#Honey Spreader

[dabisbratz]

CRYBABY — armin arlert x male reader

w.c: 2.5k

genitalia terms: cock, hole, dick

WARNING: humiliation, dirty talk, impact play (face slapping, spanking), edging, restraints (spreader-bar, undisclosed hand restraints), degradation, subspace, sadism, bottom reader, specific body type (taller/bigger than armin, other than that nonspecific!), amab reader. CHECK REBLOGS.

“To be fair, you’re pretty girly, Armin,” Hange chirps, wrapping their arm around Armin’s shoulders with a sly grin. Their hair swings over their face, a dark shadow casting over their gaze. His striking blue eyes watch in amusement as the rest of the Survey Corps nods along in agreement. Truthfully, he doesn’t mind the speculations, albeit a little strange how interested his coworkers are in his sex life, he can’t blame them for being so interested when he has a boyfriend like you. Plus, he’s come quite far from how he used to be— his hair is shorter, cheeks less rounded out by babyfat, shoulders broad and square. He doesn’t need to prove anything. “You let a big rock like that push you around every night?”

The blond coughs into his fist, squeezing his big, cerulean eyes shut to stifle a laugh. You’re much taller than Armin, even on a bad day, with a permanent glare in your eyes. You’d make mountains shrink if they could, with your piercing gaze. Even as you trail behind your boyfriend like a puppy, they see nothing but a guard dog, its canines bared and sharp and dangerous. Your intensity almost surpasses Levi’s, even if they were too scared to admit it.

But it means nothing when you’re under him.

You look up at him like he means the world, glassy eyes blinking against crystal tears as he pushes his cock deeper down your throat and forces you to gag on it. Your eyes roll, drool falling down your chin and down your chest that he loves to squeeze and fondle. You’re such a good boy, the way you writhe and squirm with every orgasm of yours he ruins— just thinking about it makes his dick harden in his cargos.

Armin tugs at the collar of his shirt with his index finger, bending the fabric absentmindedly. His comrades snicker at his flustered display, and the hard smacks to his back lurching him forward, back and forth.

“Bet he really makes you his—“

“… bitch, huh?” His voice is fuzzy in your ears, sweet and tantalizing as rope digs into your wrists. Your legs are bent, knees reaching your head as a spreader-bar holds your thighs wide open. Your back is pressed into Armin’s small mattress, which dips and sinks under your weight. No matter where you turn, you’re consumed in Armin’s warmth, his soft hands roaming along your naked body. He lets you whine, your head lulling back and forth as you knit your eyebrows together.

“Huh…? M’sorry.. m’sorry,” You pant, not quite sure what you’re apologizing for, probably because you’ve lost your train of thought, because you couldn’t hear what filthy things he was saying because he’s fucking you stupid.

“Oh, honey,” The blond's voice is coated in just that, sweetness dripping from his tongue as he grips your cock tight, thumbing the slit and smearing precum all over the head. The bars at your knees stop you from bucking your hips, as he squeezes the base of your cock the second you start to pulse a little too much. “Such a dumb whore. What happened to my big, smart boy?”

Degradation. You love to hear it, especially from Armin’s lips. If you thought too much about it, had it whispered in your ear until your brain melted, you could cum from that alone. Your cock throbs in his hand, as he spits down on it with a quiet ‘p’tuh’ and grins as you shudder. The wetness of his saliva feels too good, too warm against his skin as your rut and flex in his hand. “Mm, your cock is so pretty. Too bad it’s useless.”

You try to fuck into it, chase the feeling that has you wailing, writhing in your restraints and struggling to kick your legs. It’s too much, the squelching in your ears as Armin’s warm breath pans lower and lower down your chest, your abdomen, closer to your throbbing, needy dick. He sighs, open mouthed and breathy, watching your cock jump in retaliation— nearly out his hand. Nonetheless his grip tightens, pumping uppp and dooown, smearing precum until it covers your cock in a thin, shiny and tempting layer. You moan between your teeth, eyes glued on his skinny fingers milking you for all your worth.

“Feel good?” Armin grumbles against your thigh, voice hoarse as he stares down at your weeping cock. With a jumbled moan you nod frantically, toes curling as he twists his fist around your sensitive head and— fuck, you’re cumming. Your eyes roll back, body clenched as a thick rope—

“Aht. Whose cock is this?” Armin’s hand is quickly tightening around the base of your dick cutting off whatever orgasm you were about to feel, whatever ropes of cum that were supposed to spray across your thighs, your stomach, maybe your chin.

“Wh- wai’… waitwait..wha—” You’re stunned, stammering and stumbling over your words as your brain fails to connect the dots of what just happened.

“Answer me, boy,” And— oh. That’s his commander voice, the one he only ever uses in battle. A shiver runs down your spine as you reluctantly make eye contact with your boyfriend, his blue eyes suddenly gunmetal gray. Like a broken record, you whimper, shaking your head and babbling our apologies when, really, you have nothing to be sorry for. “Hush. Just answer the question.”

“S’yours, Ari,” You breathe, big thighs flexing against his hand. One more time, a little more confident you moan: “S’yours.”

“That’s right. That means you cum when I say,” When he pushes an impossibly long finger into your hole you’re done for, mewling as you flutter around him. Even with such a drastic size difference your hole is tight and grips him like a vice, swallowing his finger in and begging for more. His finger slides out slowly, a sharp contrast in the sudden smack straight to your winking hole. You jump, moaning high in your throat as your eyes flutter closed. “Fuck, just one finger stretching this pretty hole like it’s nothing. You want more, baby? Want more fingers in this greedy hole? Gonna cry on my cock all night so everyone knows how good you take it? How much of a slut you are for me? Say it.”

You bat your eyelashes, peering up at your handsome boyfriend through glazed eyes. He coos, if only for a moment, as he dips his other hand into your mouth and watches you suck on his fingers, no questions asked. His face drops a little, pink lips curling into a frown as he wipes his fingers off with the soft skin of your cheek. You’re usually such a good boy— such a good dog. You know better. You keen into the touch, pressing your cheek into his palm until he takes it away, just to smack you across the face with a cruel smile.

Your brain goes blank for just a second, a startled gasp leaving your pretty lips. He wants to squish your cheeks together, watch your face distort into dumb expression while you sit there and take it. Maybe your face will match your mind, empty and eager and broken as tears stream down your face. Armin’s eyes darken, heavy-lidded as he stares at you like he’s going to eat you alive.

“Oh, oh fuck, w-wan’ your cock, Ari’ please give it…give it to me, please,” You babble, as if his question has only just now registered in your brain. Then comes the flaring heat of skin where he’d smacked you, blooming in your cheek and making you whine. Armin tuts, tilting his head in feign innocence, a tuft of blond hair tucked behind his ear. “V’been so good, didn’t cum when you said not to. Been goo-”

“Mhm,” Armin hums, only half listening as he slowly pumps his other hand back up and down your cock, a sadistic grin slowly etching across his face the more you let out a stream of moans. You’re sensitive— almost too sensitive, your hips convulsing in different directions, your eyes squeezing shut, your body begging to cum. You can’t quite make out how his fingers look curling up inside you, long and thin but perfectly stroking that special spot that makes you see stars. “Gonna cum for me? Hm? This pretty cock gonna cum while I finger you? Slap you around a little?”

“Uh-huh, gonna cum.” You’re purring, helplessly rutting your hips until you feel your balls tightening, your abdomen spontaneously spawning and— Ooh! Armin’s index finger slides out of you, and his palm lands right on top, a hard smack straight to your fluttering hole. You're pliant and small like this, squealing into the air while the walls bounce the sound right back at you.

“Not yet.” He whispers into the skin of your inner thighs, placing a chaste kiss on top for safekeeping.

“Noo, no, I can’t,” You gasp, weakly struggling against your restraints in fruitless effort, continuously begging for both release and a chance to move on. You don’t really mean no, you’re conflicted, really— it feels too good, but you’re not sure how much more teasing you can take. “I cant.”

“You can,” The blond snickers, fingers massaging your puckered rim, the puffy skin gaping around his fingertips. You’re slick with a thin layer of precum and lube, shining under the fluorescent bedside lamp. “And you will. Know why? You’re my good little boy. You can take what I give you.”

Collecting yourself, you nod.

Armin beams. You’re certainly not little— not in comparison to him, not in comparison to anyone in the Survey Corps, not in comparison to your friends. But you’re his little boy. To smack around, to manhandle, to fuck into sweet, empty-headed submission. You’re his bitch. He thinks of how everyone else would react, if their jaws would drop at the sight of his guard dog dropping to his knees and presenting right in front of them, at the sight of his big boyfriend going braindead strictly for his dick.

“Just one more time. One more time while I split this pretty hole open on my cock. That’s not too bad, right sweetheart?” Armin whines this time, breathless as he’s quickly stripping himself of his clothes. His cock, pretty and long, curves to the upper right, with an angry pink tip that twitches as he presses it to your rim. You sob beneath him, your bigger body arching up to his touch. His cock is worked into your body inch by inch, his smaller hands spreading your cheeks apart to spread you further— like the slut you are.

He pushes into you deep, bottoming out with a high moan. Heat pools on your stomach, his cock punching your insides and kissing your prostate with each small movement he makes. Your moans are unintelligible, barely even English, as Armin’s blond hair drapes over your sweaty forehead. If you could, you’d wrap your arms around his neck, hold him close and kiss him drunk while his dick rearranges your guts.

“Gonna let me fill you up till you’re drippin’? God, I love this hole, love this ass,” You feel a sharp smack to your backside, your hips stuttering upward in retaliation. His cock slams dead-on into your prostate, your vision momentarily leaving your body as the air is punched from your lungs. “Right there? Fuck, you’re basically milking me.”

Armin nearly crumbles above you, your silky walls throbbing on his cock as his fist grips the sheets on his bed, his large eyes fluttering closed. He can’t exactly fall on you, not with the spreader bar between your bodies, but the thought of him collapsing because you feel that good makes you impossibly harder, “Fuuck, fuck me, ohh, God.”

That earns a genuine chuckle from your boyfriend, his back muscle rippling as he regains his composure and lifts your hips up, brushing your prostate with every twist and turn. He whispers sweet words into the air, something along the lines of good boy and perfect cocksleeve. You hiccup on your own sobs, choking on your words as his cock slams in and out, in and out, Armin’s own moans leaving his mouth. “Ohh, You take my cock so well. That slutty little hole just swallows me right up, sounds so sloppy n’ wet.”

“You’re like,” Armin laughs to himself, his teeth gritting as he sharply inhales, pressing himself deeper and deeper until all you can do is clench around him and take it. Fuck, you’re so full. It’s ironic, you’re so big, but your holes are tight and small, stretching around him perfectly. “You’re like the perfect flashlight. I should let the team pass you ‘round. Imagine that.”

You do, you imagine Armin’s long dick fucking you within an inch of your life while the rest of the Survey Corps watches, maybe they take turn using your holes, maybe Armin stops them from fucking you because that one is his. It’s embarrassing how much you like it, how warm it makes your face feel, how hard it makes your hole spasm around your boyfriend's cock.

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum, Armin. Please,” You can’t control your body now, your cock uncomfortably hard as he fucks into your pillowy body. In one foul swoop, the spreader bar is removed from your thighs, your legs instead wrapping around the blond’s smaller waist. “Lemme cum, wanna cum with you. Wanna feel you cum inside me. God, love you, love you s’much. Y’fuck me so good, fuck your cum ‘nto me, wanna be leaking—”

“God, you’re so easy. Damn whore…Christ,” Armin grunts. his hips stuttering into a choppy, inconsistent pace. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass is obscene, precum and lube frothing between your warm skin. Moving up to press hurried, frantic kisses to your lips, Armin cups your jaw gently, and mumbled a quiet C’mere. “Cum with me, puppy, give it to me.”

You give it to him, your all, as your thighs shake and your throat finally gives out, your voice hoarse and tired. You can feel him shoot deep inside you, thick, creamy ropes of cum pooling inside you and seeping out your puffy, used hole. Armin huffs, panting into your damp skin with a satisfied smile, watching as your cock spurts rope after rope across your chest, across your stomach, even on your chin.

You twitch uncontrollably, finally melting in your boyfriend's embrace as he pulls you close and places scattered kisses on your forehead, “Good boy.”

[star-quill]

would love ur nsfw peter headcanons!! x

omg omg okok

he loveloveloves when u ride his thigh. like he adores just watching u tremble above him, hearing u whimper while u bury ur face in his neck. he's encouraging u the whole way, praising u and having his hand on ur back to rock u back and forth. when u do come, he praises u even more ("good girl" "doing so good baby" "so pretty for me sweetheart").

is rough but likes to go slow and watch u squirm. fills u up to the hilt and slowly drags himself out of u, smirking when u desperately try and grab at him to push himself back in. he will go slow at first until u whimper out "more please i can take it please" and then he will just pound into u. ur gonna have a few bruises on the back of ur thighs tomorrow but it's all worth it when he's making u feel this good.

oh and he's big and he's heavy. every time before he fucks u, he will push against u and let his dick lay on ur skin, showing u just how deep he's gonna get when he's all the way in. then his size kink kicks in when he's like "u think u can take all this baby?".

he purposely does anything to rile u up and get ur attention, knowing how easy it is to push u into submission. whether it's just walking around the house shirtless, or going for a workout in the back garden while ur watering the plants. next thing u know, ur hands are grabbing at his curls while he fucks u against the shed door outside.

man spreader. comes over to sit next to u on the couch, his legs spread out while ur sitting with urs tucked under u. then ur eyes fall to his crotch, his thighs and he catches u looking. "u want something u just gotta ask for it baby.". u blink a few times before turning back to watch tv. he's a menace and u know u'll end up in his lap before the program's finished anyway.

eats pussy and is fucking amazing at it. his nose, tongue and facial hair is the best combination when he's buried between ur legs. u prefer when he does it in bed or on the sofa, knowing that the few times he's done it in the kitchen, u almost keeled over from ur legs shaking so much.

he loves when u act like a brat. purposefully pissing him off at neighbourhood barbecues and then feigning innocence when he pulls u up on it. silently giggling when he takes u home and pushes u on the bed. u immediately start getting undressed before u see him standing there, arms crossed. then he speaks "good girls get fucked, brats have to do it themselves." then he watches as u touch urself for him, stopping whenever he tells u to, which only prolongs ur orgasm. but don't worry, once he does let u come, he makes sure to fuck another two out of u afterwards.

loves to touch u up. he's always got to have a hand on u, nicely in public but at home it always goes between ur legs. he loves when u lay across his lap, ur head resting on his thighs while his hand worms it's way through ur legs, his fingers feeling though ur folds. ur hands just grab at his arm, holding on while he fingers u to orgasm, and then one more orgasm until ur spent and out of breath in his lap, curling into him. his hand comes up to wrap around ur waist, pulling u up into him. it's almost always late at night when this happens, then he lifts u up and takes u to bed.

if he's fucking u missionary, he will wrap his hand around ur neck, squeezing gently so as not to hurt u but still make u feel it's there. ur hands grab at his wrist and u just choke out a whimper. his thumb rubs at ur skin as he praises u ("ur being so good baby" "such a pretty lil' thing" "u feel so good honey, takin' me so well").

can and will coax multiple orgasms out of u until ur absolutely spent and he has to rub ur back until u calm down again. ur body is just limp when he's done with u and u love it. u love when he has to take care of u afterwards, him carrying u to bed and softly massaging every part of u until u sigh out. he may be a little rough but his aftercare is top tier.

slightly possessive in public but u love it. he always has his hand on u, always calling u "his girl" or "my girl". u always slightly turn it around in bed ("am i ur girl?" "am i ur pretty lil' baby?") knowing it makes him even more turned on than before.

do not wear a sundress around this man unless u want fucked whenever u do. u took him shopping once and picked out a few to try on in the dressing room. he just sat outside, waiting for u to show him. but once u showed him the first one, he just absolutely had to have u in it, following u back into the cubicle and pushing u against the wall. he bunched up the dress around ur waist and fucked u right there, his hand over ur mouth to stop u from making any unusual noises.

mmmfmfm i have more but like this is already a lot

[quinloki]

I Got You

Eustass Kid x fem Reader - bdsm, forced orgasms, use of good girl, squirting, drool.

