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compulsive consumption

character: sunday warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, fem reader, messy sleepy sex, dubcon at the start (somnophilia), extremely codependent relationship, a hint of a daddy kink, size kink/size difference, a lil bit of blood, overstimulation, creampie words: 2.3k

notes: maisie said exhausted almost asleep sex with sunday and somehow, this is what transpired

It’s become a ritual at this point; something special, something sacred, a ceremony you ardently anticipate each and every night, a sumptuous way to conclude the day and enter into sleep.

Because Sunday’s work day is long, tiring and tedious, and too often are there instances where you don’t see him at all—not a flash of silver-blue hair, nor a glimpse of ivory feathers—during your waking hours. 

But he always comes back to you in the deep of night, after the moon as passed its highest point in the sky, after you’ve slipped into a fitful dreamland, incomplete without its master. 

This you can be sure of. This you can expect eternally, always. 

He’s dead on his feet by the time he returns to the sanctuary of your shared bed, linen steeped in your scent, engulfing him in a sweet embrace the moment he burrows between the sheets. 

But it’ll never compare to the real thing. 

Large hands snake through the fabric, navigating it expertly, as they’ve done every single night before, as they’ll do every single night after. 

You’re wearing one of those lace-trimmed silk babydolls that he loves so much, shimmery material pooling around his wrists in bunched waves as eager palms slip beneath the garment. Lithe fingers curl around your hips, nails nipping the skin in a way that’s almost tender, embedding themselves in your flesh as Sunday anchors a good grasp. 

No panties—good girl.

Then he’s tugging you toward him, your limp body obeying easily, a soft noise vibrating deep in your throat. Little hands grope instinctually at the air, clawing at nothing in search for him, before you roll toward his heat, a moth to a flame, a bee to honey, an addict to their fix. 

Instinctual, automatic, right. 

“Sunny?” 

“I’m here, darling,” he nuzzles into your cheek, ribcage expanding against your torso as he inhales, deep and hungry. A slow exhale follows, as if he’s savouring the scent, intertwined with a soft hum. “I’m here.”

No other words are spoken as he shoves at his waistband, freeing his incessantly aching cock, one palm splayed on the mattress by your shoulder, keeping him precariously hovering above you, the other curling around the base of his cock, squeezing twice. 

He’s been thinking about this. He’s always thinking about this. 

It’s an insatiable craving that inevitably (and predictably) begins to flare up a few hours before it’s time for him to retire; an unbearable itch birthed behind his sternum, clawing at his heart, growing, spreading, infecting each limb and organ as time ticks by so that it has enveloped his entire form in torrid yearning for you the moment he’s off the clock. 

The blood in his veins prickles, surges with each step that carries him closer to his lover, almost as if it’s attempting to escape, becoming fervent at the thought of being close to you.

The only reprieve to be found is when he sinks into your sweet cunt—ill-prepared, Sunday’s desperation casting a dense haze of lust over his brain; a sick pressure pressing against the walls of his skull, rendering logic incoherent and unnecessary, reducing him to something primal and salivating.

Delicate skin stretches, strains, splits as your body opens itself up for his cock, a soft hiss inhaled through the gaps of your teeth, jaw clenching with the action. 

“I know, I know, I’m almost in,” he soothes, voice already gone hoarse from the way your body swallows him down, cunt gorging itself on his cock, cute little hole fluttering around his shaft as he bottoms out, almost as if it’s striving to suck him in further, draw him in deeper.

Greedy little thing. 

He always allows himself a moment to bask in the feeling—to bask in the warmth of your body wrapped around his in the most intimate, complete sense: cockhead pressed snuggly to your cervix, your thighs embracing either side of his hips, your ankles instinctually linking behind his back in a possessive grip, heels digging into the dimples cushioning the base of his spine as they try to push him in more.

A sigh decompresses his chest, his body draping itself over yours as all of the trials and tribulations of the day seep from his pores, your cunt an automatic remedy, an instant rhapsody. 

You’re drooling all over him, he can feel it—eager slick that pools around the base of his cock and streams down to puddle in the folds of his balls. It’s awe-inspiring, the way your body immediately reacts to his own—you’ve already soaked him, neatly trimmed silver curls dewy and glistening as they sop up your slick, and he’s done nothing more than fill you up with his flesh. 

A moan pries its way past his lips, an involuntary reaction, his hips grinding down into you, smearing your arousal across his skin in a thick glaze. It’s slippery, his pelvis gliding against your body with fluid ease, pubic bone rolling over your swollen clit in slow, hard motions. 

You’re murmuring something, pleads wadded up between your molars, gurgling on the back of your tongue as you burrow your face into his shoulder.

“Okay, okay, sweet girl,” he’s pacifying, the mattress dipping as his knees dig into it, bare palms running along your thighs in a smooth, tender caress. 

Nimble fingers hook behind your knees, gently unlatching your legs from around his waist and pushing them up, up, up, until your thighs are on either side of your torso and your heels are resting on his shoulders. 

And then, he begins. 

There’s no gradual build up, no anticipation or teasing—neither of you have the patience or restraint for that; not tonight, not ever—and his pace is ruthless right from the start, his thrusts kept quick and deep as his hips piston into you.

The harmony of wet, sticky slaps fills the room, intertwined with your little whines and his husky growls as his balls, thoroughly drenched in your essence, smack against your ass, a sordid metronome.

Sugar-stained breath wafts across your face in dense pants as his body shrouds yours again, crushing your thighs between heaving chests, the tops of your toes curling around the nape of his neck. The mattress dents further beneath his knees, strong muscles flexing as his rutting accelerates, the head of his cock grinding against your g-spot in harsh, shallow jabs. 

His name oozes from your lips, thick and lazy and swathed in spit, bastardized by his motions into a single syllable, your tongue never quite able to get the word out. It sounds like you’re drowning in it, almost, a precious garble of Sun-Su-Da-ay collecting at the back of your throat, sliced to pieces by pleasure. 

Lashes fluttering against drowsiness, your head raises off the pillow, yearning to string a smattering of sloppy kisses along his jawline. Sunday hums, head quirking to the side and presenting to you his stretched neck, a silent request for more. 

And you obey, like the perfect little angel you are, tongue following the curve of his neck in one smooth, flat, fluid brush—from the hinge of his jaw to the protruding knob of his collarbone. It gleams in the dim light and you sigh a little, proud of your work. He looks so pretty painted in strokes of you. 

Soft lips follow the path of saliva back up his throat, sealing yourself into his skin and giggling sleepily at the quivery little whine your motions evoke, Sunday nestling clumsily into your kiss. 

Silver-blue tufts cling to his temples and his forehead, plastered with sweat into defined points, his sunset eyes gone dark and glimmering, framed by heavy lids drooping beneath the combined weight of exhaustion and ecstasy. 

Despite the fatigue of the day, of his duties and obligations, he’s still absolutely ethereal, glowing in the radiance of your combined love, reinvigorated bit by bit with every sound he manages to tug from your throat—precious little moans and broken little gasps that he breathes in, gulps down, devours in time with the pumping of his hips.

They’re traded in exchange for sounds of his own, quiet whimpers and soft grunts exhaled onto your waiting, wanting tongue with every plunge of his cock. The appendage curls, hugging the sounds, melting them in the heat of your mouth and steeping your tastebuds with him before it darts back out again, tip lapping ravenously at his parted lips—tracing along his cupid’s bow, licking at the edges of his teeth, teasingly brushing the point of his own tongue, enticing it to come out and play. 

That earns you a chuckle, something wispy and warm spilling down your throat, genuine amusement molding his mouth into an open grin.

He gives you what you want, tongue lolling out from between spit-slicked lips—an offering to you, and one you take gladly, greedily, suckling it into your scorching mouth to wreathe your own tongue around it in a slippery embrace. 

A shudder ripples through his flesh, muscles seizing, and he whines low and needy in his throat, the only warning you get before he’s surging forward, front teeth clacking against your own, pinched lips splitting between sharp enamel. 

Copper floods his mouth, tangy and pungent, but it does not deter him, his own tongue charging at yours with such force you nearly choke on it. You swear he’s attempting to lick down your throat, tongue jammed at the back of your mouth and sweeping across it, as if it’s desperate to venture deeper.

