#Naughty dwarf

[stiwfssr]

[ryllen]

do u know that even the size of the different size of vegetables at another country amazed me because from where i came from they are all smaller and scrawnier

[britcision]

So I’m doing a bunch of little things I’m calling After Dinner Mints for post final fight Dungeon Meshi (cuz the goal is they’ll be short and sweet) but

It just hit me

Kabru went and kicked Mithrun’s ass into gear after having his last desire removed and not thinking there was anything else to do with his life now

Kabru

Kabru whose whole teen and adult life was about finding a way to get rid of all of the dungeons forever so Utaya couldn’t happen again

Which

Y’know

They just did that

And if Kabru even thinks “well shit what do I do with my life now” Mithrun’s gonna hone in on him like a shark and beat his ass like he did after the “the world is ending and it’s all my fault” soliloquy

Sooooo that might be a slightly longer thing

[ragrfisk]

Hi I’m Ragrfisk and I draw dwarves who obviously fuck.

[leaderintitleonly]

AJR - Ordinaryish People feat. Blue Man Group

Your happy friends call you depressing 'Cause you wonder why we're all alive Your downer friends think you're too happy, too happy 'Cause you still celebrate sometimes Your hippie friends call you a sellout 'Cause you buckle down and get a job You still get high, but you're no hippie, no hippie But all your work friends think you are

I guess the last time you had any fun Was way back when you weren't anyone

So goodbye ordinaryish people We had quite the run, didn't we, though? But you gotta be somebody sometime I don't wanna pack up and leave, though When you're nobody, then nobody minds

[holylulusworld]

Sex you up - Kinktober 18

Summary: You attend a Halloween party.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: flirty Henry, meet cute, RPF, size kink, implied smut

A/N: We are having Henry in his Walter Marshall era because this one has me in a chokehold. Suffer with me.

Trope/Kink: Size Kink

Idea by: @sultryfandoms

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Halloween always has something magical to you. Not only because of the people celebrating it, or trick or treat. It’s not only the costumes, drinking, candy, and having fun.

The air is thick with mystery on Halloween, and you think about its origin and the truth behind the legend on October 31st.

“Y/N, hurry up and stop staring at the pumpkins,” your friend groans as you take another picture of the decoration outside the house. “Babe, we got invited to the party of the year. Stop being a nerd for one night.”

You harrumph. Chelsey is your friend, but her words hit home. You always were a little shy, and insecure. When you got older and turned from a girl into a woman it got better.

Still, sometimes you are self-conscious and shy away. Especially at parties with too many people, you do not know. “Coming,” you grumble under your breath. “It’s just, that the decoration is breathtaking. Look at all the jack-o-lanterns. The house looks like a gothic castle from a horror movie.”

“Yeah, spider webs and all,” Chelsey rolls her eyes. “Babe, all I want is to get waisted, and find a cute guy for the night.”

“How about you go inside, and I look at the decoration for a little longer. I’ll be right there.”

“YES!” She pinches your cheek. “I’ll get you a drink and wait for you.”

This time, you roll your eyes. Chelsey will forget about you the moment she finds some cute guy. “Go ahead. Have fun.”

She enters the house without looking back, making you sigh. Chelsey promised you are going to have a ladies’ night. Now you are on your own once again.

“You know, Halloween’s origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,” you squeak, and press one hand to your heart as a man stands next to you. “Sorry, sweetness. I didn’t want to scare you. On Halloween out of all days.”

You dip your head to get a better look at him. The stranger must be the tallest man you have ever seen, with broad shoulders, a wide chest and curly hair. He’s wearing a beard, making him look wilder than he really is. His soft eyes tell you he’s got a good heart.

“It’s fine. I was just admiring the decoration and got distracted,” you give him a soft smile. “Are you invited to the party too?”

“Guilty,” he returns your smile as he steps a little closer. “I see you came as a wolf. A cute one.” The man grins as you look down at your body. “I like it very much.”

“It was the only one left at the store. Well, the only one fitting me.”

“You look…” He looks you up and down, licking his lips, “Excuse my choice of words, but you look like any wolf would love to eat you alive.”

“I’m a wolf too,” you retort. “What’s your costume? Grumpy sweater lover?” You smirk.

“I’m a werewolf,” he grins, revealing sharpy canines. “See, I’m hiding behind a nice face. But if you give me the chance, I’ll sink my teeth in your flesh and eat you, sweetness.”

“Eat me?” You swallow thickly. This man is a stranger, but you feel drawn to him. His eyes drop to your chest, and you shudder under his gaze. It’s his sheer size dwarfing you that makes your body tingle.

“I bet,” he steps even closer, cupping your face with his large hands, “you make the cutest noises when I use my mouth on you.”

He flashes you a dark smile, revealing his sharp teeth to you. You shudder and press your legs together. “Maybe we can skip the party and get to the part where you eat me…”

"Oh, Mrs. Cavill, you have been a naughty girl," your husband purrs against your lips. "Let's skip the party."

Tags in reblog.

[haroldthehuckleberry]

Pregnant boy-toy part 2/3

cw: mpreg, sex, controlling language, speed pregnancy

we sat and spoke for a few hours about the baby but i couldnt take my mind off how fucking sexy he was, i dont know if its the hormones but his physique and just everything was sending me wild, luckily my mountain belly was hiding my rock-hard cock in my sweatpants. the same couldnt be said for him… his massive member was clearly solid in his tight jock strap, he moved on to the couch next to me and my cock and cunt only twitched for him more.

his massive hands rested on my belly that dwarfed the tanned, veined beauties on the end of his wrists, his right hand slipped my tight vest up over my mountain-belly letting every inch of its tight skin breathe meanwhile his left hand glided up and down my thigh as my cock twitched and my cunt pulsed for him. suddenly i looked at myself and realised how much id changed, normally no man could drive me crazy enough to want him this much but its true- i needed him. i needed to please him. a whimper of a moan slipped out my lips followed by his gruff voice saying “good boy” to sooth me, those goddamn words that pissed me off to no-end only months ago are now ruling me those two words nearly made me cum on the spot when he say this though he wasn’t impressed

“tut tut, no slut of mine cums before i allow it” he bellowed as he pinched my sensitive swollen nipple causing me to moan again and drizzle a little milk for the first time “s-s-sorry” i whimpered in hopes hed allow me to cum, “sorry *what*” he said assertively “sorry d-d-daddy” i mutter half ashamed at how far id fallen for this God-like man and half so turned on it was starting to hurt my cock, “what a good little slut” he grinned as he pulled me up by my back and escorted me upstairs…

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i lost count of how many times he came on my stomach of mass proportion but i was still not allowed. and i loved it. to think only jours ago i would have scoffed and rolled my eyes over being used like a machine but this is what i needed this whole time, i needed this man to control me. i assumed after i was finally allowed to cum i would leave and later plan the babies up-bringing but my daddy had different plans…

after another few hours of not cuming daddy finally let me and it exploded all over my belly-base as my cunt twitched and throbbed while his cock was being pulled out, i felt his spawn and his cum sloshing around inside me, i was full. maximum capacity. i didnt think my belly could get bigger when i arrived but it clearly has, i cant even sit up and i know daddy will only punish me if i ask for help so instead i ask permission to fall asleep, he grants me it before he gets me to suck him off one last time, i must obey.

after a great night sleep i expected to wake up to a slightly deflated belly as i assumed the cum would have been absorbed or whatever but no… my belly was EVEN bigger again my skin was so tight it looked nearly see through i looked about 18 months pregnant!! “WHAT THE FUCK!!” i screamed “shut it slut!” daddy shouted back twisting my pecs that had also swollen more over night, this pain added to the sight and feel of my belly immediately made my cock and cunt stand at attention ready for anything daddy wants me to do “p-p-please explain daddy” i beg trying not to make it obvious im ready for him whenever he wants me, “ you see,” he growls “my cum isnt like any other, i can get you pregnant no matter how far along you already are, and my spawn tend to grow bigger than the average” he puts his hand assertively on my globe of a stomach “normally my sluts come to me only a few months in so i have more time to utilise their breed-able bodies but you where naughty, you came to me late. so for this, i must teach you a lesson”

authors note:

thank you so much for the love on part one! i hope you enjoy this part too i have a rough plan for maybe one more part so unless i get an amazing idea there will probably be one more part to this series!

