#amab fic

[2af-afterdark]

Taking Care of You

Content: Marbas x amab!mc (you/your), restraint (shibari), dry humping/frottage A/N: Banging my head against a desk editing this. Screaming at the word document. Someone be my editor so I don't have to! Word Count: 1284

Marbas’ half-lidded, virid eye stared blankly ahead as you secured the last of the many knots around his wrists, trapping them behind his back. His knees were pinned in a kneeling position against the pillow you’d instructed him to get on earlier and the rope bindings gently bit into his chest – though only slightly so as not to disturb the bandages already crisscrossing there.

“I fail to see the point of this.”

You slipped two fingers beneath the ropes to make sure they were snug but not constricting one last time before leaning over the back of his shoulder to kiss his cheek, your nipples poking against his broad back. “You’re always taking care of everyone else, so this time I’ll take care of you.”

“This isn’t how I treat patients,” he said matter of factly.

“There are different ways to take care of someone, you know. Plus,” you reached around his waist to lay your hand against the bulge forming in his shorts – the only thing you’d allowed him to keep wearing, “you seem to be enjoying it already.”

He closed his eyes and sighed silently. “It's a natural reaction to external stimuli.”

“Or,” you leaned in close, dropping your voice down low and whispering directly into his ear, “you just like being tied up and you're enjoying this moment.”

You gave a quick squeeze to his clothed cock and watched with delight as his lips pursed. He flexed his fingers and the muscles in his arms hardened enough that you thought the ropes holding him might snap, but they stayed in place. 

“Or maybe that doesn't matter since you're so turned on by me.” You laughed at your own comment, expecting him to immediately refute it yet again with his calm and rational realism, but instead he twitched under your grasp.

When you looked down to confirm that you hadn't imagined his reaction, you noticed that a small spot had begun to darken his shorts. His cock, always thick and visible in the outline of his pants, was straining violently against his shorts, fighting to burst free.

“Are you?” You asked with more excitement than you intended before catching yourself and clearing your throat to refocus the atmosphere you had been trying to set.

You released his hard cock and stood to walk around to his front. There, you slung your legs over his, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and pressed yourself against his barely hidden erection. You leaned your forehead against his. 

Speaking low and quiet this time, you asked, “Can I take care of you? Just this once?”

“I'm in no position to stop you.” He tried to pull his wrists apart to demonstrate his inability to move from the pose he was currently wrapped in.

“Good.” You pressed a small kiss against the corner of his mouth.

Slowly, you began to rock your hips forward and back against him, rubbing yourself against his cock through both of your clothes. He was large between your legs; a beast that demanded your attention and focus to ensure you satisfied all of him without losing yourself. Rubbing your dick against his was like fighting against an opponent with a clear advantage. Even though you were the one with freedom, it felt as if he could rend back control at any moment if he only wanted it.

Marbas’ eye shut and small, uneven panting made his chest fall and rise. A small stream of liquid dripped from his horns. Aside from that, he was the picture perfect example of a cool and collected man.

“Marbas,” you muttered his name with shaky breaths as you grew hard against him. You placed your hands on either side of his face. “Look at me.”

He opened his one good eye, pupil painted white as it stared directly at you and cheeks dusted rose from blood beneath his pale skin.

Your knees buckled as you stuttered against him, erections haphazardly brushing against one another as you continued to rock back and forth. As soon as you found the proper rhythm to make him grunt beneath his breath, you latched your mouth onto the side of his neck. The vein under your teeth pulsed as you bit down.

As you switched to licking at the same spot, feeling his heartbeat against your tongue, you pressed your hands against his chest. The ropes ran circles down the center of his abdomen, branching out to loop around his back, but leaving most of him exposed. You trailed your fingers along the ropes just under his pectorals, following their curve back and forth at a slower pace than your hips rolled against him. When you found a comfortable spot to let them rest, you stopped your hands and brushed your thumbs across his nipples instead. They were as hard as his cock.