Apologies for any autocorrected words, knocked this out in one go on my phone at the end of my shift ^^;

Being physically sensitive and having a session with Eustass Kid.

You’re so easy to tickle, so easy to rile up. Ever gentle touch and soft kiss sends bumps over your skin and makes you gasp. There’s nothing you can do, it’s a curse in some ways, maybe you’re a little jumpy too.

Easy to scare.

Easy to tickle.

Easy to pleasure.

Kid’s tying you into a rope dress. The soft rope feels good against your body and you wriggle a little every time he runs his fingers against your skin, checking that the rope’s not too snug.

He teases you, you accept it, there’s no defense.

“Maybe I’ll tie you down and tickle you someday.” He teases.

“Nooooo,” you whine, but it’s not serious. You won’t deny the possibility.

He grins, knowing the opportunity entices you. Especially with him, certain you’d never be able to escape. Trusting him to stop when you needed it.

Kneeling in front of you he spreads your labia apart, the action eliciting a soft rush of air from you even though you knew it was coming. He nestles the wand against your clit and you tense, wiggle, and sigh.

“Seriously?” The damn teasing tone.

“I can’t help it!”

“No aphrodisiacs for you, you’ll literally explode.” He says, delighting in your squirming as he nestles the toy securely in place. “You might not survive this.”

“I bet I’d cum without being touched.” You admit, steadying yourself against the wall.

“You’d explode.” He insists, tugging the ropes and locking the toy in place. Your cry of pleasure seems to agree with his assessment.

“You’re ready to cum already.” He grins, and you cover your mouth, nodding as you look away.

Kid stands up, looming over you so easily. The golden eyes hold your gaze for a moment before he cuffs your wrists to thick leather restraints built into the wall. The ledge had a cushion, forcing your hips forward as the cuffs kept you in place.

Your feet barely touched the floor, forced open with a spreader bar. You’re on display, and someday maybe even for a full audience.

“Look at me.” He commands and you do. There’s no pause, he clicks on the powerful vibrator and you suck in a breath, trying to curl in on yourself and unable to do so because of the restraints.

“FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCK!” The swear is ripped from your lungs as pleasure eats you alive.

“Hurt?” He asks and you shake your head, gasping harshly again before shivering and moaning. There’s no escape, it’s tied in so well and there’s nothing you can do. Your hips being pushed forward by the ledge drive your clit into the toy and all you can do is take it.

“Say thank you,” Kid demands, looking down at you as you’re already on the verge.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank- FUCK, ah, I’m-.”

“Cum for me.”

And you do. Soundlessly. Your body too taut and too ravaged to do anything but gape up at him and tremble.

As the peak subsides you gasp, whimper, moan, pant and tremble. You can breathe but your even more sensitive and the toy is still going.

Kid grabs a fistful of your hair, it’s almost all of it his hand’s so fucking big, and forces you to look at him.

“Again.” He says, turning a dial with his prosthetic thumb and bringing the toy to a fever pitch right along with you.

Held in place you can’t thrash at all, chains rattling and cuffs creaking as your body pulls taut again. You beg, but he doesn’t relent, and the pleasure is almost too much.

Kid’s knee pushes on the toy and you snap, cumming so hard you scream and squirt, swearing and apologizing and he holds you.

“That’s my good girl. One more, Mouse. One more for me like no one else can do.” His voice is velvet and coarse rocks, heat and honey and need. His eyes are light and life like the gold of the sun and all you can do is babble as the third orgasm has you drooling and breathing in heavy ragged gasps.

Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, drool dripping from it has heavy desperate breathes scratch their way in and out of your throat. Please, you rasp, one more, please, you need it, you want it, you can’t even say it.

“I got you.” He says and hot lips devour your nipple, the extra stimulation being what you needed and your pleasure splatters on the stone floor as you squirt from the rush of pleasure that turns your muscles to mush and your bones to gel.

Cutting the toy away, releasing one arm, then the other, he has you draped over his shoulder as he unhooks your ankles. Cradled in his arms he praises you, checks on you, holds you.

You’ll come back to your senses at some point, and until then, he has you.

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, pussy slapping, praise, degradation, implied overstimulation, use of sex toys (vibrator clit clip), restraints, sadomasochism, soft and sweet aftercare *not proofread, just pure horny

[I'm blinded by my own carnal desires pls do not perceive me rn *its almost 1 am and i feel braindead while finishing this]

MINORS DNI!!

there's no escaping the cuffs tied to the bed or the mind-numbing vibrations they rake over you, igniting every vein in your body.

maybe if you hadn't been so mouthy, you wouldn't have to be tied down by your wrists with a spreader bar against your ankles or have to have a vibrator clip attached to you. Miguel tried to talk you down but he could only do so much before Peter finally had enough of you.

hence why Peter decided to leave you strapped down to the bed with a vibrator at the highest setting against your now swollen and throbbing clit. his eyes were dark as he watched Miguel tie your wrists and secure the bar. Peter kneeled between your legs, your pleas and whines falling on deaf ears as he landed swift and wet slaps to your sticky cunt. "fuckin' look at you. you're soaking the fucking sheets like a whore, baby."

Miguel didn't like being too hard on you but see how harsh Peter was when landing sharp slaps to your clit made his cock twitch. just as you staring pleading and crying for him, Peter pushes Miguel out of the room with him in tow. he left the bedroom door open heading down the stairs as if you weren't laying strapped to their bed. Peter dragged Miguel down the stairs, telling him to "just let them be. just for a little bit." Miguel can still hear you letting out the most lewd sounds albeit a bit muffled.

you don't know how long you've been laying there, but enough orgasms have passed to know that you've all but drenched the sheets under you. your skin is sticky with sweat and your body is sore. the vibrator is still buzzing away on your clit but you're throat is so hoarse you can barely let out any more near pornographic moans.

you're so tired, you can barely keep your eyes open anymore. but just before you gave into the stars that started clouding your vision, you felt quick taps against your cheeks and then felt something cold against your skin. you peeked your eyes open as Peter carefully untied your hands and Miguel set the spreader bar aside.

Miguel's hands carefully massaged your calves and thighs, gently shushing you when you winced and pulled away from him. "it'll feel better soon, my love, just hold out for me, yea?" your heart thumped louder in your chest as Peter cleaned and put things back where they belong. he came back to you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he caressed the reddened and sore skin of your wrists.

you jolted away from Miguel's hands as he worked the muscles of your thighs. "you did so good for us, honey. I'm so proud of you, sweetheart." Miguel planted lingering kisses on your calves. "how about a quick bath so I can change the sheets?"

it was easy to have you agree as you cling to Miguel as he brought you to the bathroom. you refused to let go of him so just sat on the edge of the bathtub with you on his lap. Peter made quick work of changing the sheets as you soaked in a warm bath with Miguel washing your hair. you let the warmth of the water engulf you as Miguel massages your scalp. you fell asleep long enough for Miguel to finish washing your hair and get you out of the tub.

now laying in bed with soft and warm clothes nestled between Peter and Miguel. listening to the soft thud of your heart pull you into a deeper slumber.

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

More horny thoughts with Mommy Wanda…..

She comes home after a horrible day at work. She whisks you off to the bedroom to let off some steam. She strips you and lays you back on the bed ready for her to use. She ties your hands to bed post and keeps your legs open with a spreader bar. She teaser your clit with a vibrator while she rides your face until she cums twice. When she done riding your face she puts on her cum filled strap and fucks you until she’s satisfied.

-🐨

Ohhhh! That's a really good, intense one!

You can tell she's mad just from the way the front door slams shut, the way her keys clank a little too hard when she drops them in their spot, from the way she huffs as she takes off her shoes... But if you weren't sure, the look in her eyes as they land on you, has you convinced.

She walks over to you with a brisk step and she pulls you into her body, her face so close to yours and her hand making sure that you look her straight in the eyes.

"Mommy's had a terrible day, baby." She explains briefly. "I need my good girl to help me feel better." She says softly. "You want to make Mommy feel better, don't you, darling? You want to be a good girl for me?" And she waits till you nod, your cheeks turning pink already, because you know you'll be in for a long night and that it will simply feel amazing. "Good." She smiles. "See, baby. You're already doing so well for me. Now let's get you upstairs."

She makes you undress, but quickly gets impatient with it, pulling off your clothes quickly and lays you down on the bed.

Despite knowing that you're usually a very obedient girl, she ties up your hands to the bedposts with a smile. "Such a pretty girl. All tied up for me and so helpless... Don't you worry, Mommy will take such good care of you." She promises, elated, before she takes out the spreader bar as well.

You're not quite used to the feeling of it, but you take a steadying breath as she finishes up, noticing the slight tremor in her arms, as if she's itching to touch you. God, Wanda really needs to calm down.

She rummages through her drawer of toys and pulls out a vibrator. The kind that sits inside you, with a clitoral stimulator at the front. The kind with a pretty pink remote control. She works it inside you and presses the stimulator snugly against you, turning it on at a low setting and loving your little whimpers as she starts to undress.

When she finally climbs into bed with you, hands wandering everywhere after missing your touch and the softness of your skin all day, she starts to kiss you. You feel so damn good, against her, so pliable and helpless and all hers. "You're mine, aren't you?" She asks as she dry humps you almost desperately. "Go on, honey, say it for me. You know Mommy likes to hear you."

When you tell her exactly what she needs to hear she rewards you by increasing the vibrations and climbs even higher up your body, each thigh on either side of your head. "Now, you're going to help Mommy feel good." She explains with a smirk. "And if you know what's good for you, you're not going to cum, unless I allow it."

She doesn't even wait for you to respond, she just lowers herself and lets you eat her out. And she loves to give you directions the entire time. Not because you're not good on your own, but because it turns her on so much to control you.

"Fuck, that's it, keep licking right there, baby!"

"Stick your tongue inside me, honey. Yeah, just like that. Such a good girl!"

"Stick your tongue out, baby, let Mommy do it for you."

She cums twice, before she's finally had enough and she pulls away from your face, just so she can see you all smiling and covered in her juices and she starts to feel some of the tension leave her body. She's been playing with the vibrator inside you the entire time and managed to edge you a few times too, but it's not enough. She has to make you utterly hers.

She gets her favorite harness and the cum-filled strap and she takes the toy out. "Look at that, my poor baby is soaked. Does that pussy need Mommy, hm? Well don't worry, baby, Mommy will fuck you so good."

She slides it in carefully, guiding her hips forward until she bottoms out and she gives you a few seconds to get used to the feeling of being so full, before she starts to move.

With how sensitive you are and how worked up she's gotten you, it doesn't take long before she makes you reach that edge again and she cums inside you with a grunt. You can feel the spurts of white and the stray droplets that spill out as she helps you ride out your orgasm and you think she'll stop, but she only fucks you harder, pulling another orgasm from you, before she's satisfied and she collapses on top you.

You end up taking care of each-other that night and you cuddle up into bed after a quick shower with the biggest smiles on your faces.

[needydoll-for-you]

well honey maybe i'll let you hump my boot, hm? maybe if you sob and beg and whine enough i'll let you hump my boot with your numbed out little clit, and maybe i'll feed you edibles, maybe i'll make you dumb and so desperate and needy for me, i'll make you eat me out and i'll make a mess of your pretty face, doll. you'll be so high, so needy, vibe still inside of you, buzzing away at whatever pattern i decide you've earned. my pretty little slutty doll, covered in my cum, maybe i should numb your clit twice like that post you reblogged baby... see what noises you'll make for me when you realize i'm taking away your delicious sensations again, what satisfying noises for me.

then, once you're not numb anymore, still my high, needy little pet, i want to overstimulate you, i want to see your legs twitch and you struggle to keep them apart. maybe i'll use a spreader bar and cuff your wrists on either corner of my desk... have you bent over, so sensitive, maybe i'll get one of those vibes that clips to your clit, and then, once i've pulled it off right before you cum for me for hm... maybe the third time... maybe i'll leave it on after that. you won't be able to go anywhere doll, i'll bind you too securely for that. once you cum for me, once you're screaming, i'll slide my strap into you and hit the right spot, we'll see how much drool is all over my work when we're done, hm?

ohhh mmh omg i don’t even know how to answer this? uhm like yes? please? pleaseeeee🥺 i need this so badly? (and whoever wrote this, omg you’re so good at this!)

that just hit all the right spots, edging, overstimulation, clit overstimulation, numbing cream, tied up, uhh excuse me what is happening with my body!!! (i’m getting wet, that’s what’s happening🫣)

humping your boot would be so embarrassing ugh but i become such a mess when my clit is numbed wishing for any and every touch your feeling against it even when numbed, desperate to feel the friction even when numbed, please let me hump your boot!! what’s even more embarrassing is that it would leave a wet patch on your shoes…because my pussy is wet even with my clit numbed😩 you should numb it over and over again until i’m begging to cum, and then overstimulate me until i regret even asking to cum. and i would eat you out so good, i would be such a good girl letting you tug on my hair and push me around where you want me to, and letting you feel my needy whimpers against you when i suck on your clit.

and when i’m tied up completely at your mercy, drooly and high, feeling your hands on me ughhh🫠 but it would drive me crazy when you put the vibrator away when i’m so sooooo close! after having my clit numbed for so long i just want to cum and have a nice orgasm…but getting teased more?? maybe even threatening me with more numbing cream?😵‍💫 oh god i’m getting so wet thinking about being tied to your desk and the spreader bar keeping my legs apart, and then how i would squirm and cry and beg once you keep the vibe in place and just watch me squeal and drool, or petting my head and kissing my cheeks where tears are running down while my clit gets overstimulated, when you finally put the toy away i would be so delirious and drooly, with my pussy leaking all over your floor but when you start fucking me i might lose my mind🫠

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Eighteen

( Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

SENSORY DEPRIVATION GAGS / SERVICE TOP/POWER BOTTOM / BLOODPLAY

Summary: You and Santiago decide to play with some sensory deprivation.

Day Eighteen of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, blindfold, sensory deprivation, teasing, licking, biting, marking, dry humping, Dom!Santiago, rough sex, P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

Author’s Notes: Unfortunately I missed Day Seventeen, I’ve been trying my best to stay a few days ahead but my mind just threw a complete blank with the prompts available. I couldn’t bring myself to knock something out that I wouldn’t be happy with, so, enjoy Day Eighteen!