[kidsinsaturn]

Hii, since your requests are open, may I request Shisui headcanons with a short reader? Perhaps NSFW since we all know this man has a raging size kink, and if it's not too much also fluffy and soft ones too.

Absolutely adore your work and I'm really happy you're back <3.

Hope you have a nice day <3

shisui with a short s/o

[🗼] SHISWEEEE <333

characters: shisui uchiha

genre: sfw; nsfw

warnings: g!reader; insane size kink;

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-omg shisui with a short significant other?? where have I heard that?? so unlike him...

-NOO but shisui please he is so dumb I love him. he would definitely have a thing for a s/o shorter than him. it is kind of common since he is tall with his beautiful 6ft, and curly hair, and nice shoulders, and charming smile ohh

-he is so naughty I love him. he knows he is no ugly by any means. you definitely fell for him for his charisma, but he knows you don't forget about his physique. he just likes someone who is as insane about size as him okayyy let him be normal

-either you mention it or shisui finds out about your little liking over his size and height. if you mention it, he is so flustered!! like!! he thinks you are too much. he tells you how much he loves towering you--while towering you of course, shisui provides visual demonstration--, how your shoulders bump into his chest and biceps when walking, how he often finds himself imagining you in his much larger clothes

-and if you don't say anything and let shisui find out, he is very subtle and indirect with his actions and comments until he drives you crazy

-ok enough scenarios lets go to the real headcanons. AHH SHISUI would compare your handsss, hands down it just drives him insane seeing your much smaller hands been dwarfed by his much larger one

-like I mentioned, he would often play images of you with his clothes. probably the first time that happened, his sharingan activated mindlessly, so the picture is there for ever. it has now become a habit and everytime you wear something of his, he just records you with his demonic red eyes

-in a modern au, shisui would insist SO MUCH in taking those pictures where the height difference is so noticeable. like in front of the mirror, him taking from above, his arm embracing you ahh im so delusional

-a very deep part of him wishes you don't use such baggy clothes. he enjoys seeing your figure defined just to feed more into his embarrassing size kink. like if you were short and slim, please just wear tank tops

-shisui is always comparing your body to his smh your hands, your heads, your wrists, your legs, your feet, your ears, one time he wanted to ask about the length of your front tooth just to see if his teeth were larger than yours omfg

-even though he deeply enjoys being the little spoon and gets eepy when you enclose your arms around him, he loves the feeling of being the big spoon. having the feeling that he is protecting you solely with his body since he is covering your almost fully

-slightly weird headcanon, but every time shisui hears you saying your height for whatever reason, he feels a subtle tug on his chest

nsfw ->

-GIRRLLL the best thing that can happen to shisui is getting a partner with the same level of insanity about size kink as himmmm

-shisui is a little freak in the bed but he will not show it until he is sure you are just as freak as he is. he would feel out of place or even as if he is doing something that you don't like

-but like a s/o that knows about this raging size kink gooood. tease him please. every time you suck his pretty dick, your lips are plumped from the intense sucking, your throat is sore for his head hitting the back of it. if you cry while giving him head, he cries too

-just say kinky shit like "oh shisui, I can't continue sucking you, you are so big you're too much!" or when stroking him, "are you aware I need both my hands to hold your cock?" he is devastated

-his favorite position of all time will always be missionary. yeah he makes you feel good and you can almost feel his cock all the way up your chest whatever, but shisui just enjoys the viewww

-the way his body totally towers over yours is just so erotic to him!! he stays in that position even if his limbs start to feel numb. he also gets to roam his large hands around your abdomen, the feeling making your toes curl, enjoying the weight and the pressure he is applying to your body

-PLEASE AUGH you just know every time you two make out, shisui gets a boner ofcrouse<3 but he just cannot end your kisses without rubbing his stupid dick against your belly ammmm

-he is so naughty and know exactly what he is doing. he would not let an opportunity pass if it means stroking his prominent and throbbing cock against any part of your body. your ass, your back, even against your arms omg stop.

-shisui is just so sexually aroused when he thinks too much about your size difference. he just can't wait to have you below him, his cock, thick as hell, pumping in and out of your small hole. he can't help but stare at how it stretches so well against his cock

-he is no fool and is well aware of his own attributes. he knows his cock is above average thickness and your hole being just smaller than average ammmm makes him go nuts

-any positions where he can corner you and have full access to any part of your body he is down for it. shisui starts slow, watching your every move, as subtle as it can be, with his red eyes; but he always ends up holding you tight, almost embracing you. his face close to your neck letting soft moans, his hands keeping you in place. he is just so broad, you need not to worry about anything else, he is taking care of you

-just cling onto him. him sensing you losing your strength to support your own weight is just so amazing. he is so strong so even if you're doing it standing up, he will hold you for dear life

-and let's not forget about the small bump on your lower belly moving at the same rhythm shisui is moving. his cock thick and deep inside enough to make that bulge. that is a sight. he will go crazy and even comment about it: "do you really feel my head all the way there?" while stroking a finger around where his tip would be

[gojoshooter]

hey pretty, I was wondering how jjk characters would handle naughty kids?? tell me bout it!

wOAh that sounds interesting 🤔 here you go anon ♡

Dealing with the Brats: JJK men

Featuring : Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro

A/N : at this point my curse technique gotta be writing fluff bahaha anyway enjoy! ^-^ i wrote this with love

WARNINGS : babies, crying

Itadori Yuji :

yuji doesn’t exactly love taking care of children but he volunteered babysitting neighbours’ kids for money

usually kids like him & not really bother until one of them turns out to be the spawn of satan

okay not that he gets his ass handed by them but he can’t bring himself to scold or even be stern??

he knows he has the advantage with all those muscles & speed but that’s the reason

if he sees a kid climbing a potentially dangerous place he would just gently peel them off each time lol

it doesn’t come as a surprise that Yuji is good at distracting the restless ones or the crybabies

he has mastered that art

him impersonating different pokémons with his whole body is the cutest shit, & kids love it so much

if a child annoys the fuck outta him he’ll prolly scramble around googling tips

him holding like three kids in one arm as he pays you for the icecream with his other because they can't be trusted unattended

maybe you developed a small crush after watching that adorable scene

Megumi Fushiguro :

you might have convinced him with a good repay cus he’s never doing that in his right mind

megumi’s not actually that bad with kids as much as he thinks & things go smoothly (until)

the kids ask him to take one of the divine dogs out for fun & he won’t budge

"what makes you think i’d do something like that" >:0

if the kid turns out to be brattier than he initially thought & is about to cry he’d panic maybe contemplate to run

but he would settle for calling Itadori & ask what to do because "he’s good at cooking, might be good at handling kids"

i think Yuji’d just come over with a silly cute trick to rescue like bringing the two little curses he used on Junpie siksijisfjlk

we know Megumi would lowkey love him for that

IMAGINE HIM MAKING FUNNY FACES TO STOP THE CRYING SNOTTY KID

he’s trying don’t laugh

he can definitely be a little ferm when they don’t listen

megumi wouldn’t say it but he prefers you besides him for a hand in handling them

Gojo Satoru :

good luck to the kids who volunteered to handle this brat

he annoyingly gets along with them too easily

i think he can handle the naughty dwarfs the best?? he has all the tools necessary in his arsenal

first of all he won’t use his abilities unless it’s a really naughty kid like a nasty kid, a menace

he would turn on his infinity so he can deal with them efficiently without the kid resisting him

hey hey in his defence—the naughtier the kid, the naughtier the method

he’s far better in indulging the children than any other care taker you hired, with his sweet but ferm tone that made kids putty in his watch

hide & seeks are fun and hell with him at the same time because kids don't know he can teleport....