You rested your head against his shoulder at the perfect angle to watch both as you teased and bullied his chest and the stain that had grown larger in his shorts. “How do you feel?”

He was still mostly calm, but you could tell that he was breathing harder than before. “I believe I'm doing well.”

“Only well?”

“I would prefer to see to you.” His eye trailed downward and you could tell that he was staring at your own erection.

You chuckled then pinched his nipples. “After you.”

“Only after me?”

“Mhm.”

Or so you teased, but the friction of rubbing both of your dicks together was too sweet to endure. The massive beast you had thought to control had somehow flipped the script despite your position on top. Marbas was dominating you with only his presence and the pleasure of feeling your body against his.

“I understand.”

He closed his eye and seemed to focus on the way you touched him; your dick against his, the confines of his shorts only increasing the pressure against his cock, your fingers playing with his nipples, your heavy panting in his ear, the ropes straining against his bulging muscles as he fought not to try and grab you; he focused on all of it.

He was so quiet, grunted so softly, that you almost missed when he finally came. The only reason you noticed was the pushing forward of his hips and the sudden warmth in his shorts beneath you.

“Really?” You stared down between his legs as you spoke. 

He opened his eye, looking at you innocently – not naively, simply in a way where he understood he did nothing wrong, “You told me that I had to finish first before I touched you.”

“I did.” And you couldn't argue against that, even if it made you pout that he was so calm about it. “Let me untie you.”

“There's no need.”

You could hear the distinct sound of something tearing before he brought his arms forward and rubbed at the markings on his wrists to soothe them. The ropes went slack across his body, a mess of directionless chords and broken loops.

You stared wide eyed at the scene. “Could you do that the whole time?”

“If I felt like it.”

He said nothing more on the topic as he leaned forward with his now free legs. The sudden movement put you off balance and sent you toppling backwards until he was hovering over you, with your legs still wrapped around him.

One of his large hands pressed down against your chest, silently telling you to stay in place as he began to venture lower until he reached your erection. Then, he wrapped his hand around it and began to slowly pump your length.

“Now, I believe I should take care of you as well.”

[hana-no-seiiki]

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏)

“Athanaxious. We are going back right this instant!” An adult male siren called out to his brother. His beautiful gradient tail of obsidian to violet shimmered underneath the water filtered sunlight.

“Oh stop being a prickly pufferfish for once, Vasileios. We’ll be in the deep once again in a moment. I just have to—“ ‘Athanaxious’ replied with a huff. No matter the uncountable times he had come to the shoreline, it was still difficult navigating through shallow water on such a rocky beach. His tail, an exact opposite of his companion with its sandy ivories and gold, flicked in all directions as it tried to propel him away from harsh terrain.

His hands gripped tightly to a leather sling bag across his exposed chest.

“Have to wh—“ The albino creature attempted to ask but was thwarted by a hash tug on his arm, “Hey!” He stretched out his arm to slap Athanaxious in retaliation only to pause at the sound of singing.

“All I ever wanted was the open sea and sky; freedom from the life I always knew.”

Both men froze. A chilly delight crawled through their spine, their limbs and eventually the tips of their fingers and fin. Vasileious had never heard of a voice that entrancing. He has heard several of his fellow sirens luring humans to their demise, but none of them could even hope to compare to this sound. It echoed within the chambers of his heart, the matter in his brain, and the longing that lied dormant within.

But then he saw it’s source and the features on his face soured.

A human.

You.

“Now all I am is haunted as days and hours roll by…” You continued with your song, and then you abruptly halt. The next line wouldn’t come out properly. Your eyes run over the words, slowly getting frustrated with how it wouldn’t fit in.

Athanaxious doesn’t waste a beat. He knew that adorably annoyed sneer you’d make and what would fix it. “All I ever think about is you.”

Vasileious gasped. Athanaxious never sang. Always going on and on about the safety of the sailors on sea and how he didn’t want their blood on his hands. Yet here he was freely providing his — quite literally — magical voice to this human.

