep it together, he really does, but a smile breaks across his face, tired but amused, and he’s shaking his head like he’s going to lose it. “Oh my god,” he mumbles, wiping at his eyes. “I can't believe you spent money on this. I can't believe I'm involved.”

“You’re the inspiration!” you say defensively, fisting your hands by your sides like you’re presenting a noble act of sacrifice.

He loses it again.

But hours later, when he’s on his knees between your legs, the teasing is far from over. His tongue drags up your thigh slow and indulgent, and he hums like he’s appraising a piece of art. “So... she got the full treatment, huh?”

You moan softly, head falling back. “Mhmm.”

But then he pauses, finger resting just above your mound as he raises a single brow.

“Then why was she left out?”

You blink, dazed. “...What?”

He leans in closer, kisses just above your clit, right at the edge of your bush, and whispers, “She didn’t get a dye job too.”

You slap his shoulder.

“Stop calling it that!”

“Why not? She’s the one who got snubbed,” he says with an exaggerated pout, kissing lower now, slow and taunting. “All that love for my tip, and poor baby down here didn’t get a single brush of attention.”

Your thighs twitch as your face burns. You’re whining now, hips shifting, trying to chase his mouth, but he pulls back just enough to keep you squirming.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he coos, dragging a finger along your slit. “I'll make sure she gets a little pampering tonight.”

“Sugu—”

But you’re cut off by your own gasp when he licks a stripe up your folds, groaning like he’s tasting a five-star meal. His grip tightens around your thighs, spreading you wide, burying himself between your legs like he’s trying to eat the embarrassment right off of you. You’re squealing now, every moan mixed with some mortified whimper as he talks to your pussy like she’s got her own name, her own needs, her own complex about being left out.

“Mmm, she’s being shy,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue with practiced precision, “but I know what she needs.”

You buck against his face, legs shaking, trying and failing to close them around his head.

“Stop making me blush you—fuck—”

“You’re the one who dyed your whole head the color of my cock,” he says, eyes glinting as he looks up, mouth shiny and smug. “You don’t get to be shy now.”

And that’s how your plan to be sweet and romantic ends with your legs thrown over his shoulders, his tongue fucking you open while you babble apologies and try not to die from the sheer secondhand shame of being verbally roasted by your own pussy. And Geto? He’s never been more in love.

a/n: hello !! it has been many a moon since i have written smut....i even pulled out the fancy layout i used to use back in the day :PP (i post smut panels/headers on @cuntpress if you're a writer btw <3) be nice please

[count-on-mi]

Duty of Care (Mina, Sana, Momo)

"Ah... Manager Oppa... please do it lighter... the dishes on the table... were all knocked over by Sana's breasts..." Momo was eating breakfast while collecting the knocked-over side dishes.

"No... no...don’t stop...ah...harder...harder...fuck me harder...so...so comfortable...ah...Manager Oppa...fuck Sana...harder..." Sana lies down swinging back and forth on the dining table, a man behind was slamming into Sana's buttocks.

"Ah...it feels so comfortable...don't stop...ah...more...a little harder...a little faster..." Sana screamed loudly and comfortably, but the man behind her was sweating profusely and it looked like he wouldn't be able to hold on for too long.

"Manager Oppa... Good morning..." Mina was woken up by Sana's lustful moans. She walked out of the room naked and rubbing her hair. She was not even surprised when she saw Sana being fucked. After saying hello, she went into the bathroom to clean up.

"Ah...how many times have I told you...don't stay naked in the dorm...at least wear some underwear...I don't even dare to help you find a male manager...ah...ah...ah... "The Manager said while looking at Momo, but his cock couldn't stand the tightness of Sana's vagina, and he creampied Sana's body while his body was jerking.

"Manager Oppa... Did I tell you that you should try not to cum inside... it's so hard to clean up..." Sana said coquettishly, blocking the opening of her vagina with one hand to prevent the cum from dripping, and quickly ran into the bathroom where Mina was, but the manager fell Sit on a chair nearby.

"Manager Oppa...it's more comfortable without clothes...and it's not like you men are so lustful...otherwise, why would you want to have sex...wu...wu...um..." Momo said while using chopsticks to hold the cock, she helped the manager clean up the semen from the glans and then swallowed the semen in one gulp with the rice in her mouth.

Mina in the bathroom saw Sana walking in quickly, picking up the shower head and flushing it to her lower body. While flushing, she used her fingers to dig out the white semen deep in her vagina. Mina brushed her teeth quickly and walked to the dining table in front of the manager to sit down and spread her legs wide.

"Manager Oppa...I want it too..." Mina spread her legs and her two labia opened automatically, as if she was telling someone to fuck her.

"I... I want your...cock..." Mina said while sucking the manager's finger.

"Ahem......now I not only have to act as your manager...but also help you with your physical needs...my wife complained to me that I haven't fucked her for a long time...it's all because of you the little slut did it..." The room manager stood up helplessly, and with a "pop" sound of his cock that had just regained its energy, was inserted hard into Mina's vagina.

The manager pressed on Mina’s body, kneading Mina's left breast with his index finger on the nipple and sucked her right nipple with his mouth. Mina began to make inarticulate moans.

"Manager Oppa... ah... ah... ah..." Mina automatically hooked her legs around the manager's waist and swung her legs. She also picked up the manager's free hand and sucked her fingers while looking at him with hazy eyes.

"Manager Oppa... I want you... it feels so good when you fuck Mina... ah... ah... ah..." The manager fucked her faster and harder, and Mina kept gasping and moaning.

The manager still put his hands on Mina's breasts and rubbed them. His eyes were looking at Momo aside. As soon as their eyes met, they both smiled knowingly. Momo was also waiting for the manager to finish fucking Mina and then fuck her.

Momo sat aside and watched everything that happened. Suddenly, a pair of hands picked up Momo's plump breasts from behind and rubbed them. Momo turned around and saw Sana rubbing them happily from behind, with her pussy plugged with a double-sided dildo.

Momo immediately understood what Sana wanted to do. She stood up and inserted the other end of the double-sided dildo into her vagina, letting Sana rub her plump breasts. In return, she also played with Sana's breasts. They were rubbing each other and moaning.

For a moment, obscene and lustful noises and words resounded throughout the dorm of MISAMO.

"Oh...oh...oh...how do you guys train your pussy...the harder I fuck, the tighter it becomes, the harder I fuck, the better I feel, the more I fuck, the more comfortable I feel...it's not like my wife...the more I fuck, the looser it becomes...I don’t even have feelings for her body now..." The manager saw Mina twisting uncomfortably under him, and her vagina became tighter and tighter. He knew that Mina was on the edge of climax, and he was about to cum again.

The manager thrust in and out, feeling Mina's vagina gradually tightening, knowing that she was about to reach climax. To give her a ride, the manager increased the speed and intensity of thrusting, reaching the deepest part of her vagina again and again, but he failed. Didn’t expect that under Mina’s tight walls, he would cum first.

"Ah... so comfortable... I... can't stand it... so hot... so hot... ah... ah... ah..." Mina saw that the manager was no longer thrusting, but was just trying his best to push his cock deeper into her. , Mina also felt that the cock in her body was going into the womb and suddenly spurted out hot semen with trembling motions. Mina was already on the verge of climax, also reached climax by the hot cum pulsing in her womb.

Mina's legs could no longer be hooked and could only hang on both sides. She lay on the dining table with her eyes closed and gasping for breath.

"Ah...Momo...so good...ah..."

"Hmm...Sana...ah..."

Hearing Sana and Momo's moans, the manager held up his cock, which had just been ejaculated twice in succession, and slowly walked towards Sana and Momo on the side. He walked around behind them and stretched out his hands to caress their large tits respectively.

"Manager Oppa...there...can't...no... Manager Oppa..." Sana found that the Manager's cock was getting closer and closer to her lower body, but there was a dildo inserted in her pussy. The Manager's goal was obvious. It's the butthole.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Sana twisted her delicate body violently, trying to get away from the Manager, but the Manager ignored Sana's plea for mercy and slowly pushed his cock into Sana's asshole. The cock entered bit by bit, and Sana screamed every time it gets in deeper and deeper.

"Ah... no... no... ah... no... no... ah... ah... ah... I'm going to be fucked to death by you two... ah... ah... ah... okay... ...It feels so comfortable...so...it hurts...ah...ah...ah..." Momo cooperated with the manager and wrapped Sana in the middle, and began to thrust her waist in and out. Sana was so painful and so pleasured that she nearly went crazy.

The manager was fucking Sana from behind, and Momo was fucking Sana from the front. Sana’s plump breasts were also played with by the two of them. Sana felt two hard rods in her body at the same time, and they were thrusting each other, and the extreme pleasure that came from her lower body, soon made Sana became unbearable.

The strong visual enjoyment stimulated the manager. He thrust hard and fast. Sana moaned repeatedly as she was fucked from the front and back at the same time. Her lustful cries echoed throughout the dormitory. Fucking from behind can best stimulate a man's desire, making them feel a desire to conquer.

"I... I am going... to be... played to death by... you two... ah... ah... ah..." Sana was unable to resist, so she could only be surrounded by the two of them.

"Wow...ah...ah...ah...ahhh..." Sana's whole body trembled, a large amount of fluid flowed out from her vagina, and her ass also contracted strongly. The manager's cock had never experienced such intense compression, the cock shook uncontrollably, and a stream of hot cum was ejected into Sana's asshole.

Sana lay limply on Momo in front of her, and Momo couldn't bear Sana's weight and was pressed to the ground. The manager's cock also withdraws from Sana's ass, and Momo underneath Sana was also hugging Sana and trembling. Her delicate body was trembling slightly.

The manager knew at a glance that when Momo had just made Sana climax, she had also been fucked to orgasm by the double-headed dildo. The manager lowered his body and pulled out the double-headed dildo inserted into Momo's pussy. The pussy was fucked into an O shape, and the nectar is constantly flowing out.

"Oh... As expected, the pussy just climaxed... is so tight..." Before Momo could regain her breath, the manager inserted his still-hard cock that had been ejaculated three times into Momo's pussy.

"Ah... Manager Oppa... let me take a break... ah... ah... um..." The manager ignored Momo's request and thrust the cock in her pussy hard.

After the orgasm just now, Momo was still unsatisfied. She began to raise her waist to meet the thrusts of the manager. Her moans came one after another. The manager heard her moans and started thrusting harder. Momo couldn't bear the surging pleasure in her body, and her moans became louder and louder.

The manager thrust vigorously back and forth, and Momo moaned loudly without any discomfort. It seemed that Momo's recovery ability was also good. With Momo's cooperation, the manager felt much more comfortable, he began to work up and down, using both hands to play with Momo's plump breasts meanwhile his cock keep fucked Momo's wet pussy hardly. Every time the cock was pulled out, the vaginal meat could be brought out, and then it was inserted violently all the way to the end again.

Afraid of being heard by others, the Manager bent down and kissed Momo’s lips, inserted his tongue into her mouth to stir, drinking the saliva in her mouth. Momo couldn't scream and could only whisper, "Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!" murmured.

Not long after, Sana woke up again and signalled the manager to pick up Momo. Although the manager didn't know what Sana wanted to do, he still picked up Momo obediently. Sana then directly pushed the other end of the dildo towards Momo's asshole. She went in, swayed her thin waist amidst Momo's screams, and fucked Momo's asshole.

"Ah...ah...ah...Sana...it hurts...it hurts...pull it out...pull it out...ah... ah...ah..." Momo clamped her legs tightly around the manager's waist. She also grasped the manager's back tightly with his hands and scratched bloody marks on the manager's back with such force.

"No...you just fucked me so well...now I should let you experience...the pleasure of having two holes fucked at the same time..." Sana matched the rhythm of the manager and fucked Momo hard at the same rhythm, When the manager pushed in his cock, she follows; when the manager withdraws, she withdraws at the same time.

No one knows how long has passed, but Momo was fucked until she was weak and hung on the manager’s body, muttering, but he couldn’t hear clearly what she was saying. Sana was also sweating profusely, and it seemed that she was suffering the same with the double-headed dildo when she was fucking Momo.

After Momo climaxed, she felt as if she had collapsed. She leaned all over the manager. The manager fucked her a few more times but found that because Momo was limp and unable to cooperate, the position was inconvenient, it was not smooth when he keeps thrusting. So, he stops controlling himself and lets the cum fills Momo’s pussy.

As soon as the Manager has cummed inside Momo, he put down Momo who was limp. Behind Momo, Sana was so tired that she lay down with Momo, while the two-headed dildo was still inserted into their pussies and assholes, the two ignored him and fell asleep due to exhaustion.

The manager looked around and found Mina sleeping on the dining table. But seems she was affected by the moaning. Although Mina was asleep, she was lying on her side with her legs tightly squeezed. Her pussy was rubbing all the time, The dining table was covered with semen, and it looked like Mina was having an erotic dream.

The manager looked at Mina's white and tender buttocks, laid behind Mina and put his hands on Mina's snow-white plump breasts and rubbed them. After touching them for a while, Mina couldn't stand it anymore and her legs began to rub together faster. The manager saw this and knew Mina's pussy must be wet. Seeing her lustful look, the manager's cock became hard again, and he slowly inserted his cock into Mina's rubbing pussy from behind.

"Oh... oh... oh... um... um... um..." The tickling feeling in Mina's pussy seemed to be filled up by the cock, and Mina starts to moan even though she stopped rubbing her thighs.

Mina's vagina clamped the cock tightly, and the manager was feeling so that he couldn't help himself. Under the vaginal spasm-like contraction, the manager did not dare to thrust too fast, for fear that he would not be able to bear it and would cum immediately. The manager’s face was covered by Mina's fragrant hair while he was thrusting slowly, and he couldn’t help but smell it.

With the slow thrusting, it seems not enough for Mina. She turned around and hugged the manager behind her. Her breasts also buried the manager's head deeply. The manager couldn't help but press his head on Mina's body. Pushing in and out, his lips also sucked hard on Mina's tempting pink spot.

Mina was half asleep and half awake, enjoying herself happily, thinking that she was having an erotic dream, so she naturally moved with the man pressing on her to achieve greater pleasure.

"Ha... oh... oh... um... um..." Mina unconsciously opened her hands and feet and wrapped them around the manager's body, and her seductive body began to move up and down as the cock moved.

The manager felt Mina's breathing gradually become faster, the hands and feet wrapped around her body gradually became stronger, and he just automatically moved faster and faster under the temptation.