"come on, who’s going to be my good little baby today?~ get in line for a kiss~"

has so much advantage with that height, kids know they can’t outsmart him and run around

if there’s this really really naughty one that snapped his last straw he’d just start intimidating them and it’d be the funniest shit

like tracks the kid with his big but slow steps staring down with crystal eyes borring into the little one as they try to run away pffftt

teen gojo was meaner by the way

"tsk... stop crying or i'm taking all the treats your mommy left, you nuisance"

turning on his infinity for the whole day in the name of babysitting

Toji Fushiguro :

ultimate Brat Tamer™

he doesn’t think he fits any job dealing with kids but anything for money i guess

toji has kids at home so atleast he knows to be as gentle as a feather

his first impression on kids always entertains him

like they’d see him walk in & he watches the kids go pleading their moms trying to convince they can be 'good boys' or 'good girls' without a babysitter

you know toji is bit of an evil man so he loves ordering the kids around

"kid, bring me a glass of water?" knowing full well that dwarf of a child can’t reach the counter but the poor kid toddles, staggering a little on short legs to the kitchen anyway

puts them on his stomach as he decides to turn on the tv, securing the sides with his big arms & that’s the way you handle a child thank you

has learnt a few magic tricks and a smile may sneak up on his scarred lips when the toddler gasps in aw

toji doesn’t hesitate to be stern (he has the dilf rights) so kids don’t risk to bother him in the first place

he doesn’t know why but they love his embrace??? some brat said it’s cus his boobs are comfy but that didn’t light any bulb in his noggin

sees the kid hide a handful of toffies behind them and he’s like "cut it out, kid. you don’ want your teeth all rotten, do ya? hand them like a man.." (💀💀💀)

A/N : a’ighttt wrapping it up! i hope you enjoyed this, until next time! —♡

Tags : @luckimoon @maybekoya @nanamikentoseyebags @already-rice @already-rice

[crisiscutie]

The darling giving Sephiroth a nice blowjob in the shower please ? 🙏😘

Enjoy this somewhat short scenario!

Pairing: Fluffy Sephiroth/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Content Warning: NSFW, Reader is smol.

Sephiroth's touch was gentle as he washed your body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along your water-slicked neck. And as he held you close, you couldn't help but lean into his touch, feeling goosebumps erupt within. He delicately teased your nipples with the cloth, tracing gentle circles around them while his other hand firmly gripped your hip. His size dwarfed yours, his large hands easily covering your hips. The steamy air carried the scent of your favorite bath bomb, mixed with his own. Of course, it wasn't explicitly forbidden, but doing this within Sephiroth's quarters, on Shinra's property, made both of you feel naughty and exhilarated. Turning around, you couldn't resist giving him a quick kiss before speaking.

"So... this shower was a wonderful way to end our date night, yes?" You said. Sephiroth blinked slowly, wearing a cat-like smile in response. He then nuzzled his face into your wet neck. His semi-erect cock brushed against your belly, causing a nervous laugh to escape your lips. Your gaze shifted downwards, curiosity piqued as you wondered what it would feel like to have his fat cock fuck one of your holes. Oh, how amazing it would be for him to effortlessly lift up and fuck you against the shower wall right now. Yet, he can easily hurt you if you two aren't careful. You shook your head at the consideration. He can't fuck you now, but you were still eager to get in some practice. Stroking his cock timidly, you listened to his deep voice gasping in your ear, your eyes fixed on the wet shower wall. You teased the throbbing veins on it, feeling the rush of blood coursing through them. "I think I forgot to clean this~." You attempted to keep your voice sultry, but a slight tremor betrayed your nerves.

But Sephiroth only painted in your ear, encouraging you to stroke faster. "Darling, please..." He looked at you with a disappointed, pouting expression as you suddenly stopped. However, his eyes widened in surprise when you knelt down in the bathtub, his cock twitching under your gaze. You were determined to please him at any rate, especially since this date night was your own idea.

Your lips pressed against the tip of his cock, it throbbed against your tongue. Slowly, you opened your lips, allowing it to slide into the wet depths of your mouth. The taste of his pre-cum mingled with the water, fueled your hunger for him. Sephiroth cradled your head, gritting his teeth as your tongue swirled around his cock, teasing and exploring every inch, driving him wild.

The primal urge to quickly shove his entire cock into your mouth and ruthlessly fuck your throat battled within him. With every stroke of your delicate hands, his heavy balls tightened, straining for release. It brought him closer to the edge, his breaths becoming shallow and uneven. You wanted all of him, but his size proved too much to handle all at once.

Sephiroth then released a deep, guttural groan, causing you to brace yourself as his warm, salty cum poured into your mouth. You really wanted to take all of it, but his orgasm was so intense and forceful that it easily overwhelmed you. You coughed out his cum, gasping for breath. When he regained his composure, he playfully tapped your head.

"It looks like I missed a few spots," he whispered, as he gently cupped your cheek with a cloth. With a playful giggle, you watched as he wiped away the cum. Sounds like tonight was a success.

[tatake-jeager]

you know what happens when you break the rules; Ryomen Sukuna

Changing the rules of the game comes with a consequence you can't escape from.

『 FANDOM 』 : JUJUTSU KAISEN

『 WARNING TAGS 』 : rough sex, punishment, rough play, spanking, intense fingering, clit play, orgasm, breeding, begging to be fucked.

『 WORD COUNT 』 : 2.0+K Words

MINORS, D.N.I

ㅤ 🗯 : i don't hold back in whatsoever way. I'm naughty sweetheart.

masterlist cummimg soon.....

A soft giggle echoed through the house. Sukuna paced slowly towards the sound, making sure to keep his movements nearly silent. This time he would be more careful. The last time he found you, he had underestimated the situation. Here he was, thinking that you both were playing hide and seek. And so, upon finding you, he had made a big gesture of it, hoping to startle you. You made the most adorable squeals when you were startled.

Instead of admitting defeat as you were supposed to do when found during this game, you took off running, startling Sukuna enough that you were given enough headstart to hide again. So apparently, the game was seek and capture, not hide and seek. That was alright, Sukuna could play that, and he looked forward to giving you a good punishment for changing the rules halfway through the game. That would teach you.

Actually, it wouldn't. You secretly enjoyed the punishment; pretend to be good for a little while, and then pull the same sort of mischief.

Sukuna couldn't hide his devilish smile when he spied a foot peeking out from under the coffee table and crept towards it. His hand flew out, curling around your ankle and yanking you out into the open, while enjoying the startled scream that escaped from your pretty lips.

"Found you." He said and pulled you up by your leg so that only your upper back and head rested on the ground. You thrashed for a moment, before grinning up at him, eyes bright with excitement. "You broke the rules, woman. You aren't supposed to run when you're found."

You pouted. "But where's the fun in that?"

He released your ankle, letting you drop back to the floor with a soft thud, but before you could scramble away again, his hand curled into the big shirt you wore. It was used as a handle to yank you back up to your feet; you were held high enough that you were forced to stand on your tip-toes. Even with you in that position, Sukuna still towered over you. His large frame dwarfing your body. Both of you were polar opposites in looks, size and temperament. You were a sorcerer while he was a demon. Somehow it worked, the pixie taming the wolf.

"Fun or not, those are the rules of the game which you clearly broke." Sukuna scolded, eyes hard as they met yours. Your pout intensified, and he had resisted the urge to grin. "You know what happens when you break the rules." Your head dropped with your hair falling forward to shadow your face.

"I get punished." You murmured, arms swinging by your sides. "I'm sorry, Sukuna."

Sukuna's eyes narrowed at your repentant tone. He knew you better. Despite his trepidation, he lowered you to your feet, releasing his grip on your shirt.

That was idiotic. As soon as you were steady on the ground, your heel slammed into his bare foot. It didn't hurt, but it startled him enough that he took a step backwards, giving you another opportunity to dart away again. Your peals of laughter echoed through the house again.

"That's how you wanna play, (y/n). I can play too." Sukuna grinned.

He didn't waste any time taking off after you immediately. He caught up to you in the hallway towards his bedroom, hand catching your shirt and yanking you roughly to the side so that you knocked into the wall.