His breath his hot against your face, ragged pants exhaled through his nostrils beading on your cheeks and upper lip. The snapping of his hips has turned vicious, voracious, fucking into you in time with his tongue, stuffing you full from both ends.

It’s a divine sensation, being so filled up with Sunday—whole, right, one, like you were incomplete before this moment, and will be incomplete after he’s gone, something vital missing—and you keep trying to siphon him in further, throat constricting as it swallows around the tip of his tongue.

He wants to give you more, front lips mashed between sharp incisors as his mouth shoves forward, another spritz of blood—yours, his, doesn’t matter—smearing across chins, sticky and watered down with saliva, a pale pink glaze. 

But his lungs are burning, huffs of breath tangling together within your conjoined mouths and scarfing down each other’s air, coughing around your lover’s exhales while oxygen slowly but steadily dissipates. 

He breaks apart with a discontented whine of his own, clammy forehead resting against yours as you each gulp down air, stuttered and wheezing. Wrecked, raw little noises spill into the space between your lips, continuously shattering your attempted inhales, fucked from your chests with the wild bucking of his hips.

Rapture has been building within the both of you, brought closer and closer by each drive of his cock, each drag over that swollen spot deep within you, each teasing drift of your clit over his skin, his thrusts turned jerky and desperate as he chases that bliss, as he endeavours to deliver it to you.

“Please,” you’re begging for it, the one thing only he can give you, a single piece of heaven, of him, carved from his soul and gifted to you every night. “Please, Daddy, please, please—”

He’s nodding against you in short, swift motions, forehead grinding into your own, his tongue laving messily at your lips, as if attempting to sop up the remnants of your moans. 

“I love you,” he manages to gasp out, rhythm never faltering, each ram into you harder and faster than the last. “I love you, I love you, I—a-ah—”

Hot cream fills your cunt suddenly, his cock throbbing almost viciously as it spurts endless loads of cum into you—so much, too much; your little womb can’t nearly take it all, stuffed and bulging before finally overflowing with his seed, thickly dribbling past the tight seal of his cock to gather in the ridges of the sheets, little rivers of silky white slowly seeping into crisp linen.

He always cums quick during these nightly rituals; you both do, too eager to have one another—a piece of one another—buried within you, or sheathing hard flesh and soaking into it, saturating it with your essence.

But it doesn’t stop there, because you can’t, because it is not and never will be quite enough to satisfy the ravenous craving you each harbour for one another. His hips don’t still, won’t still, not even after he’s emptied his balls into you and milked himself dry, jolting in erratic, juddering motions. 

Your own pelvis rolls up in lazy ruts and sloppy circles, half-baked sounds of pleasure drivelling from the corner of your mouth with sleepy spit. Sunday has since collapsed on top of you, his weight pleasant and grounding, his breath a humid constant against your sticky skin. His palms outline the contours of your body as his hips rock, fingers sinking into plush flesh to knead and grope in appreciation. Delicate vessels snap beneath his grip, tissues flooded with navy and violet, leaving a smattering of fingerprints seared into your flesh. 

You fuck until you’re both layered in sweat and slick, bodies gliding together effortlessly in smooth, wet movements, skin shimmering with one another beneath beams of silver. You fuck until your cunt is raw and puffy, chafed from the ceaseless rubbing, until you’re both sucking in hisses and jittering out strained whines from the shocks of overstimulation, routinely coursing through your frames in thick electric waves. 

You fuck until you’re both too exhausted to continue, pathetic humping slowing to something tender and sporadic before it finally halts completely, Sunday still buried to the hilt, and you fall asleep stained with each other—you in his sweat and his breath and his fractured, hummed out moans; him in your cunt with evidence of your conjoined arousal glazing his pelvis and his thighs and his balls, sticky sweet like syrup. 

It is the most blissful heaven either of you could ever dream of, nothing more pure than the ecstasy of entering sweet dreams submerged in one another, saturated with one another, bodies stitched together into a singular, perfect entity, breathing and being as one.

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It won't fit

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Word Count: 3,200+ (600+, 500+, 1,100+, 800+)

Synopsis: The four commanders of the Victoria Punk were large in size, in every way. Eyes finally catching what goes on below their hemlines, you're brought to terms with the fact that it would be difficult to fit.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, 18+, Smut, all individual encounters with the four commanders, Kid x reader, Killer x reader, Heat x reader, Wire x reader, afab!reader, reader has breasts, size kink, size difference, no gendered terms used, first time with each of them, swearing, cumming, oral, hurt & comfort, pet names used.

Notes: Based on an ask @bitchimasnake-sss got about a size difference for Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji. I loved it, and wanted to see it for these four big boys. Everyone should check it out!

Gazing down from your position in front of him, your eyes met with his pulsating cock. Twitching in the air, his impressive girth and length caused your heart to beat rapidly in your chest. Heat swelling your cheeks, with your jaw falling slack, all you could manage to stutter in your stupor was a small whimper. 

“It won't fit.”

Eustass Kid

“Yes it will, don't be a baby about it,” he growled at you. Grabbing at your thighs, he moved you to lay down the bed and towards his large cock. His pale shaft contrasted his ruby-red tip beautifully, each angry vein expanding his cock with each pulsating rush of blood engorged and expanded. 

Panic shot through you as he lined up his tip with your slit, slowly dragging the cockhead over your slick pussy and tapping your clit with it briefly. 

“No, you don't understand-! It's too big, Kid! I don't think I can take it,” you managed to stutter out, your eyes wide and panicked as he stilled his motions. Immediately cocking his head in a sharp tilt, he glared down at you with his forehead lowered in a deep furrow. 

“You-... You want to stop?” He asked you lowly, each syllable pronounced so there was no misinterpretation of his question, “Say the word and we'll stop, ‘kay? I'm not gonna force ‘ya to do somethin’ you don't want.” At that, he withdrew completely, sitting back on his calves with his hand pressed on his thigh. 

“No-, I mean-, I don't-, I-,” you add, shaking your head and rising to a seated position, “...I want to try. Can we-... Can we go slow? I'm not used to taking anyone so large, and I'm a little-.”

"-Frightened of little ol' me?" Kid's eyes darted between yours, the crisp golden hue warming you with the crackle of mischief twinkling within.

"A little, yeah," you nod at him, your lip twitching into a quivering smile. Darting your eyes to the ground, clenching and unclenching your hands to stifle your nerves before meeting his gaze once more. Kid smirked at your confession, leaning down towards you and raising his hand to grip at the back of your head. 

“Although I may look and sound it sometimes,” he smiled at you, amber eyes darting between yours, “I'm not some huge asshole that doesn't take their partner into account. I can go slow. Just breathe with me, alrigh’?” 

Stooping lower, he pressed his lips to yours and slowly lined his tip up once more with your slit. Slowly rocking his hips, he stretched your pussy with his bulbous tip, prompting your eyes to snap shut and body tense in response. 

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your cheek, jaw, and neck, “Just breathe. I'm gonna go slow, and you'll get used to it.” 

His cock slowly eased in with each soft motion, each small portion of his shaft you took, he would press a flurry of kisses against your skin. Neck, chest, collar, back up to the corner of your lips, all kisses in a bid to ease you into it and breathe with him. 

Not before long, Kid was whimpering and panting, his cock being squeezed by your tight pussy causing him to almost become a blubbering mess. His entire cock had your body mold to the shape of him, each twitch and pulse from it causing you to sigh and stretch to accommodate him. 

As you finally adjusted to the large stretch, Kid was already shaking with the restraint of not pistoning his cock into you repetitively. He was already so close to cumming from the feeling of it alone, he truly didn't know how long he'd last if you finally acclimatized to his entire length. 

“It's okay,” you nodded, looking up at him and cupping his face, “I'm okay. You can move now.” 

“Oh thank fuck for that,” he groaned, immediately testing the sensation by pulling out a fifth of the way and rocking it back into you. When all it was met with was a moan from you, he did it again. More of his length came out, more of it pressed back into your pussy in a hard snap of his hips. The pace was set to a heavy rhythm of deep claps of his hips meeting yours. 

“F-Fuck. Told you it'd fit.”

Massacre Soldier Killer 

Letting out a soft exhale and shaking his head, he slowly drew your attention up to him by cradling your cheek in his scarred left palm. 