You were sure this was about the fifth time he’d asked if you were sure about this.

Why wouldn’t you be sure?

Santiago had already put you in wrist and ankle restraints and used a spreader bar to see how far you could go, sensory deprivation seemed like a logical step. He had already threatened you with a gag, what harm could a blindfold do?

And it was that he wasn’t excited about this prospect or not confident with his skill set, he’s just worried about you. On the evening of Benny’s fight night, when the two of you shared a fleeting glance, he knew that maybe there was something different to you.

Kinky people can sense other kinky people.

It’s undeniable that you are flourishing with them. They met up for drinks every so often without you and told stories to each other, some were surprising, the majority weren’t, not to him anyway. The four of them were beginning to know your quirks, what really turns you on, which buttons to press to make you cum but they saw the change, the confidence you exuded in the bedroom.

He didn’t want to ruin that.

His thumbs played with the edging of the blindfold, these were made to truly shut out everything, and his ear defenders from the shooting range lay on the mattress next to you.

“Blindfold and ear defenders?”

You nod enthusiastically.

“Honey, you’re jumpy when I touch you normally, this is going to be different.”

He emphasised different.

It was you who suggested adding in the ear defenders. You’d read online that with key senses gone, your others would heighten and that excited you. Your imagining the act similar to how Will had touched you for the first time but even more intense without being able to see or hear.

Santiago wouldn’t have the same technique as him, he’d definitely have things in his arsenal.

You sit with your legs crossed on the bed, wearing lingerie as he requested. It was delicate and bright with tiny embroidered daisies, a stark contrast to his dark bedding.

“If it’s too mu—“

“Use the safe word,” you say.

His one eyebrow arches, eyes turning dark and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

He brings the blindfold to your face and gets you to hold it over your eyes before he moved behind you. Of course, he purchased an elaborate one, one that was in the shape of an x and crossed over your forehead and cheeks, a notch where it slotted over your nose.

Holding it steady, he fastened the top buckle then the bottom before he moved back in front of you.

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Are you doing that thing where you’re technically flipping me the bird?”

“No,” he sighs, “and please take this seriously.”

You hang your head, “Sorry, Santi.”

He cups your chin and runs a thumb over your parted lip, leaning in for a kiss. Taking the ear defenders, he places them over your ears and pulls the headband to hug your head. He brings his fingers near and clicks a couple of times.

Nothing.

He wraps his hand around yours and squeezes three times, you squeeze three times back.

Placing both hands on your shoulders, he guides you down so you’re flush against the mattress before pulling your legs straight.

The pair of you never discussed what would happen next.

Santiago left the room.

You didn’t know how long you’d been laying there.

There was one promise you made, if he didn’t restrain you, you wouldn’t try taking the blindfold or ear defenders off. However your fingers were getting itchy, you twiddle your thumbs and flex your fingers.

Your mind began to drift.

You could imagine him sat on the chair he has in the room, far from the bed so he can watch your whole body. He’s probably got a smirk on his face, eyes observing every inch of you, every movement you make.

In actuality, he was stood patiently in the kitchen, sipping on a beer.

He checked his watch, fifteen minutes seemed like long enough.

Coming back into the bedroom, he peels off his top and throws it aside. You’re exactly where he left you like the good girl you are.

The bed sinks when he comes onto it, a weight sinking in between your legs. He doesn’t touch you yet you can sense his fingertips dancing around your frame, following the line up your body from your thighs to your shoulders. There’s a shift where he places his hands either side of your head and balances over you. His lips come to the crook of your neck, featherlight, barely skimming the skin.

Your back arches, shoulder blades drawing to chase his kiss but he moves away, the breath of his laughter teasing the surface.

You should have known better.

Straightening up, he continues to move lightly with his fingertips over ever inch, all the way down to your feet. He tickles your soles, it’s a little mean yet he couldn’t resist. Your feet flinch, a giggle falling from your lips and you attempt to keep your composure.

He does it again.

“Santi, stoooop.”

He stops touching you until you groan.

Placing an index finger just below your toe before dragging it in a straight line to the top of your hold up stocking. He pulls back the silicone strips from your thigh, the tip of his nose meeting your skin as he slowly peels away the glossy sock. Repeating the process with the other one, you sigh to his touch.

He replaces his touch with kisses, going up your legs until his nose touches underwear. He makes sure to apply more pressure to your weak spot before he rests on his heels, eyes fixed on your parted lips.

His jeans are getting tighter.

Just as he’s put you in a false sense of security, he slaps the inside of your thigh and then the other.

He watches as your body shudders and a ragged breath escapes you, a smile quirking. With a single finger, he draws from your belly button through the valley of your breast and up your neck, head tipping back as he flicks up your chin.

You hold steady, your neck elongated and exposed for him.

Gently he runs all his fingertips down your chest, grazing the cups of your bra, nipples reacting, puffing up with barely a touch. He kisses your stomach and around your waist, under the wiring in your underwear before he flattens his tongue between your breasts. He licks up to your collarbone, tongue flicking. As he kisses along your décolletage, he hooks your bra straps over your shoulders, approaching the crook of your neck.

Your chest rises and falls with a regular beat, he times his next move as you exhale. When your ribcage expands, he bares his teeth, and as it drops, he sinks them into the muscle.

You gasp and writhe, the roll of your hips causing you to brush your crotch over his denim coated leg. The thin mesh of your knickers doesn’t protect your clit from the bittersweet friction and the spark travels to meet the weight of his bite.

He sucks like a vampire trying to draw blood and you claw at the sheets to stop yourself from scratching your nails over his scalp.

You didn’t know if you were allowed to touch him.

When he releases his jaw, you feel his saliva spread across the patch of skin, now burning and tingling as the bruising comes through.

A hickey, really?

He allows you to breathe before carrying on.

After he kisses the over the cup of your bra, he delivers a single lick to each one as he releases your breasts from their confinement. Your nipples are already hard pebbles and your breath hitches as he skims his thumb over them.

He presses his lips over the meat of your one breast, circling inwards before taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking, popping it out over and over. Then he nibbles a little, your honeyed moan encouraging him to nuzzle deeper, his swift pinches replaced with a soothing lap of the tongue.

He moved onto the other, the chill of the room succeeding the warmth of his mouth.

You could feel every bit of him, the roughness of his tastebuds, the ripple of the tiniest muscles as they worked. The bop of his Adam’s apple, each single whisker that scratched over sensitive skin, the vibration of the groan rumbling from his chest.

You weren’t thinking straight.

Instinctively, your hands run through his trimmed curls before your fingers clench into the roots.

He stops to speak, “Like that do you, honey?”

You had no idea what he fucking said, all you knew was that you wanted his mouth. You reacted just as he’d hoped, the lack of his heat causing your back to arch to chase him. He doesn’t leave you hanging for long.

He comes in stronger, pining his knee to your crotch to force you hips from moving.

You cry as his teeth are sharp against your nipple, the scrape as he pulled back, body shivering. He attacks you over and over until your whimpering, your grip on his hair slipping then he takes a chunk of your breast in his mouth and marks you.

He moves away you, his fingertips at your thighs so you know he’s still there.

You’re beginning to fall apart.

Your heaving chest is decorated with signs of him, raised lines where his whisker brushed ferociously on your skin, chest flushed with a sweaty dew, two flourishing bruises and bra hanging loose.

Now he had to ensure your lower half looked equally as ravished.

You were just coming to terms with what had happened when Santiago hooked under your lower back and drag your crotch into his. Holding you firmly, he rolled his hips, notching your clit with the front of his jeans. You can feel his bulge, strained against the heavy fabric, grunting sweetly as he catches your clit.

After a few more strokes, he drops you and slides off the bed, undoing his belt at the same time. He leaves his jeans as a puddle on the floor, chucking his phone on the bed just in case before crawling to you. He lifts your legs over his hips and pressing his hardened cock against you.

Even through his briefs, he can feel how your arousal has pooled to your underwear. He bucks into you, his covered length gently sweeping over your folds and nudging your clit.

You groan in unison.

His cock twitches and your pussy does the same.

He doesn’t move, he’s thinking, wondering if you could both cum like this?

“Santi?” You query comes shyly.

He caresses your right thigh and you smile at him.

After deliberation, he begins to rock into you, the fabric of his brief tugging at his length. You could feel the tip of his cock radiating from the friction, hot and heavy as he knocked your bundle of nerves.

He took a long, slow drag, growling as every inch of his length met your damp crotch until he reach the base.

Picking up the pace, the heat grows between you, the warmth spreading through your wet pussy to your hips. The knot in your belly is tightening, threatening to unfurl as he ruts into you. Your toes are curling, legs vibrating as your breath starts catching again and again.

His fingers sunk deeper into your ass.

“You look so fucking pretty like this.”

He wished you could hear him as he watched your back arch, mouth hanging agape as one hand struggled to hold onto his wrist. You lift your knees, positioning your hips so you could feel him from the bottom to the top of your weeping folds.

His balls are dense and the next jerk of his hips overwhelms his senses. He screws his eyes shut as he hears you cry, the centre of your knickers warming and dampening against his briefs. His final thrust seizes his back with a rush of pleasure.

He opens his eyes as his cock pulses, his creamy white cum spurting through the material.

“Shiiit.”

It mostly holds, a couple of stray, thick droplets hitting your underwear.

“What a mess you’ve made.”

He smirks to himself, taking a photo on his phone so he can show you later.

Scrambling to take his briefs off, he tosses them, no longer caring where they land. He’s still hard and desperate to have your pussy round him. He snatches the band of your knickers and roughly takes them off to your accompanying screams. Taking both of your ankles either side of his head, he leans over you, practically folding you in half.

He rips the ear defenders from you and before you can protest, he holds your chin, bringing his lips to the shell of your ear.

“I want you to hear me when you make me cum again.”

His hand dropped and he lined himself up.

“Wait ag—“

He shoves into you to the hilt and knocks the wind out of you.

Taking a hold of your ankles, he thrusts in and out of you furiously and all you could do was take it.

The room filled with the sounds of your bodies slapping, your pussy squelching, his harsh pants that met your cute grunts as his tip notched your cervix.

You bring your arms over your blindfolded face, holding your wrists.

He kept his eyes on your body, how your breasts bounce and your ass ripples with every hit, your legs as they start to squash his neck.

“You’re taking me like such a good girl.”

You wanted to say something but all that came were choked cries.

His hips were stuttering, he was so close, your walls fluttering around his length. He pushes your legs towards your chest, his angle changing, scrapping the soft spot inside your cunt and your orgasm washes over you.

Clenching his cock, Santiago only last a few more strokes.

He unleashes a husky groan, spilling into you, his hands dropping so he could lessen his weight against you. The smell of him wafts into your nostrils, the mixture of woody and spicy notes that cling to his sweat.

It’s almost as if you can taste him.

You give him chance to catch his breath before you can’t take it anymore.

“Santi?”

He hums, lifting his heavy head.

“Would you mind taking the blindfold off?”

Straightening his back, you lift your legs off to either side, his cock softening inside you. You prop yourself up on your elbows and you feel his hands come to the back of your head.

You’d never tell him the truth about why you wanted it off.

There was something in you that actually missed his face.

[lovelybucky1]

Kinktober Day 25- Teasing

warnings: AFAB!reader, teasing, restraints, f!receiving oral sex, masochism, edging, orgasm delay/denial, mentions of sex toys, 18+ minors dni

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You should’ve known letting Jake take control of you like this would come back to bite you. His ego is already too big for him to handle, and putting him in control of your pleasure inflated it to doubly.

You knew he was a tease before you started any of this. He always flashes those sparkling smiles and wears shirts that are just a bit too tight to show off his chest, arms, and pants low on his hips to reveal his v-line when he raises his arms. He knows he looks good, and he knows the attention he attracts.

For some reason, you thought that he’d go easier on you now that you were… whatever you two are. You were dead wrong.

If anything, he got worse. He started dressing even sluttier, taking some tips from Rooster and opting for a button down, though less obnoxiously patterned, and left one too many buttons undone to show off his chest. He also became even more addicted to those toothpicks, and you haven’t seen him without one in his mouth in a very long time.

That is just the psychological torture. The physical torture is even worse. Every time he has gotten you alone, he’s found a creative way to ruin you.

He’s trying something new tonight. He has you laying face up in the center of the bed, legs held apart by a spreader bar, and your pussy bare and exposed to him. Your hands hold onto the bars of the headboard, one of Jake’s favorite ways you restrain you. It makes you complicit in your own torture, because if you let go, he stops.

Jake lays between your legs, his hips holding the bar down onto the bed. His face is inches away from your pussy, but he’s not touching. Instead, he’s blowing cool air onto your clit, and it feels freezing combined with the wetness of your arousal.

You’re sensitive from the lack of touch, every minuscule movement making you squirm and seek out friction.

“Look at this desperate cunt. How does it feel, baby?”

“H-hurts,” you whimper.

“Hurts how?”

“So sensitive. It’s not enough.”

Your hips buck up when his fingertip brushes your clit, and he laughs meanly at your reaction.

“So responsive for me, princess. I love when I get you wound up like this.”

Jake, disgusting like he always is, spits onto your pussy. It rapidly cools on your pussy, and it makes you shiver. He watches it drip down intently, eyes blown wide with lust and desire.

“Please, Jake. I need something,” you whine.

“Hmmm, I guess I can give you something,” he smirks.

Your eyes light up. “Anything, please, I’ll take anything.”

He sits up on his knees and looks down at you, making you feel small.

“I’ll give you a choice. I can either put a vibe in you and you can cum as much as you want, or I can fuck you, but you’re not allowed to cum.”

Your stomach drops. You know that Jake has a sadistic streak, but you thought your begging would get him to take some pity on you. It’s not an easy choice, because there’s always a catch with Jake.

The vibrator would make you cum until you physically can’t anymore, and with your legs bound, you wouldn’t be able to escape it until he deemed you finished. But if he fucked you, he would try his hardest to make you cum, even though you wouldn’t have his permission. Then he would punish you for breaking his rules.

“You’re cruel,” you huff.

Jake isn’t insulted; in fact, he seems to take it as a compliment. A wicked grin spits his face and he leans over you, supporting his weight with his hand next to your head.

“Oh honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

[idolatrybarbie]

pairing: santa!francisco "frankie" morales x fem!reader

word count & rating: 2.4k words | explicit - minors dni

summary: more santa frankie porn anyone?

tags: santa kink???, free use, spreader bar, creampie, come eating, facefucking, throatpie, anal sex, degradation, cum, pet names (honey, little girl, sweet girl, baby), praise, CUM AGAIN GUYS LIKE IDK WHAT HAPPENED HERE.

notes: i have had too much alcohol to edit this so take it as is. this is the part where i tell you i am actually gonna go on hiatus now, no posting from me. merry christmas, and to all a good night!!!!!

The spreader bar has your legs cramping, pulled tight against your body as your knees touch your bare chest. You’re wet, dripping and aching as you wait for him to get back. During the visit this morning, Santa saw to it that your pussy was put to good use, cumming inside you twice before he lapped at what dripped out. He’d left you with a swat on your thigh, promises of turning you into a toaster strudel later on something for you to hang onto.