The hit dazed you and you stumbled forward. Fortunately, Sukuna's grip on your shirt kept you from tumbling to the floor. He yanked you backwards so that your back hit his chest. He freed his hand and wrapped them around your delicate little throat to pin you there.

"You little bitch." He growled, dragging you towards the bedroom. Your hands curled around his wrist, feet kicking the air as you struggled against him. "I planned on giving you light spanking for breaking the rules, but i think this calls for something a little more severe. Don't you think so, (y/n)?" You tried very hard to to smother it, but he could hear the giggles that tried to escape your lips and he shook his head, trying to cover up his amusement.

As soon as he arrived the bedroom door, he released you, shoving you towards the bed before spinning to slam the door shut. The lock click had an ominous tone, matching the expression on Sukuna's face as he turned back towards his mischievous prey. Your eyes were wide in your pale face as you steered up at him. And as he stepped forward, you stumbled backwards. The laughter in your eyes tinged with a hint of erotic fear. That was excellent. He loved that expression.

Without any warning, Sukuna lunged towards you. His hands wrapped around your sides and tossed you onto the bed. You squeaked as you landed, immediately turning over to scramble away. His hands latched around your ankle, dragging you back towards him. "Where do you think you're running off to?" The moment you were withing striking distance, his hand crashed down hard on your ass. The only thing protecting it was your panties.

A cry escaped from your mouth and your struggles escalated. His hand crashed on your ass two more times until you finally went still.

"That's a good girl." he murmured soothingly, hand gently stroking your ass. "Just lie there and take your punishment, and if you're good, then maybe I'll give you a treat afterwards."

"What kind of treat?" You mumbled, voice barely discernible due to your head being shoved into the blankets. Sukuna's hand crashed down against your ass again, startling another cry from you.

"Quiet."

You sniffled, but didn't say anything else. Your sniffle didn't affect him, he knew it was an act. You loved it, and although you had denied it vehemently, Sukuna had a surefire way of proving it. He dragged you across the bed by your ankle until your legs fell off the bed, leaving you bent at your waist over the edge.

He released his hold on your ankle and curled his hand into your panties, viciously yanking on them, tearing the delicate lace from your body. It was a shame because he loved that pair of panties. He knew he had to take you out for shopping for new pairs. One of his favorite things about your panties was how easy he found it to rip them off from you.

His rough fingers trailed across his handprint on your ass before his hand came down hard again. Another red handprint formed, pulling a grin to his lips and he slammed his hand down on the other side, wanting the cheeks to match. Enjoying the red marks, his fingers explored his handprint, slowly working their own way down, trailing directly across your incredibly, wet pussy.

"You little slut." He accused, fingers moving roughly across your delicate lips. "You're enjoying this aren't you......You like the idea of me spanking you, punishing you, hurting you." You whimpered in response and rocked your hips slightly.

Sukuna removed his hand briefly, slapping your ass to leave another print on your ass before returning to the warmth between your legs. Another whimper escaped your lips, you rocked your hips once more, pushing back and grinding against his touch.

He slid a finger inside you and hissed at how tight you were. It startled him almost everytime, despite how long you've been together.

"You're so fucking wet, (y/n)," He murmured, slowly thrusting his ginger to loosen you up. "and so tight. How the hell am i supposed to fit my cock in here if i can barely fit one finger?" A low whine escaped you and you thrust back against his finger. He let you grind against it for a moment before adding a second finger, enjoying your soft gasp. "We'll just have to stretch you out a bit, but not too much. I want it to hurt when i fuck you." He slipped out his fingers and slapped your ass once more. There was a slight hint of bruise starting to form on your ass. Normally, he wasn't this rough, but something about your little game had seriously provoked him this time.

As he fingers slammed back inside your cunt, thrusting roughly, he continued, "Hmm, i want this to hurt. It's supposed to be a punishment, remember?"

"Sukuna, please." You whispered, hands curled into the sheets, back arching and voice threaded with need.

"What was that, (y/n)?" He asked and used his free hand to slid up to curl your hair before yanking it backwards. "Please what my love? Please stop? Please be gentle? Please don't punish me?" He watched you whine, legs shifting restlessly. "Or is it the opposite? Please more? Harder? Faster? Rougher? Well what is it, (y/n)?"

"Pleaase." You keened with your hips rocking and squirming.

With his fingers still thrusting into you roughly, he used his hold on your hair to drag your body up off the bed, leaning forward as he did so to press his lips to your ear. "Please what, (y/n)?"

"Please fuck me!" You finally answered in a whisper, struggling to keep your balance in his rough hold.

"I can't hear you, (y/n)." Sukuna growled, slowly forcing a third finger into your quivering, aching pussy.

"Please fuck me!" With your shaky voice, you managed to louden your voice. Sukuna released his grip on your hair and shoved you forward. Your body slammed back into the mattress with a soft thud.

With his free hand, he tugged down the waistband of his sweats, pulling his hard cock free. "I still can't here you." He said, slowly stroking his cock.

"Please fuck me!" You yelled it this time. Your body ached for him. You pressed back, presenting your pussy to him.

"I love the way you're asking so nicely." In one fluid motion, he pulled his fingers slammed his cock into you. It only made it about a third of the way in. Your incredible tightness made such movement difficult, but your mangled cry of pain and pleasure made it worth it. Sukuna curled both hands around your hips, yanking them up to a more comfortable position; one that left only your upper body on the bed. Slowly, he began to make little thrusts with his cock, gaining a little bit of ground and earning a soft gasp each time.

After what seemed like forever, his cock was mostly buried inside of you, the head of his cock just slightly nudging your cervix. He still had another inch or two which he knew your pretty pussy could take.

You just weren't warmed up yet.

And despite his desire to hurt you, he didn't want to actually injure you.

"Fuck, (y/n), you feel so good fucking good." He withdrew slowly and pressed back just as carefully. Slowly, he continued his gentle rocking motion, feeling your muscle relax around him, feeling your tightness give away until he was finally buried inside of you. He groaned, hands squeezing your hips so hard he knew his fingers would leave bruises.

"And you fit around me so perfectly." Sukuna chuckled. "Like you were made for me. Made for my cock."

You let out a strangled laugh. "I don't know about that. You always feel too big to — aah!" Your words were cut off as he pulled back and slammed back in roughly.

"You were saying?" He asked pleasantly. As you took a breath to respond, he thrust into you again, turning your words into a groan. "That's what i thought." Without giving you time to adjust, he set into a bruising pace.

"S-Sukuna....wait —" Your pained cries were music to his ears. Your muscles spasmed around his cock so frantically as he took pleasure from your body, punishing you with his rough fucking. Although it didn't seem like much of a punishment with how soaked you were and the pain in your body was turning to pleasure.

Sukuna was past the point of caring about punishment. There were no more games, just your bodies writhing in pleasure. He jostled you around a bit, releasing your hips and wrapped an arm around your waist; keeping you up at the best angle while freeing a hand to wander between your legs. His fingers unerringly found your clit, brushing against it with a gentleness that belied his rough thrusts. The moment his fingers made contact with your clit, your entire body arched and froze up, pussy clamping down on his cock. A low whine escaped your lips as an orgasm slammed into you.

"That's a good girl. Cumming for me so nicely. Good girl. That's a good girl." Sukuna growled, struggling to keep up his pace. His fingers continued to play across your clit, tweaking and rolling it. Your little whines grew louder, turning into whimpers, into moans, into cries until you finally exploded on him again. This time with a near scream, fluids gushed out from your pussy.

As your muscled tightened around his cock again, Sukuna lost control, slamming into you harder and faster before cumming. His hot seed spilling into you set off again and he just barely managed to keep hold as you thrashed beneath him. Pussy milking his cock for every last drop.

"Fucking hell." Sukuna came back to himself. He moved his hand away from your clit to stroke your side, hips and back. He lazily thrust a few more times, each earning a soft whimper from you who was now slumped tiredly on the bed. As his cock softened completely, he let it slip from you before scooping you up into his arms and laying you both on the bed.

You curled into his chest, humming in pleasure as his arms tightened around you, holding you protectively.