“We don't have to do anything tonight if you’re not ready,” he gently soothed you with a softness in his voice, contrasting the hardness of his pulsating cock. “I know I'm a little bigger in comparison to you. It'll make things pinch and sting a bit. I don't want to hurt you.” He moved his thumb in soothing circles against your cheek, truly meaning every word falling freely from his lips. 

Giving him a gentle shove, you push him to sit against the mattress, following your lead and reaching up to cup the backs of your thighs. Slowly crawling on top of him, he leans back and welcomes you to sit on his lap completely. 

“I want to try,” you round your eyes at him, pouting and moving your knees to circle his hips. Spread in a wide straddle, you move your pussy over his tip and slowly grind your slit on him, “Can I please try? If we take it slow?” Killer nodded, thankful that the mask shrouded his face from view due to the fact he was clamping his teeth so hard on his lips to stop the whimper from escaping. 

“W-We can try. I won't move a muscle until you're ready,” he stuttered, raising his arms to hold his hands beside his head: flat with palms up beside him. 

Leaning forward, you line yourself up with his cock and roll your hips against it. The large tip does nothing to enter your tight heat, slipping and sliding against your slick and causing Killer’s breath to hitch. Reaching one hand down to grasp his swollen cock, you hold it steady between your legs and roll your tight core against his blunt tip more intentionally. 

You wince at the sting of his pretty flushed tip entering your body, the stretch feeling immediately sore at your muscles expanding around him. Finally taking that first ridge of his tip past the largest point, you release his shaft and seek out his hands to anchor yourself against. 

True to his words, the only muscle Killer uses is widening his fingertips for you to lace yours within. All gentle, all soft, all welcoming and patient: Killer grit his teeth harder to halt the urge to bounce his thick cock up into your smaller frame. 

Slowly and surely, your walls relax around him and finally sheath him completely into your pussy. Walls fluttering around him, your clit grinds against his pubic hair and you whine at the contact. At that soft sound falling freely from your lips, Killer immediately unlaces his hands from yours and claps them around each of your ass cheeks, holding you firm and adjusting himself to the tight squeeze of your cunt clenching him in a vice-grip.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he huffed, groanding at his cock being strangled by your heat, “You gotta relax around me, sweet thing. Just relax, alright?” He withdrew his left hand from your ass and brought it to your face, cradling your cheek within the heel of his palm. 

“I’m right here with you, okay?” he hushed you, gently thumbing over your cheek bone, “I won’t move until you’re ready.”

Heat

“Do you,” he began, halting as he sought out your attention with his eyes, “Do you want to do something else?” He reached forward, his eyes flickering over your face and searching for understanding. His expression was captured completely in his hollowed eyes, hunching his shoulders and stooping to match your height with his own.

Heat was seven feet tall, his kindness welcome, but wholly unexpected and unfamiliar. His softness in comparison to the other three leaders of the Kid Pirates was what drew you to him: that kind hand mirroring the words pouring like honey from his fire-breathing lips. 

“We can calm things down, you know?” he offered, pressing his forehead against yours with a soft smile, “I can go ask Killer for some potatoes. We can make all different styles together. Fat-cut chips, hash browns, roast potatoes in duck fat, mashed potatoes as a creamy dip. If you’d rather we don’t do anything intimately, we could-.”

“-Can I try just a little bit of it?” you spoke over him, eyes peering dotingly down at his stiff cock, bobbing vibrantly in the air, “Just to see if I can? Not all of it, but... Just the tip?” You gulped back a dry mouthful of saliva glancing up through your eyelashes at the blue-haired commander. 

Heat’s face dusted with a vibrant shade of red, tinting his nose and tips of his ears with the hue. He swallowed the immediate “yes,” he so desperately wanted to bark out at you, focussing more on the serious tone lingering in the air. Following your gaze down at his cock and darting back up between your two orbs, he nodded slowly as he sucked in his scarred lips. 

“If you want to,” he whispered slowly, drawing you close and pressing a sweet kiss against the apple of your cheek, “Let me take you over to the bed, okay. Lie on your side for me?” 

He guided you to the large bed, each element smelling distinctively of incense, crisp linen, the stale linger of his cologne on the pillow cases, and something that felt like him. Lying on your side and offering him a sweet smile, he crawled over your body and caged you beneath his broad shoulders and muscular arms. 

“I promise I won’t put it all in,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your shoulders and gently caressing him with each featherlight kiss, “Just the tip.” You nod at him, drawing your hand up and gently smoothing over the hair covering his ears. Falling behind your body, he jolted your knee forward with one of his own, lacing a lengthy thigh between yours, and lined his cock up against your glistening slit. 

The reason he asked to position you in the first place is so you didn't become frightened by that hungry look in his eyes. That soft little ‘just the tip,’ that fell so innocently from your lips almost had him cum on the spot. He couldn’t let you know how eager he was to try it, how desperate he was to just have the smallest amount of his cock buried in your pussy. Drawing his palm down to your ass, he gently spread your cheek and exposed your entrance to him from behind. The shudder in his jaw matched the glaze of lust eclipsing his eyes. 

Testing your heat, he reached down further and flicked his digits over the slit and collected your arousal. You mewled at the soft contact, arching your back and gently rocking your ass against his hand. He chuckled in your ear, giving your shoulder blade a swift kiss. Scooping his unoccupied palm beneath the pillows under your head, he cradled your chest against his body and lined up his cockhead with your warmth. 

“Comfy?” he asked you, reaching down with the hand cradling you and collecting one of your breasts within his palm. You nodded, collecting his knuckles beneath your chin and giving it a quick kiss. Taking that as consent, he gently rocked his hips forward and eased his fat tip inside your slick cunt. His eyes rolled back at the squeeze, almost becoming lost in the moment and wanting so desperately to claim more of you with himself.

You hissed at the small sting, your walls fluttering and straining to accommodate his girth with each soft stretch. He halted at the rim of his tip disappearing into your body completely, his knob fully nestled within your body. Releasing a sigh, you flopped your head onto his arm and leaned into his embrace. Although not completely uncomfortable, the stretch of his tip felt like all you could truly take of him. His entire length would simply overwhelm you, needing a lot of practice before you were able to take the whole shaft. 

“You okay, Heat?” you asked softly over your shoulder. The grip on your breast firmed, his arm seeming to vibrate with a soft quake. “Is this bad for you? Are you uncomfortable-?”

“-I’m t-trying not to cum,” he managed to stutter out, the hand on your ass moving to your hips to hold you stationary, “I-It-... It’s been a while. I-I-I’m gonna cum-!” 

A large smile split up your face, prompting you to boldly arch your back and rock his tip inside your slippery walls. He shuddered and shook against you, his tip never truly leaving your body while the soft rocking over the sensitive head drew him to the white-hot ecstasy he was desperately attempting to withhold. 

It only took a few more rocks before he came undone within your walls. The first few drops spilled over before he rocked his hips out of you and sprayed your back with his cum. He had no time to reach down and grip it before he was panting your name into your neck and spurting his release in white flashes over your ass. His choked whines and whimpers were caught in his throat, the little apologies flinging forth with each wave of release shooting against your skin.

“F-Fuck, fuck, shit,” he cried, his cock betraying him as he burried his face into your neck, “I-I’m sorry. ‘M sorry. It-... You-... So good.” You offered him a soft giggle, pressing your lips against his arm and flurrying a burst of soft kisses over his skin. Before you had the opportunity to offer him anything in response, he rolled you onto your back and withdrew back up between your knees. 

“This fucking pussy,” he growled playfully at you, “Is too fucking good. Gonna have to punish it a little bit.” He kissed up your thighs, throwing your knees over his shoulders, and uncaring about your back stamping his release onto his duvet. Eyes holding yours for a moment, he gives you a short wink before immediately surging forward and diving into your pussy. Tongue flicking, mouth claiming, head bobbing, and nose grinding, he was going to have you cum on his face a couple of times as a playful invoke of punishment. 

And then he was going to make you some potatoes. Any way you wanted them, he was going to make them for you. 

Wire

Wire's lips dropped to a somber pout, eyes downturning and tearing his gaze away from your own. Although he had consumed several of your orgasms with his lips, mouth and skilled tongue, he knew there was little chance his cock would be able to bury itself in your plush pussy. 