“Athanaxious, what are you—“

“Than! You’re back! I was just thinking on ways to improve that verse. Thank you.” You ran, the ruffles on your chiffon blouse flowed through the wind. You flinched and stumbled as the pebbles scraped the sole of your bare feet. Your luxurious leather heels long forgotten.

“Of course, your highness. I wouldn’t miss our reunions here for anything.” Athanaxious winked, just like how you taught him a while back.

You chuckled. The siren had noticed how the clothes you wore contrasted to those he’d usually spot at sea. ‘Couture’ you called it. But all he could think of was those pictures of human prince and princesses, and thus the little inside joke started. “I told you I’m not . . . “

Your eyes trailed from your raven haired companion to the albino. Athanaxious’ tail always fascinated you, but the new siren’s looked out of this world. Further reminding you of how different the worlds you lived in actually were. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, him?” Athanaxious rolled his eyes, another mannerism he learnt from you, “Just one of my older brothers.”

“You didn’t tell me you have an older brother.”

“Y-you didn’t tell me you were fraternizing with a- a- human! What would father think about this?Not to mention mother . . .” Vasileious’ fins shivered at the thought.

“Father knows.” Athanaxious shrugged whilst looking throw the bag he’d wrapped around him. You have gifted him many things, tangible or not, throughout your friendship. So he thought of bringing something back to you.

A pearl necklace. He was actually going to give you the clam it came from but judging from what fishermen looked for and spoke about, he thought giving you the biggest, shiniest pearl he could find would have been more appropriate.

As soon as you received the gift, you swiftly embraced him in an attempt to hide the empty look on your eyes before mustering the most sincere ‘Thank you.’ you could do.

“In any case, don’t humans have siblings as well? I just didn’t think it would be interesting enough to mention in our conversations. Our time together is often far too brief.”

“Far too brief it is.” You stared at the iridescent pearl. A sigh escaped your lips. “Than, I have an event scheduled on a beach—“

Vasileios attempted to cover his little brother’s mouth but it was too late.

“Magnificent! We’ll be there!”

“Excuse me, I didn’t agree to this—“

“—across the continent.” Your cheerful temperament dissipated.

Athanaxious asked, confused at why you seemed so upset about such a fact. Didn’t more events meant you get paid more in those currencies you spoke about? He shook his head, perhaps you were forgetting he wasn’t human like you always did and said, “Your highness, do I like I wouldn’t be able to swim there?”

“No, of course not. You seem quite capable.”

Athanaxious’ cheeks turned a dark shade of blue at your words.

“Besides you must have plenty of royal duties to accomplish.”

“I have no such thing—“

“Thank you for reminding me, human.” Vasileios’ patience had ran out. He loved his brother to pieces — he really, truly did — but feared the wrath of his parents much more. “Mother asked us to survey the reefs. If we come back without a proper report. . .”

“Oh fine.” Athanaxious slapped the other siren’s hand away, and then faced you with his sharp teeth. “Fare thee well, your highness.”

“You too, Than. Twas a pleasure to meet your brother.”

You sighed one last time. Annoyed at your lack of confidence in conveying the message you wanted to.

Athanaxious will find out sooner or later that it was your very own wedding he would attend by himself,

and the nickname he gave you? Might have some truth to it soon.

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] - status: unedited

Have an old ass draft that has collected dust atp.

If this gets idk, 1000 notes I’ll make artworks of our siren brothers and switch out the one I have featured on the header.

This fic will have three-five acts in total. Of which the story I’ve already planned out. It’s pretty much just a twist on the classic little mermaid story to end our pride month with a bang. We love our historic gays as much as our contemporary ones 🏳️‍🌈

reader is amab and will have more stuff alluding to their masculinity in later acts.

[ LINK TO NEXT ACT HERE ]

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[anystalker707]

Dolled up [1/2]

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [male, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Crossdressing Tags: He wears pretty lingeries / Demanding, but he's a bottom / He's very vocal / Just a princess

[PART 2]

KINKTOBER LIST MASTERLIST

          “Goddammit,” Sanji whispered as he removed his blazer, making a face when he turned it and saw the back was also dirty.