"I love you, you demon." You murmured tiredly, nuzzling into his shoulder.

"I love you too, (y/n)....even if you did cheat at hide and seek."

You giggled, eyes opening to peer at him. "By the way, didn't you say something about a treat?"

One of his large hands slid through your hair, gently untangling them. "I did, and you were a very good girl for your punishment. Maybe we can go get ice cream."

All signs of tiredness seemed to slip away when he mentioned ice cream. Your body nearly quivered with excitement. "Ice cream after sex. I like that. Let's go right now!"

Sukuna laughed and wrapped his hands tighter around you. "Of course, love. Just give me a couple minutes. You wore me out."

"That's because you're old....too old." You teased, scrunching your nose up at him. He glared at you rolling so that you were on your back below him.

"Careful there, little exorcist, or I'll have to show you what happens when you tease old men." He warned, looming over you.

"But then we'll never get ice cream." You said.

Rolling off you, he laughed. "Yes yes, we'll get your damn ice cream." Her excited behaviour made it all worth it, and once again, he was glad he found someone who never wanted to exorcise him.

Even though you did cheat in hide and seek.

[prolix-yuy]

Laura my darling, not only will I give you Honey Bear, but I'll give you every last thing on your list because YOU DESERVE IT (and frankly, so do we all).

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x F!Reader

Position: Honey Bear

Word Count: 1134

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, blowjob, handjob, ass play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), lil size kink, a whole lot of sweetness.

Notes: Javi is my sunshine boy and if anyone was going to be the Honey Bear mascot, it would be him. Plus we have to celebrate you popping my Javi cherry (that sounds naughty because it is lol) and sharing our gorgeous sunny man!

You meant to make dinner for Javi tonight. You really did. Everything was chopped and marinating and seasoned and ready, but when he walked in the kitchen and his whole being lit up, you had to kiss him senseless.

“Mi amor,” he said with such wonder, eyes wide and smile crinkling his face, that you just couldn’t help pulling him down by his open collar and laying one on him. And another. And then so many more you don’t know how he got you down the hall and into his bed. Well, your bed. It still gave you butterflies remembering you shared it.

“I was trying to make you dinner,” you protest half-heartedly as he divests you of your shirt, yanking his own over his head before gathering you in his arms. The soft heat of his body curls your toes, bouncing locks tickling your chin as his mouth travels to kiss between your breasts. 

“You are more delicious than any meal,” he says, licking your sternum and humming as if to prove it. 

“Oh? What do I taste like?” you tease, carding your fingers through his caramel locks as he noses up and around your bra line. He cups the other in his palm, and you marvel at how his hand dwarfs it. Arousal grows sticky between your legs.

“Fresh melon. Prosciutto. Basil. Aged balsamic.” You giggle at each new culinary delight, basking in Javi’s attentions. His poetic soul makes you want to give more of yourself day by day.

“An excellent appetizer,” you say, tugging him up to return to your lips. His kiss is slick and hot, tongue dancing against yours.

“A whole meal, princesa,” he corrects, pulling you down to fit against his hips. Despite the playfulness he’s thick and throbbing against you, and a wicked little idea takes over. Lifting your hips, you roll him onto his back and lift to your knees, his hands coming to knead at your hips.

“You know what you taste like, Javi?” you ask, a twinkle of mischief in your eye and a plan in your smile. Javi’s smile falters briefly for confusion as you dismount him, moving to settle between his legs instead. 

“Amor…” he says, eyebrows turning up as you lean down to mouth at his soft stomach. He tenses briefly, and you bulldoze over any self-consciousness by peppering his tummy with kisses and licks.  Soon he relaxes below you, and you admire how broad and golden he looks against the crisp white sheets, eyes hazy and hands reaching for you.

“You taste like honey,” you say, sliding your hands down to unbutton his linen pants. His breath stutters as you ease him out of the last vestiges of clothing, bare and perfectly laid out. “My honey bear,” you say, dipping down to press a kiss to the underside of his cock.

“Mi sol, I haven’t even…please, let me…” Javi’s voice cracks as you see him warring with his otherwise gentlemanly bedroom manners. He always makes you cum, as many times as you’ll let him, before he takes his own pleasure. Tonight, you have something in store for the man who stole your heart. 

“Honey bear…” you whine, taking him in hand and sliding down to your elbows. With gentle pressure you guide his knees over your shoulders, breathing softly into the crease of his hip as he shudders. It’s new for him, letting you take his pleasure in hand this boldly, but you know exactly what you want to do to make him see stars.

“Okay, okay, yes, mi amor, whatever you want,” he breathes, stroking his thick fingers over the crown of your head. You reward him with a wet suckle over the head of his cock, his thighs clenching around your head. It rushes excitement down your spine and a burn of desire in your cunt as you slowly take him deeper and deeper into your mouth.

Javi’s cock surprised you the first time you saw it, expecting a broad sweet man to be more on the average side. But when you were treated to his girthy length you were impressed, and a little intimidated. Thankfully, Javi knew exactly how to use it, often, and with screaming success. But he rarely lets you suck him off, preferring a few licks before working himself inside you instead. Now, splayed out and trying to suppress his rocking hips, you hum with pride around him. 

“Princesa, you are…so perfect. Let me lick your pussy, please, let me make you cum,” he begs, but you don’t let up on your thorough journey down his shaft. The spit dribbling from the corners of your mouth aids your hand as you stroke the remaining length, cupping his heavy balls in your other hand. An experimental stroke makes him shout, shaking with the effort of not clamping around your head. Satisfied you can take him on your next descent, you pop off and stroke him faster, catching his eye with a shiny smile.

“Honey bear, can I give you something more?” you ask, licking your lips as his gaze darts across your face. 

“Anything,” he groans, bringing your wicked smile back. Returning to his cock, you descend at a steady pace, widening your jaw as your nose brushes the curls at his base. Just as you’re about to take him all, you press a spit-soaked thumb against his tight asshole and make even-pressured circles against him.

“Ay dios mío, mi amor, mierda, ohhhhhhh my god, please, please don’t stop, es muy bueno,” he moans, hips bucking against your hot mouth and forbidden touch. Speeding up, you deepthroat him with shallow strokes, swallowing hard around his thick cock, as you tease just the tip of your thumb against the quivering tautness of his asshole. 

Javi cums with a ragged shout, pumping cum down your willing throat as you drink every last drop. You debate trying to urge him into a second, but give him reprieve as you slide off his cock and soothe his hot skin with your hands. He’s beautifully pink all over, head tossed back and chest heaving as he reaches for you. Tucking you into his side, he presses a kiss to the top of your head before diving his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself.

“Fuck, Javi,” you say, and that gorgeous smile swims into sight as he looks down at you like you indeed are his true love. You know it’s true for you.

“I like the nickname. Honey bear. It makes me happy,” he says, and you wonder if Javi can make anyone glow or if it’s just you.

Then he slides down the bed so quickly a laugh escapes, tossing your legs over his shoulders and burying his nose in your clothed cunt.

“Mi amor, now it’s my turn.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[banes-favourite]

Have you ever considered... puppy play Gortash? He'd be such a naughty pup, ripping up cushions and begging for head pats.

I HAVE it's a kink I hold a particular love for. He'd ADORE completely letting go and drifting into puppy subspace tbh, just getting to be durge's dog. And he'd be a very naughty dog indeed, he bites and rips up the cushions and pillows, digs in the dirt and brings mud in the house, (cw piss play - he absolutely pees on the carpet or durge's leg to claim him) and is constantly whining for food and head pats and belly rubs and attention.

Imagine Durge trying to eat his dwarf stew in peace and feels Gort pawing at him so he looks down to see this

Also I think he'd have a lot of puppy gear. A harness he loves having on, a spiky black and gold collar, a muzzle for when he's a bit too feisty. It's very ironic that Durge is the one muzzling HIM but sometimes he gets way too aggressive and reactive so he needs it as well as some time alone in his crate 🙏

[laurfilijames]

Hide

Part 2

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 2,991

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Cockwarming. Unprotected intercourse. Post-sex pipe smoking while completely naked. Fili is a cocky, naughty dwarf.