He was simply too big. Nine feet tall with a cock over one foot: achingly hard, desperately bobbing and leaking precum from his dark rose-colored tip. 

“I know. I'm sorry,” he whispered softly, gently clicking his tongue and attempting to mentally rid his body of desire. Sighing out a sorrowful exhale, Wire flopped onto his back and laced his hands behind his head with his eyes falling shut. His cock stood proud and neglected, his pretty tip twitching and begging wordlessly for stimuli. 

“Hey, look at me, honey,” your voice soothes down at him, your hands reaching for his cheeks and caressing his smooth skin and coarse facial hair. He scrunched his nose up and held his eyes closed in a tight clamp. Giggling at him, you shook your head before brushing your nose with his. 

“Fine,” you whisper, hovering your lips above his, “Be like that.” Pressing your lips against his in a chaste kiss, he barely had time to reciprocate it before he felt you withdraw from him completely. 

Slinking down his chest and over his stomach, you press soft kiss after soft kiss against his flesh. Mouthing at the skin, humming at the elevated goose flesh you leave in your wake, you map a trail down to his neatly cropped and trimmed happy trail. 

Lulling your tongue from your mouth, you lick a fat stripe up from his large vein on the underside, over each divot of elevation towards the frenulum. Mouthing delicately, romancing his cock with each open kiss, you manage to widen your lips enough to nearly encapsulate his cockhead between your lips. The corner of your mouth split the skin, stinging pain prompting you to wince at the tear. His tip was larger than the circumference of your fist, and you simply couldn't put that in your mouth without your teeth biting into it. 

“Don't-,” Wire whispered softly, his Adam's apple bobbing at the motion you were pressing against his skin, “Don't force it, sweetheart. I know it won't fit. It's okay, truly.” He reached down and cupped your cheek, drawing you up to cradle you against his chest.

“But-,” you tried to relay, cut off immediately with a harsh whisper down into your scalp. 

“-I said ‘don't’,” he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead, “It brings me pleasure to bring you pleasure. I don't need anything from you, sweetheart.” He pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, drawing your eyes up to meet his. “I just want you.” His hand relaxed against your face, caressing your skin in slow, soothing circles. 

You hum into his hand, closing your eyes and leaning your lips lower to press a sweet kiss against his palm. He chuckles in response to such a softness from your earlier sultriness. Embracing you in silence against his chest, his cock twitched and began to reduce with his restraint. 

Looking down between you, your legs and ass barely make it to his stomach with the height difference. Lulling your head to the side, you take your lips into your mouth and gaze longingly at his cock. 

“...What if we don't put it in?” you offer, intrigue being met by his cock pulsating and slowly swelling back to life. 

“Don't start, sweetheart. It was just going down,” he grumbled at you, chuckling against your head. You rolled your head back up to meet him, pouting up at him and doeing your eyes at him innocently. 

“What if you fuck my thighs? I can grind your cock on my clit and get it all wet and messy for you?” you offer as if asking him what he wanted for lunch, completely nonchalantly, “You can cum on my stomach or ass, anywhere you want, and I'll say ‘please' and 'thank you’?” Wire growls down at you, his deep baritone vibrating against your shoulder. 

“You can't look at me like that and spurt such filthy shit, sweetheart,” he moved his body up, sitting with you on his chest and manhandling you effortlessly, “Sends me mixed messages. I want to take care of you first, dote on you and make sure you’re feeling safe and secure, and on the other hand, I want to use your thighs as my personal flesh light and fuck them until I'm satisfied.”

Without skipping a beat, you smile back up at him. 

“Use my thighs as your personal flesh light and fuck them until you're satisfied please,” you chirped happily up at him, prompting him to immediately clasp your thighs together and slot his exceptionally large cock between your wet pussy and your thighs. 

“You asked for it, sweetheart.”

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[apoemaday]

Monet Refuses the Operation

by Lisel Mueller

Doctor, you say that there are no halos around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish the edges you regret I don’t see, to learn that the line I called the horizon does not exist and sky and water, so long apart, are the same state of being. Fifty-four years before I could see Rouen cathedral is built of parallel shafts of sun, and now you want to restore my youthful errors: fixed notions of top and bottom, the illusion of three-dimensional space, wisteria separate from the bridge it covers. What can I say to convince you the Houses of Parliament dissolve night after night to become the fluid dream of the Thames? I will not return to a universe of objects that don’t know each other, as if islands were not the lost children of one great continent. The world is flux, and light becomes what it touches, becomes water, lilies on water, above and below water, becomes lilac and mauve and yellow and white and cerulean lamps, small fists passing sunlight so quickly to one another that it would take long, streaming hair inside my brush to catch it. To paint the speed of light! Our weighted shapes, these verticals, burn to mix with air and changes our bones, skin, clothes to gases. Doctor, if only you could see how heaven pulls earth into its arms and how infinitely the heart expands to claim this world, blue vapor without end.

[rubberrollers11]

[rewindingmachine]

[juneknight]

Beneath His Breath

Kink: Forced orgasm

Dorm room Marc deserves this.

*

“I can do it,” he mutters softly, not to you, but to himself. He repeats it again and again, his head slowly lolling to the side. He suddenly jerks against his bonds, cock twitching in your grasp as he loses the battle against relaxing his muscles and thinking of something—anything—besides your lubed hand smoothing up and down his shaft. Marc lets out a frustrated breath, head thudding backwards against the headrest.

“Don’t you want to cum, Marc?” you murmur.

“No,” he mutters. His lips start moving again. Maybe he’s whispering song lyrics, like he was ten minutes ago. Or praying, like he had briefly twenty minutes ago. You glance down toward his cock and give your own shaky sigh. You have never seen him harder than he is now, his cock a dusky red. To switch things up, you let your lubed hand down to cup his balls, to feel the heft of them and how tight they’ve become after thirty minutes of focused edging.

Except it isn’t really edging if you’re trying to make him cum.

“You’re so pretty, Marc, you know that?” He doesn’t respond, lips still moving. Your thumb brushes along the spot where his sac meets his shaft. No response. “This iron clad willpower you’re scraping together is truly impressive.”

“Thanks,” he mutters. You lift his balls gently, searching for that spot behind them, pressing the pad of your thumb against it softly. Marc’s eyes open, staring at everything and nothing all at once as his jaw goes slack. Then his mouth shuts with a click, eyes squeeze tight as he swallows down the groan that vibrates through his entire bare, sweat-slicked chest.

“Very impressive,” you remark. “But baby, we both know you’re a little slut for me. How long do you really expect to last?”

“Til you give up,” he mutters, feet shifting restlessly beneath him. Though his hands are bound behind his back, you left his legs free. You know he likes to bounce his knee when he needs to distract himself. A glance toward your time shows that you have ten minutes and thirty-three seconds to make Marc cum or it’s Game Over.

“I’m never gonna give up, baby,” you whisper. “I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with your pretty dick in my hand. I’m gonna fuck and suck it as often as I choose, because you’ll always be hard for me, won’t you?”

“Stop,” he says, breaths growing even shallower. You know Marc’s body well: the length and girth of his cock, the spots that make him groan, the ones which give him goosebumps. The scars. The freckles. You know just where to touch and with how much pressure to coax a symphony of different sounds from him. All that, and you know that nothing turns him on more than getting inside his head, and the best way to do that is by talking to him.

“I don’t know why I’m even trying to make you cum,” your murmur. “I should leave you just like this, on the edge. Maybe put a ring on your cock. Then you’ll just be my toy, won’t you baby? A pretty toy. Prettiest cock I’d have ever fucked myself with, that’s for sure.

“Please,” Marc mutters, eyes flickering beneath his lids. He loses the rest of his breath, just mouthing the word again and again. Please, please, please.

“I’m gonna fuck myself so loose with you,” you sigh happily. “Keep you inside me even when I’m sleeping, ‘til my pussy feels empty whenever you—”

Marc cums. The first indication that you’ve pushed him over the edge is the breath he takes: full, chest expanding in a way he hadn’t let himself dare until now. His head lolls back, baring his corded throat to you as his mouth parts. In your lubed hand, his cock twitches, lengthening that last little bit before it bursts, cum splashing against the hard line of his abs in one, two, three spurts before spilling down over your knuckles as you work him through his orgasm. The groan that rips free of his throat is enough to haunt your dreams in the best way.