"Ah... so hot... ah... Manager Oppa... you..." Mina was awakened by the hot semen at this moment. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that the Manager was vigorously thrusting into her body, and she could feel his cock shaking and ejaculating semen deep inside her body. She just realized that what happened was not an erotic dream but that she was being fucked.

Mina was now being fucked to the verge of climax, so she hugged the Manager tightly who was about to withdraw, Half of the cock was pulled out, but with Mina's hug, he inserted it deeply into her vagina again."Mina…" The room manager looked at Mina embarrassingly.

"Ah... Manager Oppa... you can't make me on the edge and just leave right now ... You must be responsible for fucking Mina until Mina cums..." Mina seduced the room manager.

"You three sluts are all going to take my life..." After the manager said, he thrust the cock in Mina's vagina again.The manager began to thrust into Mina's vagina regularly and repeatedly, staring at the breasts that swayed as he thrust. He leaned down and started sucking. Gradually, Mina's vagina became hotter and tighter, and the juice secreted out. As more of the nectar spits out, the cock is as shiny as coated with oil.

"Ah...ah...Manager Oppa...Mina feels so good when fucked by your cock...um...um...um..." Mina was getting more and more comfortable being fucked by the Manager, and she couldn't help but moan loudly.

"Oh... oh... almost... cumming... Manager Oppa... oh... oh..." Mina moaned while being fucked.

"No... I can't... Manager Oppa makes me feel so good... I almost... can't stand it... ah... ah... ah..." The sensitive vagina was constantly rubbed by the cock, and Mina felt the climax coming again.

It didn't take long for the manager to cum inside Mina again. At the same time, Mina held on to the manager's body tightly and even hooked her legs around the manager's waist. Her limbs were tightly wrapped around the manager's body. She sucked the air in her mouth, enjoying the moment that she climaxes.

After a while, four of them are still naked but gathered at the dining table for breakfast.

"Um... Manager Oppa...why did you come to our dorm so early..." Sana asked after swallowing the food in her mouth.

"Ah... I only remember to fuck ... Come on... today is the day for you to shoot the MV... I'll go get the car ready first... You all get ready and come down soon..." The manager thought for a moment, then hurriedly put down his breakfast and ran towards the door.

"Remember to wear clothes..." The manager returned and suddenly poked his head in.

Young, strong, and with amazing resilience, the manager sitting in the car wrote these words on the conditions notes for recruiting the new manager.

[flowersforbucky]

it's nice to have a friend

bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.2k

summary: you're having the worst period you've had in a long time. bucky is determined to help you feel better.

author's note: this is a silly and smutty piece that i felt compelled to write when i got my period a few days ago!

warnings/tags: smutty, reader has a period, langauge, use of a vibrator, nipple stimulation, no use of y/n, use of a cbd gummy lol, 18+ only

Approximately every twenty-eight days, you curse the fact that you were born with a uterus and vagina. 

This month, however, you were cursing that fact a bit earlier than expected. Cycle day twenty three, to be exact. 

Your periods never start this early, but as soon as you opened your eyes at six o'clock this morning, you knew what had occured while you were asleep. You could feel the moisture that soaked through your underwear and pajama pants before you could turn on the light to see that your white sheets had been dyed bright crimson beneath where you'd been laying. 

One load of laundry with extra stain remover and as much Pamprin max strength as one can safely take later, you are curled up on the couch of the compound's living room with a cup of coffee and a heating pad turned up so high that you risk first degree burns. 

“Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you today? We can go to Coney Island another time,” Natasha tries to reason with you once again. 

“I promise I'll be okay here,” you assure her. “These cramps are killing me, I won't be any fun to hang out with today. Go, enjoy yourself. When is the next time that you'll all have a free day and weather this perfect?” You gesture towards the sunshine streaming through the living room windows. 

“If you're sure,” she caves after a few moments of hesitation. “Promise I’ll win you that stuffed panda that you wanted so badly last time.” 

“I am going to hold you to that,” you tell her in a faux-serious tone. 

After Natasha and the rest of your friends have left for their day of riding rollercoasters and eating hotdogs on the boardwalk, you turn on your comfort show and settle in for an unexciting and uncomfortable day by yourself. 

A few hours later, you decide you've sat in the same position for long enough - you can practically feel your body morphing to the sofa. You're walking to the kitchen to refill your water bottle and find something to snack on when you collide with what feels like a brick wall. 

A brick wall that happens to smell really, really fucking good. 

You step back, finding that the brick wall is staring at you with a confused look on his face. 

"What are you doing here?” Bucky asks as he glances you over from head to toe, taking in your choice of apparel - baggy sweats that are about two sizes too big for you, a cropped tank, and fuzzy slippers. You resist the urge to cross your arms over your stomach - you didn't think anyone else would be here today and the tank top you're wearing doesn't exactly conceal the period bloat you're currently experiencing. 

"I live here,” you snap, a bit harsher than necessary. “What are you doing here?” 

“I also live here,” he says, returning your attitude. You roll your eyes, maneuvering your way around where he blocks the doorway. 

“What I mean,” he continues as he turns around, following you into the kitchen. “Is why aren't you with everyone at Coney Island?” 

“I could ask you the same question,” you challenge, pouring some more ice into your cup. “Steve never shuts up about the glory days, all the time the two of you spent at Coney Island. I'm surprised you're not there with him right now.” 

He huffs a laugh, pulling out one of the barstools at the kitchen's giant island and taking a seat. “We did spend a ridiculous amount of time at Coney Island,” he admits, his voice almost wistful. He hesitates before continuing, staring down at his hands as he traces a metal crevice on his left palm.

"But I haven't been to Coney Island since the forties. Guess I'm kinda scared it won't live up to my memories of it. Plus, I had a lot of laundry to catch up on, so..” he shrugs, trailing off. 

You're taken aback by the honesty of his explanation. “Yeah, well,” you start awkwardly, turning away from him to search through a cabinet for something to eat. “I can't say that I know what it was like in the forties, but it's one of my favorite places, present day.” 

“Then why are you hanging out by yourself while all of your friends are at one of your favorite places?” 

Damn it, you curse internally. He's really not going to drop this. What should I say, that my uterine lining is falling out in clumps? 

You grab a bag of freeze-dried fruit from the cabinet before turning back to face him, trying to come up with an excuse. 

“I just didn't sleep great–” you come to an abrupt stop in the middle of your sentence as a blinding pain shoots through your lower abdomen. The bag of fruit falls to the floor as you steady yourself on the ledge of the counter with one hand, clutching your stomach with the other. 

Bucky rises from his seat in an instant, closing the several feet of distance between the two of you in one big step. 

"Are you okay? What’s going on?” His hands are both extended to you in an offer of help. 

“I'm fine,” you say through a sharp intake of breath. “It’s.. it’s just cramps. Bad cramps,” you force the words out, propping your elbows up on the countertop to relax your body weight. 

“Oh,” he says as realization dawns on him. He bends down to grab the bag of fruit that lays next to your feet, and then places it on the table in front of you. “I guess that answers my question, then,” he adds, referring to why you didn't go to Coney Island. 

“Ya think?” You stand back upright, grabbing your snack and water bottle off of the counter. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a busy day of bed-rotting ahead of me.” 

“Some exercise would help,” he calls when you're about to exit the kitchen. “Laying in bed won't do much for you. A little bit of light exercise to release some beta-endorphins, maybe an abdominal massage–” 

“Are you really man-splaining menstrual cycle pain management to me right now?” You ask, slowly turning to face him with an incredulous look on your face. “I wasn't aware that you had a medical license or that I asked for your opinion.” 

“Just trying to help, sweetheart,” he shrugs with a mischievous grin. 

“If you want to help, you can go get the Italian food that I'm craving and give me an abdominal massage yourself,” you practically spit at him. “Otherwise, keep the unsolicited advice to yourself and fuck off.” 

You turn back around and all but run out of the room before you can process the shocked, albeit pleased look on his face.  

After you've closed your bedroom door behind you (with perhaps a bit more force than necessary), you sink into the fresh sheets on your bed and shove several pieces of apricot into your mouth. 

Rationally, you knew that Bucky's advice was solid, and that he was just trying to get a reaction out of you. That's just the kind of friendship that the two of you have. Sarcastic, teasing and occasionally… tension-filled. 

You definitely didn't help the matter by telling him to massage your abdomen, but what does he expect when he suggests something as horrible as exercising during a time that you simply want nothing more than to melt into your mattress? 

Your cell phone chimes from the pocket of your sweatpants. You dig it out and look at the text displayed across your lock screen. 

Bucky Barnes: What kind of Italian food, specifically? 

You would never admit it to him, but the corners of your mouth tug upwards into a smirk as you read his message. 

You type: Don't you have a lot of laundry to catch up on? and press send. The message is marked as “read” right away. 

He types. And types. And types some more – until those three dots indicating a message in progress disappear. 

Whatever. You click your phone off and toss it somewhere in the covers around you. 

The next couple hours are spent sitting under the near scalding stream of your shower, and then reading on your Kindle in the dark. As jealous as you are that your friends are undoubtedly having a blast today, you honestly don't mind your current situation - aside from feeling like your organs are being pulled out of your vagina, you hardly ever have days with zero obligations other than to just relax in whatever way you see fit. 

A strong knock on your door causes you to lose your place on the page. 

"You didn't give me a legitimate answer so I hope you like gnocchi, or eggplant parmesan, or traditional lasagna, or extra breadsticks..” 

“You know, it's not funny to joke about carbs to someone when they are–” 

You come to a stop in the middle of your sentence when you swing your door open to see him holding several plastic bags. An aroma of garlic and herbs hits you in the face. 

Oh. Not a joke, then. 

He extends one of the bags to you with his big, blue puppy dog eyes. You take it from him, opening the door further as an invitation to enter your bedroom. 

"Consider this a peace offering,” he says, placing the other bags of food on your bed and perching awkwardly on the edge of your mattress. You close the door behind you, walking back to where you had previously been lounging on the bed. 

“I'm sorry for being a smartass,” he adds more genuinely. “I just.. didn't like seeing you in pain. That's all.” 

“This is far from my first period,” you shrug, not meeting his stare. “You get used to it after a while. But consider yourself forgiven.” 

He gives you a small smile when you finally look up at him. He grabs a smaller bag that you hadn't noticed him carrying, one that is visibly less full than the others. He reaches inside, pulling out a small jar that he hands over to you. 

Your brows furrow as you inspect it closely. “CBD gummies?” You ask, your brows now raising quizzically. You open the jar, popping one of the pink, cube-shaped gummies into your mouth. “Watermelon flavored CBD gummies?” 

You notice the faintest trace of blush bloom across his cheeks. “I take them sometimes to help me sleep,” he starts, fiddling with some of the beading on your comforter. “But they can help with all different kinds of pain too, so I just thought you might like some.” 

You close the jar, placing it on your bedside table before reaching over and grabbing his flesh hand in yours. “Thank you, Bucky,” you say, giving his hand a squeeze and then releasing it. “Really. I appreciate all of this.” You try to ignore the jolt of electricity that buzzes through you when your skin comes in contact with his. His hand is both softer and warmer than you would have imagined. It brings you back to the last words that you spewed at him in the kitchen earlier. 

"A shit ton of pasta and CBD gummies,” you snort a laugh. “Would I be pushing my luck if I asked for that abdominal massage too?” You say it in a way that sounds halfway serious, halfway joking. 

“If that's what you want,” he says lowly, turning to angle his body towards you on the bed. “Then just say the word.” 

The air in your room suddenly feels suffocating. 

It is what you want - but you're at a loss for words. So instead of a verbal response, you scoot over to the middle of the bed, closer to where he sits on the opposite side. You lay down so that your back is flat against the mattress, your head propped up by a single pillow. 

Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly wipes the look of astonishment from his features. He moves so that he's sitting directly next to your legs, giving him a proper angle to put his hands on your lower stomach. 

You're wearing the same sweatpants and tank top from earlier, having thrown the outfit back on after your shower. The loose sweatpants hang low enough to expose your hip bones and the edge of your underwear. 

The intimacy of the entire situation hits you the second that his hands make contact with your skin. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmurs, perhaps sensing your nerves. “Or if I do anything that doesn't feel good.” 

Your eyes shut instinctively at the polar opposite sensations of his flesh and vibranium hands. Skin and metal, fire and ice.

“I will,” you assure him. Your words come out breathier than intended. 

There's an immediate relief in your lower stomach as he rubs languid circles across your midriff. It's a feeling beyond pleasure as the cramps fade the more he touches you. 

His vibranium pinky dances along the waistband of your underwear, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. You try to focus on the relief he's bringing you - not the fact that you're wearing a thin tank top that leaves so much of your skin on display, giving him a clear view of the goosebumps that he's caused. 

He continues with the precise motions until the pain in your abdomen has faded nearly entirely - you feel so good that you can't stop yourself from letting out the smallest moan when his flesh hand applies just the right amount of pressure near your pelvis. 

You know he heard it - there's no way he didn't. Just as you know there's no way that he doesn't notice your fully hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top. 

You keep your eyes closed, terrified to meet his gaze in this state. You dread the moment that you feel his hands pull away from your skin. 

"You know,” he starts, his voice possessing a strained edge. “I don't think this is good enough for you.” 

Your eyes shoot open, looking at him in a nervous confusion. There's a glimmer in his eyes that you can't quite pinpoint - his stare trailing to your bedside table on the opposite side of you. “But I think I do know what could make you feel much better.” 

“What are you talking about?” Your voice quivers as you follow his stare. You're not sure what he's looking at - all that sits on your nightstand is the CBD gummies he had just given you, your Kindle, a few books, a bottle of lotion, and the Himalayan salt lamp that paints you both in an orange glow. 

He smirks before leaning across you - keeping his vibranium hand pressed firmly on your belly as he uses his flesh hand to pull open the drawer of the small table. 

“Hey! What are you–” but he retrieves the object he’s looking for before you can finish questioning him. You freeze at what he's holding in his hand. 

Your vibrator. Your glittery, lavender colored vibrator. 

“How the fuck did you–” 

“Do you think I can't hear you using this from across the hallway late at night?” He grins smugly. “That I can't hear your little whimpers when you think everyone's asleep?” 

Your face heats up a hundred degrees. You don't know whether to be infuriated or massively turned on. 

Both. You're definitely feeling a mix of both. 

He clicks the power button, turning on the device to its lowest setting. He watches you for a moment, giving you ample time to tell him to fuck off.

Instead, you once again relax against the pillow, your body going limp for him. You spread your legs the slightest bit. 