It’s been hours since then, his cum still leaking from your used hole as you lay spread on this dark oak work bench. By your count, it’s been about a month and a half since the incident at the mall. True to his words, once the holiday season had wrapped, Santa whisked you away from the harsh reality of your real life back to the magical wonderland of Christmasville. Here, you have nothing to worry about—except, of course, swallowing Mr. Claus’ snowy load. Despite your efforts, you have yet to convince him that you’re a good girl.  Luckily you’ve still got most of the year to get him to change his mind.

You can hear the soft metal thud of the unlatched security bar falling from its place within the metal frame. Before being turned into an elf’s workshop-slash-playroom, this had been a stable for Dasher, Dancer, and the rest of the fleet. Now, it was where you stayed, getting very little sleep between the raucous orgasms that Santa Claus brought you with the smooth glide of his sugary cane. Your favourite activity was sucking his cock, Santa’s cum settling on your tongue with a slow-rolling sweetness to it.

When the barn doors swing open, he’s there, eyes waiting to take you in.

“You been a good girl while I was gone?” he asks.

“Yes, Mr. Claus,” you say softly.

“Hmm. I don’t know about that, little girl.”

“Please, Santa. I’m a good girl, I promise. I don’t know how I can prove it to you.” The fine links of metal that connect the leather cuffs that bind you to the bar between your legs rattle when you huff.

“In what world do good little girls talk back?” Fra—Santa asks.

He stalks over to your body with pounding steps. Santa rounds the table towards the end closer to your head rather than your pussy. He hauls you to the edge of the work table, your head jutting out from the edge of the surface. Immediately, he begins unbuttoning the front of his striped long johns. Whipping out his stunningly long cock, he rubs the swollen head across the seam of your lips. Sticking your tongue out, you lap at the sugary precum beading at the very tip of him. He pulls it away and smacks the length of himself against your cheek.

“Gotta teach you a lesson about politeness then, huh?”

Santa digs the thumb of his right hand into the crook of your jaw, forcing your mouth open. As soon as your lips part, he’s shoving his cock inside. He blocks your airway with his dick, sliding all the way to the back of your throat. A short thatch of hair tickles your nose.

“That’s right, little girl. Nice and quiet, huh? That’s how I like you.”

He runs the rough pads of his fingers over the skin of your throat, poking it with a firm press to touch himself. The action has you gagging, breaths stuttering as they come out of your nose.a

“Swallow,” Santa instructs you. You do as your told, swallowing around his cock as he rests inside your throat. “Bet you like it when I keep my sleigh in the garage like this. Nestled deep inside of you while you keep my cock warm. S’all you need to do, honey. No need to get all fussy, alright?” he asks.

You try your best to nod, telling him you understand. Still, he isn’t convinced.

“See, you’re hearing me but I don’t think you quite get it. Gotta really—” He withdraws from your mouth the slightest bit, only to slam back in with force from his hips. You choke again. “—communicate the point. Drive it home.”

He sets a punishing pace fucking your face, using your mouth for all it’s worth. Every time your throat bobs with a swallow, he squeezes your neck. The diminished airflow keeps you hazy, lightheaded as your vision swims. The sight and smell of him taking you like this has you wetter than the Atlantic Ocean, slick dripping from you down the seam of your ass.

“My little baby think’s she knows what’s best, huh? Only I get to determine when you’ve been a good girl. I know you think you are, but trust—fuck—trust me. Santa knows.”

Those words have you moaning around him, drool gathering on your lips and at the corners of your mouth.

“Gonna give you a little treat, alright? See how you like it.”

With another few thrusts, he’s spilling his silky load down your throat. Santa grunts roughly as each stripe paints your gullet. When he’s finished, he gives your cheek a gentle slap.

“Good job, honey,” he says as he slips out of you.

Hauling air into your lungs, your throat feels clogged. Cheekily, you blow him a bubble with the remnants left in your mouth. This earns you a rare-sought smile as he pops it, sticking his thumb in your mouth to suck. You lave your tongue over the ridges of it slowly, watching as Santa tucks his balls and cock into his fleece pants once again.

“You’re learning,” he whispers. From down here, it almost sounds endearing.

Santa uses the leverage on your head to push you back onto the table fully, the back of your skull resting against the warm table. Then he moves to the other end of your body, unlocking the small locks along the cuffs to release your hands and feet. Instinctively, you curl into yourself, nursing the spasming pain in your muscles.

You’re shocked when Santa engulfs your body in his arms, picking you up from the table in a cradling position.

“How does a nice hot bath sound?” he asks.

“Good, Santa. I’d like that,” you say. “Please and thank you.”

“Aw, honey. Bein’ a good little whore teaching you some manners, is it?”

He carries you from the shed-workshop, shielding your body from the Christmasville cold with the fluffy fabric of his coat sleeve.

“That’s a fuckin’ good girl,” Santa groans. You’re on his knees for him, panting against the table as you crane your neck to get a look at him. His eyes are trained to your rear, watching as he feeds his cock past the tight rim of your ass.

Your pussy flutters at the alluring sight, Mr. Claus purely enraptured as you take him into your body. He settles in your hole, pausing to savour the restricting warmth around his already spent cock. He’s been out here for a while, fucking your throat to train you out of that pesky gagging habit. Then he’d moved onto your pussy, giving it some well-deserved attention (his words) and wringing two orgasms from you.

“You’ve got a cute little cookie,” he says. “But nothing can beat the feel of this tight ass, honey.”

“Please, Mr. Claus. I need it,” you whisper.

“You’ll get it, little girl. Gonna be leaking pure Christmas Claus from all of your sweet fuckholes in no time.”

When he moves, he starts off slow, the glide aided by a generous helping of your slick, his cum, and some sort of sparkling lubricant.

“Snowman tears, honey. This shit will keep you slicker than egg nog.”

Each slow thrust has you moaning softly, the new sensation of fullness almost too much for your brain to process. You can’t think straight—not that you do much of that too often anymore anyway. Santa keeps a solid grip on your hips as he spears you, moans growing louder with each slide in and out of your asshole.

“Anyone ever had a piece of this brownie back here, little girl?”

“N-no, Mr. Claus. Just you.”

“That’s very nice to hear,” Santa says. “Ho ho, baby. This might just be enough to get you off that naughty list.”

Another thrust has you muttering a curse.

“Or not,” he says. “Sometimes I think you wanna stay there, honey.”

God, yes. Absolutely. If being bad gets you all of this? You’ll stay naughty forever.

Santa picks up speed, hand slithering down your side to find your clit. He takes advantage of your soaking folds, swiping a finger between them before returning it to your swollen nub. He pinches and pulls at it for a moment, more painful than pleasurable, before swirling around it with his index in time with every thrust.

Your forehead wrinkles as you draw your brows together, focusing on the candied coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter in your low belly. Squeezing your ass around him earns you a drawn out moan and a harsh slap on your left cheek.

“Fuckin’ little whore, aren’t you baby? Born for this, eh? Shit, this hot little ass is gonna be full of me.”

“Please Santa. Mr. Claus, I need it.”

“How bad do you need me, little girl? How bad d’you need your Santa?” he asks.

Your Santa. Like Mrs. Claus isn’t his wife, like the world doesn’t turn on his holiday dial. If he’s yours right now, there’s no way you’ll ever get to keep him.

“So bad, Santa. I need it so, so bad. Need to take it. Feel it drip out of me.”

You gasp with a particularly harsh thrust, teeth set on the edge of your lip. He flops over your back, chest meeting your spine as he turns you into a festive twinkie. When he’s done emptying himself inside you, Santa pulls his cock out of you in one go. You can feel it dribble past your fucked out sphincter, leaving dots of icing at the edges of your pussy.

He runs a soothing hand down your spine, moving around the work table to take your face into his hands.

“Santa’s little girl,” he coos. You aren’t sure if he’s talking to you or not. When he slips two fingers past your lips, you forget about it instantly.

He takes them away just as quickly, returning to your ass as Santa gathers his cum that’s spilled out of you and presses it back into your hole. Over-sensitivity rocks your body in waves, each gentle push of him of him cramming cum back inside giving you shivers.

You lay on the floor, thick blankets beneath you as you look up. Santa holds himself over you, inside of you, panting into the crux of your neck. You can still feel him pulsing, thick cock stretching you open as he grits his teeth through his orgasm. When he’s finished, he carefully pulls away from you to lay on his back beside you.

“You’re a good girl, honey,” he says. You can feel his cum start to leak back out of you.

“You think so?” you ask.

“I know so,” Santa says. “Don’t play coy. You know it too.”

You roll onto your side, hips parallel with the floor. Holding your head up with your arm, your eyes find his. “Then why am I still here?”

It’s been months. By now, it must be nearing the warmer months of the year in places unlike Christmasville—which stays bitterly cold all year long. If he knows that you’re good, if you’ve earned a spot on the nice list…why has he kept you?

“I’ve grown a little fond of you, I guess.” You give him a curious look. “Lonely out here for an old man.”

He doesn’t look that old, but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you say, “It gets lonely back home for me too.”

“I can’t imagine how that’s true,” Santa says.

You stretch your legs, toes bending as his sticky spend smears between your thighs. “I don’t know how to explain it. Kind of like a resounding emptiness. Everyone’s moving a little too fast to catch them in time. Here, it’s…slower. You’ve got a moment to appreciate the little things.”

The soft line of his jaw, the white-grey beard that he keeps trimmed shorter now than when you first met. The way his eyes roll back when you twirl your tongue in tricks around his cock, or the smile he gives you when a particular moan of yours spurs him on further. Not yours, not yours, not yours. Mr. Claus is not the present he promised you. He is a man and myth covered in red tape—do not touch. Even though that’s literally all the two of you ever do.

Santa Claus lets out a deep yawn, pulling at the white whiskers of his mustache above his lip. He’s only clothed from the waist up, his plush coat unbuttoned as it hangs loose by his hips.

He blinks a few times, eyes finding yours. “Come here, little girl.”

Santa motions you closer to him. You scoot across the soft fabric—had he said it was polar bear pelt?—and let him envelope you with his arms.

Your relationship has evolved much beyond the simple terms of Santa and his little toy. The sex is gentler, and he shows up more often now. Sometimes in the middle of the night, when you’re half asleep and drowsy. Your encounters don’t always start with sex now, either. Cuddling, gentle caresses to the skin of your throat and clavicle.  He always holds you as he does now, a sense of dread crawling through your gut as you anticipate when Santa will take his leave.

You don’t love Santa Claus. That thought alone is insane. But then again, none of this makes a lot of sense in the first place. Sure, he’s married. Sure, he is the most prolific gift-giver of contemporary western culture, a holly jolly icon for children and corporations everywhere. He is already everyone else’s. Does that mean he can’t be yours, too?

Santa presses a kiss to your shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. His cum is still seeping out of you, his cock wet and spent against the back of your thigh. These aren’t things to think about right now. Another time.

[vamqyr3]

u think u could do some smut with gaz?? there’s just not enough of it, literally anything i imagine him to be quite soft and loving icl

↳ KYLE “GAZ” GARRICK // PIG OUT. ୨୧

CW// BREEDING, RESTRAINING, DIRTY TALK, MENTIONS OF CAGES, DRY HUMPING, ONSIES, CRIB MENTION, FEM!READER, ECT.

NOTES// awe that so cute! Anyways, Pervert!Gaz treating you like breeding livestock.

There’s a distinct clink of metallic plastic on plastic. The links of handcuffs scrape into each other. The sound is ever constant, mocking the waves of his hips. Your nose deep into a pillow, damn near suffocating with two fingers wedged thick behind an elastic collar. Maybe this is his way of mercy, humping you senseless till inhibition melts away into slack. He’s billowing out hot smoke, towering over you strong and tall. Snapping you in half and demanding obedience with his left hand, other to your neck. He had been mad, carefully angry with you. Quick to listen to you beg to leave the spreader bar in its place over in the corner. How you would do well, speak kindly and make do.

There’s sharp jabs of pleasure here and there, mixing in with the frivolous heat induced friction of his waistband. It tickles, Gaz is lovingly gliding over the base of your spine. Trickling down between your waist and rigid back. A contrasting reminder to keep still and shut up. This is for him, your death, his gain.

Lined fingertips leave you a while to pull down the rest of his pant. The best of it coming down with his previous grinding. Had you been upright maybe he would’ve made you bite it off, dragged you by a knot in your hair and wrangled you still.

Fatty slaps replace metallic clicks, a soft connect between his dick and your upper half. His entrance comes without delay, it makes the cuffs spring off your back and wiggle around your wrists. Makes your spine curve to meet his weight and fabric stick to your lips with a sharp intake. His pride bites at his gummy lip, beating down approving noises. He scratches at your bloated cirvex with intention. Maybe he should’ve attached you to the crib he set up, fucked you there and left you to bake. Stuffed a blue onesie in your mouth to really shut you up, drive it home.

“Give me,” there’s a strained pause in his throat, “a son, bitch,”

Drool begins to pool in the slack of your mouth, first coaxing the collar then the sheets. His fingers tug at it, bring you back father with no breathing room. Not that you dared to move, lest he bring out harsher forms of punishment.

“I bet you’d look just as pretty round with a kid, honey,” he’s bullying your insides, voice tinted with sweet high honey. “Are you excited? Yeah, huh? Fuck, I bet you’d be just as sensitive,” your mind coasts to the thought of it. Mixing in with the pounding white noise of his hands clapping on your ass and the crude sharp hits jutting into your spine. It’s buttering down your thighs, oiling them wide and taunt, bulky lips bloating with pleasure.

He falls into a delicious rhythm, pressing you to warm the mattress and choking your wrists. Slowly, Gaz begins to swell up.

“Shit, I should keep you here, come back and make sure your nice and fucked,” he stabs your insides, mixing it to mush. “Would you like that baby? Huh? If I propped you up and fucked you like an animal?” You have half a mind to respond between wheezes and coughs. But you would. You would love for him to plug you wide with meaty fingers, stuff hot salty cum back between you and swallow what dared to escape. Lick the wet spots and worship every splatter. And with every sweet graze of his hipbone, red angry mark on your skin. Every pulse, squeeze and vibration, you wanted nothing more.

Gaz begins to bubble over, hand falling from your choker to waist. The slams sound even wetter, thick puff dribbles of gloss glissade down his thighs and mix into his happy trial. His twitching becomes sporadic, toppling over to steady himself onto you. Dumping heavy, brined loads of musty cum all throughout. A few crackled moans follow, and slowly his breathing shallows, steady. You roll on your side, assuming him to be spent.

Open mouthed and crusted with spit and salt, he grabs at you again by the thigh, steadying movement.

“Weren’t not done,”

[sassykattery]

The Club of the Unseen and Obscene, Part 2

Welcome, obscene one. This meant to be filth, so read at your own discretion.

This title is part of a series I'm doing where Altaira will be paired with various demons. The introduction will be the same, but her new partner will change. I won't put who it is here, but if you want to be sure it's a character you want to read, it'll be in the tags below. Maybe see if you can guess who it is based on the beginning!

Pairing: ? x oc! Altaira

Written in third person POV

CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Dom, sub, switch dynamics. Bondage straps. Handcuffs. Spreader bar. Minimal spanking. Safe word established. Oral m! and f! receiving. Unprotected sex. Edging. Slight degredation. piv sex. Degredation. Light choking. Creampie.