When at last his body has stopped trembling, you pump your other fist in the air.

“Haha! Take that, Spector! Now who’s doing the dishes?”

“Me,” he sighs.

“Say it, say it all in one sentence, it’s so beautiful—”

“I am going to do the dishes.”

You lean in and place a smacking kiss on his lips. He grins against your mouth and laughs at your enthusiasm, shaking his head a little as you untie him. Watching him flex his wrists and fingers, you see his mouth mutter one more thing.

You think he says, Worth it

[mamayan]

i’m here for my reward

can shiggy please piss in my mouth 🙏🏼

thank you yannie ♡

Are you sure you don’t want the kidney too? One incel depraved Shiggy comin’ up♡ Tbh I’ve had this fantasy for a while in my keep for later box. Might expand upon later for all his kinks!

☆彡Game Time★彡

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

CW: Incel Gamer Shiggy • NSFW • Piss Swallowing • Piss Kink • Oral (M) • Degradation (F) • Humiliation (F) • Sub! Reader • DubCon (¿) • Praise (F) • Masturbation (F) • Shiggy is a disgusting dirtbag whom I love ♡

The clicking of the controller was beginning to grate on your nerves.

Your eyes left the phone screen in your hand, tracking his form hunched over in his gaming chair. He hadn’t moved in nearly five hours, still in the same position as when you’d returned home.

Clicking your tongue, you decided it was up to you to save his spine. Only thing that could pull him from this new game was either sex or a blowjob. You still ached from last night, his handling ruthless as he fucked his frustration out on you.

Not that you minded.

Slipping from the bed and your warm cocoon, you padded over stained carpet and kicked aside a few leftover takeout containers to reach his perch in front of the Tv. The room dark without the bright HD flat screen illuminating the space with whatever zombie horror game he was playing. His dark hoodie pulled over his greasy locks, his sweat pants low on his hips with his feet glued to the chair. He couldn’t have been comfortable, but it hardly mattered as you dropped to your knees in front of his chair, not blocking the screen. Least you incur his rage for making him lose.

He’s already lost a multitude of times now, frustration mounting similarly to yesterday, but with a renewed vigor to beat this level.

Even with your pretty face trying to get between his legs, he hardly acknowledges you. When your soft hands reach for his waist band, he’s even helpful in allowing you to tug them down. Normally he’d have glanced down by now, taken in your sultry gaze and sneered. His eyes remain glued to the screen, hands deftly moving as he actually begins advancing.

You’re sold. Happily gripping his half hard cock in your hands, giving a few pumps as he begins to swell fully, girth and length growing under your touch. You know better than to tease him, not now at least. You don’t hesitate to lean into his lap, his torso straightening to allow you closer. Your wet hot mouth breathing over his twitching reddened cock head, the musk and sweat from gaming all day without moving not the most pleasant. It doesn’t matter, your tongue flicking out to lick from the base, over a thick vein which runs from under his shaft, and up to the soft head where you swirl over the slit. Drooling over his cock and slicking him up nicely, earning a low groan and grunt as you swallow half of him. He doesn’t buck or force you further, and you’re even more emboldened as you slowly begin to work him in your mouth, flattening your tongue and allowing your breathing to lengthen. Taking deeper breathes in and slowly letting it out as you finally feel a low burn in your throat as your lips touch wiry deep blue pubic hair. Your nose nuzzling in as you finally take him completely into your throat.

Normally he’d ruin it. Push your head or grind too deep and force you up to cough and suck in air while panicked.

He seems too focused and concentrated to bother with you though, and it’s a good opportunity to enjoy giving him head instead of fighting not to pass out while he face fucks you. Languidly letting your tongue move around his cock, you begin a rhythmic bobbing motion, finding a calmness to this sort of intimacy. It even has your cunt throbbing, thighs rubbing together as you greedily allow a hand to slip into your underwear. It’s enough to have you moaning as you collect your own arousal to slick your clit and softly roll around it. Building your own release as you did his, happy to really take him deep as he huffs and pants above you. The way he’s leaning doesn’t allow you to look up, and with his thighs spread on either side of your head, it’s hard to pay attention to anything but his dick in your throat.

Your moans and whimpers aren’t dismissed by Tomura though. He’s quite aware you’re getting yourself off like some sort of cam slut while taking his cock in your filthy mouth. He knows you’re shaking your dripping cunt and shoving your fingers inside, but he’s winning right now, shockingly able to focus better as he feels his cock twitch in your tight contracting throat.

“Fuck— don’t think of stopping slut, you better take my load straight into your stomach— hhsss,” he hisses in pleasure and irritation as his balls tighten, your free hand moving to fondle and roll his nuts between your little fingers. His shoulders hunch, but his dark tired red eyes don’t even close anymore as he nears the close of his level. He’s sweating, jerking a bit but trying his damndest not to lose this fucking game again even as his lower stomach burns painfully for release. You’re not stupid enough to slow down either, working his slobbery cock between your lips and in your mouth much like the slut he calls you. Messily squelching and noisily sucking, nearly an ASMR for blowjobs for any loser listening in.

Your eyes water, his orgasm prolonged due to your initial slowness to enjoy the sensations of his cock, but you aren’t deterred as your own orgasm nears, your cunt nearly as loud as your mouth from how wet you are. Moving your hips just right, you struggle to push your own fingers just deep enough to rub where you want them, to stretch yourself out enough to really feel it. If Tomura bothered to look down, he’s see a debauched and beautiful sight, your soaked face and watery eyes desperately trying to swallow his cock while you get yourself off.

“That’s it, ugh, dumb mouth is good for something huh? Fuck I’m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, fuck—,” his teeth are gritted, face nearly enraged as his eyes pop wide and lips tear a little at the corners, not realizing he’d been drooling while panting. His eyes don’t move from the screen even as you yelp, his thighs moving to wrap around your head and face as he shifts his hips up to push too deep down your throat. His feet act like a vice lock around your neck.

Gagging you as your tears leak like a broken fountain, trying to shake your head or pull away.

He cums harder than he ever has before, the burning in his cock making his own eyes water, but still his hands don’t stop until he finally enters through a save portal. He’s laughing now, his game saving as he finally beats this shitty level, finally allowing his eyes to look down as your hands pathetically try to push him off so you can breathe.

Your eyes are open and reddened, snot and tears running down your face and ruining your mascara. You’re a pitiful sight for sore eyes.

“Haha! What’s wrong whore? You wanted this! Who put my fucking cock in your mouth huh?!” He’s elated, moaning and humping your face while he sets his controller aside to dig his hands into the torn armrest cushion as he empties his balls into your stomach.

“Fuck I gotta piss, fuck fuck, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Huh? I can’t fucking hear you!”

“Mngh!!” You can’t get away, not even mindful of biting down as you feel your throat beginning to throb in a burning pain, already having swallowed all of his cum.

“You wanna drink my piss slut? Fuck you do, don’t you? Haha! Okay Princess, anything for you~” He’s manic, so high from the harsh orgasm and delayed gratification of beating this level. It’s a bit odd at first, feeling your warm tight throat around him not his usual comfort as he unloads, but he relaxes quick enough as he moans, eyes rolling back as he begins to piss down your throat.

Like his hot cum, this wretched load goes straight into your stomach, and you’re unable to stop the cough which chokes his dick and yourself as Tomura finally unlocks his legs. His quick grip in your hair prevents you from escaping as he holds his semi-limp dick cackling, you’re helpless as you finally drag in air through your mouth, as his rancid piss hits your tongue and face. You’re forced to swallow more as you feel your lungs burning even now.

“Look at you Princess! Finally got ya that new moisturizer!” He only finds it hilarious, breathing heavily as he finishes all over your body. His eyes track down your sorry figure, landing on your hand still shoved down your pants and moving.

Your shudder and gargled noises finally stopping as you go limp against his thigh, resting as you pant and twitch.

“Dirty little slut, did my piss push you over? Fuck that’s hot, hey,” a tap against your face has your eyes wearily looking up.

He looks insane.

“Let’s do that again, this time I want you to piss on me while you cum.” His smile makes fear and anticipation blossom inside your stomach.

[zencoretechengineers]

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[therrerium-valkryonia]

Can you do a story where a heavily pregnant woman with twins experiencing an orgasmic birth with a lot of squirting going on. Her husband finds it hot and begin to jerk off to her silently and cumming in his pants 🥵

I can try, hopefully it meets your expectations.