He takes this as his signal to proceed. Not taking his eyes off of your face, he trails the head of the wand from your lower stomach and over the fabric of your sweatpants until he reaches the apex of your thighs. Your nipples pucker once again, your thighs clenching around the tip of the vibrator. 

Bucky moves the device in a circular motion, making your back arch off the bed and your head tip back. 

How is it that it feels better when he massages you with it through your fucking pants than it does when you use it on your bare pussy? 

You hear the clicking of a button again, and the force of the vibration over your clothed cunt increases. You grind down on the device, desperate for friction. 

Bucky watches you with something akin to pride on his face. 

“You know how I told you to tell me if I do something you don't like?” He asks as he pushes the head of the wand directly down on your clit with the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Yeah,” you answer - it comes out like a moan that you'd hear in a porno.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Remember that.” 

Before you can clear your head enough to wonder what he means, he's tugging up the cotton fabric of your tank top and exposing your breasts. 

You gasp at the sensation of the cool air blowing from the AC coming in contact with your already hard nipples. Bucky leans forward, keeping the vibrator on your core, and captures one of your nipples in his mouth. 

Your hand immediately goes to his hair, tugging the soft brown locks in your fingers to keep him in place. His free hand grasps your other breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. 

The combination of pleasure radiating from your pussy and his hand and mouth on you is fucking perfect. Fucking perfect, and all too much. 

You clench your thighs together, riding against the vibrator until you feel warmth spreading through your lower belly. 

“Oh my god, Bucky,” you moan - he groans when you say his name, the vibration sending you tumbling over the edge. You come hard, possibly harder than any other orgasm you've had in your life, thoroughly soaking your panties. 

When you've finished writhing beneath him, Bucky pulls back, removing both his mouth and the vibrator. He clicks the device off, tossing it towards the foot of your bed. 

You're panting, staring up at the ceiling, trying to process what the fuck just happened when you hear Bucky let out a low chuckle. 

Your eyes snap to him, finding that he looks thoroughly pleased with himself. 

"Can't say that's how I expected the day to go when I decided to sit this Coney Island trip out,” he sighs. 

“You can say that again.” You sit upright, bending your legs and crossing them at the ankles. You lean forward, tugging your shirt back into place before pulling one of the bags of food to you. 

"We should go sometime soon. Together,” you add, somewhat nervously. You aren't sure why - the guy just gave you the best orgasm of your life (and barely even touched you). 

“Are you asking me on a date?” that sly smile reappears. 

You shrug. “Yeah, I suppose I am.” 

"Then my answer is yes. But only if you share some of this food with me.” 

♡♡♡♡♡

my masterlist

thanks so much for reading!!! can anyone tell that i really fucking love food by how often i incorporate it into my writing? 😅

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow X GN Reader

A Dangerous Game

NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

Content warnings: smut, reader has a vagina, vaginal fingering, penis in vagina sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex

This is my first time writing smut please tell me if it's shit or not I promise I won't be offended lol.

-Chrystal

you sat on the couch trying to ignore the feelings flooding through you. the movie droned on as you felt the heat radiating off his body, his arm draped around you distracting you from the action on screen.

"just ignore it Y/N" you thought to yourself. "you can wait for tomorrow, it's not a big deal at all."

on any other day you would have given in, taken the opportunity of the quiet moment and alone time to share an intimate moment with your beloved partner. Unfortunately tonight you couldn't not because you didn't want to quite the opposite you wanted nothing more than to feel him close to you. Unfortunately, you forgot to take your birth control this morning.

you didn't know exactly why but the thought of being completely unprotected guided by the hands of fate while Shadow's cock was inside you was more arousing then any thought in the world. you couldn't get it off your mind no mater how hard you tried.

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat as you bit your lip your panties becoming wet anticipating action that wouldn't be coming tonight. you tried to slow your breathing down hoping he wouldn't notice the fact that you were completely turned on right now.

You cursed yourself for your forgetfulness. had you not forgotten you would be free to fuck all you wanted, but instead you were here doing everything in your power to distract yourself from the fluttering in your core.

Unfortunately, Shadow knew you so well he sensed your discomfort and immediately knew that you were in need of him. if he was being honest he wanted you too your scent had been driving him wild all night and he was looking for any excuse to feel the warmth of your pussy around him.

He could always tell when you were ovulating, a primal urge always stirred within him, wanting - no needing to be inside you filling you up with his cum, and seeing the look on your face as he brought you to orgasm. most of the time the feeling was dulled something that could be over and done within an hour or less either by taking a walk outside in the fresh air or by having a quickie.

but tonight the feeling was potent, stronger than it ever had been in the past. it was almost too much to bear. he wanted nothing more than to slam you against the couch and fuck you till the sun rose in the morning soaking your pussy in his seed.

grabbing your chin he turned your face to his planting a solid kiss on your lips. you melted into him forgetting your dilemma for a moment. grabbing his face you kissed him again, and again losing yourself in the taste of his mouth.

Making out wasn't so bad right? there wasn't any way you could get pregnant from that, so you continued, lips colliding with one another hypnotizing you into a blissful trance.

Shadow's hand traced up your leg his fingertips tickling the skin beneath as they trailed through your fur. stopping at your tail he gave it a light tug a small gasp escaping your mouth at his actions.

he gave you a smirk pleased with his teasing. he moved his mouth down to your neck kissing your sweet spots making you moan as his lips caressed the sensitive skin. his hands moved up your body grabbing the hem of your shirt he pulled it over your head and tossed it onto the floor. he made quick work of your bra unclasping it in an instant freeing your breasts from their prison.

each of his hands took a Brest massaging them as he swiped his thumbs across your nipples sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

you wrapped your legs around his waist your clothed pussy grinding against his growing erection . Shadow groaned against your neck the deep vibrations echoing through your body encouraging you to make your movements faster.

you were approaching the point of no return, you wanted to keep going all the way. but you knew you couldn't not without Shadow knowing, and not without risking everything in the process.

"Wait." you reluctantly pulled away stopping your movements.

"Is everything alright? why'd you stop"

"I'm sorry love, I really do want to tonight, but I can't"

"Why not?"

You sighed feeling defeated. "I missed my birth control this morning, so if we have sex tonight there's a slight chance I might get pregnant."

Shadow's ears perked up "What?"

"I mean the chances are pretty low but still better safe than sor-"

"Let's do it."

"What?" you weren't sure if you heard him correctly. Did he want to keep going?

"Let's have sex tonight."

"But what about- I mean we haven't even talked about -"

"I Know, but you said the chances are low right?"

"I mean yah but I still could, do you really want to risk it?"

"Yes." his hips bucked at the thought of you getting pregnant at his hand.

you thought for a second, just missing one pill didn't raise your chances by too much, it was almost like a game of roulette. the danger of it all aroused you more than you thought it would, and there's nothing stopping you from taking plan B tomorrow.

"Okay" you took a deep breath "Let's do it"

Shadow smiled Kissing you once again, his passion seeming to grow with the intensity of this night. his lips didn't leave yours once as he removed your bottoms tossing them aside before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

on the way there you kissed every area that was available to you his face neck and chest becoming your canvas as your anticipation grew.

entering the bedroom Shadow carefully laid you out on the bed removing your panties and spreading your legs, he stood back for a moment, admiring every curve and surface of your body. Enjoying the way the moonlight gleamed off of your soaking wet pussy, ready and waiting just for him.

"Chaos you're perfect." he said before removing his gloves and climbing on top of you. picking up where you left off your lips collided, passion growing with each passing second.

your hips moved on their own tired of waiting for the attention you needed. reaching his hand down he slipped a single digit into your delicate folds prodding against your walls sending butterflies throughout your system.

"Be good for me and I'll put more in alright?"

"Mmmhmm" you hummed in agreement

his thumb traced circles around your clitoris. the cool metal of his inhibitor ring brushed against your inner thigh mixed with the stimulation of your sensitive nub sent a shockwave of pleasure through you.

he ran his finger along your walls looking for your sweet spot. a loud moan coming from you signaling him that he had found it.

"Perfect now, I don't want to you to make a sound, not right now, Do you think you can manage"

You nodded your head in agreement.

"Good"

he continued to work you every slight movement sending more and more pleasure thorough your system.

Shadow smiled listening to the wet slapping sound of your pussy, as far as he was concerned it was his favorite song, one of the only sounds he could listen to for hours.

he slid a second finger inside watching as your face scrunched trying not to make any sounds as he brought you closer to the edge.

You bit your lip hoping it would help fight the urge to moan, yell or make any noises.

"No no no, don't do that you'll hurt yourself" Shadow brought his other hand to your face releasing your bottom lip from the grip of your teeth and gingerly wiping his thumb over the bite marks.

He brought your hand to one of his quills.

"Hold this and when you feel like yelling pull, you won't hurt me I promise."

You obeyed gripping it tightly as he continued working on you adding a third finger to the mix.

you closed tightly around his digits, pulling on his quill you watched his head pull back. with each pull on his quill he pressed harder and harder against your walls, soon enough a familiar pressure began building in your abdomen.

"Okay my love, let me hear your beautiful voice once again."

without wasting a second you let out all the sounds you had been holding back.

Shadow listened as your beautiful moans filled the room. if your pussy was his favorite song then you were his favorite singer. your moans a symphony to his ears.

the pressure built more and more within you, you were going to snap at any moment, his fingers were like magic turning you into puddy in his skilled hands. losing all inhibitions the pressure finally released his name spilling from your mouth as you came into Shadow's gentle hand.

shadow smiled as he removed his fingers from you, playing with the fluids remaining on his hand. he could practically taste your fertility as he licked them clean.

"Are you alright?" He asked watching you pant as you lay on the bed.

"Yah, just catching my breath for a second."

"Good, Because that was just a warmup."

You looked down his cock was fully erect precum beading at the tip. he had been waiting for you and you were ready. this was the moment. Both of your lives could change forever after this, or they would remain the same there was only one true way to find out and that was by diving in head first.

"You said the chances of you getting pregnant were small right?"

"Yah."

"Good, Then I'm going to make this count."

With that he plunged his cock into you moaning as your walls contracted perfectly around him. he began to thrust slowly listening close as a string of soft moans flowed from your mouth.

he thought about making you his forever. the thought of him getting you pregnant made him thrust faster. a rough moan leaving his throat as he pushed himself further into you.

Shadow's cock fit perfectly inside of you. as if he was created for the purpose of pleasuring you, you clenched around him moaning in tandem with him as each of you drowned in each other's touch.

still riding the high of your previous orgasm you thought about how what you were doing was crazy, how it could end in complete disaster or incredible bliss. you thought about the possible consequences and the permanence of it all. but what was life without risk?

You lips craved more touch and they needed it now, grabbing Shadow by the Chest fluff you pulled him down into your lips, mouths intertwining with one another. you thrusted up in a circular motion pushing him deeper into you. he groaned against your mouth his deep voice vibrating in your chest.

Shadow grabbed your legs and adjusted your position folding you in half to get a better angle of your pussy.

you could tell he was close and so were you, in a few minuets it would all be over and your future would be undecided.

Shadow re inserted himself trusting at a speed you've never felt him go at before the quick brushes agist your clit bringing you one of the most intense levels of pleasure you have ever felt your legs beginning to tremble at the stimulation.

"mmm Shadow I think I-"

"Do it please, Cum for me."

You screamed as the intense orgasm Rippled throughout your body. not a single inch of you was spared from the wave of pleasure.

Shadow came not long after his hot cum filling you to the brim. he removed himself with a satisfying pop. he gently unfolded you taking you into his arms.

Still shaking from your orgasm Shadow curled himself around you steadying you drowning you in sweet words.

"You did so well, now rest I got you. I love you."

"That was incredible." You finally managed to get out.

"Yah, You should forget your pill more often"

you managed a giggle as you snuggled further into him.

"Nice try Love"

[mikamakuna]

“Keep your eyes open, look at me.” Legoshi x female reader

Summary: you and legoshi have been together for a while and you want to kick thing up a notch.

(Longer than I originally planned lol)

Warning: smut and written in the second person

You sat on the bed of your shared apartment, in only a shirt, as you lit rose scented candles to aluminate the dark room. Legoshi’s nose quickly picked up the sent and soon entered the room.

“What’s all this for?” He asked as he sat next to you on the bed and resting him arm on your shoulder.

“Ready for so fun?” You replied removing your shirt to reveal a new bra and pantie set you had bought just for this occasion.

“You look… great” he uttered before gently pushing you onto the bed and pulling down your panties. Legoshi placed kiss all the way down your body. He placed your legs on his shoulder as he positioned himself in between them. His index finger rubbed against you clit causing you to let out a small gasp. You looked down at him and you could see the grin spread across his face as his tail wagged. Without any warning he licked you clit and began to kiss your sensitive vulva before focusing back on your clit and rhythmically began to lick it.

“Shit…” you whimper feeling his hand stroking your inner thighs before moving closer and closer to vagina. Legoshi gently sunk his finger into your already wet heat. Your walls clenched around his finger as he carefully caressed your walls. He soon slid another finger inside of you. He eagerly lapped at your clit as his fingers curled inside of you. Your hands grabbed the fitted sheet as you rocked your hips into him. He could see and hear that your where close to your release. Legoshi placed his free hand on your hips to keep you in place as his increased the speed of his tongue and fingers, sending you over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful” he whispered as he pulled his fingers out and undressed himself in front of you before he sat back down on the bed.

“Could you be rougher with me this time?” You asked sitting up and placing your head on his shoulder.

“Pardon?” He questioned what you meant by that.

“I mean be rough when we, you know… make love.” You now looked at him with a hand placed on his cheek. You saw his hand ball up and he slightly pulled away from you.“Legoshi, you could never hurt me.” You remarked trying to make him warm up to you idea.

He let out a long sigh “Just… just this once” he said hesitantly but understand that was what you wanted. What you needed. You gave him a little smile as you sat on his lap and made him lay on the bed. You pulled down his boxers and rocked your hips against his already slightly erected dick as precum leaked from his tip. You raised yourself slight to allow space to position his dick at your entrance before lowering yourself back down onto him. He let out a low groan as he felt your walls tighten around him. Legoshi placed his hands on your hips as you slowly started to ride him, still not fully adjusted to his size. After a few bounced you began to pick up pace. You were enjoying the new experience and you could tell Legoshi was enjoying it by his moans. As you rode him you unclasped your bra and flung it across the room. That was what he needed. Watching as your breasts bounced as you road him made him want to ruin you. He tighter his grip on your hips and started to thrust up into you. His large hands allowed him to grab your hips and simultaneously rubbed your aching clit.