Themes: Sex club. Slight angst but short-lived. BDSM.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Part 1

"Hmm," Altaira murmured, examining a matte black envelope in her hands. It was addressed to her at the House of Lamentation, so she took it with her to her bedroom. Flipping it over, it said, "From The Unseen and Obscene."

Curious and slightly concerned, she used her nail to slide under the lip of the envelope near the top edge and slid it across to slice it open. She then fished out a black holographic card with black sparkling lace details along the edges. It was blank until she took a good look at the card as words began to appear.

"It has come to our attention that you are of beautiful prestige and exotic in your humanness. We here at the Club of the Unseen and Obscene wish to invite you to our wonderland of renowned pleasure. We eagerly await your response. Come at your earliest convenience on the night of the next full moon for your acceptance."

An address then appeared across the bottom of the card, and quickly, she took a picture. Rightfully so, because the words began to disappear again. She flipped it over and just saw the words in a beautiful script, "Seeing is obscene, angelic one."

Altaira walked over to her dresser and slid the card under her folded undergarments. She walked back over to her bedside to sit and do a web search for the club the card mentioned. After some reading, she found that the address was listed under a business in creating spots for online dates to meet up.

Immediately, she switched over to texting Asmodeus.

Altaira: Asmo.

Asmo: Yes, kitten?

Altaira: Club of the Unseen and Obscene, have you heard of it?

Asmo: ...

Within eight seconds, there was a knock on her door, and before she could answer, Asmo walked in and locked it behind him. He had a serious look on his face.

"Show me," Asmo demanded, his hand held out. She found the photo in her phone and showed it to the demon. He looked it over, and his eyes widened.

"What?"

"This... Well, it's a prestigious honor, to be sure. But, uh... I don't think it's your speed, honey," Asmo admitted.

"What is it?"

"It's hard to explain because every experience is different. A group of lust demons own the club, and every set of guests has an entirely different experience. How it works is that they send out invites to those they deem "worthy" of attending their "parties." Those who receive certain invites for a particular week will experience something no other group gets to see," Asmo replied, handing her phone back.

"Have you been?" She asked quietly.

"I have, just once. That's all anyone is allotted is a one-time entry," Asmo answered, sitting on the edge of her bed. She joined him as well.

"What was your experience like?" She pressed.

"That's another thing; we're not allowed to talk about it. What happens in the club stays in the club," he answered vaguely.

"Should I go?" Altaira then looked down at her feet, feeling confused and unsure of herself.

"There's no harm in going– well, I take that back. You are human, so there's always harm here. But I will take you there and ensure they won't do anything to you," Asmo offered. "And you can always back out at any time. They have a strict consent policy, and that consent may be withdrawn at any point in the experience."

She then nodded and looked askance, feeling nervous.

"Okay. I'll go."

Altaira's eyes snapped back at her shoes as they walked. Asmo had dropped her off and she followed the demon who welcomed her at the front desk. Finally, they stopped at another door just ahead of the demon, who then turned and stepped back.

"I believe your other half is already here. Have fun, and welcome to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene, angelic one," the demon announced with a bow.

"Who is it? There's more? Or just one?" She asked timidly. "And what are we doing? I'd like some explanation first."

"I cannot give away such secrets, little angel. Just know we have curated an experience that you've dreamt of, and you will lack nothing when you're inside," the demon replied. "And that of who is already is inside has the same desires, and therefore you are part of their experience as well, just as they are yours."

Suddenly, the demon turned away and walked off down the hallway, eventually disappearing in the darkness.

Altaira stared at the doorknob for a few seconds before grabbing it and turning it, keeping her eyes on the floor. She walked in and closed the door, keeping her back to the rest of the room as she laid her head against the door, unsure of whatever was about to happen.

"It seems quiet tonight," Mammon mused out of boredom from his seat in the common room. Satan looked up from his book.

"I suppose so," he replied.

"I'm gonna go bug Altaira," Mammon announced, sitting up to leave. Just then, Asmo walked by and stopped in the entryway, looking at his nails.

"I'm afraid she's out for the night," the fifth born stated.

"Out? For the night? Where?" Mammon asked in an offensive tone.

"She received her invitation to the Club of the Unseen and Obscene," Asmo informed him.

Satan's brows shot up. "The sex club you and Solomon went to all those decades ago? Why her? I didn't think they let in non-magic humans."

"Sex club? That one owned by the Libidine Group?" Belphie asked, suddenly waking up in the corner of the room. "And Altaira's there? I didn't think she'd go to something like that."

"I bribed the attendant into telling me who the other invitees were. She'll be just fine," Asmo purred with a sadistic smile.

"I don't want to know," Satan rolled his eyes, returning to his book.

"Well, I do! What if they hurt her! I'm going over there," Mammon snapped, shooting to his feet and dashing out of the House.

"He'll regret that," Asmo mused, walking back to his bedroom to retire.

After taking a few deep breaths, Altaira looked up and over her shoulder at the room she entered. The walls were black, hardwood floors black, and a giant Alaskan King bed in the center with white silk sheets, lots of blankets and pillows, and crimson rose petals scattered around the bed on the floor. The center of the room where the bed was seemed to be illuminated the most, with the corners of the room so dark she couldn't see much else.

She eventually left the door to walk across the room. Stopping short of the foot of the bed, she looked down, dusting her fingers across the pearly white sheets. There were two long bedside tables, one on each side of the bed.

"Welcome, angelic ones. We are honored to have you join us. Tonight, we have curated an experience we think will be up to your... preferences. Your desires shall be made seen, and your kinks will be... obscene. Everything and anything you should need for the night will be located in the side tables or along the walls. Should there be any emergency or need to stop, simply hit the red button next to the door. And, good night, you two."

The voice was one she hadn't heard before, and she was too busy trying to think of who could've said it to hear someone walk up behind her.

"So you are the angel I was paired with. I can't say I'm disappointed," a deep melodic voice purred in her ear.

She froze then, eyes wide and heart pounding. Surely he wasn't invited as well? Or certainly he wouldn't accept? She thought this would be beneath him, or that at least, she was beneath him. With his name on her lips, she whispered,

"... Lucifer."

"A smart guess," Lucifer mused. She slowly turned and cranked her head back to look up at the demon, standing there in his casual clothes, sans overcoat. He studied her facial expression, trying to decipher if she was happy to see him or not.

"I'm surprised," she replied neutrally. "I thought this would be beneath you."

"Ordinarily it is, but I was curious to know who the owners thought they could dare to pair with me," he replied arrogantly. Her left brow just barely twitched, something he knew to be indicating of her displeasure. His face and tone softened finally. "Anyone else and I would have left by now."

"Right," she mumbled, turning away. His own brow twitched with curiosity, wishing he could pry her open to know what that one word truly meant. "Well, I'm still not sure what it is we are supposed to be doing here. No one will really explain it to me."

"It can be whatever we like, Altaira," he stated quietly. "Why don't we sit?" He suggested. She nodded and turned to sit back onto the edge of the bed, scooting back a little to let her legs dangle off the edge. He sat next to her, his shoulder just mere inches away from hers. The Avatar observed her body posture, noting that she was clearly nervous, unsure, and confused.

"I suppose it would be nice to get to know you better," she finally stated. It was a start, in his mind, at least.

"Indeed. What would you like to know?" He asked quietly, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs to roll the sleeves up around his elbows.

"Why me? You said anyone else, and you'd've left," she inquired.

"Isn't it obvious?" He asked condescendingly, looking down at her. She looked up at him and shook her head. "I'm interested in you," he answered.

She stood up and grumbled, "I thought you said you'd never stoop so low as to be interested in a human."

He snatched her wrist before she could walk away. "That was before I got to know you, before you lived with us for as long as you have. You've been a gift to my brothers... and me."

She turned and looked down at where he held her, thinking about her next action.

"Don't go," he murmured, watching for her reaction.

He kept holding her wrist as she fully faced him and stepped closer, stopping between his knees.

"What do you want from me?"

He then brought her hand up, turning her wrist over so his lips brushed her knuckles.

"Whatever you'll allow me to have," he answered.

"And you want me? Like, want me?"

"More than anything I've ever wanted in my many millennia of existence," he answered again.

Her gaze finally softened then, her body relaxing and losing its rigid posture. He took the opportunity to pull her in closer, and instinctively, her hands landed on his shoulders as he barely looked up at her. The height difference from him sitting and her standing wasn't that great. He caught her scent then, and it took quite a bit of restraint on his part to not seize her in that moment.

"What do you want of me?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

She shifted on her feet, clearly a bit uncomfortable but not running away either. Her eyes fell to her feet, noting how close she was to him in that moment.

"For a long time, I wanted you. But I knew deep down I was never going to be good enough, and it's just easier to not want someone you can't have," she answered sadly.

"It's not that you're not good enough for me, precious, it's that you're too good for me. You deserve more than a demon to be at your side," he murmured, using his other hand to reach out to tuck the strands that had fallen in front of her face back behind her ear.

"You said–"

"I'm saying now," he interrupted her firmly.

She bit her lip and finally looked back up at him, seeing the honesty in his gaze and the near desperation in the way he held onto her. He wasn't going to let go without a proper fight.

"Kiss me."

He didn't even blink at her command. Instantaneously, he was pulling her toward him and placing a hand to cup her cheek as their lips collided. Her taste was sweet, just like he imagined she would be, almost like cake frosting. The moment she opened her mouth just slightly, he took the liberty of deepening the kiss with his tongue sliding through her mouth to greet her tongue. His taste was slightly bitter and a little tart like wine but mostly reminiscent of coffee.

His hands began to wander, the one finally releasing her wrist but then encircling her lower waist, just above her hips, to keep her still. The other trailed down from her cheek and on to trace his fingers over her clothes to map out her curves. She melted into him, her torso grazing his and feeling the warmth radiating from his body.

Feeling herself start to stumble and lose oxygen, she pulled away and stood straight again, panting as she looked at him. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were glossy. He didn't make a single move, waiting to see what she wanted next, because as much as he had his own desires for the evening, he wasn't going to leave her wanting for anything, not with him.

"Do you..." she started to ask but looked away. His gloved hand took hold of her chin and guided her to look at him again. "Do you want me? To... have sex with me?"

"I do, and so much more. I want to give you every experience you've ever hoped for or dreamed of. Tell me what you desire most, and I will make it happen, pumpkin," he murmured in reply.

With guided movements from Lucifer, he pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. Her arms wrapped over his shoulders, and his hands purchased her hips.

"I like being... submissive," she confessed.

"Mm, I see," he purred. "Would you like me to take control then?" She nodded. "What else, my little darling?"

"I like the idea of being tied up or bound– of being at your mercy," she added. A smile twitched on his lips and he couldn't help how the rest of his body began to ignite at her words, his cock twitching with excitement.

"And have you done any of this before?"

"N-No... I'm sorry if you don't–" she started to backpeddle.

"I would love nothing more than to indulge in your desires, precious. But we need to set up some rules– to keep us safe," he informed her gently. "Think of a word you want to say when you want me to stop completely."

She looked down for a moment and met his gaze again. "Yameru."

"And another for when you need my attention for something, but not necessarily to completely stop."

"Wisteria."

"Yameru and wisteria," he repeated to her. "Would you like to start?" She nodded. "Shall I take the lead?" She nodded again. "Stand," he ordered.

Coming off his lap, she took a step back, and he came to his feet, towering over her.

"Hands up," he commanded again. She followed his words with ease, her eyes wide with intrigue. Her hands came up, and he shuffled her blouse up and over her head. He eyed her black lace bra with a crimson lining, satisfied to see her in his colors. They were striking against her skin.

"Stay," he ordered again, turning away to one of the bedside tables. He opened the top drawer to find exactly what he was after. After making his selection, he closed the drawer and approached the human again.

She looked at the black leather bondage straps in his hands, watching as he laid them on the bed.

"I want to test one or two of these first on you, and then you'll tell me if you're okay with it," he stated. She nodded.

He knelt down to the floor in front of her and took one of the straps, wrapping it over her clothed upper thighs. He fastened the belt quickly and looked up at her when he was satisfied.

"How does that feel?" He asked softly.

"I like it," she replied quietly.

"Does it hurt?"

"No."

"Good." He then unfastened it and laid it back on the bed, selecting a longer but thinner strap. "Arms down to your sides." After she was ready, he looped it around her upper arms, just above her elbows, and over her chest and back, strapping her in so her upper arms couldn't move. "And how's this against your skin?" He asked as he finished the fastening.

"Feels nice," she replied very softly, looking down at the black leather keeping her bound. Inwardly, he was elated at her fascination. He adored her intrigue as she stared with wide doe eyes. She was no virgin, but her lack of experience in this moment was endearing.

"I can work with you with your undergarments on or off. Which would you prefer?" He asked neutrally, taking off the strap around her arms and upper torso. "It's up to you."

"Um, on, please... for now," she replied. He nodded and set the strap down and then returned to slip off her jeans, leaving her in her matching undergarments.

"Keep going?"

"Yes, please," she mumbled. He chuckled darkly and swept her hair up to let it cascade down her back again.

"So polite," he murmured. "I'm going to put these on you, okay? You just tell me if you need anything adjusted." She nodded again and hummed her approval.

One by one, he took the black straps and fastened them around her body, starting with her arms. Two went over them above her elbows. He took her hands and clasped them together behind her back, collapsing a set of black leather handcuffs around them. He then bound her forearms with a few more straps. For looks, he added more around her torso, over her covered breasts, bare waist, and just above her hips.

"How do you feel?" He murmured in her ear from behind.

"Good," she answered softly.

"Good. Now, can you turn and sit for me?"

She nodded and turned on her heels to sit on the edge of the bed, facing him while sitting upright.

"Good girl. Let's have some fun, shall we, precious?" He cooed to her lovingly, a mischievous glint in his eye at the word "fun."

Lucifer took off his gloves, tossing them aside. She watched with vested interest as he reached below and started undoing his belt. He noticed how she perked up even more as he fished his already-stiff cock out of his slacks, the tip blazing red and ready for attention.

"Open," he ordered firmly. She opened her mouth obediently and looked up at him with wide eyes. He fed her his cock slowly, setting the head against her warm, wet tongue as his hips slid forward. His free hand went to her hair to wrap her blonde locks around his fist. More than halfway in, he stopped and let her adjust, enthralled by how she only looked up at him.

"Pretty pet you are, looking at me like that. Think you can handle this for me?" He cooed again, almost sounding mocking but only somewhat unintentionally. She responded by closing her mouth around his cock and running her tongue along the underside of it, causing him to groan. Using her hair locked around his hand, he began moving her back and forth, using her mouth like a toy. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked him off like she knew he wanted.

"Mm, you are divine, precious. You're– hah, making me feel good," he praised her. He could see the appreciation in her twinkling eyes as he continued using her mouth. All the while, he could sense her arousal seeping through then, that illustrious perfume that he'd been dying to get a taste of, too. And now that she was here... well, a demon doesn't say no to temptation very well, do they?

Pulling his cock out with a wet pop, he let her breathe, a bit of spit glistening along the corners of her lips.

"I'm going to move you around. I need to taste you," he grunted. He took a hold of hers straps and drug her up the bed, forcing her to lay back. Walking back down to the foot of the bed, he knelt down to the floor and spread her legs wide. He saw her bring her head up, watching nervously as he brought his hands to the highest part of her inner thighs and his face rather close to her more sacred space.