Ecstacy Waves

Tw: 18+ only, no minors allowed here.

It was an early morning, cozy and silent with husband and wife slept together in their bed meanwhile Joanne is rudely awoken by pain, she began to moan quietly and began to rub then slowly reach to under her panties.

Her mind ran to pleasure, she rubbed into it pushing in two fingers and softly thrusts up through her canal as she gently caresses in, massaging up while she gasps softly.

Rushing in waves of sensation and pleasure, slowly massaging her tightening womb with each tightening contraction ever making her more ingested in the senses, she moan soft.

Slowly excreting in fluid and semen, all for a taste of her bodily sensitivity and to hasten herself into an ecstatic state, the pressures wavered and rose as her chest expands with each deep gasp of air and each release.

As the moment goes on, her fingers pushing deeper and harder with her reaching a peak pure of ecstacy, an enourmous splash spilled between her thighs with viscous warmth.

Once the baby drops, she taps her husband "Honey, I t- oouhh Yep my waters broken" as then his lifts his head and immediately walks over to the mat and grabs the neccesities.

Supporting up her back, she stands up and waddles her way out into the living room as signals of ecstacy rush to her canal, a tight pressure makes her sensitive body tremble.

As she leans her back onto a wall her breath slow and lustful, massaging her round bump trying to hasten the babies to her will and to pleasure herself as the pierce through her.

She arches her back, her chin onto her chest while moaning as she spreads her legs with lowering rushes of weight closing in, a deep intimate pulse of intense lust washed in.

Lowering her grasp on her belly, she waddles onward to the middle of the room as he walks into the room and lays down a mat onto the floor as she lies into a laid down position.

Slanted and her arms behind her back, she sways her hair as she spreads her legs and begins to groan with harmonius pleasure a contraction wrapped around her and a low grunting slipped her lips.

Her babies we're huge and she was too, a hanging belly and swollen leaking breasts although she enjoyed the sensitivity it had brought for her body, so she savored it.

As she grunted in pleasure, her husband checked her dilation and immediately an abnormal wet hairy bulge expanded her.

He stepped back and watched, she let an enormous moan out and bore down hard, watching in full consumed intimacy a hit instictually made him hard, he reached in.

Holding his shaft as she pushed down in pleasure, exclaming "Oh~ I f- Aahh!~ Ouh" rubbing it down and breathing rough.

(--------------------------

Fifteen or so minutes later, she's crowing pulsating and spilling in fluids with rising pleasured moans, "Ooouuhhh~ Hhhaaa- Glooriousss! It's sooo gooooddd!" As the husband begins roughing up himself.

The head spills out, she bursts in fluids & creamy semen which puddled inbetween, roughing up his shaft & breaths rapid fully intoxicated with conflicting feelings.

As the baby twists and stretches it's head, huffing out in pain and moaning in glorious ecstacy, her head pulled back whilst both shoulders slowly stretch through.

"Auhhh!~ Mnnffhh~ Auuhh it's too much!" pleasure rushed but began to tire her out, shoulder after shoulder and as the chest bursted out and the baby slid out of her.

Exshausted she had a rest, the hormones remained but she couldn't gasp in air nor properly breath, so laid onto her back and pressed both hands into her belly.

Began to squeeze down the baby, the man quietly jerked and moaned as he released creamy fluids all over his crotch, she began moaning again but with struggle.

"Ou- Ahh~ Ha- aahhh! Oh, it's soo BIG!" the second baby was slowly traversing through, whilst he finally noticed her struggling.

He helped out with one hand, carefully he placed it onto her belly and shifted his full strength and weight onto her belly, she had begun to jerk and groan "OoohhHhhh!~ it's BARELY fitting! Uooohhh!" .

She began spewing fluids and semen, the crowning began to process and moved on quickly to a huge spurt of the head, then a panicked wife blabbered "Ow! Somethi- Ah! Hoo- Uwooohhhh~ wrong!".

He jerked and spewed his seed, then slowly sneaking over and saw the shoulder would barely budge, so he helped with one hand, a gentle tug of the head and the arms flew out.

"AAAAAAHHHH!~ Oh, it's bu- ouuhhh~ but I- feel so GLORIOUS! Ouuaaaaahhhhh!~" as the abdomen slipped out and the baby shot onto the father's lap, as the wife exshautedly was trembling and wriggling as the pain came in.

"OUH! SHIT IT'S BURNING, A- CALL THE AMBULANCE OH, F- AAAHHHHHHH!!" a panicked husband grabs his phone, calling whilst he hoped for her safety.

"911 what's your emergency?" he responds "Yeah, my wife just finished a hombirth but somethings wrong, apparently she's feeling burning pain after the labor, please Hurry!"

"Is she bleeding sir?" He turns to see blood pooling from her "Yes! She is! JUST HURRY!"

"Alright sir? Adress and they'll be there in time" responding fast "xx-xxx-xxx xxxx- xxx xxxxx, Please hurry!" as the caller says "They'll be in under 8 minutes! Hold on!".

The ambulance comes and saves the day.

(I'm not that dark, not yet anyways & sorry for being late things have been very busy! Thanks for your patience and thank you so much!)

[tf-boi]

Game Over

(Here's a story from one of the polls I made a while back. I hope you enjoy ;) The premise is me and my boyfriend keeps getting cock blocked by his little brother but tonight I get my revenge.)

"Mmmmm mmmmm" moaned Raymond making out with his boyfriend Sean. As they undress eachother their cocks became erect and rubbed against eachother.

Sean pulled off Raymonds underwear and released his musk into the room. With much anticipation he moves in on his meal. Suddenly a scream is heard.

"GODDAMMIT!!" Shouted Tony, Sean's brother, from across the hall. Raymond and Sean paused, kocked back into reality. They grinned and resummed. But as Sean began sucking Raymond off another scream echo'd. "MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Tony has been on a losing streak on his online game and nightly his loud screams would interupt Raymond and Sean's fun. The pair took another look at eachother when suddenly another scream was heard. "You guys suck!"

"Forget it! Moods killed . . ." Sean said tossing his hands in the air.

Raymond rolled his eyes "He's been like this NIGHTLY for a whole month. I'm gonna. . ."

Before Raymond could finish his thought Sean put his finger on his mouth. "Its okay Ray Ray, he'll probably fall asleep soon. . . We'll try again then."

"Uggghhhhh. . . But I'm already turned off by his screams."

"Damn. . . Guess we'll try again tomorrow. . ."

Raymond lied in bed annoyed. He wanted to get back at Tony for cock blocking him these passed few weeks. As Sean got up to go into the shower, Raymond saw that Sean was taking his phone with him. He then hatched a scheme knowing that his boyfriend is gonna be in there for at least an hour, when Sean takes his phone in he spends most of the time watching videos and laughing at memes so he had plenty of time.

As soon as Sean closed the door Raymond quietly got up and walked into the hallway in the nude. He approached Tony's room with a spare key they had incase of emergencies and unlocked his door. Raymobd peeked in and saw Tony shouting at his screen with his noise-canceling headphones on. "Perfect he can't hear me. . .little brat" he thought as he approached his prey. As he got behind Tony he realized he was playing naked, his computer and several screens heating up the room causing him to be too hot and stripped down. Raymond almost drooled as he grabs Tony all of a sudden. Tony's focus on his game was his downfall as Raymond rippes him from his chair and bent him over his bed.

"What the fu-" Tony tried to scream however Raymond covered Tony's mouth with his hands. Raymond pulls out Tony's 'lucky' butt plug from his ass and shoves his cock in. Tony tried to scream put Raymond put his hand over gis throat turning them hollow. Tony was confused as his body began to warm up with a lustful sensation. He stopped struggling as he fell to his bed almost succumbing to his fate, drooling as his mind goes blank. Raymond began focusing on the shape he wanted as Tony's limbs began to shrink and sink into him. His neck expanding as what looked like forskin surrounds his head. His body going from a flat human body to a thick round shaft. Raymond grabbed a pair of Tony's underwear and sniffed it as his victim slowly shrinks. Veins appearing as he throbbed. Soon Tony took his final shape as a thick juicy cock, Raymonds normal pubic hair changing to the light purple color of Tony's hair.