The last encounter with the Marine had you, Sanji, Usopp, and Zoro sliding and falling on the mud when on the run. Sanji seemed extra bothered that his suit got all dirty, in such a bitter mood ever since he stood up and returned to the ship.

You sat on a stool in the bathroom, already with your shirt and shoes off, while you carefully observed Sanji remove his shoes and then his pants. He had garters for his socks and shirt-stays, obviously. Honestly, he looked fine like that, or in any way that mattered. Your eyes lingered on his thighs, observing him fold his clothes and put them away. That look of frustration remained on his face. Your eyes darted up a little, but his shirt went down over his underwear, blocking any view.

“Lingerie?” Your voice cut through the silence and his thoughts, making Sanji raise an eyebrow as he looked at you. “Didn’t know you liked wearing lingerie,” you teased with a grin.

Sanji’s brow lowered as he glared at you, placing his hands on his hips. “It’s not lingerie.” His voice was flat and sharp.

“Damn, really?” You clicked your tongue, shaking your head, unable to stop the grin on your face. “Really looks like lingerie, dude, sorry. That’s totally a lingerie. No need to hide it from me. We are crew mates.”

A red tone crept on Sanji’s face with anger, his lips twisting as he kept glaring at you through his visible eye. “I already told you it’s not lingerie!”

“Chill! I understand it…” You said, making a hand motion as you stood up—Sanji’s shoulders lowered a bit as the tension eased. “You’re just trying to play cool, I see. No need to, though. I completely respect you, dude,” you started chuckling, failing at keeping the fake serious posture the longer Sanji spent looking at you. It was so hard not to laugh, but there was something about the fact he was mad and frustrated like this that made it funny. You liked Sanji—you genuinely did, but you also enjoyed getting on his nerves, just like he did to you sometimes.

“It’s not lingerie!”

“It is!”

“It’s not!”

“C’mon, look at it!”

Sanji cursed under his breath as he stepped closer. “This isn’t lingerie.”

“B—”

He unbuttoned his shirt in a quick motion. “This is, you uncultured idiot.” He had a nice set of pink lace underwear that clad the bulge between his legs quite nicely. His corset—also in lace—had garters that connected it with straps to the hem of the… panties?

You were out of words, eyes trained on Sanji’s actual lingerie. Instinctively, you reached out a hand, tracing the pattern on the corset—he didn’t seem to mind, lowering his arms as he followed your touches with his eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered. It managed to make his waist even more slim than it already was.

The temptation to hold his waist was hard to fight against, so you ended up just giving in, feeling his warm skin through the thin fabric. Sanji let out a breath, making a small sound as he reached to hold on to your forearms. His hands barely touched you before there was the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hall; you immediately stepped away from each other. While you looked away, scratching the side of your neck, Sanji just pulled his shirt close and grabbed his clothes, hugging it to his chest.

“Hey!” Zoro groaned as Sanji bumped into his shoulder when walking into the room.

“Fuck off!” Sanji replied in the same beat, sharper than usual.

Even Usopp fell quiet and widened his eyes, looking at you for an explanation, but you just shrugged at the two.

          The thought of the incident in the bathroom didn’t leave your mind all day long. It was too intimate, too close. You’d never been that close to Sanji before; you two were close friends—with few benefits—, of course, but not that kind of close, and you were starting to rethink your feelings about Sanji, now. Maybe the times you two had made out in empty, dark rooms with hands all over yourselves during parties or the stolen kisses weren’t all that meaningless. Well, maybe they were, but just to you and your oblivious mind, as always.

That had you feeling absolutely pathetic, the way just a small moment like that was able to brainwash you like that. Fighting against the discomfort between your legs while lying on your bed was taking so much of you. Too much.

A knock on the door of your cabin cut through the thick atmosphere and grounded you again. You immediately sat on the bed and looked at the door for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. Who could it be at that time?