Summary: After fooling around and nearly getting caught by orcs earlier, Fili can't sleep or settle his insatiable need for you.

A/N: This is my final contribution to Deano Bingo 2022! It is a follow up to my first fic of the event Hide that had many of you asking for more! Thank you to everyone for your support and readership 💗 You inspire me to do more and challenge myself.

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Sleep seemed to come easily to everyone else in the company except for you, your mind and body still charged and reeling from your earlier encounter with Fili, feeling incapable of finding calm or rest despite knowing you should take the opportunity to.

Every cell in your body craved more of what little you had been given a taste of; the desperation in needing to feel your skin against Fili's so overwhelming you were certain you would never sleep again until you had him.

Rolling over to lay on your other side after having switched from right, to left, to your back too many times to count, you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, trying your best to summon dreams that were anything but those of a naked, blond dwarf pummeling your body with a brute force that had you screaming into the quiet of night.

Focusing on the sound of the fire crackling and the various snores from the deeply slumbering dwarves around you, you eventually dozed off, hoping that Fili - who had chosen a spot for his bedroll on the opposite side of camp so as not to cause suspicion - was sleeping peacefully with an equal desire for you and lewd dreams to match.

As you dozed lightly, the warmth from the fire slowly died off, leaving your back cold and forcing you to nestle yourself further into your blanket until a fresh warmth replaced the exposed sensation and you were roused to the feel of Fili covering you with his heavy body.

His lips tickled against the skin on the back of your neck, the braids of his moustache sending shivering waves down your spine and a grin to break out on your face. You squirmed closer to him, wiggling your bum slightly against the hardening bulge in his trousers, making him breathe deeply onto you, his ability to keep himself quiet fading.

"Fili, what are you doing?" you whispered, turning your head to glance at him as he continued to press his searing lips on your shoulder where he pulled your jacket down to access your skin.

"I can't sleep," he murmured, his voice low and eyes tinged with darkness as he peered at you.

"Why would that be?" you asked, your question audible only to him.

Fili stood with a silent subtlety most dwarves were not graced with and extended his hand to help you do the same while his other placed a thick finger to his lips to urge you to keep quiet, his cheeky smile showing through to make his dimples pierce into either side of his face.

Without questioning a thing, you followed him into the pitch black forest, and as soon as you reached its border where no eyes could reach to unveil your secret, he stopped and took you in a forceful kiss.

"I need you," he vowed in a breathy tone that made your knees feel weak, and to gain support that your legs didn't seem to have as well as displaying how much you needed him in return, you gripped onto his upper arms tightly and dove your mouth against his. This only spurred on his fervor, and moving forward to force you to walk backwards, he strode purposefully until you slammed against a tree.

His hands made quick work, desperately tearing at your garments to expose what parts of you he could the fastest, his eagerness in seeing you bare evident in the erratic pattern he set and the feral glint that sparkled in his icy eyes.

You matched his excitement, ripping open his fur-lined jacket where his body heat poured out to meet your shaking hands, and you moaned with appreciation when you peeled off his tunic and revealed his chiseled form of honed muscle and thick flesh. Dense patches of exceptionally curly, blond hair decorated him from the top of his chest and disappeared beneath the waist of his trousers, which you were hurriedly tugging at the laces of now to free him, your mouth watering at the thought of feeling his heavy, hot member in your hands.

His soft growls encouraged you more, wanting to hear what other sounds you could produce from him by giving him every bit of pleasure he deserved, and the mischievous smile he flashed you as you pulled the leather down his vast thighs to let his cock spring free wildly had you aching more than ever.

You stroked his length appreciatively, relishing in the silky smoothness of his veiny skin until your touch had him bucking into your hand and his mouth flew to your neck where he nipped and sucked in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

"Get these off," he demanded, hooking his fingers in your waistband to aid in removing your pants from you, his sharp words sending another rush of wetness to your core to ready yourself for him. He stepped back from you enough to allow you room to step out of them, and also to give you a view of his nakedness aside from one dagger that remained strapped to the side of his leg. Your eyes stayed fixed on him as you disrobed, slowly and sensually, the view before you of a dwarf so perfectly hewn by the Maker himself causing your hands to caress each part of your own body as it was revealed; the thought of his hands mimicking the sequence fuelling the fire that burned deep inside and waited to engulf your soul.

Finally, you were bare before him, and Fili took a moment to memorize the sight of you, his chest and belly heaving with the deep breaths he used to try to compose himself. It was no use, and in an instant he was covering your body with his, his hands planting themselves against the tree on either side of your face while his tongue greedily demanded entrance to your mouth. His torso pressed on yours possessively, the hairs on his chest teasing your nipples into stiff beads that begged for more of his touch, and right before your mind succumbed to the numbing lust that rose quicker than the tide, you allowed your instincts one last attempt at winning your attention.

"Fili…" you panted, turning your face from his only to grant him access to your neck where he attacked it with wet, hungry kisses that sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a shiver to break out on your charged skin.

"Mhm," he hummed carelessly, his concentration focused on the column of your neck where he swiped his tongue down above your breast.

"This-" A moan disrupted you as his lips pulled your nipple into his hot mouth. "This is far too dangerous!" Your fingers laced through his hair and tugged, attempting to pull him away briefly so you could speak coherently. "Need I remind you what happened last time?"

Fili chuckled against your skin as he worked his way back up to your face, his blazing kisses leaving trails of invisible marks in their wake. He took a deep breath as he stared at you with serious, steely eyes, and his voice was frighteningly low and husky when he spoke.

"What's more dangerous is how out of my mind I'll be if I don't have you."

He wedged his thigh between yours so that the hilt of his blade grazed across your skin, the cool metal making you shiver.

"I'll keep you safe, amralime," he muttered, the assurance of protection in his words contrasting to the menacing look in his eyes.

Giving in to the excitement in the risk, you ground yourself against his thigh, allowing your wetness to taint his firm muscles, while his hands gripped your hips to press you down harder in encouragement to gyrate more on him.

His mouth met yours again, barely capturing your lips, the feigning hesitation and provocation driving you to a madness you had never experienced before. Your breaths mingled together as your lips coyly grazed one another, tempting the other to be the one to give in first; the taunting game building you up to the point that as soon as a proper kiss was given again, there would be no holding back.

To your amusement, Fili was the one to break, crashing against you at the same time he swiped his hands under the backs of your thighs, your laugh that was already muffled by his mouth turning into a gasp as he lifted you effortlessly. His cock wagged and bounced against your wet folds from the motion of him wrapping your legs around his waist, making you whine into him in a plea to have him finally fill you.

Slowing the kiss until it paused, Fili's eyes flickered from your lips up to your own hazy eyes while he leaned into you, his leaking, bulbous head breaching your entrance inch by tantalizing inch.

Raking your fingers through his blond tresses again, you relished in the stretch he created in you; his girth and length pushing your limits beyond what you imagined to be possible, your head swimming as your heart and body welcomed him wholly.

Fili pulled out of your heat before plunging back in again as if for good measure, making sure he reached the innermost depth of you. Pressing his forehead against yours, he sucked in a breath, his chest rising beneath your palms, and quiet enough for only you to ever hear, he whispered: "Don't move. Feel me in you."

Sighing out the breath you had been holding, you allowed your body to relax and resist the instinctive need to roll and rock on his shaft, instead closing your eyes to hone in on the flesh buried inside you that pulsed with need and impatience.

Fili released his own shaky breath when he flexed inside you, a signal to his resolve fading with each passing second, but still he persisted with his challenge.

"Squeeze me," he ordered, his demand rough and short. You did as you were told, contracting your inner muscles around his cock in one long, choking hold until you relaxed with a moan and scratched at the downy hairs on his chest.

"Good girl," he praised. "Again."

His words sparked heat over your skin, and careful not to move in any other way, you tightened your walls in a precisely timed rhythm, as slow and drawn out as you could until your limbs quivered and your soul begged for the imminent rapture you knew he would provide.