"Thats what you get for cock blocking bitch!" Raymond exclaimed in joy. He rubbed his new cock admiring his work. "Oh looks like you added a whole 6 inches! Thanks a lot bro!" Raymond began to jack off moaning in joy having to hold in his load nightly. Days of having to fuck various coworkers and clients in the office bathroom are now coming to an end. His jerking off was cut short as he heard an annoyed voice. "Ahem . . . What do we have here?" An annoyed Sean came into Tony's room. "B-babe?! You're done fast!" Raymond stuttered.

"I was out of shampoo so I just rinsed my body off" Sean said tapping his foot "I said not to do anything. What the hell man".

"Well. . . I was mad and couldn't think straight. Besides his mind is blanked out for at least another hour. So we can finally fuck in peace."

Sean raised an eyebrow.

Raymond got on Tony's bed and spread his legs, Tony's dick body presented in all its glory. "You know you want us . . ." Raymond said full of lust.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Sure but as punishment I'm gonna do all the work. . . You have to stay still".

"Fine. . ." Raymond sighed. He wasn't opposed to having Sean do all the work but now he can't go all out like he wanted.

"Now lie perfectly still love" Sean said suggestively.

Raymond lied down with Tony fully erect, his partially conscious mind throbbing at the sight of his older brother. Sean opened his mouth and stuffed his face with Raymond's giant cock. "MMmmm MMmmmm" Sean moaned as he envelope's his former brother with his mouth. "God he tastes so good~!" Sean thought. He sensed Raymond's legs trying to wrap around him, but he raised his finger and wagged it side to side, telling him, 'No you are just my sex slave today, no moving'. Sean continued to deep throat the massive rocket before him as he also gave Raymond a hand job. "Slurp slurp, gulp" Sean moaned as he sucked in all of Raymond's precum. "Uhhh uhhhh . . ." Raymond felt his tip being licked so that Sean can taste his new cock, even feeling the tip enter his shaft a bit. Raymond gripped the bed as Sean continued to go down on him. Sean's lips tighten around Raymond's dick as he moved his head back and forth, until he slid Tony's cock body out of his mouth.

Sean enjoyed his boyfriend's new cock in his mouth long enough. He turned around and shoved Raymond's dick into his ass and started riding him reverse cowgirl style. Raymond gripped Tony's bed and curled his toes as his boyfriend pounds his new dick full force with his plump bottom ass. "F-faster faster!" Raymond shouted as Sean tightened his ass cheeks and bounced up and down his former brother like a thick dildo. As Sean kept riding he felt himself fall over all of a sudden as Raymond couldn't hold back any longer. He got up and started fucking his boyfriend like a wild beast. "Uhhh uhhhh .. . no fair!" Sean moaned into the bed "But keep going!!!" He screamed as his ass gets destroyed by his boyfriend's new cock, underestimating how much length and girth his brother's body added to it when Raymond absorbed him. Raymond pounded Sean's ass faster and harder as the pair moaned. In the corner of Raymond's eyes he saw a pile of clothes Tony took off when he striped down. Raymond grabbed a sock and stuffed into Sean's mouth. Sean moaned as his ass gets destroyed with his brother's sock in him. The taste fill his mouth as the salty sweet feeling fills his mouth, with a hot mess filling his ass. Raymond grabbed Tony's underwear and gave it a big whiff as he fucked Sean. Sean cums multiple times, soaking Tony's bed with his seamen, however Raymond didn't care that his boyfriend finished, he kept fucking him until Raymond came 3 more times. After pounding his boyfriend for what felt like an hour, Raymond bent over his boyfriend and grabbed him as he released his load into Sean's ass. Gallons of cum fills his boyfriend's ass and expands his stomach. The pair kept cumming until they fall over and embrace. The two kiss and Sean looks at Raymond's now limp cock, cum still dripping out. "Looks like my little bro made a mess in me~" Sean said rubbing his stomach. The amount of cum in him made him look pregnant. "Yeah, I'm glad he was cock blocking us for so long, that release was amazing!" Raymond said stroking his cock.

All of a sudden Raymond's dick started moving a bit on his own.

"Uh oh, looks like Tony woke up babe!" Raymond snickered.

Sean bent over and gave Tony a little kiss on the tip. "Sorry little bro, your new body is amazing so you are gonna stay like that! At least until you made up for all the times you cock blocked us!"

Sean and Raymond snickered as they prepare for round two.

Tony stayed as Raymond's dick for several weeks where the pair fucked several times a day.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

thinking of puppy hybrid mingyu and reader in heat but neither of them are domming, they're both acting subby and pathetically trying to get each other off 🫣

anon you're going to JAIL (ily)

tw: puppy hybrid!mingyu, puppy hybrid fem!reader, hybrid!AU, sub!gyu and sub!reader, humping, mentions of heat cycles, breeding, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), cursing, squirting, knotting, established relationship!AU - minors dni.

"B-Baby, you smell so fucking delicious," Mingyu pants between moans, "It's making me c-crazy."

You whine in response, your tail wagging excitedly as you shake your hips over Mingyu's cock, desperately dragging your soaked pussy back and forth over his shaft.

Your heats came just a day apart and none of you have been able to function normally, especially today.

Lucky for you, it's a Saturday and the luxury of staying home is yours for the taking.

"Gyu, you're b-burning up," your hands beside your boyfriend's head fist the pillow, "Are you cumming again?"

"Fuck, I might soon," he whimpers and grips your ass, moving your body to his own will, "God, baby, your pussy is so messy and wet..."

You fall forward on Mingyu's body, faceplanting into his neck to inhale his musk, letting it take over your senses and work as an aphrodisiac on you. Every time your body moves, your nipples rub against his own nipples, joint needy whimpers bouncing off the walls of your shared bedroom.

"Gyu!" You gasp when your orgasm hits out of the blue and your body convulses on top of Mingyu. He can feel his knot slowly expanding and he instinctively lifts your hips with his hands, sliding his cock in your cunt with one swift thrust.

The air is knocked out of your lungs when his knot locks in your entrance and starts pumping you full of his cum, his beefy arms tightly wrapped around your waist. You can barely focus on your surroundings, but you're still able to look at Mingyu's blissed expression and the tears of pleasure running down his cheeks and drool dripping from his jaw. His tiny whimpers and glassy eyes contrast his muscular and rather intimidating build - not that you mind it.

"Mingyu, baby," you gently cup his cheeks, "You're drooling like a dumb puppy."

He peers his head from the pillow, trying to come back to his senses from his intense orgasm, despite still spurting cum in your pussy.

"Maybe I am," he mumbles in a daze, "But I am your dumb puppy."

[sugawara-levi]

Couch

Eren x g/n!reader, choking you on his dick

800 words

cw: smut, blowjob, gagging, attempted swallowing, deepthroating, oral sex (giving), facefucking, drooling, you don’t voice it but it’s consensual dick-choking

You’re sat on the sofa. Eren was supposed to come by in the afternoon but something came up so he was late, it was already the evening and you had just been spending your time doing anything really.

Finally you hear the door open, signaling that he’s back from whatever urgent business he had to deal with. You turn your attention back to the movie you had started while waiting for him, just something random that was already on, you hadn’t paid too much attention to it. You’d rather welcome him when he’s done undressing his outer layers, he won’t hear you now anyway.

There’s some shuffling of clothes and shoes and doors and then he’s in the frame of your living room door.

“Hey, how was your-“, you turn to greet him, but you’re met with the sight of an exhausted man.

“Your head, my dick, now.”

“okay”,

it’s not what you had planned for tonight but he looks like he really needs it, and it’s not like you mind at all.

Five minutes later he’s slumped on the sofa. Ass bare, dick out, legs spread and you between them. His hand placed on the back of you head, bobbing you softly up and down. You’re already slurping, drool running down the length of his dick and landing on the couch. It’s seen far worse than this, poor thing.

You’ve got him wrapped around your tongue, tasting the salt from a days work, cleaning him all nice. Trying your best to get him as far down as you can without choking, you swallowing around his length. Your spit running along the shaft all the way down to the base of his cock, and onto his balls.