"K-Keep going," she whispered. He smirked and licked a long stripe up the crotch of her panties, causing her to flex beneath her bindings.

One of his long fingers hooked into the fabric from one side and drug it over to reveal her shiny, wet pussy spread open just for him. His other hand reached around and brought the leg he was holding onto his shoulder. After pressing a hot kiss to her cunt, he licked another long stripe up her sex and deeply inhaled her arousal. Unable to resist, he buried his face in and ate her out like a madman.

"Oh!" She squealed suddenly, unprepared for the pleasure be brought to her. He lavishly lapped at her clit, giving it some much needed attention, sometimes sucking on it audibly. Her back arched as much as it could with her current confinement.

"So sweet," he mumbled into her lower lips. More of her slick started to accumulate around her entrance, so he brought his tongue down to prod around it. Her hips rolled into his ministrations, clearly asking for more. Slowly, he slid his tongue in and sent it swirling to rub against her walls.

She squealed again, tightening down on his muscle and obviously getting close to her first orgasm.

"Beg."

A strangled whimper left her throat before she started to whine, "Please! I'm so close, Lucifer. Please, make me cum!"

The way she even said his name made him moan, the vibrations adding to her bliss. Returning to her clit, he swirled his tongue over and around it again and again, feeling her body tense up and noticed her breath become shallow. Her head was thrown back, and she struggled with not being able to move, but that only added to the sensation he brought to her.

"Cum for me," he snapped.

A wash of heat came over her as her release started, her walls clenching around nothing. He sucked on her clit hard, carrying her well past the boundaries of her orgasm and into overstimulation. She cried and cried for him, her voice more sonorous than any record he cared to listen to. He finally eased up on her and relaxed back to wipe his mouth.

Her body continued to lightly convulse and twitch with every few seconds that passed by. She finally sighed after a couple of minutes and sagged into the mattress.

"You did well," he purred to her. She lazily brought her head up to look at him in her post-orgasmic haze.

"Thank... you..." she rasped in a broken voice, letting her head fall back.

"Think you're ready for more?" He asked, caressing her smooth upper thighs and squeezing them possessively.

"Mhmm," she hummed playfully, her thighs coming together around his head. He chuckled and kissed both of them, leaving dark hickies and playful bites along her flesh.

Satisfied with his work, he stood to his feet and took hold of the strap wrapped around her waist and rolled her over onto her stomach. Leaning over her, he reached across the bed for a pillow. He lifted her hips and stuffed the pillow beneath her. "Is that comfortable?"

"Yes," she mumbled into the mattress. She then heard him walk around the bed and look through one of the side tables again. Shortly thereafter, he came back around and began to strap something around her ankles. She then heard a metal clank as he twisted something between her legs.

"This is a spreader bar. I think you can imagine what it's for," he said with a smirk. Her ass wriggled in the air in response, and without another thought, he gave her a firm spank across it, causing her to moan.

She heard some rustling sounds behind her and took a guess as to it was Lucifer undressing as she heard his clothes hit the floor.

"You are so good at being patient for me... Do you think you're ready for your reward?" He mused to her, his warm hand caressing the area that he spanked.

"Mhmm," she hummed in reply.

"Speak up," he ordered.

"Yes, I'm ready," she said with her head turned. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely..." he purred. Kneeling down behind her, he took his place to rub his cock against her spread pussy. He was still so hard for her. It was difficult to maintain his composure up until this point. She whimpered and squirmed, delighting him in how desperate she was. He continued to just slide his cock through her folds, teasing her clit and, well, himself too.

"Do you want this?" He asked mockingly, tapping the head against her clit.

"Yes! Yes please I need your cock inside me," she whined. He felt more of her slick start to run over his hand and cock.

His thoughts were rampant of how perfectly pliant and desperate she was. He took a moment to look over her body, how the straps contrasted with her skin and pressed deliciously into her soft, plush flesh. He observed how she looked bent over in front of him, her ass and cunt just perfectly displayed for his viewing pleasure alone. Silently, he thanked whoever sent him this wonderful human, because he wasn't about to let her go.

Ever.

The Avatar sank forward and pushed his leaking tip into her cunt, instantly feeling the satisfaction of being inside something so warm and wet. His hands gripped her hips tightly, trying to keep himself together as he sank deeper and heard her beautiful cries of pleasure.

"Lucifer!"

Her whole body flexed and writhed, with little slack to let her move the way she wanted to. The walls of her pussy clenched hard around his length, causing him to gasp and tense up too. She, this little human, this little woman who made herself at home in his heart, was the embodiment of sin and his love, all wrapped up in one.

"That's it. You took me so well," he groaned as he finally fit all the way in. The head of his cock pushed up against her cervix and throbbed against her tightness.

She whined and flexed hard again. "Please."

"Please, what, darling?" He cooed, running his hands up her back.

"Please... take me," she finally replied after waiting a few beats.

"Gladly," he murmured with a smirk, his hands coming back to rest on her hips.

He drew back slowly, his cock running over her sweet spots and causing her to writhe as much as she could against his body and the mattress. When his tip just nudged the inside of her entrance, he thrusted in gently but a little faster.

She cried in ecstasy as white sparks flew across her vision. "Ooooh!"

Using this move a few more times, he had her absolutely on the very precipice of her orgasm. She felt the burn within her core as her fiery desire ignited.

"I'm close, Luci, please," she whimpered out to him, attempting to wriggle her hips in his hands.

"Use your words, what do you want?" He mocked her only slightly.

"I wanna cum... on your cock," she rasped.

"You'll cum when I tell you to, pet," he snapped, smacking her ass on the word "I."

"Ah!" She yelped, writhing again. He pulled out completely and replaced his cock with just one of his fingers. She whimpered at the loss of his thickness filling her. It was an easy glide in, and he gently rocked the digit in and out of her pussy.

"What's wrong? Is this not enough for you?" He asked her in faux concern with a wicked smile. The webbed sticky slick on his hand made him groan internally.

"Lucifer..." she whined in a low pitch.

"I'm here, precious. Answer my question: Is my finger not enough?" He purred darkly.

"Noo..." she groaned again.

He added another, fucking her with his middle and ring fingers.

"How about this? Is this enough?" He asked again, his other hand rubbing her hip.

"Lucifer, please," she growled in frustration.

"So greedy, aren't you? Tell me you need my cock, darling," he ordered, slowing his words for emphasis at the end.

"I need your cock, Lucifer," she repeated. He curled his fingers and stroked her g-spot.

"Say that my cock is the only one that can satisfy you."

"Your cock... is the one one that satisfy me," she repeated again, sounding more desperate with every syllable.

"Very good pet," he praised her, pulling his hand away and leaving her empty again. He backed away at first and leaned down to kiss her back and around the top parts of her ass, caressing her as he moved.

When he was done, he took his place once more, kneeling behind her. He held his throbbing cock in his hand, dancing on the edge himself. Without warning, he slid all the way into her cunt and let his hips become flush with her ass. It knocked the wind out of her and left her gasping.

"Now, I want you to cum on my cock," he growled. With inhuman strength and speed, he grabbed onto one of the straps around her back and pulled her up so that she was no longer laying against the mattress, but now hovering above it, perpendicular to the demon. He began pounding into her, keeping his hold and meeting her ass with his hips for every recoil, to rail her that much harder.

It took only moments for her to be screaming his name in ecstasy, her body quivering with its release. Her walls gripped him like a vice again, fluttering and convulsing around his cock. She felt nothing but pleasure in that moment, totally lost in a sea of bliss. But her mind still stayed afloat as she called out to him.

"Please! Cum inside me! I need it," she whined so lewdly. He almost started to look shocked, but that quickly fell into a look of devilish pride and lust at her plea.

"You need my cum inside you? Are you just a little slut for me to spill into?" He sneered at her. She only shook harder at his words, becoming more lost in the moment.

"Yes! Please just do it, I'm begging. Want to feel full," she slurred.

Fuck. Perfection, he thought.

"Oh, I'll fill you up, pumpkin," he replied with a devilish smile on his face. "Ready?"

"I'm ready! Pleeeeeeease!" She whined back to him. He groaned and fucked her that much harder, just slamming his hips into her and ramming his cock against her poor cervix.

At that moment, she was literally sobbing incoherently with tears of euphoria teaming down her face as she orgasmed once more, the hardest she'd ever felt on her life. He pulled on her straps to bring her back flush to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her shoulder. His release followed seconds later, and he huffed into her neck while he kept her in a tight hold. Her release kept her twitching and moaning, which only served to make him cum that much harder as he spilled spurt after spurt of his warm seed deep inside her. It was already spilling out around him, but he held on as they writhed against one another.

It was only when she was suddenly silent and her body felt more like a ragdoll that he finally laid her gently against the mattress, following himself to wrap around her back as he kept his cock snug inside her, unwilling to part just yet.

"Lucifer," she mumbled.

"Yes?" He panted in her ear.

"Wisteria."

"What do you need?"

"I'd like to get out of these... it's too much," she whispered.

"Of course. Let me get you out," he murmured and kissed her ear.

Quickly and expertly, within a minute, she was out of her bindings and sitting up on the edge of the bed while Lucifer placed everything back. Finished, he turned to face her.

"Better? Doing okay?" He asked, caressing her cheek.

"Better," she affirmed. "Come here," she then beckoned, reaching up to him. He gently knelt down and followed her guided movements to lie down on the bed with her, lying on their sides together. His hands swept through her hair, kissing her softly.

"Thank you," she murmured to him, looking up at him adoringly. "That was... amazing."

"Your enjoyment and the way you're looking at me now is more than enough thanks," he cooed with a small smile.

"Can I... do something?" She asked a bit timidly.

"What is it, pumpkin?"

"Can I take... control?"

Lucifer looked only surprised for a moment. In the next, he looked her over.

"Do you think you can handle that?" He asked sincerely and to tease her.

Altaira suddenly swung herself over, pulling him with her to push him on his back, straddling his muscular thighs.

"At least let me try," she replied softly. He merely smirked and resigned himself to whatever she wanted.

"Go on, Master," he answered.

She grinned and grabbed his hands that had naturally fallen into her hips. The human woman then placed his hands back against the mattress.

"Don't move unless I tell you to," she ordered without using their pact. The Avatar of Pride laid there obediently.

Looking around first, she began situating herself, hovering over his cock with her hands pressed into his toned chest.

"How did it feel to finally fuck me? To make me yours?" She asked with a husky tone to her sweet voice.

"Like a moth to a flame. Drawn to and longing for, but I could lose myself in you so easily," he replied. "Now that I've had a taste, I'd let the world crumble beneath us before I let someone else have you."

She then sank down onto his cock, slowly. Agonizingly slow.

"Mm, that's the right answer," she murmured with a small smile. With a pace just as slow as when she was sinking down on his length, she began to rock her hips back and forth as she rode him. He hummed in content in return, clearly enjoying the show while he watched her on top of him.

His hands started to reach for her, but she quickly grabbed his wrists and threw them back against the mattress to pin them down next to his head. "I said don't move," she reminded him with a smirk.

He looked back at her with a smirk on his own lips, but the lust in his eyes betrayed him. "Yes, Master," he purred.

She then continued to ride him, increasing the pace to her liking as his cock rubbed against her sweet spots. "You're gonna be good for me, aren't you?" She asked teasingly.

"Mhm," he hummed, watching her in fascination.

She let go of one of his wrists and gently grasped his neck. "Use your words," she ordered.

"I'm yours, I'll be good for you," he groaned, feeling her tighten down on his cock. He fought to keep his hips still, but once she was gripping his length so tightly with her soft, wet walls, he was losing the battle. His hips just barely tipped upward, cueing her to what he wanted.

"You want to fuck me so bad, don't you?" She asked with false concern, her eyes glittering with pride and lust. When he didn't answer, she gently choked him. "Answer me."

"Yes," he rasped. "Please, let me fuck you."

"Make it feel good for me," she commanded, releasing her hold and taking his hands to lay on her hips. "Fuck your master."

He quickly pulled on her shoulders to bring her down flush with him, and then his hands came back to her hips. Adjusting his angle, he tilted his hips up and brought his knees up to dig his heels into the bed. Unwilling to wait a moment more, he thrusted into her roughly, her moans starting to bounce with her. He kept one hand on her hip, and the other came up to brush his fingers through her hair. Keeping his hand on the back of her head, he fucked her relentlessly. He was rewarded with cries and sobs of "Yes!" and "Harder!" To which, of course, he obliged.

She looked up at the demon with teary eyes and finally lurched forward to kiss him passionately, with equal reciprocation from him. He swallowed her cries, and she took his moans and pants. Her inner coils began to break, feeling a deeply-rooted sensation build within her.

"Lucifer," she rasped as she white-knuckled the pillows beneath him.

"Let go, just let go," he encouraged her. "Cum for me, Master."

And she did. With a short scream, she squirted all over his cock, trembling in his grasp. It was enough to send him over the edge, too. A growl vibrated in his chest as he tried to fuck her through, but when she cried, "Cum inside me," for the second time that night, he wasn't going to deny her. His hips stuttered as he released inside her, pumping her full of him, again. But he continued thrusting into her until her whole body was shaking from overstimulation. He then eased his pace to a slow and gentle thrusting of his hips.

"Was that good?" He asked, his lips brushing her cheek as he nuzzled her temple.

"Yes," she panted. "You did well."

And the pair fucked long into the night, switching control between the two like it was their hundredth time doing this. There was an ease to pleasuring one another. Of course, there were moments where they just basked in one another's bare essence, curled up together and talking for hours at a time. Lucifer was in awe of her, how she was eager to please and experiment with him. Altaira was equally fascinated by him, how easily he took everything they did, even when something didn't quite work for whatever reason, he found a way to work around and keep the scene going.

For these two, it was their own slice of sexual paradise.

Mammon woke up suddenly, having scared himself awake with his own snoring. He looked around, hoping no one had seen that. The second born had found a spot across the street, sat up on the ground against the outer wall of an old bowling alley that had long since left that building.

As luck would have it, he blearily looked up to see Altaira finally exiting the club. He looked at the time, surprised to see it was so late in the morning, but he was even more surprised to see his older brother walking out behind her. The pair walked over to the demon's car, and chivalrously, the Avatar of Pride opened the passenger door for her. Before sliding in, he kissed her temple and held her hand as she lowered herself in.

Mammon watched with an ache in his heart as the two drove away. At least she was safe, he told himself. He knew Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her.

The Avatar of Greed just wished it had been him instead.

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[devirnis]

powerful with a little bit of tender HELLO? 👀

Rachel <333

Filth, filth, filth

He wraps a hand around Evan’s cock, marvelling at how smooth the slide is. “Christ,” he says reverently. “You’re so wet for me.” Evan tries to buck up into Tommy’s grip, but Tommy’s weight on the spreader bar keeps him fairly immobilized. Tommy continues with his languid pace and Evan whines in frustration. “Patience, honey,” Tommy says. “You wrapped yourself up so nicely for me. Let me play with my present.” He twists his hand on the next upstroke, earning him a delightful high-pitched keen. “I missed this. Missed you, and all the sweet noises you make when you’re desperate.”