You were about to ask what they wanted once you opened the door, but the words just died at the tip of your tongue. Out of everything you expected, seeing Sanji stand there in his deep red robe was probably the last thing, but it was also far from the worst thing. His face had an air of annoyance on it, so you quickly stepped out of the way and let Sanji walk in.

“You know, earlier—”

“Shush,” Sanji cut you off simply. He turned around to face you, undoing the knot that held his robe together. “Look, I know I can trust you with this, and I also need this, so you better not make a big deal or anything.”

You raised your eyebrows, throwing your hands in the air as if to prove to him that you wouldn’t.

Sanji’s chest raised and lowered with a deep breath before the robe started falling down his shoulders, pooling around his elbows for now. It opened as well, exposing his legs. The lingerie he wore this time was different—the top made with satin, having lace details, all frilly, but still in the same pastel pink from earlier. It matched his skin perfectly, hugging his frame so nicely. This time, he also had thigh-highs that connected to the waist piece by straps. It was a little loose on his chest, given how his pecs couldn’t fill the bra enough.

As if it weren’t enough, Sanji also had a pearl necklace gently resting over his collarbones and— Was that gloss on his lips? The dim lighting in the room limited your vision but also set a nice atmosphere, which you wouldn’t change.

A strained sigh escaped your lips as you took in every detail, watching the little sparkles that reflected the light whenever it hit Sanji’s thigh-highs.

“(Y/n),” Sanji brought you back to reality.

If you were lost before, you were fucking dying now, breathless. Still, you did your best to stay focused while moving closer to him. Sanji’s hands rested on your shoulders out of instinct, and you held his waist again, standing as close as you could, feeling his breath fan over your face.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, observing his face from close, enough to see the little freckles over his face.

Sanji breathed a chuckle, looking away for a moment. “Yeah, I know,” he joked a little as he let your nose brush against yours lovingly. “So, won’t you kiss me? Did I do all of this for nothing?”

Chuckling as well, you clicked your tongue. “It is a lot. You can’t expect me not to appreciate it properly, can you?”

A smile tugged on your lips as you caressed his waist gently before pulling him closer, pressing your lips to his gently. Sanji hummed softly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your shoulders this time, letting your bodies fit together. His lips tasted fruity and sweet, the lip gloss smearing over your lips as well while you two kissed, so you couldn’t help letting your tongue trail along his bottom up. He didn’t open his lips, though.

“Please,” you groaned against his lips, receiving a soft chuckle in response.

“No,” Sanji whispered.

You were about to kiss Sanji again when he pulled away and started pushing you back until you fell sat on the bed. He motioned for you to get further on the bed, so you did it, only able to remove your shirt before Sanji was already on top of you, pushing you down to the bed with a hand on your chest before he straddled your hips. He looked so beautiful on top of you like that, blue eyes observing you through blown pupils and half-open eyes.

“Fuck,” you groaned, placing your hands over his thighs. You could still taste his lips.

Sanji’s lips parted open in a grin, a proud one. His hands rested over your chest as he rolled his hips onto yours and, fuck, you don’t remember the last time you got so hard that easily. Just feeling Sanji’s ass grind against your cock through layers of clothes already had you moaning, gripping his thighs as you pushed your hips up against his to meet his motions.

He also moaned, biting his lip as your motions synced.

“I’m already prepared,” he whispered, moaning as well. He sounded heavenly.

“You’re going to kill me,” you groaned, squeezing his thighs hard.

Sanji gasped, pressing his hips to yours more, and let out another moan when your hand touched him through the lace panties. Continuing your motions, Sanji eventually let out a whimper, his nails digging into your chest.

“You deserve to be fucked hard just for that,” you whispered, reaching into the bedside table’s drawer while keeping a hand on his cock, keeping him in that needy state until you needed to remove your pants and boxers. Sanji got up a little so that he could help you with it, soon returning to the previous position, and the friction of his lace panties against your cock made you moan louder than expected. He widened his eyes a little but rocked his hips against yours a couple of times more. “Mmph, stop,” you groaned, slapping his thigh a little.