“Fuck!” You moaned feel the static in your stomach grow as he pistoned into you. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as the stimulation became too much to handle.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me.” He growled, taking the hand that wasn’t rubbing your clit and pinching your nipple. The sting of pain and pleasure that came from him pinching your nipple made you reach you limit.

“Legoshi.” You whimpered as your walls tighten around him and he filled you with his cum before his grip loosened and he pulled out of you. You placed your head on his chest as your pussy clenched around nothing, still feel the aftermath of that orgasm. The both of you laid on the bed panting from exhaustion.

“Maybe I could be rougher more often.” Legoshi said softly to you as he placed a hand on your head.

“Please…” you moaned before falling asleep.

[0o-junebug-o0]

Hihi! I adore your work! I was wondering if you could write a (sub) Spencer x (soft Dom) Reader smut,

where Spencer is feeling comfortable in hands tied bondage after Hankel situation!

"Tie Me Up"

Here you go!! I had fun writing this one! It was a nice break from school work haha

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, bondage, references to spencer's kidnapping, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, handjobs, oral sex (r!receiving), face sitting, nipple play, multiple orgasms, gn!reader (reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3k

“I want you to tie me up.”

Your head shoots up and you look across the room at Spencer with wide eyes, confused. “What?”

He flushes and his eyes dart to the side before moving back to your face. “I, um, I want you to tie me up,” he says, sounding a bit less confident this time.

You nod slowly, trying to wrap your head around Spencer’s sudden proposal. You haven’t done anything like this in a while, not since before he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. You can’t help but feel a little concerned at his request, you don’t want him to push himself to do something he’s not comfortable with just because you enjoy it.

“Are you sure?” you ask warily. “You know I wouldn’t mind if we never do that again.”

“Do you not want to?” Spencer asks, sounding more nervous than before.

You shake your head. “No, no, that’s not it,” you reassure him. “I just—“ you pause, trying to find the right words. “I don’t want you to do something you’re not ready for. All I meant was that if you’re never ready, that’s fine. I’d completely understand if you’d never want to be tied up again after—“

“I want to,” Spencer interrupts. 

“Okay,” you say.

“I miss it.”

You nod. Your gaze falls to his beautiful hands where they rest in his lap as he plays with his fingers. You’ve missed it too. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“You have to promise me that if you stop feeling good you’ll tell me immediately,” you insist.

Spencer nods, a shy smile crossing his face. “I know. I remember.” You shoot him a pointed look and he adds, “I promise.”

You nod and pat your thigh. “Come here,” you command softly.

Spencer immediately scrambles to get out of his chair and crosses the room to stand in front of you. He pauses for a moment, looking between the couch and the floor, knowing each option is available and welcomed, before settling on his knees on the ground in front of you. You smile and reach out to run a hand through his hair. He hums softly, his eyes slipping closed, and presses his head into your palm. 

“My beautiful boy,” you sigh.

He opens his eyes and takes your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles, making eye contact with you as he does.

You lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees and stare intently into Spencer’s eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or apprehension. Finding none, you nod. “When do you want me to tie you up, sweetheart?” you ask softly.

“Now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and let your gaze fall to the growing bulge in his pants. He clearly wants this and that reassures you. “Okay,” you agree. Spencer smiles brightly up at you. “But, we’re going to go slow, do you understand?”

Spencer nods obediently.

“I won’t tie you up completely today, we’ll just start with your hands.”

Spencer opens his mouth, you think maybe to argue, but you shoot him a look and he closes it. “This is non-negotiable,” you say. “I don’t feel comfortable completely tying you up again yet. I know you feel ready but I don’t want to risk it.”

Spencer nods, looking deep into your eyes.

“And I’m going to use a knot you can undo yourself if you need to. Also non-negotiable, I want you to be able to free yourself the moment you need to without having to wait for me to untie you myself or cut you free. Do you understand?”

Spencer nods again.

“Words, Spencer.”

“Yes,” he says, his voice breathy with obvious arousal.

You smirk and whisper, “Good boy.”

A soft whimper escapes Spencer’s lips at the praise and the sound drives you crazy. You push yourself off the couch and stand still for a moment, just admiring the way Spencer stares up at you so desperately. “C’mon, beautiful, follow me.” Immediately, Spencer scrambles to his feet and follows you like a lovesick puppy to your shared bedroom.

You stop in the middle of the room and turn around to face Spencer. You look him up and down, he looks gorgeous, but he’s wearing way too many clothes. “Strip,” you command, and Spencer instantly obeys. You watch with a pleased smile as Spencer practically rips off his clothes, so eager for you to touch him. The sight of him naked and hard makes your stomach flip and sends heat shooting between your legs. You can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear, seeing Spencer naked never fails to drive you crazy. 

You close the gap between you in a single step and kiss him gently, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs happily against your lips and his hands shoot up to cup your face. You let your hands slip down to grab handfuls of his ass and you pull him up against your hips, making him moan into your mouth. You slip your tongue between his lips and Spencer eagerly follows your lead. Spencer’s hands fall from your cheeks to paw at your shirt and you break the kiss for a moment to let him pull it over your head.

Heat rushes through your body as you continue to kiss him and you maneuver him around, guiding him back until his knees hit the bed. Spencer breaks the kiss with a gasp as he stumbles slightly, falling until he’s sitting on the bed, supporting his weight on his arms. He stares up at you with wide, lust-blown eyes and pouts slightly when you move away.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” you coo, quickly ridding yourself of your pants and soaked underwear. You walk over to the dresser and open the drawer in which you both keep your toys. You grab the red silk rope and glance over your shoulder at him as you hold it up. “You wanted me to tie you up, remember?”

Spencer’s eyes get impossibly wider and he nods rapidly. “Yes, please. Want it,” he gasps. 

“Aw, baby,” you purr. “You’re so desperate already that you can barely speak.”

Spencer nods again and his cock twitches in his lap, but he’s a good boy and doesn’t touch himself. You unravel the small ball of rope as you walk back over to him. As you get closer you can hear Spencer’s breathing pick up with excitement. You love seeing him like this, you can feel your arousal clinging to your thighs.

You stop in front of him and say, “Hands.”

Spencer lifts his hands and holds them out to you, wrists pressed together and palms facing each other but leaving a few inches between them. His breath hitches and he stares intently at his hands. You pause and glance down, noticing his erection has flagged slightly. You look back up and into his eyes and see some apprehension. You smile softly at him and flip his hands so his palms are facing the ceiling before resting the rope in them. Spencer looks up at you, his brow slightly furrowed with confusion. 

“Hold the rope,” you say soothingly. “Feel it.”

Spencer nods, despite clearly still being confused, and closes his hands around the rope. You watch in silence for a moment as he runs the rope through his fingers and stares at it.

“It’s soft, isn’t it?” you ask, though you know he's familiar with this rope already. Spencer nods in response, still playing with the rope. “You’ll be able to free yourself at any time,” you continue. “You’re home, you’re safe. I’m going to take care of you.”

Spencer purses his lips in one of his closed-mouth smiles. “Thank you,” he whispers, still looking at the rope even though his hands have stilled.

“Do you still want to do this?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” Spencer whispers. He hands you the rope and looks back up at you. You smile at him and reach out to cup the back of his neck with your free hand, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Spencer’s hands lower to hold your waist and you set the rope on the bed and climb into his lap as the kiss begins to increase in intensity. You can feel him getting hard again underneath you and you moan at the feeling as arousal burns through your body. 

You grind your hips against his, letting his cock rub up against you, and Spencer gasps weakly into your mouth. His hands slide down to grab your ass and you groan. His hips buck beneath you and it takes a tremendous amount of self-control to pull away. Spencer pouts as you climb off of him but it quickly disappears when you pick the rope back up. 

He immediately holds his hands out again but you guide him back until he’s lying in the middle of the bed, propped up slightly on your pillows. He raises his arms above his head, and you whisper soft praises to him as you wrap the rope around his wrists and one of the slats of the headboard. You tie a simple quick-release single-column knot and slip the part of the rope that allows for the quick release into Spencer’s hand. He gives you a dopey smile and you press a quick kiss to his beautiful lips. 

“If you need to get out, you tell me and pull on that, okay?” you instruct.

Spencer nods happily, squirming and tugging gently on the rope around his wrists.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” he gasps.

“Good boy,” you coo and his hips buck into the air.

You place your hand on one of his hips and dig your thump into the dip just next to the bone. Spencer gasps and writhes at the feeling. You smirk at him and swing your leg over him to straddle his thighs, sitting just below his cock. You hold both of his hips to support yourself as you slowly start to grind against him, rubbing your clit on his thigh. 

Spencer whines your name, staring at you with wide pleading eyes as you avoid touching his cock in favor of your own pleasure. “Please!” he gasps. “Please! I need you!”

“Yeah?” you tease. “What do you need me to do baby?”

“Need you to touch me!” he begs.

You remove your hands from his hips, sliding them up over his stomach to his chest. You rub your thumbs over his nipples and Spencer moans. The sound travels like a shock of electricity through your body. You pinch his nipples between your fingers and his hips jerk beneath you, knocking his thigh against your clit, making you moan. You can feel how wet you’ve gotten him. “N–not like that,” he whines, his words interrupted by moans as you toy with him.

“No?” you ask, feigning ignorance. “Where do you want me to touch you baby?”

“My–“ You pinch his nipples again and he’s once again interrupted by the sound of his own pleasure. “My cock!” he begs. “Want you to touch my cock!”

“Aw, baby,” you tease breathlessly. “You—“ You moan as his hips buck again, pressing his thigh harder against you. “You should have said so.”

Spencer whines pathetically at your teasing but the sound is soon transformed into a moan as you wrap your hand around his cock. He gasps your name over and over as you stroke him. He squirms and writhes beneath you. You can see the muscles of his arms tensing as he tries to reach down to touch you but is stopped by the rope. You notice the quick release has fallen from his hand, so, still stroking him, you reach up and give it back to him. He doesn’t pull it so you keep touching him. 

“So good! So good!” Spencer gasps. “Love you! Love you so much!”

You rise up onto your knees and, bracing your free hand against the bed, lean forward and kiss him, continuing to stoke him despite the awkward angle. “I love you too, baby,” you whisper between kisses. You kiss across his jaw, down his neck, and back up to his ear. “Such a good boy for me. My good boy.”

Spencer whimpers desperately. “’M close! ‘M so close!”

You remove your hand and settle back onto his thighs, watching as Spencer whimpers and writhes in disappointment as he’s unable to cum. He whines your name and you press a kiss to his chest. “You wanna cum, pretty boy?”

He nods desperately, his hair sticking to his beautifully flushed face.

“Yeah? Well, I want to cum too,” you taunt.

Spencer’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open as if anticipating what you’re going to say. His chest rises and falls heavily with each panted breath.

“So eager,” you tease and Spencer nods frantically.

“Please!” he gasps.

“You want me to sit on your face, baby?”

“Yes!” Spencer cries. “Please!” 

You smile. You can feel him squirming with desperation beneath you. You press another kiss to his chest and slowly crawl up his body until you’re straddling his face, your knees braced on either side of his arms. Spencer whines and whimpers, tugging on the rope with his desperation to touch you. 

“Remember, sweetheart,” you say softly. Spencer stares hungrily at where your cunt hovers just over his mouth. “Snap if you need me off.”

“Yes!” he gasps, and, without giving a chance to prepare, lifts his head to run his tongue over you.

A strangled gasp leaves you as pleasure shoots through your body and you sink until you’re almost completely sitting on Spencer’s mouth, the way you know he likes it. Your hands shoot up to grab the headboard as you curl forward from the pleasure. Spencer eats you out with a fervor unique to him, practically devouring you. He pulls gasps and moans from your chest as he flicks his tongue over your clit. Then he’s wrapping his lips around it and sucking in a way that has you seeing stars. He mouths hungrily at you, alternating between licking and sucking your clit and pressing his tongue inside you. 

“Spencer!” you gasp. You grind yourself down onto his tongue, unable to help yourself, and Spencer moans into you. The vibrations send pleasure shooting through your body. He removes his tongue and returns to sucking on your clit, moaning consistently. With how turned on you are, it doesn’t take long for the familiar heat to start traveling up your spine. 

“Fuck! Such a good boy! Doing so good! Feels so good!” you moan. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum!”

At your words, Spencer begins to eat you out with an even greater intensity and soon your climax is slamming into you. You gasp his name, as your whole body shakes with the intensity of it. Spencer works you through it until you’re panting and gasping and when you pull off of him to sit beside his head, his face is soaked and he smiles up at you happily. 

“Fuck, Spencer,” you groan. “You’re so good at that.”

He licks his lips and whimpers. You see his hips jerk out of the corner of your eye and you smirk at him. You quickly reach around and grab a condom from the top drawer of your nightstand. You hold it up to show him and Spencer’s eyes widen.

“Please!” he gasps. “Oh, fuck! Please! Want you to fuck me! Please!”

You chuckle slightly and tear open the packaging. Spencer whimpers and gasps your name as you roll the condom over his cock. You stroke him a few times and he thrusts weakly into your hand. 

You swing your leg over him, grab his cock to line him up, and quickly sink down onto him. You both moan simultaneously at the feeling and it feels so good you have to take a second to just breathe. You rest your hands on Spencer’s chest and slowly push yourself onto your knees before sinking back down. A delicious moan tears itself from Spencer’s and his eyes flutter shut with pleasure. You can tell he won’t last long, but you’re still so sensitive from your previous orgasm that you won’t either. 

Moans and incoherent babbles pour from Spencer’s lips as you ride him. His hips thrust up to meet you on each downstroke, slamming his cock right into that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You moan and gasp his name and praise him as you fuck him. Heat once again rises in your body as you get close and you can tell from the way Spencer’s whole body twitches, he’s close too. You drop yourself back down as his hips rise to meet yours and suddenly he’s cumming, and the sound of his moans and the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you has you cumming too.

You clench around him, grinding down on his cock, as you work both of you through it. Once your orgasm fades, you fall forward, resting your head on Spencer’s chest, listening to his heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his skin and the way his chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. You press a soft kiss to his skin before sitting back up with a groan and lifting yourself off of him. Spencer whines weakly at the feeling and you press your forehead against his for a moment to soothe him. You pull away and remove the condom, quickly tying it off and dropping it into the tiny trashcan you keep beside your bed for this exact reason. 