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 13: Restraints with sub!Hyunjin

Trigger warnings: none?

Content warnings: restraints (rope, thigh spreader bar), names (miss, baby, angel, honey, darling, sweet boy, good boy), prostate massage, praise, little bit of hair pulling if you squint, mc gets possessive, jinnie’s just a desperate boy

Summary: He just looks so pretty when he’s completely at your mercy…

Word count: 2110

Tags: @hyuckilstan @mork-ly @wubbster @critssq @skzgallll

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“You sure about this? I mean, you can call it quits at any time, I just wanna make sure you’re entirely comfortable with the whole thing.”

“Relax, y/n, I’m positive. I’ve wanted to try it out for a while but I finally got the nerve to ask you after you pinned me down last week - which, by the way, was the hottest thing you’ve ever done.” He grinned at you as he sat on the edge of the bed and fiddled with the rope before placing it beside him. “Besides, I convinced you to buy all this stuff, it’s only sensible that we get at least one use out of it.” He added, though he knew he’d enjoy it far too much to only do it once.

He didn’t give you a chance to ask any further questions as he stood and tugged his shirt off. You let out a sigh as you watched, taking in his slender form. He stepped closer and placed his hands on your waist, looking down at you with a fond smile when you slid your hands up his biceps and over his shoulders. Finally, you tangled your hand in his long blonde hair and pulled him down for a kiss.

His pillowy lips felt like heaven against yours and you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into the plush flesh there, earning a small sound of appreciation from him. Your grip on his hair tightened in an attempt to make him whine and you were pleasantly surprised when he pulled you closer, pressing his half-hard dick against you. Your hand that rested on his shoulder until now slipped down his body as you backed away to create just the smallest amount of space between you.

You flattened your palm across the front of his tight black joggers, swallowing the moan he let out into your mouth. You felt him harden under your touch as you ran your hand along his length and his breath hitched when you gripped him through his pants and gave a gentle squeeze. You pulled back and looked up at him with a challenging grin, waiting for any further reaction. When none came, you began to stroke him through the thick cotton and tugged his head back so you could kiss along his jaw.

He made another small sound when your teeth grazed his skin. It was adorable how quickly he fell apart from just a few rough touches. “How pretty…I wonder how many more of those noises I can pull out of you…” You teased. “How about we find out?” You muttered against his neck and he shivered.

He abruptly pulled back and sat on the bed again, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Please?” He knew how much you liked it when he begged and he fully intended to come across as increasingly desperate so you’d call him a good boy.

“Middle of the bed.” You hummed with a hint of a smile. He eagerly obeyed and centered himself on the bed before laying back on the pillows. You’d spent hours studying and practicing during the last week and by now you knew how to tie basic handcuffs and anchor them to his waist so he couldn’t move his arms. You’d attempted to learn how to bind his legs but realized it would require a lot more practice than you had time for, so you stuck with the simple cuffs and the thigh spreader bar you didn’t know he’d ordered until it showed up on your doorstep two days after he asked you to restrain him.

You quickly tied the knot and held the loops up to examine your work before motioning for him to sit up. He sat up and held out his hands, which you quickly passed the loops over. You tightened down the knot and then tied another to secure it before taking the ends and feeding them around his sides to his back. You moved behind him and tied a quick surgeon’s knot, cinching the rope around his waist so it wasn’t so tight that it would hurt him but enough that he couldn’t wriggle free. You didn’t miss the way his breath hitched when you pulled the rope tight. “You can lay back down now, honey.” You said as you moved from the bed.

He did as he was told, getting comfy while you grabbed the spreader bar from where he’d placed it by the dresser. You came back and laid it on the mattress, crawling onto the bed and straddling his lap a moment later. “Hi.” He whispered as you caged him in and leaned down, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

“Hi.” You whispered back and pecked the tip of his nose. He scrunched his nose cutely as you pulled back to admire him. “You ready, Jinnie?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper as you lightly caressed his jaw with your knuckles while propping on one hand. He leaned into your touch and nodded, shivering slightly.

You leaned down and stole a quick kiss before moving to trail your lips down his neck. He was somewhat miffed when you pulled away so quickly but was pacified the second you licked over his pulse point. He let out a hum of appreciation as you littered his neck and shoulders with kisses, gasping every time you nipped at his skin. He was extremely reactive and it only fueled you as you moved lower. When you reached his chest, you couldn’t help but suck a mark into his tan skin, right over his heart. “You’re mine. You know that right?”

He whimpered at your possessive words and the way your lips felt on his skin and nodded vigorously. “All yours.” He agreed and you pressed one last kiss to the hickey before sitting up. You moved off his lap and reached for the waistband of his joggers and he swiftly lifted his hips to help you undress him.

You pulled them off with his underwear in one go and he let out a sigh as his cock sprang free, twitching when you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his hip. “Legs apart.” You instructed as you grabbed the spreader bar from behind you and moved down the bed.

His cheeks went a soft pink color as he spread his legs, flustered at the idea of opening himself up to you like this. You found it amusing how shy he was getting when you’d already done far more intimate things with him during the course of your relationship.

You wrapped the soft cuffs around his thighs and made sure the Velcro was secure before giving his knees a gentle squeeze. “Tell me if you need to stop.” He nodded and you let your hands slide upwards until you reached his dick.

He whined quietly as you wrapped a hand around his length and you shushed him with a soothing hand on his hip. You leaned over and let a string of spit drip down onto the already-leaking head of his cock, spreading it around with your hand a moment later. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath as you began to work his dick, squeezing the head on the upstroke and swiping your thumb over the tip teasingly.

He made a choked sound when you closed your mouth around just the tip, your hand working the rest while your tongue swirled around the head. His hips bucked involuntarily when you pressed your tongue against the slit. You swatted his thigh and he rushed out an apology, lifting his head from the pillows to look at you. You felt him twitch at the sight that greeted him and smirked as you pulled off.

“Why don’t you let me make you see stars, baby? Does that sound good?”

“Yes! Yes, please, y/n…” he moaned and you winked at him before settling on your belly between his legs. You grabbed the bar so he didn’t try to move and wet two fingers. Pressing one to his hole, you looked up to gauge his reaction to your teasing and massaging.

Slowly, you pushed a finger into him and kissed his thigh when you noticed his eyebrows drawn down. You couldn’t tell if it was concentration or discomfort so you took more care just to be on the safe side. “You’re doing so well, sweet boy.” You cooed, watching as his expression shifted and he smiled to himself at the praise. “How do you feel?”

“So good…” He breathed out, wiggling his hips when he felt fully relaxed around your finger. “Can I have another?” He asked bashfully and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn him down so you spit directly on his hole. You were careful as you added your middle finger, stretching him open.

He let out a beautiful moan when you curled your fingers and pressed against his prostate with practiced ease. This is what you meant by far more intimate positions.

It didn’t take long to have him writhing beneath you, he was always so responsive. “I want you to tell me what you feel, darling.” Really, you just wanted to hear him try to talk while you finger-fucked him.

“It’s the best feeling in the world.” He moaned, wrists tugging against the rope. “Second only to making you cum.”

“Yeah? You like pleasing me that much?” You hummed as you dragged your fingers out of him only to plunge them back inside, earning a pathetic whimper as his back arched slightly.

“U-uh huh.” He nodded enthusiastically, chest rising and falling rapidly with his erratic breathing. “Love doing everything I can to make you feel good. Love you so fucking much, gotta take care of you.” He was getting close to incoherency and you felt pride bubble up in your chest.

“Except when you let me take care of you, right, baby?” He nodded quickly, agreeing to everything you said in the hopes that you would reward him by speeding up. He knew, of course, that it was true. He knew he allowed you to take care of him from time to time. But words barely held any meaning to him as you repeatedly teased his prostate. “You look so pretty right now, Jinnie.” You sighed dreamily, turning to press your lips against his thigh.

“Yeah?” You hummed an affirmation and he smiled a little. “Fuck ‘m already close, y/n…” He warned, attempting to grind down into your touch.

“I can see that. You’re trembling.” You noted, amusement clear in your voice. You knew he was dangerously close to letting go after only a few minutes with your fingers inside him, based solely on the way his breathing changed and his neglected cock twitched. “It’s cute.”

You kissed his thigh once more before speeding up your thrusts and he helped in surprise. “Oh fuck! Oh ‘m gonna cum- feels so fucking good-” He panted, lifting his head from the pillows to look at you for a brief moment before laying back once more. “Can I, miss? Please?” He begged and you felt a fresh wave of around crash over you at the title.

“Cum for me, Jinnie.” You cooed, barely getting the words out before he was spilling across his stomach. He let out a series of pretty moans and whimpers, body shaking as you helped him ride out his orgasm. “That’s right, baby. Good boy.” You coached. You only relented when he let out a pathetic cry, writhing under your touch as he tried to escape the pleasure you were giving him.

You finally pulled back and sat up between his legs after a moment of pressing kisses to both his thighs. “So, so fucking pretty.” You sighed before getting up to pick his shirt up off the floor. You wiped him down and he offered an appreciative smile before puckering his lips expectantly. You pecked them, then grinned teasingly at him. “‘Miss’, huh?”

“Sorry…” He muttered, blushing as he looked away.

“No, don’t be. It’s cute. I liked it.” You assured him, urging him to look at you. You felt your heart swell as he looked up at you with stars in his eyes. The warm-fuzzies were quickly overshadowed by your need to get off and you straddled his lap. “I have a question for you though.”

“Yes?”

“I want the whole neighborhood to know you’re mine, angel. Think you can cry that loud for me?”

“Yes, miss.” He nodded, stifling a moan when you pulled your panties to the side and lowered yourself onto his sensitive cock. You weren’t giving him a break tonight.

[needydoll-for-you]

you're so pretty honey, i want to see how pretty you would be tied spread eagle, spreader bars between your thighs, spreading your pretty little labia and coaxing your little clit out of it's hood, gentle, sweet touches, of course, little bunny, and then when you let out the first moan for me i want to slap your clit and make you squeal, maybe i'll find some kind of flogger... what do you think baby? maybe i should attach a set of y clamps, just a little too short, to your clit and your nipples, and i'll fuck your pretty little hole.

ohh thank youu🫣🤭

just the thought of having my pussy exposed like this would make me wet and squirmy without your touch, desperate to be played with!

ohh can’t we do both?🫣 uhhm maybe (since my legs would be spread and pussy exposed, perfect for a teasing and spanking) you could slap it with your hand or a flogger, so it gets puffy and then you can add a set of clamps? so i get really squirmy you know?🫠 it is always very sensitive after a spanking, and more wet! and when you fuck me it would tug on the clamps making me squeal and moan even more!🫣

[vake-hunter]

I'm so sorry for this

Apples: breeding, lactation, pregnancy, stuffing also medical experiments and vivisection. oral fixation.

Iron: bondage but with like metal. Handcuffs, spreader bars. Would rather get you off with hands or toys. Orgasm denial and control. Fuck machines. Tends to avoid actual fucking or even dealing with its own arousal but could be pushed to breaking. extremely touch-starved but also wary of relationships due to the nature of the Bazaar using love stories. If it does fuck you, it's very loud. It can't talk but will make plenty of noise and it's very embarrassed about it.

Mirrors/Cups: mirrors, watching. Extending orgasms as long as possible, wants to savor every moment. Body worship almost, wants to memorize or record things. Would totally take pictures or videos. Cups is rougher than Mirrors. Both of them do a lot of dirty talk.

Spices: drugs, smoking, aphrodisiacs. Very demanding and will tell you exactly what it wants. All about fast but super intense thanks to drugs and then nap time. Often times will continue into nap time thanks to honey.

Wines: pretty vanilla. Service top. Will dress up for you and give you plenty of praise. Very sweet. Petplay or other roleplay situations in bed are very much its thing.

Veils: Sadist. Rope bondage. Blood and pain play. Rough sex. Very much into fighting turning to sex. Loud and loves its partners to be loud. Crying during sex is a huge turn on.

Fires: very dominant but not rough unless it's for punishment. Will absolutely punish you. Firm and expects you to listen. Tends to have mood swings. Aftercare specialist.

Pages: chastity and purity kink. Likes the idea of virginity, taking it or having its taken. Easily flustered by dirty talk but will talk a ton in bed in its own way. When it gets really worked up it will fail completely to speak English, instead switching to Correspondence or even the more primal language of Curators. It'll try to correct himself but it turns into a babbling mess.

Stones: jewelry and lingerie. Will fuck for money. Greedy and possessive. Likes its partners to dress up for it but is a pillow princess unless you threaten its wealth or are paying it. Really likes maids and to be spoiled

Candles: masochist. Wax and bloodplay. SPH. Overstimulation.

[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit  Summary: Steve’s body hasn’t experienced a heat in 70 years, Bucky hasn’t experienced affection in 70 years. An unconventional solution brings them closer together. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43870626 Tags: Cuckold, Exhibitionism, Omega Steve, Alpha Bucky, Top Bucky Barnes, Pimp Bucky, Prostitution, Blindfolds, Gag, Knotting, Possessive Behaviour, Possessive Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Big Dick Bucky Barnes, How to use Sex as Recovery, Glory Hole - er, Transparent GloryHole? IDK Steve gets fucked in a glass box, Gags, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, Spreader Bars, Degradation

For @mcukinkbingo​ B1: "Alpha/Beta/Omega: Claiming/Possessiveness" For @stuckybingo​ N2: "Kink: Exhibitionism" For @cabottombingo​ D2: "Crying"

“Ready?” Bucky’s voice is soft as his fingers hook around the blindfold on Steve’s forehead.

“Yeah, m’ready,” Steve mumbles, cheeks flushed. He’s trembling — from nerves, from the anticipation, from Bucky’s touch.

“I’ll be right here, like always.”

“I know,” Steve replies, smiling as Bucky tugs the blindfold into place, plunging him into darkness. He knows that Bucky can smell it, too. If the honey-bergamot scent of Steve’s excitement wasn’t enough, he’s sure the building slick between his open legs will do it. His feet are strapped to a bar spread wide enough for Steve to present himself to the world.

“You’re still —”

“Yours,” Steve interrupts, beating Bucky to the punch. “Always. Forever.”

“Mm,” Bucky hums. “Always and forever.”

Bucky’s hand works the condom inside his cunt, and even though it’s not sexual in any way, Steve’s toes still curl every time Bucky fingers move. Even though it’s not a heat, Steve’s body still thinks it is. That’s what happens when you go decades without one, frozen in the goddamn Arctic.

Then you get thawed out and your body slowly remembers everything you missed, and demands you make up for lost time.

It was enough for SHIELD to bench him, until he could get his body under control because no amount of suppressants could help. They didn’t help Bucky either. The serum had messed with both of them, far beyond what science and medicine could comprehend.

But, Steve knows that Bucky has come so far. He’s so proud and he’s so happy for Bucky and all of the progress made. But Steve’s body, his biology needs more, and he can’t ask it of Bucky. Bucky, who had been so averse to touch he nearly ripped a SHIELD agent’s arm off just for hovering nearby.

It had taken weeks for Steve to even be able to hold his hand without being growled at.

Still, Steve needed his Alpha, and Bucky couldn’t even touch him most days. Not yet. Steve tried desperately to take care of it himself, but their scents swirled around their shared apartment setting the other one off — Steve, whining, Bucky, growling, leading to Steve feeling rejected by his Alpha, Bucky feeling awful for making his Omega upset. So they try to fix it, coming together, only for the vicious cycle to start all over again.