In turn, guttural groans spilled from Fili's parted lips at the sensation of being warmed and enveloped by your body, the ability to refrain from moving even slightly inside you crumbling and forcing him to clench his teeth hard together.

"Stop." Fili instructed, his tone unwavering despite how his breathing came out ragged and sweat beaded down his face.

Slipping out of you, he brought two fingers to swipe through where his cock had just been, coating them in your slick, his touch making you jolt against the rough bark that dug into your back.

He flashed you a mischievous grin that was visible despite the darkness that shrouded you; the braids on his moustache twitching as his amusement drew out across his face, and you followed his gaze down to where he rubbed his fingers and thumb together, seeing his glistening cock wet with your arousal shine in the moonlight.

Using his lubricated thumb, Fili reached forward and circled it firmly on your swollen bud, causing you to arch and cry out before you had the sense to stifle your sounds by clasping your hand over your mouth.

"You need to be quiet," he warned, pushing himself back inside you at the same time, deeming your silence impossible. Moving your hips to adjust to his size again, you rejoiced in feeling him glide ever so slightly back out before he pressed his hips into yours forcefully until he bottomed out. "And you're still not allowed to move."

Whining at his persistence to the rules he set, you closed your eyes to ready yourself to be at his mercy, only to gasp when he returned his thumb to your tingling pebble at the apex where you concealed him and rubbed it cruelly.

"Fili…" you panted, scraping your nails at the base of his neck. He allowed your hands to guide his head forward, his lips kissing and sucking all across your chest until he convinced both of your nipples to harden from his attention while he worked your clit mercilessly and continued to refuse moving his shaft within you.

It was torture to not be able to rock in tempo with him, but the more he teased you, the closer you came to your undoing. Your chest rose and fell before his face as he traveled up to meet your lips again, probing his tongue against yours greedily and with an untamed harshness that hinted at his own impatience.

"You're doing so well," he praised, the last words coming out strangled as you carefully squeezed your inner muscles again, feeling his cock twitch in response as such a small gesture became nearly unbearable.

Your kissing became more ardent and sloppy as if you were pouring everything into it that you wanted to do but couldn't, all while Fili increased his pace that turned his methodic circling into erratic strokes, your climax barrelling forward exponentially.

Unable to hold it back, your body began to let the stoic walls it gingerly built up fall around you, your hands groping at his thick flesh and mouth spilling your desperate moans into his to be swallowed up as he broke you down to nothing but weightless pleasure.

Giving up his act, Fili removed his hand from your center and drove his pelvis even further into yours, his arms folding around your back to support you as he thrusted powerfully in a dizzying, pistoning act.

Despite you bearing down around his cock in an impossible grip, he managed to unleash his brute strength and slapped against you while you shuddered through your high, your body humping his in up and down motions that contrasted to his back and forth pumps, mixing to create a perfectly orchestrated union.

His reserved growls through gritted teeth echoed in your ears as if far away, and feeling every muscle shift and ripple under the skin on his back, you hung onto every lingering bit of euphoria, your walls aching and tingling under his barrage of irregular blows. The beads at the ends of his braids swung in time with your movements, tapping your chin and chest to add to the frenzy of intoxicating sensations, and as he worked even harder at chasing his end, you could imagine the strong muscles of his perfectly shaped glutes flexing with unbridled brawn.

You felt yourself soak his middle, and breaking from his mouth in search of breath, Fili roared into the silence that was only interrupted by the sound of wet, slapping skin, the signal of his release simultaneously proven as he sunk his teeth onto your collarbone; marking you twice as his cock painted your insides with his hot seed.

Emulating the same process as earlier, Fili stilled in you and focused on syncing your breaths, his deft hands reaching up to hold either side of your face gently, and meeting your lips again - tenderly now - he toyed with your moist, kiss-bruised flesh, indulging in the taste of you.

He hummed against you, which quickly turned into a soft chuckle, any innocence you thought could remain in him vanishing as he once more started to move his hips so his cock slid in and out of you, daring to make the most of it while he still had time working in his favour.

Moans toppled from your lips as you quivered under his unrelenting touch; the sensation of your combined spend leaking from you and trickling over your oversensitive flesh sending you once more into a state of deliriousness.

"You're going to make it impossible to keep away from you," he quipped, his beard scratching your chin as he brushed his nose with yours and landed to stillness with his forehead leaning against yours.

He sighed deeply, and despite not wanting to, he withdrew from you with a groan and gently guided your shaky legs to the soft, dirt floor of the forest. Your arms remained hooked over his shoulders, and before he could part from you completely, you kissed him slowly and passionately, the spark between you never diminishing.

Time ceased to exist, but eventually you parted when a sense of reality broke through your lust-induced haze.

"I suppose we should return," you suggested, although you weren't set on wanting to follow through with it yourself.

"No." Fili stated, so final and definitive. He grinned at you, making his dimples appear, a playful glint sparkling once more in his azure eyes.

With almost too much confidence, he bent to retrieve his pipe from his jacket, and boldly lit a match in the near-complete darkness, making your whereabouts known to any prying eyes who may be watching. Not bothered to don any of his clothes, he remained stark naked and puffed on his pipe proudly until it was officially lit, the faint orange glow illuminating his sweaty chest and tousled locks.

Exhaling a large plume, Fili looked you over, his expression darkening slightly, making your heart thunder in your chest as you in turn watched him stand proudly in nothing aside from the lonely dagger still strapped to his thick thigh. He made a point to glance up at the pitch-black sky, the stars looming overhead with no sign of the sun being close to making its appearance.

"Dawn is far away yet," he said blatantly, placing his wooden pipe to his inviting lips again to take another inhale of pipeweed. "And I'm not done with you."

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[jakexneytiri]

One more spicey neteyam, and expect me in a couple days. Maybe i should switch characters up?

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You knew he was reserved, observant. You did not think he was so blind to your pining. He may have acknowledged your presence, but he saw you more as an acquaintance of his acquaintances. So basically nothing to him.

He knew what you were doing though. Making sudden movements so the teasing bounce of your breasts would be in the centre of his watchful gaze. He was suspicious of your intent. Cause who the fuck did you want out of the five boys you kept coddling over? He figured he was sexy number six and you wanted to be his naughty nine. Truthfully he was your number one man candy.

He couldn't help but adjust the pride within himself, because you were very beautiful indeed.

So if you wanted a little taste, he was gonna give it to you. After all he couldn't turn down those pretty lips. He couldn't deny he may have fantasized of them wrapped around his dick, wondering how warm your tongue would feel, trying to make the view of your doe eyes looking up at him become reality.

"This is what you wanted huh?" He breathed heavily looking down at you your tongue trailing the length of his thickness. You paused your movements, licking your lips very slowly of his pre cum.

"For starters."

"Oh." He laughed, braids swaying "You think its like that?"

"Well obviously i got it like that." You sassed, pumping him in your hands.

"What you think I got besides a dick for your liking?" He peered down curiously, head tilting to examine your fire lit features.

"Some nice lips I'd like to see sucking on my clit." You left it at that before plunging into relishing him. So tasty and smooth in your mouth. Pleasuring him seemed better than having him pleasure you.

The sounds escaping his slack jaw was all from your doing. You loved how his thick muscular thighs dwarfed your hands, you knew they held the withstanding strength of pure stone and you wanted to be inbetween them. Soon enough you hoped.

When you had finished and made way to move out of the tent you sneaked a glance back at him to find he was already looking at you.

"You got nothing else to say? You are a teacher, am I right?"

"I'm a woman that has needs just like anybody else." You fronted a confident tone to brush of the way his questioning effected your chest. Almost like he was trying to open you up, when all you wanted was his big palms to pry open your miniscule legs (miniscule compared to his muscular limbs anyways)

He caught up to you in two long leaps, and your head spun when he twirled you around placing his chest to yours.

"What did you say to me before?" He pushed you with more questioning. Your eyes reverted to his loincloth. He knew you were about to say something smart by the smirk on your lips but Neteyam was quick witted and prepared for any mouth that would try and fuck him over.

"You want a lesson from me? Is that what you want? Tell me if I'm wrong but you've been sniffing around training grounds for some time now. Whose to say you won't find someone else to fuck or suck down by the river? You understand what I'm saying hmm?"