With the condom disposed of, you reach up to tug on the quick release. The knot unravels easily and Spencer opens his eyes as the rope slips off his wrists. You toss the rope aside and take his hands in yours. “You did so good, Spencer,” you coo. “I’m so proud of you.” Spencer smiles up at you contentedly as you massage his hands and wrists. You slowly lower his arms to rest on his chest, whispering praises as you rub and squeeze them to encourage blood flow. 

After a few minutes, Spencer curls up against your side with a sigh and you lay down next to him, massaging his hands until he falls asleep.

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Here’s a sleep token thought for you.

Lazy morning sex. With whoever you want, or what it would be like with each of them.

Run wild with it. Feel free to spiral.

(Please and thank you. I love your writing)

Favorite flavor

a/n I’m supposed to leave for a conference in 20 min. What am I doing… when am I not horny for this man.

warning: iii smut duhhhhhhhhhh

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Morning light filtered through the room. The Saturday morning you two had been dying to spend together in peace was finally here. iii had been busy with the preparation of the tour. You had been swallowed by your nine-to-five job. Both came home drained and exhausted. Both with no desire to do anything other than sit in fluffy sweats and watch silly movies. But today was supposed to be different. You two had planned out the whole day together. Just you two and all the little things you loved doing before the chaos of life took that away.

You stirred slowly. A smile instantly spread over your face as you felt the warmth of your boyfriend next to you. Light snores still leaving his lips. You nuzzled closer, kissing his left shoulder as you inched towards his neck, cuddling deeper into his chest. iii’s arms almost immediately wrapped around your torso as he pulled you slightly higher onto his body.

“Morning..”, he muttered groggily, eyes still closed. “Morning, darling”, you mused, brushing your fingers through his hair. iii hummed at the feeling, turning his head closer to your touch. “How did you sleep?”, you muttered, knowing that he needed his rest before all the insanity of the upcoming shows. “With you next to me - it was perfect”, he nodded lazily, pealing one eye open to look at you. Making you giggle as you leaned in to kiss his lips. The movement left you hooking one leg over his torso as you pushed up against his chest. His palm met the back of your neck as iii pulled you into him.

You grunted into the kiss, rocking your hips slightly, “you’re alright hard?”, pulling apart you couldn’t help but giggle. “I’m not the only one excited to wake up to my girlfriend, okay”, iii shrugged, pushing your hips back and forth as you moved against his boxer shorts. Feeling the material getting damper immediately. A slight blush crept onto your cheeks.

“iii”, you whispered, brushing your nails across his lower stomach. “Looks like you’re excited too, huh,” pressing a palm to your back, bracing your fall, iii pushed you off him. Instantly crawling over your body instead. You kept your legs wrapped around him, feeling his hard on brushing between your folds, making you bite your lip. “Very annoying this shirt don’t you think?”, hooking a finger over the shirt you had on, iii pulled it up. Licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples.

“You’re so fucking pretty”, he hummed, kissing the valley of your breast before letting his tongue swirl around one of the peaks, sucking onto it softly. “iii”, you whispered, fingers threading through his hair as you pulled at the blond strands, before pushing him down even further. “If I spread your legs open, would I find you all nice and wet, baby?”, he muttered against your skin, sending a shiver down your back as you nodded eagerly. “Show me then”, he breathed and you instantly grabbed for his wrist, pulling his hand between your thighs, messily coating them in your arousal. iii grunted against your neck, “All this creamy goodness just for me?”, rubbing your slick folds up and down before pushing a finger into your already soaked vagina. “Jesus, fuck yes”, you clung to his bicep. Arching your back as you tried to take more of him.

“So responsive this morning”, iii chuckled. “You having touched me in two weeks, asshole”, you grunted, slowly fucking yourself over his finger, as iii watched. You two had been to rung out for sex most nights. You didn’t blame him. It was just that both of you were fully drained by life. “I could cum from your voice alone”, you whimpered as iii pulled his hand away. “Should we test that theory?”, he asked, but you yanked at his boxers instead, “If you don’t give me that dick, I swear iii”, you grunted, letting your hand swirl over the precum-coated tip, spreading it all over his girth. iii threw his head back, buckling his hips into your palm. “Still want to just talk?”, you teased him, keeping the steady rhythm as you worked him up.

Throwing the covers off you both, iii quickly followed the plush sheets with his boxes. Replacing your hand with his own as he watched you spread out against the white sheets, slowly cupping your breast. “I could bust just watching you”, he mused, pulling your leg up, and kissing down your calf. “Next time maybe”, you reached out pulling him closer, “This time bust instead me”, iii grunted at your words, making you chuckle.

“I fucking love you”, he mused, pressing the very tip against your entrance, pushing ever so slightly into you, before withdrawing. “I love you but please…”, your voice raised an octave as iii thrusted almost all the way, making your eyes roll back. “Fuck you’re so tight”, he nibbled at your shoulder, littering your naked chest with kisses. The sound of your juices gushing around his cock, filled the quiet room.

“Closer”, you pleaded, holding onto his shoulder as you pulled his chest over yours, iii instinctively pulling your legs to wrap around his torso. You could feel him deep inside you, nudging all the right places as he bottomed out every time, making you clench around him. That’s until he pushed your legs back apart, hooking his hands from beneath your hips. “I’m suddenly thirsty”, he mewled, “iii”, you whimpered, knowing full well what was about to go down. “Give me your champagne shower, love”, he smirked, before pulling you down onto his cock full force leaving you grasping for sheets around you.

You cried out, feeling the knot inside you unraveling. “Come on baby”, he urged, thrusting into you, “you’re close, I can tell”, he mused. “iii”, you whimpered, feeling the overwhelming pleasure blinding you, pushing at his hands, even though you don’t have the slightest desire for him to stop. “Be a good fucking girl and cum for me”, he cooed at you, bringing one of his palms between your legs, drawing circles.

“Baby… fuck”, you cried out his name, arching from the mattress as your orgasm hit you, making black spots dance all over your vision. “There you go”, iii mused, “Fucking…shit”, his thrusts faltered as he too spilled deep inside you, warming your body from within. But his thrusts picked up once more, igniting the smoldering fire once more.

“No”, you pleaded but iii only nods, “Yes baby”, your sensitive walls clenching around him as he bottoms out once more, rapidly circling your clit as he pushes your legs to bend at your knees, eyes already fixed on the spectacle. “Ahhh.. iii”, you cry out, tears leaking down your cheeks as the tide breaks once more. Gushes of your arousal wetting the sheets. iii pulled out, bending to lap at your puffy folds. Licking your thighs as he went along, your hands pressing into his prickly undercut, fully sending you into a sensory overload.

“Such a good girl”, he praised, kissing your stomach as he hovered over you once more. Your eyes meet for a brief moment before he leaned in to kiss you. Hungrily sharing the flavor of you two. “You did so well”, he pulled back, brushing the strand of hair away from your face. “You know they say slow morning sex…”, you breathed out, making iii chuckle, “You and I both know that we don’t do slow”, “I think I’m aware…”, you let out a huff, heart still beating fast. You two laid there for a moment before iii broke the silence, “I wanna go for a second helping”, “Don’t you dare”, you batted his arm away but he was already smirking. “iii”, you warned him before breaking into a giggle as he wiggled his eyebrows, “Not my fault that you are my favorite flavor, love”.

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 19 - Im Nana x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

You can't remember who recommended this massage parlor to you, but certainly you have to thank them. This was by far the best massage of your life. Now your muscles are free of any stress and so relaxed that you feel like you could fall asleep at any moment,that is of course if it weren't for the fact that there is a naked woman on top of you.

The massage had been excellent, no one can deny that, but what came next was even better. You had paid for the full service, and boy did it live up to its promise. It was everything you had been told and more.

Things had started off easy. With the masseuse, Nana was her name as she said earlier, kneading your entire body slowly and delicately. After turning you around a couple of times and checking that she had massaged your entire body, she had dangerously brought her hands close to the waist of your boxers and had waited for your confirmation. By that time you were already on cloud nine and you immediately told her she could continue. Just seconds later she had already taken off your boxers, leaving you completely naked. That was where the extra service began.

Nana had jerked you off slowly and delicately, almost as if she were still giving you a massage. She moved her hand delicately along your shaft, going from the base to the tip and then back again and again. Up and down, down and up, back and forth without end. You were already so relaxed and willing that it didn't take long for her to make you reach your first orgasm.

When Nana knew you were about to cum, she engulfed the tip of your cock, still jerking you off, and took all of your cum in her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking every last drop while she didn't stop moving her hand. This had been the best orgasm you had had in a long time, and your masseuse still had a couple of surprises in store for the end.

Nana pulled a condom out from her clothes and put it on you with expert movements, a skill acquired thanks to doing this daily. But that wasn't all, because after that she also stripped, folding her work uniform and leaving it in a perfect pile next to the stretcher where you were lying.

Her body alone was quite a sight. Not only was her face beautiful to the point of rivaling that of well-known models, but her curves were also dangerous. Her tits were perky and firm, crowned by light brown nipples. Her belly was flat and without a gram of fat, and the flower between her legs was completely shaved. When she turned around you could see that her ass was as round and big as you had imagined, a perfect work of art.

Before you could begin to drool over her, Nana climbed onto the table and without giving you time to react, she impaled herself on your erect cock. The sensation surrounding your hard member was simply fantastic, as her walls squeezed your flesh in a delicious way. Nana was not only an expert in the art of giving massages or giving handjobs, her skills went far beyond that, and you were experiencing it firsthand.

Yes, the handjob she had given you earlier was monumental, then you needed to come up with a new word to describe what she was doing now. She was riding you, it was true, and you could see your cock was inside her vagina, but still for some reason it felt more like a blowjob. Nana was moving the muscles in her belly and vagina precisely and expertly, almost with inhuman skill, to maximize the sensations she was giving you. You for your part felt as if your cock was being sucked into her body.

But it wasn't just you who benefited from this, as you were able to hear her moans of pleasure. Despite the condom, you could feel how wet her vagina was, and you could see the pleasure on her face. Nana also enjoyed this, she loved seeing the result of her work on the faces of the countless men and women she had served. She loved seeing how they fell at her feet and how for the rest of their lives they could only dream of having sex again with someone even remotely as good as her.

You yourself could witness her talent, one that already had you on the verge of madness. It had probably not even been five minutes since Nana started riding you and she already had you on the verge of climax again. The pressure and the way she practically sucked your cock with her pussy were making you ascend to the sky, so without any fear you came inside the condom. Even though you had just cum moments ago, this load was huge, proof of the unparalleled pleasure you had been made to feel. It was endless seconds of your cock shooting thick, hot semen inside Nana, who used her expert vagina to milk every last drop of your cum. Her skill really was incredible, she was without a doubt the best at this.

When your orgasm was finally over, Nana got off of you and removed the condom, to throw it away in a nearby trashcan. Your cock couldn't miss the hermetic seal that had been her vagina, as Nana put your cock back in her mouth. This time more to clean any traces of semen from it than to get you to have another orgasm, but she practically has you in her hands so you can't help but cum again in her mouth. She doesn't protest or make any gesture of protest, she simply swallows your whole new load because Nana is used to the sensation she causes between people. Here she is like a goddess who asks for tributes in the form of pleasure and semen.

When you calm down from your third orgasm in a row and your cock is completely clean, Nana uses a towel to gently dry you off. Now you are once again clean and dry, and there are no traces of your semen anywhere.

“Thank you for choosing my services. I hope to see you again soon.” Nana says on a gentle tone and with a helpful smile on her face as she bows. “When you are ready you can go to the next room to get dressed.” she adds, pointing to the door through which you entered the room. “I hope you have a good day.” And with that, Nana leaves the room without even bothering to take her clothes. Cleaning and tidying is not her job, the only cleaning task she performs is cleaning the semen from the clients’ bodies. Nothing more.

[lisenberry]

The Mountain is You

Ch. 5 - I'm pouring out myself, I'd give it all for the view

4.5k

CW: John's POV. All the usual bdsm suspects, plus chemical play, edging, penis in vagina sex (yay finally!) and nipple play. Men talking about their feelings (kind of) and John's divorce.

MDNI/NSFW

(Start from the beginning) (Ao3)

You were perfect. 

John was sure to tell Simon as much when he met him for a pint to watch the Liverpool versus Man United match one Saturday afternoon.  Whether they were home or deployed, they'd always made time to connect over their friendly rivalry.  It had been their tradition for years before he met his wife.

Ex-wife.  He had to correct himself often, despite being divorced for longer than they’d been married.  The ‘ex’ made it sound like a failure.  A premature evac from a hostile, unbeatable situation.  An unsuccessful mission.  Unable to execute the objective. 

“You make it impossible to love you, John,” she’d told him at the end of it all.  He hadn’t disagreed, necessarily.   He just thought he had more time to get it right.  War hadn’t come easily to him at first.  He expected love to be just the same.

His work at Life Connect 141 had been a bridge for him back into the real world.  Civilization.  Maybe he’d rushed things in his desire for the normalcy that seemed so easy for everyone else.  She wasn’t a natural Sub, and after his initial charm wore off, she’d balked at his gruffness.  Fought back against his need for control. 

She’d called him selfish.  That was the one that cut the most.  Hard-headed?  Always.  Cold?  Sometimes.  But selfish?  Never. 

Not when he’d devoted his life to the service of things beyond himself.  His country.  His men.   His clients.  He’d been prepared to do the same for his woman.  But it hadn’t been enough. 

He wasn’t enough.

Mortar fire hadn’t felled John Price.  Torture hadn’t broken him.  Marriage had rocked him to his bloody bones.

“I missed you, mate.”  Simon tapped his glass to the side of John’s before he took a long pull.

“I’m sorry, Simon.  For staying away so long.”  For hiding out like a fucking coward.  Forsaking the people that had been there for him when it mattered.  For being the first to get married, and the first to leave. 

Ghost had never approved of her, and saw something in the situation that John hadn’t.  Until it was too late.  As he’d done so often in the field.  At least no one died.

“S’alright.  Glad you had the good sense to listen to me this time.  For once.”

“For once?”  John smirked as they both paused long enough to watch the match unfold on the screen above them.  Man United had a chance to score, but the ball was intercepted by the defenseman at the last minute.

“Fucking hell,” Simon groaned at the miss.  “Looks like I’ll be owing you ten quid before we’re through.”

“I might let you off the hook.  On account of my pleasant mood.”

“The dove got you that good, eh?”

Good was an understatement.  From the very first session when you’d looked up at him with those shy, trusting eyes, he knew it was going to be the beginning of something special.  Something he could enjoy getting right. 