Months later, when Steve had finally caved and rubbed up against another Alpha, just for a second, Bucky fucked him for the first time after ripping Steve’s clothes off. Bucky had fucked him so thoroughly that Steve had cried. He had cried because it felt like euphoria, cried because Bucky was not only touching him, but doing all the things they used to, all the things that Bucky would do to drive Steve insane. He touched Steve like he remembered.

Slowly, they were getting there. Finding the things that worked and didn’t. This happened to work.

Bucky gives him a gentle nudge, for Steve to duck his head and scoot backwards, lowering his chest to the floor. He obediently feeds his arms backward and underneath him, for Bucky to clip them to the very same bar that keeps his legs apart.

He turns his head to the side to rest against the plexiglass floor, and there’s a dull thud as Bucky closes the lid. If he moves an inch in any direction, he’d bump into the walls, yet Steve is perfectly comfortable.

There’s the rattling of the sliding door opening and low murmuring over footsteps. His heart leaps into his throat as the sounds get louder, until they’re close enough for Steve to make out the words.

“You want him gagged or what?” Bucky asks.

“Shit, that’s an option?” The other man’s voice is higher than Bucky’s, more pitchy.

“Fifty more, but yeah.”

Steve’s cock gives a twitch as he hears the stranger curse, followed by the soft slap of leather — a wallet — and Bucky hums. They have no need for the money, but it’s fun for Bucky and that’s good enough for Steve. There’s a clink against the plastic of the box that Steve is kneeling in, and then Bucky’s scent wafts into his nose.

Steve purrs, quietly, just for Bucky to hear.

“Open your mouth doll, our friend here wants you gagged.”

Steve obliges, letting Bucky wedge the ball in place, leather cool against his cheek as Bucky secures it behind his head.

“This is…Wow.” The guy inhales sharply after his moment of awe.

Underneath Bucky’s delicious scent is a fainter one that’s unfamiliar to Steve. It’s not unpleasant, at least.

“You can have him in the cage or out of it, s’up to you,” Bucky drawls, his voice becoming muffled as he closes the door in front of Steve’s face again. There’s a cool breeze along his backside as Bucky opens the other end of the container. “But he gets a little feisty.”

“Uh, in there… Is good,” the guy decides. “I can still like, hold his hips and stuff, right?”

Steve nearly snorts, and hears Bucky do the same. “Yeah, pal. You can get a little rough with him. Like I said — nothing that looks like marking or claiming, and no Alpha voice. You do any of that and I’ll tear your throat out. What’s your name, anyhow?”

“Jack.”

Bucky growls, and it echoes through the empty warehouse. “I knew a Jack. Didn’t like him. Pick something else.”

The guy must be utterly bewildered because he’s silent for a while before he speaks up again. “Adam?”

“Better,” Bucky approves. “Go on, then.”

There’s a scrape of metal as Bucky inevitably plops his chair down somewhere. Bucky is never far, always watching over Steve.

Steve feels a set of cold hands on his waist, and he tenses up before letting himself relax.

“Jeez, you smell real fuckin’ good, Omega,” Adam croons, fingers roaming over Steve’s body. “Ain’t built like a typical one though, huh?”

Steve makes a noise behind the gag like he’s responding, even though it’s absolute nonsense.

There’s no fanfare, no foreplay, no words after that. Steve immediately feels something pressing against his opening, blunt and probing. He hears Adam give himself a few strokes and then he’s breached.

He cries out against the gag in his mouth and he hears a pleased rumbling above him. Fingers dig into his flesh as he’s roughly hauled backward, with Steve’s knees and face scraping across the bottom with a high pitched squeal.

“Fuck, yeah, take my cock,” Adam barks, fucking into Steve without any concern, without a care for Steve’s body.

The loud crack of their slapping skin fills the warehouse and Steve breathes harshly through his nose, best as he can in this position. He makes small grunts from behind his gag as he’s roughly pushed into, his shoulders and collarbone pressed to the floor.

“Jesus, fuck, you take that good, huh?” Adam’s voice is filled with glee, the tangy scent of his pleasure and arousal filling up Steve’s little box, thickening in the air.

“Gonna knot you, you bitch,” he snarls, pulling Steve’s slapped-pink thighs to his pelvis, shoving in as far as he can go while he comes with a choked grunt.

Steve can feel the fingers deep in the flesh of his hips, the knot expanding inside him, the slight tremble of the other man’s thighs as he releases inside the condom.

His own cock weeps at the stillness, close but not close enough.

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Bucky purses his lips as he watches, his dick slowly filling. Steve is, and has always been, so beautiful — angelic even like this. It’s half the reason Bucky puts him in their little clear glass box, like a figurine on display. Bucky’s personal, pristine, porcelain doll. Bucky admires the expanse of golden skin, pink in spots from exertion, and his mind reminds him that Steve is his.

A soft thunk echoes when Adam drops his head down on the top of the box, exhausted and wrung out, with a soft “shit.”

Bucky looks at the time. Alphas don’t knot for as long if the Omega isn’t theirs, and if Bucky starts to get riled up, if he starts to exude his own scent in their territory, the other Alpha would be smart to finish it up quickly.

Steve’s small mewl turns Bucky’s attention to the display again, where Adam is minutely grinding against Steve, milking the sensation of what Bucky knows to be Steve’s warm, greedy cunt.

He’s a generous guy, Bucky is. He gives Adam a fair share of minutes before he rises, walking toward them. They lock eyes on either side of the glass cage, Bucky issuing a clear challenge to the other Alpha.

“I’m done! I’m done —” Adam surrenders.

Smart, Bucky thinks though he doesn’t say anything. He just watches with a stoic face as Adam tugs himself free and pulls his pants up.

There’s no exchange of goodbyes, just Bucky making sure to fill the air with his pheromones, like a warning to anyone else that might think of coming near them.

He unlatches the two bolts at either end of his contraption to open the box entirely, like a foldaway origami structure, putting the lid and side of the box down gently.

Steve makes a keening noise, having obviously heard his case unfold, and yet he still wasn’t being touched.

Bucky croons, soft and low, soothing his impatient Omega. “Relax, Stevie.”

First, he unclasps the gag, letting Steve gulp down air, and keen for him once again. Next, Bucky slips the blindfold up and over Steve’s head, watching Steve’s eyes blink open.

“How was that?” Bucky asks as he smooths his hand along Steve’s entire back.

“S’good,” Steve slurs. “But s’not you.”

Bucky preens, letting his aroma waft over Steve like a safety blanket. “No. No it wasn’t. Because you’re too fucking greedy.”

Steve licks his lips before he answers, wriggling a bit. “Y-yeah, I am. So greedy. But jus’... Just for you.”

Bucky’s cock gives a small twitch. “Hmm, iunno, Stevie. You sure looked like you were having a good time. Maybe you’re lookin’ for a new Alpha, huh?”

“NO!” Steve shouts, the chains and the bar rattling as he jerks, eyes wide open now.

Bucky’s always loved Steve’s eyes. It was the first thing that pulled him out of Hydra’s grasp and led to something he never thought possible — his freedom. Now they look up at him, pleading and truthful.

“No, I would never,” Steve insists, a near-growl. “Only you.”

Bucky walks around to where Steve’s still presented, whistles low and long before crouching and tracing around the outside of Steve’s hole. He sheds hisclothes, and plucks the condom right out of Steve, hackles rising at the scent of someone else all over his Omega. His body starts to light up, crackling tinder turning into a firestorm.

“Time to prove it, kitten.”

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“Time to prove it, kitten.”

That’s all the warning Steve gets before Bucky buries himself in one hard thrust. Steve’s scream bounces off the walls, piercing even to his own ears. It doesn’t matter who fucks him before, whether they knot and stretch him or not, they never seem to come close to Bucky. He’s immediately drunk on Bucky’s cock, burning with need.

He wants to beg Bucky to fuck him, use him, but Bucky beats him to it and it’s perfect.

This is what he craves — to be ravaged, to be pushed and punished, to be reminded that he is still human despite the serum. He wants to know he can still feel like an Omega, he can still bare his neck and submit to his Alpha, despite being changed by the serum. He wants to feel like the Omega he was back before the war, instead of everyone assuming he’s an Alpha due to his physique.

Bucky makes him feel all these things as Bucky claims him, over and over again. Bucky is one of the very few people who can match him for strength, and he’s the only one Steve trusts like this.

He howls himself hoarse as he comes, the orgasm forced out of him by sheer determination on Bucky’s part. It had exploded inside Steve, his body unable to stop it even if he wanted to.

Bucky slows down, fucks him through it nice and slow with roaming hands, never quite letting Steve down from his high. “Pretty little thing you are.”

Steve shivers and purrs under Bucky’s touch. His voice is scratchy as he asks, “W-will you knot me? Please?”

“Try again,” Bucky orders, hips staying still, but fingers prodding around where his dick is currently embedded in Steve.

If Steve wasn’t entirely plugged up, he’s sure his slick would be gushing out, painting the floor. He nearly bawls as he begs Bucky again. “Will you please knot me, Buck? I… I wanna feel it so bad, I need it, pretty please, Alpha? Need it.”

“There we go, that sounds better,” Bucky rumbles, pleased by the desperate whines. “Come for me again first, kitten. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

“Thank you,” Steve sobs. “Thank you, Alpha, thank you, please, yes, please let me come.”

Bucky drapes himself over Steve’s back and tangles his fingers into Steve’s hair. He licks up Steve’s neck, right over his Claim, and Steve moans, skin tingling as if the puncture marks were being broken anew.

Bucky nips his jaw to end his tongue’s journey and tortures him with slow, deep thrusts, each movement feels like it’s designed to drive Steve mad. His eyelids flutter as he gives in to the feeling, shutting closed as his mind floats, brain full of nothing but the hum of static thoughts.

Nirvana.

“Gonna —” Steve nearly swallows his tongue when Bucky picks up on it even before Steve can finish his sentence, and drives into him with enough force the air is knocked from his lungs. Steve orgasms with his entire body — every muscle clenches, his toes curling, hands balled into fists, teeth biting his lip hard enough to draw blood.

He must black out for a moment, because he doesn’t even feel Bucky pull out, isn’t even aware of it until he hears the pit-pat drip of his own fluids dripping out from his pussy.

“Should see yourself, kitten,” Bucky coos. “Such a filthy, pretty mess.”

Bucky’s fingers dip inside and curl into hooks, opening Steve up for his viewing pleasure.

Steve can’t help but twitch and pulse, pushing more slick out and adding to the puddle beneath him. He makes a questioning noise — he’d done what Bucky asked, hadn’t he?

“Don’t you worry, doll,” Bucky drawls, extracting his fingers. “Was jus’ making a little more room for me, that’s all. Didn’t think I’d just stop, did you? This little fuckhole does belong to me, doesn’t it?”

Steve groans as Bucky presses in again, the burn ever present no matter how stretched he is. He nods frantically, ignoring the squeak of his sweat-dampened temple along the glass. “Yes, yea, all yours, only yours, always —”

“And forever,” Bucky finishes for him before slamming into Steve earnestly. All the pink along Steve’s thighs turn a viscous red with the brutal strength of Bucky’s thrusts.

It’s like Bucky hits a button every time his dick stabs at Steve’s cervix. It makes him babble about how much he loves Bucky’s cock, about how he dreams of it — choking him, filling him. About how he loves the taste of it, about how he loves the weight of it when Bucky slaps him with it. About how he wants to keep Bucky’s come inside of him and have Bucky’s pups, even if they both know it’s not possible.

Bucky comes as violently as he fucks, with a growl that reverberates down Steve’s entire spine. The arm planted beside Steve’s head whirs as Bucky pins Steve down hard enough to break the spreader bar. The snap of metal and clink of his chains let Steve know he’s free.

But he doesn’t want to be.

He stays exactly as he is and comes for a third time, whining and crying. His own cock is wedged underneath dribbling pathetically, emptied long ago, and his chest is heaving for breath as his vision blurs with tears.

Bucky’s knot swells, pressing against the walls of his cunt, Bucky’s dick deep in Steve’s guts, making it feel like a chore to simply breathe. He feels the flood of heat seeking out his womb, the Omega inside of him so thrilled by it, his tongue lolls out.

“Aaaungh,” Steve manages, lashes wet as he blinks to clear his vision. His arms are tingling with numbness but his fingers twitch, seeking out Bucky’s body.

“Shh, shh,” Bucky shushes. “You did really good, baby. Takin’ my knot so well.”

Steve preens at the soft tone, Bucky’s sweet words, and makes a grateful noise when Bucky starts to rearrange his limbs. His arms are pulled out from underneath him and gently massaged, before his hands are being placed beside his head.

Bucky presses a kiss to his Mark, fingers threading through Steve’s to hold hands. Steve’s legs are dead weight as Bucky spreads his thighs a little wider and lower, until Bucky’s nestled on top of Steve comfortably.

Steve is blissfully fucked out, fingers weakly curling around Bucky’s in return, laying in a pool of his slick and sweat. Bucky’s knot is huge, and at its widest, it draws a low, pained groan from Steve.

“Almost,” Bucky mutters, kissing behind his ear sweetly. “Just a bit longer.”

“Wan’ you in me f’rever,” Steve mumbles.

“Careful what you wish for, doll,” Bucky warns, his tone playful while trying his best to stay still.

Steve loves when Bucky is like this — taking his control back and calling the shots, deviously mischievous and flirtatious. He smiles as he clamps down and flutters around Bucky’s knot, trying to milk every last ounce Bucky can offer.

It could’ve been minutes or days before Bucky lifts himself off of Steve. Steve keens, the air cool on his sweat-slicked skin without Bucky’s heat. Come back, he wants to whine.

With his forehead pressed to Steve’s shoulder blade, Bucky hisses as he pulls out of Steve, watching every inch withdraw.

“Ah,” Steve gasps, Bucky’s hot spunk dribbling out instantly the moment Bucky is free. He feels Bucky’s fingers swiping it up, and he tightens his cunt, locking the rest away, the familiar guilt rising up in him. “…M’sorry I can’t give you pups, Buck.”

Bucky never shows any signs of being bothered by it, but Steve knows that there has to be some part, even if it’s deep down, that’s disappointed. It’s in an Alpha’s nature, after all.

“S’okay, sweetheart,” Bucky soothes, his scent still pleasantly filling Steve’s nose, of spiced orange and cardamom as he brings his come-covered fingers to Steve’s mouth. “You’re the only thing I need.”

Steve trills and then laps greedily at Bucky’s fingers with his tongue, swirling around them. He takes them in his mouth, sucking eagerly and obscenely, looking to please Bucky and earn him another knot.

“Good little Omega,” Bucky purrs, rutting against Steve as his cock fills again. “On your back.”

Steve obediently flips over, a dopey smile on his face as he spreads his legs wide, knees up.

Bucky traces his fingers down the inside of Steve’s thighs. “Tell me again, who do you belong to?”

“You. Nobody else, never. Only you —”

He cries out again, his hands digging into the muscle of Bucky’s shoulders. Sore, wrung out, over sensitive, he starts begging again even though he knows they’re far from being done.