When you peered up at him through your eyelashes he couldn't help but chastise you. Screw that, trying to look innocent when all you wanted was to find a dick to fill you and drill you.

"I don't like being used, no less by someone who is known for her little games."

"Despite what you may think Neteyam, I'm untouched. I've just been waiting for the right moment."

Your fingers tickled along his pecks towards his jaw before gripping it, and it made his body stiffen.

"You're no silly boy, I know you noticed me, but you do not know everything Neteyam."

"If you can afford to give me lessons, I expect to be taught well." Yours lips brushed over his before kissing him on the corner of his mouth then swiftly you turned, leaving him as still as a statue, sucked dry from your pillow soft lips and flexible tongue.

A trail of your scent filled his lungs and the skim of your long unbraided hair left a tingle on his skin. You left him in a shocked state, and he was not about to let you try and patronise him. Mmhm you were going to be taught a lesson real well.

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Today, on 28th January, 2011

Q Magazine published with Queen 16-page exclusive - May & Taylor Speak! / 'The Unseen Freddie'

Roger Taylor interview (extract)

Who did you have most in common with when the band first got together?

Brian, really. We haven’t always got on but we’ve come to realise that we need one another. Brian is my enduring mate, but I was very close to Fred. I think we were the naughty ones.

You and Freddie were flatmates for a while in the very early days of Queen. Did you cook for each other?

Oh God! [Laughs]. One Christmas I was there with Fred and all we had was a packet of bread sauce that you make with water. We used to dream of a can of beans! We were very broke but we still managed to ponce about and appear rather grand.

You’d been a dentistry student. Did Freddie ever ask you for advice about his teeth?

Well, not really. His teeth were in strange places. I think he was very fearful, quite squeamish about having anything done because it would have involved fairly major surgery.

Queen released their first seven albums between 1973 and ’78. Not bad going…

No, I suppose it wasn’t. We were very painstaking making the albums, too. It was almost like a privilege to get in these studios which, at the time, cost what seemed like a fortune. Thirty quid for every hour! So we respected that and just grafted.

Did Bohemian Rhapsody seem like a peculiar song at all when Freddie first suggested it?

No, I loved it. The first bit that he played to me, was the verse. “Mama, just killed a man, dah-dah-la-dah-daah, gun against his…” All that. I thought, “That’s great, that’s a hit!” It was in my head, a simpler entity then; I didn’t know it was going to have a wall of mock Gilbert and Sullivan stuff, you know, some of which was written on the fly. Freddie would write these huge blocks of mass harmonies on the backs of phone books.

When Freddie would say thinks like “What’s a mortgage, darling?” in interviews, Brian and John didn’t seem to like it too much…

No, I don’t think they did.

What did you make of it?

I thought it was hilarious because it was always a complete wind-up. He knew that what would annoy people more than anything was assuming this sort of Marie Antoinette… “Let them eat cake!” That was him. You know, “F*** ‘em. If they don’t like me I’ll be even worse than they expect.

Did you ever accompany him on his legendary shopping sprees?

Oh yeah. We used to buy each other rugs occasionally. Freddie used to say, “Always buy the best, dear”, which is a great piece of advice. There’s no point in getting the Jag when you can have the Aston Martin.

Was that your philosophy?

In a way, although I didn’t take it anyway near as far as he did. We’ve been incredibly lucky, we’ve had a great career and I’ve never been one to hide it. We are what we are. At the same time we’ve done lot of quite good things. Maybe [laughs].

Queen’s parties were infamously wild…

It really was a very small part of what was going on. We just thought it was a laugh. If we could screw that much money out of the record company to have an almighty blowout then why not? It’s just become… the myth of the dwarf with the coke on his head [at the New Orleans launch party for their 1978 album Jazz] and all that. It never happened.

Really?

No. Well, I never saw it [laughs]. I’d tell you if I did. There were weird things going on but… [mildly weary] the parties and everything, people like to hear about all that but it’s sort of in the past now.

But you must appreciate why people love those stories.

Yeah, but I wouldn’t recommend a party with a hundred strippers as a great marketing tool.

In an interview back then you said, “I like strip clubs and strippers and wild parties with naked women.” Was that an accurate summary of your interests?

Ha! All true, of course.

Was cocaine ever your thing at all?

Well, everything was around then. We did a bit of this and that but I don’t think it ever really ruled us.

Everything in moderation.

[Laughs]. We were never for moderation.

As Queen became more successful, why did you travel around in separate limos?

That was the easiest way to do it. Limos are the stupidest cars. There’s really only room for two passengers and you’d usually have your girlfriend or wife or whatever, companion, or your assistant with you. We could afford four you know? It was nothing to do with not wanting to speak to one another.

What did you think when Freddie turned up one day with his new moustache?

I always said that he could have ridden naked down Oxford Street and got less publicity than he did by growing a f****ing moustache. One man grows moustache. Not a big deal. But it was, obviously, in his case. It represented this sort of gay clone scene at the time, so there was some sort of vibe off that. I mean, it didn’t bother us at all.

What misconceptions do you think people might hold about Freddie?

Well, he had a very shy side and a very forceful side as well. That was it, really. In the studio he was such a worker. That’s where he was completely at home, not shy at all. I never had a cross word with Freddie. He was the glue that kept us together, in a way. It’s difficult to describe. A complex man. In a social situation he might be quite shy, but then he could also enter the room with all the charisma turned up to 10 and take it over, but he’d have to psyche himself up for that.

As he would if he was going onstage?

Absolutely. The same thing, really.

Apparently on tour you and Freddie played a lot of Scrabble. Who was the best?

Fred and I used to love Scrabble. We all played, but it got a bit too serious so the other two would drop out. Freddie was brilliant because he could score more with fewer tiles. I was pretty much his match, I think. Brian got the most points I’ve ever seen with one word, which was 168. Can I remember what the word was? Yes, “Lacquers”. “Q” on the triple, all seven letters, triple word. Work it out. [Q Ed’s note: we’ve tried and failed – over to you, Scrabble nuts.]

When you knew that Freddie was dying was there any question of stopping?

No. He only asked two things. The first was let’s keep working. The other thing was when he was really sick, just come and visit me.

Towards the end Freddie’s home was besieged by the press. That seems normal now but it was quite unusual at the time.

Yeah, his house was surrounded by vultures. They’d even be photographing his groceries as they were brought out of the car. It was horrific, actually.

Did you make your feelings known when you would go and visit him?

I did hit a photographer one night and I think I ran over another one’s foot. All those people, what are you going to say, you know? Just horrible dickheads.

Did you get to say goodbye to him?

Well, one time he was very, very sick. I was about 300 yards up the street on my way to see him when Peter [Freestone], his assistant, rang me and said, “Don’t come, he’s just gone.” That was a real blow, but… yeah, literally 300 yards away on Kensington High Street. [Pause, little smile] Next question.

Sorry.

No, that’s alright.

After the Freddie Mercury tribute concert in 1992 did you think, “Well, what do we now?”

Oh, definitely. There was a very empty period. It was, “What do we do now? Well, let’s give up. Yeah, let’s give up. That was good. That’s done.” Then, of course, after a while you’d feel, “Well, shall we finish that material?” Eventually we summoned up the strength to finish it and I think we made a good job of it [the resulting album was 1995’s Made In Heaven].

Can you understand why some fans think that the whole idea of the Queen musical We Will Rock You, is almost offensive?

Yeah, I do, and they’re welcome to think what they like because I hate musicals. The fact is we did our best to make it an enjoyable experience for those who might like that kind of thing. I make no excuses for it. If you get all purist about things… everybody wants everything to be kept in a jar like it always was and that’s not the way the world works.

Queen’s album sales are often given as being approximately 300 million. Do you have any idea what the actual figure is?

Honestly, I don’t know. Somewhere between two and three hundred, maybe. It’s a lot. [Pause] Great, isn’t it? [Laughs]

(➡️ source: brianmay.com website)

📸 Pic: 1986 - Freddie Mercury posing