Bleeding Jesus, you were fearless.  A bit tough to crack at first.  But you were smart, and kind.  You could steady yourself and didn’t mind being led, slowly and gently, into something deeper.  A little more intense. 

There were boundaries he couldn’t cross, but everything else had been free to explore.  He’d forgotten that there were things out there that he hadn’t seen yet.  Hadn’t done.  Puzzles he hadn’t yet solved. 

Watching you react, watching you fight, watching you take it all and finally give in—seeing you come from something he did was like jumping out of a plane, or disabling a bomb.  You had called it a rush.  It was the closest he felt to living in a long time.

You’d asked him what he was looking for in the arrangement.  At first it had just been a distraction.  A diversion from the mundane one-night stands and overindulgence in alcohol and pain killers that had taken up his days and nights.  He wasn’t out for his own satisfaction at all.  Didn’t even consider using you for his own pleasure until you begged it from him. 

And when you did, he’d felt something change inside him.  A door unlocked. 

You were strong.  He admired that.  They’d all seen clients who thought they wanted something, only to find out later they’d been wrong.  Pain slut wasn’t a designation given lightly.  Especially not without any backstory as to how you'd come to crave it.  There was a fine line between masochism and self-harm, but you seemed to have reached a balance that worked for you.

But John wasn’t any closer to finding out why you needed what you needed.  Maybe it wasn’t his place.  Maybe he was the instrument, the weapon, and you were the directive.  Nothing more complicated than that.

It vexed him all the same.

He wanted to please you, and to do that he needed to know you.  It was a relationship, no matter how calculated the terms. 

More than that, he fucking liked you.  Despite all his efforts to the contrary.  All his safeguards in place to protect against the eventuality.  A Dom didn’t need to have feelings for his Sub.  Fondness, sure.  An attraction helped. 

“I haven’t figured her out yet,” John mumbled into his pint.

“Who hurt her, you mean?”

That, too.  The fierce protectiveness that coiled like a serpent in his chest. 

“That’s not really for us to know, is it Cap?  Not part of the job, as you always said.”

“Right.  I did say that, didn’t I?” he conceded.  “Why’d you give her up?  You could’ve done some side work, outside of company time.  I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

“The bird outgrew the nest.  Probably for her own good.  You know how I get.  If I had her to myself, I’d find a way to fuck it up.  I still need the rules.”

John knew all about that.  Ghost worked just fine alone, but he did best with something to tie his leash to.  Given free rein, it was easy to forget they weren’t all still animals. 

John walked into your next session to find you naked, kneeling on your pillow and facing his chair.  He thrummed with anticipation, as he always did, at the perfect picture of subservience you made.  Free of anything of your own.  With only what he gave you.

He’d changed your usual routine by not laying an outfit for you to wear across the chair.  Instead, he left a small box tied with ribbon on the seat.

He spent the day wondering if you’d open it without him, but it wasn’t a test that you could fail.  He wouldn’t put you in that position.  And he wouldn’t have been disappointed if you did.  It was more of an experiment for his own amusement.  Would he arrive to find you naked, as you were?  Or would you open it, and take it upon yourself to model it for him when he came in?

The prize inside was as much for him as it was for you.

“You waited for me, I see.”

“Yes, sir,” you answered, curiously.  Two simple words he’d heard thousands of times before, and yet from you, they held multitudes. 

He crossed the space in two long steps and sat in the chair, legs spread wide as he bent forward to offer you the box.  “Open it.  It’s a gift.”

Your eyes drifted from his enough to untie the bow and look inside, widening briefly as the gold caught the light.  A soft smile on your lips as you let it dangle in between your fingers.

“I can’t collar you like I want to, but I thought maybe this might suit you better anyway.”  He’d had it custom made.  Finely detailed and glittering with real stones.

“It’s beautiful.  Will you help me put it on?”  You held it out to him excitedly, with your bottom bouncing off your heels to meet him at his lap, before you stopped just shy of touching him without permission.

There were two nipple clamps on one side of the chain, and two more for your labia or clitoris on the other.  A sweet, pretty sort of thing that contradicted the sharpness of its bite.  It reminded him of you.

So much more than meets the eye.

“Inspection first, sweetheart.  Sit pretty for me.”  It was his command to sit up straight with your knees slightly parted and your hands clasped behind your head.

The perfect starting point for most of the activities he’d planned throughout your time together.   It gave him a lovely view of your form, and any areas from previous sessions that were still too sore to use again.

It had been two weeks since your last appointment, and he looked for any lingering rope burns from his Shibari work or cane marks fresh enough to be in danger of opening up again upon contact.

“Spin,” he said, satisfied that your front was in good shape, and you shuffled around to show him your back and rear.

Nothing in particular concerned him, as he ran his hand over the meat of your rump and thighs. 

“Does that hurt?”  There was some bruising, and he tested it by giving your ass a light squeeze.

“No, sir.”  He was satisfied when you didn’t flinch.  Even so, your front was in the best condition, and it would work best for what he had planned.

“Good,” he gave you an affectionate pat to signal he was finished.  “Lay with your tits up on the ottoman.  I’ll be right back.  And then you’ll get your gift.”

He left long enough to find a set of four velvet ties and a few other things he’d been waiting to try, and returned to secure your wrists and ankles to the legs of the rectangular upholstered stool. 

It was yet another thing he had made just for you.  He judged the size based on your first meeting with him and Ghost.  Between it and the pillow, there were two pieces of you that never left his apartment.  They held your lingering spirit as he filled the hours before you came back again. 

He often stopped whatever he was doing to picture you on it, and the sounds you made would ring like a comforting piece of music in the stark solitude of his home.

“What a sight you make,” he muttered to himself.  You filled it out so well as he dragged the chain from your collarbone, through the valley of your breasts and down to your navel. 

It left a trail of goosebumps as your nipples pebbled and your stomach fluttered.  A slight shiver curled your toes in response.  You were sensitive today, he noted.  It made him wonder what had you so worked up. 

He remembered how sexy you looked in the restaurant a few weeks before.  Smiling through your teeth while you held the balls of a couple of corporate muppets in the palm of your hand.  He imagined you always had to be the smartest person in the room. 

Your job demanded it, and maybe your personal life did too.  Maybe you were just so tired of being strong, and the release of that pent up aggression felt good.  To stand down and surrender to someone even more fierce than you.  To let yourself fear something. 

To let yourself feel something.

“These are sprung extra tight, so you’re going to feel a pinch,” he warned, as he palmed a breast and clamped the first of your nipples with the small, shiny vice.  You bit your bottom lip as he moved to the second.  “How’s that?”

“Incredible,” you breathed, brows pinch in concentration as you kept your eyes on him.  “Sir.”

You were always quiet at first.  That sort of “Keep Calm and Carry On” demeanor that kept you to yourself until he opened you up.  Until you let it all go.

“Good,” he nodded his response, moving to kneel between your legs for a better look at your folds.  But instead of using his hands to part you for inspection, he used the clips.  Securing each side like a set of curtains before delving between them with his mouth.

He couldn’t resist a taste, as the blunt hair of his mustache met the soft curls of your cunt.  Filling his nose and mixing his own salvia with the slow drip of your arousal.  He followed the length of your slit from top to bottom and back again.  Stopping to suckle along the straining bud of your clit. 

You did moan then, finally, he thought.  That sweet tune just for his ears as you let the pleasure wash over the sharpness of the clamps’ bite like a wave over jagged rocks.  He almost lost himself in it, forgetting everything else he wanted to do, as you softened and swelled under his tongue like a flower opening its petals in a lush bloom.

“Not yet,” he hummed, swiping the tip of his nose across the hood of your clit affectionately.  He allowed himself to smile a bit indulgently as if it were a lover before he stood in view of you.  His expression returned to neutral as you squirmed and sputtered at the denial.

You knew better than to argue, but he couldn’t help but wish that you did.  A pathetic growl of frustration was his only reward.

“You didn’t think this was your only present, did you?” he tutted, as he straightened with a small groan of his own and found the small plastic tube he’d set aside.  He held it up to show you the label before pulling on a pair of black rubber gloves.

It was a menthol cream used to treat muscle aches and pains, of which he had plenty.  On the sensitive areas of your sex, it would burn like hell before fading to a cooling numbness. 

As he released the clamps and massaged a pea-sized amount into your outer lips, you hissed a sharp, cleansing breath through your teeth.  With his clean hand, he drew gentle, tickling circles around the insides of your thighs. 

“The wetter you get, the less it’ll hurt.  Unless you like it like this?”

“I like it...sir.  Just like...umm...that.” you answered in broken words while your eyes rolled back in your head.  He watched you fight silently past the searing pain and onto acceptance as his smooth, gloved fingers dipped in and out of your hole to mine the thick, soothing slick within.  It coated like syrup as he slid it along your folds as he would a salve.

He ached to taste you again, to bring it up to his mouth and lick it his fingers clean, but your natural mix of scent and flavor would be tainted by the cream.  Instead, he continued guiding you along your path.

“Are you going to come, lass?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”  You remembered yourself just before he could pull away, “Please, sir.”

But he stopped you short with you a harsh slap to your still burning cunt, and a hard yank on the clips still hanging from your tits.  It pulled your attention in too many directions to focus on your building orgasm, and he watched with the calculation of an interrogator as your muscles quivered and your posture deflated in your bonds.

“Bastard,” you whispered, under your breath.  So softly you probably didn’t even hear it.  But he did.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Nothing.  Sorry, sir.”  You had the nerve to grin, and he fought back his own.

“I see we still have too many brain cells left in that pretty little head.  Guess you’re not ready yet.”

“I’m sorry, please!  Please let me come,” you yipped like a wounded puppy, despite the blissed out smile on your face.

If you weren’t all the way gone yet, he’d just have to fuck you down.  He’d been waiting for the right moment, when all of his tricks of torture failed to work, and you needed something more to push you over the edge.

“Mouthy little brats don’t get what they want.”

He emphasized his admonishment with another slap to the inside of your thigh, before he unbuttoned his pants and set himself free.

“If that’s your punishment, I’ll call you every name in the book, sir,” you huffed, and tested the stretch of the velvet ties as you shifted your body ever so slightly to meet his.

“Careful, I’ll change my mind.”

He couldn’t take it back if he wanted to.  His cock was hard as fucking steel, and he was seeing double with the blood loss to his head.  The sight of your pussy so irritated and swollen, sopping wet despite what he knew was enough of a sting to bring a tear to his own eye.

It was only the thought of him not fucking you that made you finally beg proper, a genuine tremor to your bottom lip as you promised to be good.

“That’s better”, he chuckled inwardly, as he unrolled a condom down his length.  He hated the damned things, but to be completely honest, he’d tested the cream before he used it on you and had no desire to feel it again.

He could take a certain level of pain, but he didn’t enjoy it as much as you did.  He reminded himself he hadn’t gone soft, he’d just had enough of it to fill a lifetime.

And that was the last coherent thought he had, for when he pressed the tip—as dulled as it was by the latex—past the incredibly hot, blessedly pliant band of your entrance, he nearly lost all control.  He didn’t know whose moans he heard first, for you both exchanged oaths at the coupling.

He gripped under your hips to pull you in closer, his own knees bent in a crouch to meet the height of the ottoman, and sank to the root with a flush of motion that knock the air from your chest.  Tears flooded your eyes, and you squealed and squirmed at the stretch.

The hair at his root and sac buffered against any remaining residue of the cream, diluted as it was with your juices, and he thrust with the momentum of a horse at full gallop.  When the sting of the menthol faded, you’d be left numb, and he couldn’t have that.  Not before he gave you what you wanted.

“You’re going to come, sweetheart.  You’re going to come on my cock, or not at all.  Understand?”

Your head bobbed with the rhythm of his hips, and you struggled to speak.  How could you feel so hot?  How could you feel so good around him?  How did he feel like it was the first time he’d ever fucked so hard in his life?

“Answer me, damn it!"  You were going to come, and you were going to ask permission, and he was going to pump his seed into your perfect fucking—

“Yes, yes.  Sir.  I’ll come on your cock, please let me.  I’m going to—oh god!”

He felt the ripple through his hands first, where they fisted into your hips and ass.  And it slowly rushed to your core, as it shuttered and gripped his length.  A fresh wave of slick flooded your walls like a hot bath around him, and he cursed the bloody condom for keeping it from his skin.

“That’s a girl.  Take it.  Take it all.”  He didn’t stop until you came again, a second burst that started before the last one ended.

When he was convinced that you’d screamed your throat hoarse and were left a panting and whimpering mess, he pulled out and tossed the empty condom to the floor.  Instead of spilling inside it, he waited just long enough to stuff your face with the mound of hair at his base and jerked himself to completion against the purple tips of your poor pinched teats.

You inhaled deeply at the musty, sweaty juncture of his balls, sucking in any air you could get.

“Easy now.  Just breathe.  That’s it,” he cooed, as he fought to keep his own heartrate steady and wiped the rivers of perspiration from his brow with the back of his arm.  The last spurts of spend dripped from his tip as if in reluctant surrender.

If he gave you an extra minute to settle before he tried to move you, it was out of courtesy, and not because he was afraid of his own knees buckling from the force of his orgasm.

“Do you mind if I stay under a bit longer?  I don’t want to come out yet,” you spoke slowly, groggily as you turned further into the crook of his arm.  “That was the...hardest I’ve ever come.”

From what he knew about subspace, it was a natural euphoric state, like what one could feel from deep meditation.  The difference being that it required the unique connection between a Dom and a Sub.  Some outward stimuli from a partner was needed to trigger it, rather than a reaction within oneself.  Its effects were similar to certain types of drugs.  Some of his clients described it as a sort of peace.  Others like the most intense high they’d ever felt.

He'd never felt it before, or what would be considered domspace in his case.  Only the satisfaction of being useful.   The pride of being in control. 

“What’s sex like for you without all this?” he asked.

He had you for a bit longer, figured he might as well make conversation.  Dig a little bit deeper into all the questions he’d had about you.

“Can I come without being smacked around, you mean?” you inflected with a lazy smile against his shirt.  “Sure.  It can even be nice.”

“Nice?” he snorted mocking sort of derision.

“Sometimes I like nice, and sometimes I need my mind blown to pieces.  It would be a lot easier if I could do it to myself, but it’s kind of like being tickled.  It only works if someone else does it.”

You sat up a little straighter then and reached for the water on the side table, and John rubbed your back in small circles while you drank it down.

It was a moment before you spoke again.  “What’s a normal relationship look like for you?  Or do you only work with Subs?”

“I can be normal, most of the time, I’m pretty sure,” he grumbled.  “I was even married once.” 