He’s trying so hard not to buck up into you, his head falling back against the cushions, his hand in your hair tightening as you suck real good at his head. He manages to stay nice for just a short time, but when you push real far down, almost gagging so hard that you have to come up for air and drool drips out of your mouth, he looses it. You barely manage to take a breath of fresh air before he takes hold at the base of your nape, pushing you down onto him again. You open your mouth wide for him, laying your tongue flat against the bottom, as he pushes your head all the way down to the base of his cock, holding you there as he lets out a long growl. You can’t help it, you start gagging again, but try to keep it down by focusing on your breath and adjusting to the tightness in your throat before he pulls you back up. The thread of saliva connecting your mouth with his dick is thick, and only thickens as you spit the excess saliva onto his cock.

“Shit, you look so hot right now”

All you can do is keep spitting the drool that just keeps leaking from your throat, and watch big chunks of your own spit roll down his length.

His hand tightens around your neck again, moving a bit up to get a better grip on your hair as he leads you back down, inhaling in anticipation. You open your mouth obediently as he fucks his dick with you head, using you like a sex-toy. You can feel your throat expanding, your voice will probably be sore in the morning, you don’t mind. All you care about is that he finds his release, preferably in your throat.

When his dick starts twitching and his grip looses strength you know he’s close. You do your best to keep up the pace he’s set and brace yourself for his sperm. The guttural sound’s coming from his lips are driving you crazy, you need him to finish as much as he does. With a final bob of your head, hitting real deep against the back of your throat he lets out a final groan as his body looses control and starts shaking again the pillows. His dick trembles as his thick sperm releases into your throat. You pull up a bit to try to swallow it all, but it just comes back up, your gag-reflex working against you, and his cum mixes with your spit as it drips down from your lips onto his dick, his thighs, and further down onto the couch.

You’re left battling for air as you lean your head on the inside of his thigh, looking up at his fucked out state.

He swears he sees stars as he comes down from his high and back into reality, looking down on you drool his cum all over his thighs. He loves this sight.

“Thanks babe”, is all his brain is capable of giving right now, he stretches his hand for your hair, cuddling it. And with that you know he’s just about ready for bed.

©sugawara-levi do not copy or republish

interactions are welcome ❀ m.list<3

[kpopsexstories]

Hey !! Do you think you can do a male reader version of that one Jeno Missionary fic/story please?

Hey! 😄👋 You must be referring to this straight Jeno story. I was surprised to see how quickly it soared in popularity. It's not even two weeks old and already my most popular post!

So it makes perfect sense to do a gay version of it 😉 The result is largely copy/paste, but with details changed and a second dick added which makes it slightly longer. I hope you enjoy! 😘

GAY STORY: NCT Muscle Hunk Jeno fucks you missionary style (male reader)

Content Warning! This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut. The original straight story on which this one is based can be found here.

Pairing: Top NCT Jeno x Bottom male reader

Content: Missionary

Type of Sex: MEDIUM

Word Count: 1,196

Jeno's narrow waist and big body always turns you on. There's something about his proportions that drives you wild. Now, when you see him through the mirror standing naked in the bathroom door – watching you intently with a seductive smile – you quickly turn around and let your towel fall to the floor.

“Wanna go again?” he asks and smirks.

You don't even reply. Naked and happy, you drop your toothbrush, rush toward the man and jump him like the horny boyfriend that you are.

With his strong arms and your legs tightly wrapped around him, Jeno carries you back to the bed. You plant your lips on his and feel his flexing muscles, as he gently lays you down and climbs on top. You can't wait to feel his powerful dick in your ass again.

With passionate thrusts and arms stretched out on the mattress, he rubs his cock against your stomach. You make out, full of lust, for the third time this morning.

He lifts his body and reaches down between your legs. You bend your knees toward your chest, feet and legs raised in the air, and feel the dick as it plays between your cheeks.

Jeno sits up on his shins. You observe him while he looks down, hand around his cock, and guides the head into position. Despite his impressive size he doesn't even need to expand you. He knows you can take it.

Slowly, with a big smirk on his face, he puses the head forward. “Mm, babe,” he moans when he penetrates you.

Towering above you he begins to rock his body back and forth. He leans toward you and puts his hand on your chest, and the other on the mattress beside you.

The dick goes deeper and deeper inside your hole. The big man and throbbing cock quickly fills you up, giving you enormous pleasure the way he – and it – always does.

With his legs slightly bent and the hand on your chest pressing down a little harder, Jeno begins to thrust repeatedly inside you. You smile at each other as you let your hand glide down his toned muscles and narrow waist.

When he leans down to kiss you, you reach for his ass cheek and squeeze it. You push him deeper still, while he breathes heavily into your mouth.

“Mm, babe,” he repeats. “Mm, your ass feels fucking good.”

“Ahh, Jeno,” you whisper and close your eyes. The last thing you see is his chest moving above yours.

He comes back down to kiss your neck. While his hand explores your side, he licks your skin and brushes his nose against your ear. His large palm gently caresses your face while he lovingly thrusts into you repeatedly.

His knees dig into the bed just below your ass cheeks. He picks up the pace, and you raise your legs to squeeze his hips. The muscles in his ass cheeks tighten with each loving jolt of passion and desire.

Slowly, he pulls the shaft half way out only to abruptly thrust it back in again. He repeats the erotic motion again and again, each time filling you with even greater pleasure.

Your hands are all over his strong arms and back. You occasionally kiss, only to bury your heads in each other's necks again. Your ass slides up his thighs, as he pulls you closer and bends his body to penetrate you at the perfect angle.

His touch is warm and gentle, but firm and confident. He wants you so bad, all day every day, and the love you feel when he caresses your skin is unrivaled. That's why you know the third time definitely won't be the last.

As his thrusts grow more intense, they balance out until he's fucking you fast at a steady rhythm. He pulls your hair gently while his chest brushes against yours repeatedly.

He suddenly raises his upper body, a clear sign that you've brought him to the edge and he’s ready to come. Your hands enjoy his broad shoulders until they slip out of reach, and you love the sight of his groin slamming against the insides of your thighs.

When he's ready to go all the way, he straightens his arms and towers high above you. He sits on both knees and firmly holds you around the waist. You grab your dick and stroke it, eager to align your orgasm with his.

You lift your head to glance at Jeno’s v-line while his cock slides in and out below you. “Mm, yeah!” you exclaim and stroke your dick faster. You sense Jeno’s body changing and his orgasm approaching. “Yes, fuck me, give me that cock!”

You catch his eyes taking in the full view of you. “Oh yeah, you're so hot babe!” he groans.

He suddenly closes his eyes and the hands around your waist feel stronger. He pulls you harder onto his shaft while his buff chest stretches out.

When he comes, he grimaces and lets out an audible groan. You too close your eyes while squeezing his thigh, and envision the throbbing cock inside you as you jerk off.

“Ahh, fuuck,” he exclaims. “Yeah, fuuck!”

He jolts his body hard, pushing inside you with force as he erupts. He slowly pulls out, then thrusts hard back in, emptying his load in several hot waves.

“Mm, yes!” you say just before you release your own load. “Yes, fuuck!”

Your cum shoots out across your stomach. Jeno is watching the display with great interest. “Babe, you drive me so wild. Your ass always makes me bust so hard.”

When you’re done and your body begins to relax, Jeno slowly pulls out one last time. You feel your rim grip around the shaft, then the release as the head falls out of your body.

“Mm, yeah, you're so sexy babe,” you say while panting softly.

Jeno sits down and you admire his figure. He smiles wide at you and gets out of bed. “Wanna shower with me?” he asks. He still has a hard-on between his legs.

You let out a satisfied laugh. “Damn, I just got out of the shower though! Get me a tissue.”

“Yeah, but we’ve soiled you again,” he grins. ”Your ass is full of cum.”

“I know,” you say and smile. “Just let me catch my breath.”

Jeno turns around and walks toward the bathroom. You can't take your eyes off his hourglass figure and tight butt. Without turning around, he says: “If you join me I'll wash you off. If you get horny again I’ll suck you the way you love.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m spent,” you say and giggle. You sit up and slide yourself toward the foot of the bed, moving carefully as not to spill on the sheets.

Jeno turns in the door to face you. “I’ll let you wash me off,” he says seductively.

You glance at his abs and quickly leap up from the bed. “Now that I want to do.”

You put your arms around each other when you catch up with your boyfriend. The day has only just begun.