It slipped out before he could take it back.  He was supposed to be learning your secrets, not divulging his own.

“Oh really?  What was she like?” you asked lightly, and in your state, he knew there was no jealousy or ill-intent.

“She ended up marrying my brother after our divorce.  Seemed she liked the last name, but not the man she took it from.”

The final blow to whatever capacity he had to trust.  Himself or anyone else.

“I’m so sorry.  That must make the holidays incredibly difficult.”  The wistful tone had gone from your voice, and he felt you hold him just a bit tighter.

“I haven’t been to any since,” he confessed with a dismissive shrug.

His brother had always been everyone’s favorite, and asking his parents to choose or divide their time away from the son who had stuck around when John was busy running around the world’s battlefields seemed unnecessarily petty.  It was easier for him to stay away.

Sometimes he wondered if they even noticed any more, aside from the few times a year he met them and his sister for dinner.

He looked at his watch to avoid meeting your gaze, afraid of what he’d see.  Pity would’ve cut like a shrapnel wound, and sympathy would’ve curdled the sweet taste of you in his mouth.  He found himself speaking without thinking.

“Mind if we cut this one short?  I have somewhere I need to be.”  He didn’t, and he hated the way his lie made you stiffen against his side. 

You hadn’t done anything wrong.  He was the arsehole who brought up his marriage, as if it was something that you cared about.  That you even wanted to know.  You were only being kind. 

“Sure, no.  I understand,” you assured him too quickly, as you let his robe fall to the floor in search of your own clothes.

He’d always enjoyed this part of the evening.  When your wits returned and you stood shyly in front of him, freshly marked from the session.  A glimpse of all the ways he’d be with you out there in the world before he opened his door to find you greeting him again.

You’d pull on your leggings and shimmy them up over your mottled ass.  Strap your love-bitten tits into your bra before tugging a jumper over your head.  You’d say goodbye with a sweet peck to his cheek and a soft squeeze to his shoulder. 

Everything would be a little brighter for just a little while.

But he’d scared you off this time.  You curled away from him instead, staying behind the sofa and dressing before he could see if the clamps had left blisters behind on your nipples, or if you seemed tender between your legs from the stretch of taking his cock for the first time.

Christ, he’d gone hard.  Taken more for himself than he should’ve. 

“You don’t have to leave just yet.”  He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping it wasn’t too late to get you back. 

He was supposed to be the one in control.  The steady one. 

“I can take a hint, John.  I didn’t mean to overstep—”

“You didn’t,” he quickly corrected.  “You’re perfect.”

“I’m not.  And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.  Ever, okay?  That includes talking.”

“Wait, take this with you.”  He slipped his fingers around your wrist and placed the golden clamps in your palm.  “It’s yours to keep.  You can wear it and think of me.”

When you were out there on your own, conquering boardrooms and slaying your enemies.

“Can I tell you secret?”  You leaned into his ear for emphasis.  “I only like it when you do it.”  You dropped a kiss on his forehead and threaded your fingers through the hair on his cheek, before leaving him all alone in the haunted cavern of his apartment.

The one he always thought he’d share with someone else.

Right, he was the dominant one.  When every time you left, you were the one to comfort him.

“I only like it when you do it.” 

His cock was going to be a leaking, rigid pipe until your next appointment.  He only hoped you didn’t wait too long.

[jymwahuwu]

Congratulations on the upcoming 2.4 plot update, warm up for the Jiaoqiu 🎉✨

cw: abuse of trust, dub-con, OOC because jiaoqiu has not been released yet, mentioned conception, squirting milk

"…Are you feeling sick? What are the symptoms?" Free diagnosis and medicine for one day. You are Jiaoqiu’s last patient today. He asked you with a smile, his eyes closed. You looked around to make sure there was no one else before whispering a few words through your teeth. "My…my chest…feels uncomfortable…"

"Breasts?" Jiaoqiu muttered, recording the symptoms on the screen. "Pull up your clothes and show me the specific situation."

"Huh? Oh, okay…"

Your breathing quickens, your heart beats wildly, and you grab the hem of your clothes with both hands and pull them up. A pair of breasts were encased in a bra. Your breasts are leaking, your bra is soaked in milk, and some sweet aroma is wafting in the air.

"Do you have a baby already?" he asked.

"N-no!" you denied. "I've never been pregnant, not even…so what the hell is going on? I don't even dare to tell my friends."

"Hmm. I have to do some more comprehensive examination and research." Jiaoqiu helped you to the bed beside you and pointed to your bra. "Take off your bra first. And all clothing, yes, including your panties. This is about a physical exam."

You had to take off all your clothes and be examined naked. His fingers would sometimes gently rub your areola, and then suddenly pinch and attack your nipples. The milk spurted out under the squeeze. "Mr. Jiaoqiu?" You watched in panic as the milk leaked out uncontrollably. "Don't worry. Just checking part of it."

And in the end, he pulled you up by your thighs and slammed your vagina from the left side as part of the examination. After all, this is a test about why you're producing milk without having sex. Every possibility must be explored 😔

Or… how many fox cubs could be conceived to make it more reasonable?

[jisokai]

Since Suna has me in a chokehold I'm wondering what kind of fic I could write for him but unfortunately all I'm thinking is that I NEED to be sandwiched between him and Kita sorry sorry sorry...

smut, reader has breasts and a vagina (no pronouns)

Suna's greedy when he fucks—hurried between your legs, irises blown as fox eyes flitter to yours. He eats you hungrily, two lithe fingers sliding into you as you arch with a gasp, your head falling onto Kita's shoulder behind you.

A sharp grin slides into the corner of his cheek, eyes dropping to the softness of your belly—clenched as he thrusts his hand against you. He moans at the sight, lashes fluttering closed as he presses his face harder against your mons, breathing in the sweetness of your skin and slick.

You're in Kita's lap at the edge of the bed, Suna's figure kneeling before you. The former holds you carefully, gently, as you whine. He trails kisses up your neck, one hand firm on your side while the other cups your breast—rolling your nipple between his fingers.

"Bein' s'good love," he breathes beneath your ear. Shivers roll down your spine, compounding with the shock of your pinched nipple, of Suna's ruthless tongue against your clit.

You whine from the intensity, jerking your legs as each touch shoots straight to your cunt. Suna groans when your knees squeeze together, head squished between your thighs. His fingers slip from your movement and you whine again, this time from the loss.

"Uh-uh," Kita chides, hands snaking down your body. When he reaches the inside of your thighs, they push firmly, spreading you.

Suna groans, fingers immediately slipping back inside your heat. He adds a third, curling harshly, and makes a choked sound when your slick runs down his wrist. His free hand comes to one thigh, holding it so the other's can return to your breast. Kita pinches your nipple harshly, a warning, before his fingers slide further to cradle your neck.

"Stay good fer us," he demands right against your ear. "Y'can do that, yeah?"

[sparkly-sediment]

Tf2 Mercs Period flow headcanons

Free will strikes again 😈😈

Heavy

The Red terror

Very heavy flow that last 6-7 days. The longest she’s had is 9 days and it took bear meat to recover

The blood is usually dark brown and overall a bit of a delayed flow

Calls it her menstrual cycle only. Heavy isn’t big on midol or pain relief (Russian grit af)

Will always use a warm water bottle tho

Only used scraps of fabric until her 20s. Heavy doesn’t like pads because they feel like diapers and she doesn’t fuck with tampons until she has sex for the first time so she won’t “loose her virginity to stick”

We need more sex education

Ultra tampons for business, free bleed in the period draws for leisure

Sniper

Bush woman

Some hardcore feminist shit. Walk into the woods and menstruate on a stick indigo girls concert transparent

(if you get that i love you)

Sniper normally just free bleeds or like dries out her vagina during bathroom breaks. She smokes weed for cramps and gets bad period diarrhea

Very light, irregular periods. Completely skips some months due to stress and malnutrition (and she looses her appetite on her period!!(

Severe period exhaustion 😮‍💨

Flow is bright red or faint. Might be some blood on the briefs on the first/second morning but then not much happening outside of clots.

Would have fertility issues I feel

Sniper gets anemic on her period and resists taking the supplements Medic recommends. Finally he fights her into taking them and, shocker! She’s not passing out when she stands

Has tasted her period blood clots. Canon I fear

Says on the rag

Demo

MENACE

Demo has a moderate flow but pretty gnarly cramps. The sharp, pulsing kind. Hurts like a bitch!!

Flushes tampons and could give two fucks

She drinks more on her period and has wicked period shits. Possibly the worst asshole cramps in the group, and don’t even get me started on sore nipples

Thick dark red blood. Not hard blood clots but large bloody goops and liquid. Has to shower more often on her period 😔

Super and super plus tampons and the hospital grade pads. Completely unnecessary but Demo gets the biggest most crinkly padding pads of all time!!! Why!!!???!!!

PCOS queen. Thicker body hair, wild anger at times, and cysts!!! When one bursts she finally goes to Medic who immediately gives morphine and some weird blue sludge

Pain was gone but she did wake up with a third kidney

Scout

Type of bitch to get pregnant while pregnant

What a nightmare! PMS like a mother fucker! Scout becomes a snappy little bitch on her period. Terrorizes the base and just crashes out for no reason

If you eat her food so help you God

Really strong cravings and really intense ovulation. Yk how some women really go into heat when they ovulate? Like REALLY lock in? That’s Scout

Fertile and loves chocolate but aggressive

BAWLS ON HER PERIOD and period breakouts

Lighter/moderate flow. More than Sniper but less than Demo

Running really helps her cramps but they usually go to about 5/10 at worst

Her boobs always hurt worse than anything else and she’ll wear a sports bra instead of wrapping them for work

regular tampons and refuses go wear a pad

Medic

I will be using he/him pronouns because period!medic isn’t a gender bend. Medic wanted to feel even closer to his baboons and so he installed the necessary organs to build and birth them

Unwanted and unforeseen side effect 😔

Sturdy but average flow and a very consistent cycle. Bright red with brown spotting towards the end. He keeps a calendar and tracks ovulation

He would have period sex. No question. And, in a sick and wicked manner, would blow them after 😋

horrible to imagine. Anyway, Medic has rougher periods with heavy hormone fluctuations. Intense mood swings, fatigue, and some month deals with painful ovarian cysts

His periods don’t normally have too bad cramps!! He’s just sore in the southern skies and has some lightning sharp stabbing pains in his asshole

Medicates fully and all the way except in the beginning when he monitored the function more closely

Light period acne heavy metalic scent. Feels very tender and hungry

Soldier

Free bleeds and gets blood everywhere

Heavy flow and pretty intense cramps. And, rage. Period rage. Heightened by her pain and immense discomfort and all of her sheets have stains

Dark brown blood and irregular. Can bleed for days and has had 11-12 day periods that completely drain her

Her cramps will leave her bed ridden. If she has to go to battle, there will be NO indication of her pain. She might even be worse to over compensate. But Soldier will run a little slower and land from rocket jumps much more gently

Cries in the locker room and respawn when alone 😭😭😭😭 my shayla

Unless she’s gassed up for battle Soldier is much quieter on his period and sluggish

Eats so much omg decimates that kitchen. The team has to have a meeting because they’ve gone to the store three days in a row, and this is the forth morning everything is gobbled down in the night by a certain greedy little rat

Every time she starts her period she marches into the medbay to LOUDLY announce it. This is the only time she ever mentions the topic of menstruation in relation to herself

Will say fucked up shit tho. Tells Scout blood attracts bears and viciously growls after finding Scout’s tampons

Spy

Eats steak almost nightly when on her period

She refuses to discuss such things with the team and calls it tasteless conversation

INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY and does everything she can to hide her period. Will use kitty perfume to avoid blood smell, tampons only and she hides the wrappers before throwing them out

Heavier flow with low pain. She’ll feel the most discomfort in the cervix area but she doesn’t experience much cramping

Red/brown mix and very spotting days 1-3. Day 3/4-5 is heavy flow and then day six is usually the end

Midol in a Tylenol bottle 😭

She becomes a wicked bitch. Horrifically snappy and will bite your head off. Some period shits. Boobs hurt the week before

Engineer

Her periods are dandy.

Yk how people say periods last 3-5 days? And you’re like, who the fuck is having three day periods?

It’s this gal

Engineer has some mild cramping but it lasts ALL day. From the first flutter of her eyes to the final rest, her uterus is aching

Tight period cramps and a lighter flow. She wears regular and lite tampons for two days and then is good

Bright red and thin blood. Never has big clots and rarely has goopy blood

Her discharge is tinted pink or brown for about a week though so it does balance out

She will smell really strongly of blood like the ripe period embarrassing smell

Working in the workshop when she catches a whiff of the 🩸🐱 but she likes feeling primal and will work into the dank night

Engineer eats all chocolate in the based and will probably eat every cookie too

Period rage that rivals Soldier’s

Pyro

Free bleeds and doesn’t practice good hygiene. She won’t change her clothes- including underwear- any differently despite having blood all up in it

Pyro doesn’t have much liquid blood, but a lot of clotting and clumps of tissue

Because of this and a lack of good hygiene she has a worse smell, and it is noticeable to others. Pyro always smells burnt though so it isn’t exactly traceable

Heavier flow, WOULD use super plus tampons

Pyro has worn pads in the past but she dislikes the diaper feel and she never likes the sensory experience of period products

She’s much sleepier on her period and will curl up to nap. If not in her bed then wherever

[p3nislawd]

hidan and sex.

EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT

CONTAINS : afab, degradation, foul language

when you started dating hidan, you knew from the get go how significant sex was going to be in your relationship, from how often he masterbated (before you two were together) and how often he verbally expressed his needs.

but you never really thought about the specifics of sex with him.

obviously, hidan was attractive. he was in great shape, had a pair of glittering magenta eyes, the mouth of a sailor and the sex appeal of a god. you had thought of him fucking you senseless more than once, but your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.

hidan fucked you slow and lazy. sometimes. he made you do all the work, watching you ride him in reverse cowgirl, your back to him as he kicked back and eyed the sight of your sopping pussy, struggling to take his length. “fucking whore," he'd laugh, twirling your hair around his fingers and admiring your ass as you'd whine, begging him to help you finish. "so dumb on my big cock, huh?"

he was mean, calling you names as he had you splayed out in front of him, ass in the air on his mattress. "bitch knows her place know, right?" he'd coo, mocking you with a smirk as he rubbed his large palms over your ass. he'd stick a thumb in your ass just for fun, watching your squirm before he'd take it out just as fast and land a smack on your right cheek. "who the fuck said you could move?"

he was such a tease, too, pressing his hard on against your ass in the middle of the base. you'd whine, and he'd laugh at you, calling you a bitch and groping you in front of his friends. they would call him gross-- his response would always be a teasing; "aww, you just wish you were the one fucking this pussy, huh, asshole?" he'd press his hand against your crotch, feeling your breath pick up and your underwear get soaked through as his coworkers watched with flickering eyes, levels of eagerness all significantly different as you grabbed hidan’s forearm, stiffening. you had started to turn around to face him when he lifted his hand from your body and turned on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving you horny in a room full of his teammates. and of course, every time, you trailed after him, whining and complaining about how much of a tease he was, digging your nails into his skin and tugging his hair just to hear him hiss in pleasure, knowing it still wouldn’t make him cave into your begging.

some days, after particularly rough missions of your own, you’d wake up to his head between your thighs, licking and sucking down on the skin right before your pussy, just to wake you up. when you’d question him, groggy and half asleep, he’d tell you a muffled; “shut up, bitch. doin’ you a favor.” you’d scoff, call him a brat and squeeze your thighs tight around his head, just enough for him to feel a sting of pressure and pain that made his dick stiffen in his pants.

sure, it was nice of him, but he was such a teasing bitch that it sometimes just took so long. long enough for you to take off your panties on your own, yank his silver locks with both hands and shove his face into your cunt, much to his own pleasure. and he ate you out like he was starving— was there anything he wasn’t good at?

his tongue ran through your slick like molten lava, lapping up your ooze and moaning, letting the vibrations rattle against your clit and buzz at the entrance of your vagina. once his tongue grew sore, he’d slip up so he’d be lying on the bed beside you, freeing you from your bra and massaging your tits in one hand, his other plunging a couple fingers in you to keep you high on his touch. he’d coat his fingers in saliva, using them to pinch and tug at you nipples as his fingers, so, so much larger than your own, thrusted in and out of your sopping heat, his eyes trailing your face in admiration as you squealed and whined and moaned in his touch.

“fucking noisy bitch, you’re so annoying,” he’d half scoff, half laugh, placing a wet, teasing kiss to your mouth as he felt you clench around him, the taste of yourself on your tongue from his own. “fucking slut, you like that? being called an annoying bitch as you get off on my fingers? fuck, no wonder my friends wanna fuck you,” he”d hiss, feeling you clench harder, moan louder, and abruptly pulling his fingers out of you.

you’d whine, thrash around as he positioned himself above you now, slipping out his hard cock, bright red from the build up of eating you out, and giving himself a couple pumps. his eyes narrowed down on you, watching you squirm as he held you by your hips and slid his fat dick into you, throwing his head back and laughing as he began to pull you up and down on him.

he soon began to meet your thrusts (even when practically controlled by him) with his own, sloppily fucking into you, moaning and sinking in deeper when your nails draw blood on his biceps. he hissed, the head of him rutting into your g spot with a particular snap of his hips, and he brings his thumb up to rub viscously at your swollen clit, laughing at your pathetic wail.

“c’mon, baby,” he’d huff, cocky grin across his face as you moaned, loud and guttural and whiny as he dug himself impossibly deeper. “prove to those mother fuckers i’m the only bastard making you feel like this. show those fucking bitches who fucks you so good, you fucking whore.”

let’s just say, the next time you and hidan started getting freaky in the middle of the base, none of the other guys would even dare to look your direction. and as hidan led you back to his room, hand on your ass, fingers already teasing your cunt from behind, they all knew who you belonged to.

[sxcret-garden]

Seonghwa ღ 8:34pm [M]

ღ Ateez Seonghwa x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~1.1k ღ genre & warnings: smut (mommy!Seonghwa, sub!reader, he calls reader "kitten", lots of praise, finger sucking, guided masturbation, fingering, tiny bit of nipple play (all reader receiving), dacryphilia, subspace & dumbification implied for reader) ღ reader: has a vagina, reader's nipples are mentioned but their chest is not described further, no pronouns used for reader

Desc.: in which Seonghwa uses his (and your) fingers to make you feel good.

Author's note: Well we all know how this one happened I think *glances at milano hwa*

"That's right, kitten," Seonghwa coos, watching intently as two of his digits sink further into your mouth. "You're taking them so well for me." You make a pathetic little noise, your tongue running along his slender fingers, coating them in your saliva. Heat rushes to your face because he just won't look away, quite the opposite actually - he seems completely mesmerized by the way your lips wrap around his fingers.

"There..." Seonghwa reaches for one of your hands, bringing it up to his mouth, and your breath hitches when he extends his tongue to lick a stripe from the base of your index finger all the way to the tip. You're kneeling in front of each other on his bed, with you dressed in a pretty pink and white set of lingerie, the panties having already been removed by him earlier. Your thighs tremble from the anticipation, and from thinking about how good his tongue would feel all over your body - and he seems to catch onto your excitement, as a fond smile grows on his beautiful lips.

"It's your turn, kitten," he mumbles, the soft tone of his voice wrapping itself around your ears as he guides you to put two of your digits into his mouth. Keeping eye contact so intense it makes your head spin, you feel the wet heat of his mouth around them, and a shudder runs down your spine when his tongue parts your fingers inside his mouth, licking into the space between them and he hums in appreciation. His wet muscle snaking around them, you mimic his ministrations on his fingers, and eventually he releases your hand with a lewd sound. Wordlessly, he guides your stained fingers towards your core, urging you to touch yourself with merely a gesture. And you do, a muffled moan escaping your throat when you come in contact with your throbbing pussy, spit coated fingers gliding effortlessly through your folds. You knit your eyebrows at the intense feeling, but Seonghwa only encourages you further.

"Such a good little kitten... making yourself feel good for me?" You nod as he inserts another finger into your mouth, and as if hypnotized, you dip a digit into your dripping cunt. Another mewl falls from your lips, and you close your eyes as Seonghwa's fingertips play with your wet muscle. He traces the outline of your teeth, causing your mouth to fall open further, and he takes it as an invitation to add a fourth finger.

"So pretty for me... add another one too?" You do, pumping two fingers in and out of you, and when he reaches down between your bodies to wrap his free hand around your wrist so he could angle your hand in a way that makes your palm rub against your clit gently, your eyes flutter shut. "You're so pretty my kitten... 's it feel good?" You whine in response, finger working both your pussy and your mouth, and when Seonghwa brings his fingertips a little closer to the back of your throat, you gag around them. He pulls back immediately, cooing, "We can't have that now, can we?" You whimper, your own fingers hitting that delicious spot deep inside you just right, and the pleasure builds up in the pits of your stomach.

"Doing so well for me..." Seonghwa praises you. "Being such a good kitten for mommy." You clench around your digits upon hearing his words, tears of pleasure forming in the corners of your eyes, and when he finally pulls his hand out of your mouth, there's only one word slipping past your lips.

"M-mommy..." you stutter, head already spinning.

"What is it, kitten?" he speaks softly, moving his dripping wet hand south.

"Mhmm... feels so good..." you mumble and he leans in to brush his lips against your neck right below your ear.

"Yeah? Hold still for a sec. Mommy's gonna make you feel even better." You obey, and when Seonghwa's fingers prod at your entrance, you whimper at the stretch. "Too much?" he asks as he slowly inserts not one but two of his slender digits, and you shake your head. "Bearing with it so well, I see," he whispers, and you gasp when his warm tongue licks up a stripe along the side of your throat. He works his fingers inside you, reaching a little deeper with every time he pushes back into you, and eventually he's curling them deliciously against your walls, guiding you to do the same with yours.

"Ah...!" you cry out from the overwhelming pleasure of being stuffed so full of him and yourself, and he brings his lips to yours to swallow all other sounds that escape you in a deep kiss. With each stroke against your walls you feel yourself drawing closer to your high, and when you start moving your hips in the rhythm he sets, he breaks the kiss to praise you, breathless.

"That's a good kitten..." he speaks, and then he proceeds to kiss his way down your neck, until he reaches your chest. Biting the fabric of your lingerie, he pulls it to the side, until he can wrap his lips around your nipple, hot tongue drawing circles around the sensitive bud, making you lose your mind yet a little further.

"M-mommy... mommy...!" you cry out, tears spilling from your eyes while all the overwhelming pleasure gets too much. Seonghwa hums at your desperate noises as he's buried knuckles deep in your clenching cunt, and when you squirm under his touch he only becomes more eager to make you feel good. A few more licks against your skin, a few more thrusts of his fingers into you, and he has you coming undone in his arms, your orgasm washing over you while incoherent whines fall from your lips. He helps you prolong your high, keeping a steady pace for as long as your body convulses against his touch and you clench around your and his fingers, and then, when you're finally coming down from it, he pulls out and lies you down carefully.

"Did so well for mommy..." he praises you, drawing comforting circles onto your thighs with his palm, and he brings his other hand that's coated in your juices up to your mouth. "See how sweet you are," he says as he watches you lick his fingers clean obediently. "I wonder how much sweeter you'll taste once I make you cum on my tongue instead..."

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@bunnyluvr25

[ms-demeanor]

sex work is work, no problem with that, but spamming sex work absolutely everywhere now is not okay. bot or not, it is not okay to shove your probably fake/stolen tits or ass into everyone's face even where kids are. it is absolutely the lowest, cheapest trash doing that. are these people showing their barely covered up pussy to school kids on the street to maybe get a customer? because they are doing exactly that on the internet. if you cant find customers and need to lower yourself to std ridden junkey trash standards who missed the way and entitled themselves to begging for money outside trash town, zero support from me!

Yeah you really sound like someone who supports sex workers. That's what I always think when I hear people using words like "disease-ridden" and "junkie" - 'wow, that person must be SUCH an ally. braver than any US marine, thank you for your service, person who believes sex work is work but thinks STIs or drug addiction are 'trash'.'

So, point by point:

It's not absolutely everywhere. You don't see people trying to link their onlyfans on facebook most of the time (i've actually never seen it but i could believe it is happening, though it's not common because FB has real-name policies that are unfriendly to sex workers). You're unlikely to see fansly links as sidebar ads on cspan. People aren't linking their pages in the amazon reviews. You're seeing it "everywhere" because you're not going anywhere. Tell me you spend all your time on two to three platforms without telling me you spend all your time on two to three platforms. Instagram, tiktok, twitter, and tumblr are full of people who are promoting all kinds of brands and one of those kinds of brands is sex work.

Those are also all platforms that have age restrictions and behavior standards, and of all of them tumblr is the one that has the history of being the most openly sexual and the least connected to legal identities. People are linking to their diy porn because of the culture of these websites both currently and historically. I once posted a video on this website of me bringing myself to orgasm in a public bathroom stall then inserting a dildo into my vagina before I went on stage and performed a set with my band. I did it for free and for fun five years ago, the week before the porn ban hit.

What I'm saying here is that the culture of this website has a much longer history of openness about sex and sexuality and the visual presentation of sex than it does of being full of people who think teens shouldn't see nipples. This is an *extremely* reasonable place to post information linking to porn that you make and to use cute pictures of yourself to do so.

It's also really easy to tell that these people aren't bots or using stolen images because the whole point of the live platform is that you can click through and go talk to them. Strange Aeons did just that and you can see what happened. (click on that video for a fun cameo at 6:04) Turns out live users are just a bunch of people (not networks stealing images the way that actual porn *bots* on tumblr do) and the ones who are trying to do sex work on the live platform itself get banned.

But also kids too young to see the occasional boob shouldn't be on tumblr! (like, seriously, define kids. what age is too young to see the kinds of images allowed by the tumblr live tos? how about the ones banned by the tumblr live tos? How old should you have to be before someone shows you an ahegao face on a hoodie in public? What should the punishment be for the ahegao fashionistas for exposing six year olds to anime tongues? What should the minimum age be to go on the beach and see men in speedos? Fifteen, or is that still abusive to children? Maybe we should make it twenty to be safe, or better yet why don't we make it twenty AND ban speedos? this is what you sound like, you fucking asshole). Tumblr has age limits and people under that age limit shouldn't be looking at most things on this website. A smiling woman in a bikini top or a dude with his abs out are fucking nothing compared to the kind of damage you personally and specifically are trying to inflict with your shitty ideas.

Posting t&a on tumblr is not at all comparable to doing street level work and soliciting children for a number of reasons, but I'd just like to really take the time to point out that you just compared the profile pics on tumblr live to sexually soliciting a child. You literally did the "x group i hate are pedophiles" thing, which is exactly why it's such a huge problem that any and all types of nudity have been stigmatized online. We have created an entirely new paradigm of "pedophile" that means "existed around a child while wearing tight pants." You are such a fucking clueless, sanctimonious pile of shit that you can't even see that that's what you're doing. This is literally, exactly kink at pride discourse.

And that's even if I grant you that these people are posting t&a! Go look at the live leaderboards, you don't have to accept the ToS to see the leaderboards! We are talking about *at most* saucy pin-up levels of eroticism. I have seen fucking holiday cards with more visible cleavage than any of the top 200 tumblr live streamers right now.

The only thing in your final sentence that makes any sense is that you are positioning tumblr as trash town.

Yeah. I'm actually not at all impressed by tumblr recently and that has a lot more to do with the influx or resurgence of nuance-allergic, anti-sex, whiny shits like you than it does with a banner that i can scroll past in a quarter of a second.

I want people reading this to really, really sit down and think about what they're calling assault or hypersexualiztion or whatever. We are talking about profile pictures. You are so offended by a bar of 4 profile pictures at the top of your dash that you're comparing regular ass humans (some of whom are sex workers and some of whom are just streamers who took thirst trap selfies) to the real life solicitation and abuse of children.

TOUCHING GRASS IS NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU PLEASE GO INTERACT WITH ACTUAL REAL HUMANS WHO DON'T KNOW WHAT DASHCON OR MILKSHAKE DUCK ARE. YOU ARE CRITICALLY INTERNET POISONED AND IF YOU TALKED TO SOMEONE AT THE DMV AND DESCRIBED IT AS ASSAULTING CHILDREN TO HAVE SOMEONE IN A BIKINI ON A BILLBOARD THEY WOULD IMMEDIATELY BEGIN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO GET AWAY FROM YOU. THINK OF THIS POST AS THE CARBON MONOXIDE DETECTOR TELLING YOU THAT THE SHADOWS YOU'RE SEEING AREN'T ACTUALLY DEMONS BUT THAT YOU ARE GOING TO REALLY REGRET IT IF YOU DON'T GO OUTSIDE.