“Weak,” Sanji mutters teasingly as he moves back a little.

“Shut up, I’m not the one who offered himself here,” you retorted with a small smile, opening the lube. Sanji pouted, pink lip sticking out, but he didn’t say anything while watching you hiss when the cold lube came in contact with your cock. He went forward to touch it, just to have his hand swatted away. You couldn’t risk any unnecessary touches, at least not right now.

Soon, you set the lube aside. “Hey, let me…”

You fell silent at seeing Sanji just pull his panties to the side as he got up on his knees. Was he really gonna keep it to fuck? A breath got caught in your throat as you watched him take his cock out—it was heavy in his hand, flushed pink, leaking—, giving it a few pumps before he grabbed your own instead. Just the feeling of Sanji’s hole against your tip was enough to make you groan, eventually moaning at how tight he felt; hot and slick walls pulling you deeper inside him.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, holding his hips tightly as Sanji lowered himself on you. He also let out a pleased sound, switching to grabbing your wrists, your upper arms, and eventually pressing his hands to your chest. That felt way too good.

Sanji started moving his hips slowly, trying to find a pace. His nails sank in your chest whenever he happened to lower himself against you with more force than intended, his moans growing higher-pitched every time that happened. Within some minutes, though, he finally found a pace that worked for both of you, fucking himself on your cock deliciously, just the way he’d been planning whilst dolling himself up to come to your cabin.

“So pretty,” you whispered to him, wrapping your hands around his forearms and pushing them until he let his hands slip into yours. Your fingers laced with his, tightening the grip.

Sanji’s hips gained a steadier rhythm when it happened—he gasped, moaning and throwing his head back whenever finding the angles that let your tip graze right against his prostate. He rolled his hips in a specific way, whining as his cock twitched, and the way he clenched around you made you throw your head back against the pillow. No way, you were missing on this that whole time.

“That all you got?” You said, voice tight in your chest with pleasure. “C’mon, I know you can do better than that, yeah? Show me what you got,” you whispered while moving your hips up to meet his for the first few times, letting your motions fall in sync with his.

A louder moan escaped his lips the moment your hips drove up the moment he was lowering himself on you, so you stopped moving again. Sanji started riding you with more enthusiasm, making you wonder if the sparkling feeling was already starting to set itself by the end of his spine as well. You were out of breath, biting on your lip while concentrating on not cumming too soon while Sanji clenched so tightly around you, riding you so nice and good.

“Yeah,” Sanji whispered between moans, pausing to roll his hips the way he liked so much before he resumed the pace from before.

It was hard, but you managed to let go of one of his hands, letting him hold onto your shoulder instead while you wrapped your hand around his cock. Each of your motions was followed by a moan from Sanji, practically. When your thumb grazed his tip, spreading the pre-cum, Sanji let out a shaky breath that resembled a sob, tightening around you so tightly that you couldn’t help it.

You arched your back, pressing your eyes shut and pushing your hips up while cumming deep inside Sanji while he still rode you, rolling his hips and clenching you so deliciously, milking you as he chased his own high. He gasped, nails sinking into your shoulder and fingers squeezing your hand, and it was just a matter of time before he also came, pushing his hips back on your cock and forward into your hand messily. He sounded out of air, gasping and whimpering as he slowly came down from his high, only leaving a sticky mess on your chest and a throbbing cock in your hand, still spasming around your cock.

You needed a moment to recompose yourself—your mind was still fuzzy as you stared at the dark ceiling, body tingling, with Sanji all over your mind. He was all that mattered at the moment.

Eventually, your hand started moving around him again, pumping his cock, using his own cum as lube. He gasped and whimpered, holding your wrist. “(Y/n)—”

“You didn’t doll yourself up just for a single round, did you?” A smirk tugged on your lips as you felt him twitch in your hand.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[sannirio]

Good boy ~

wc: 822

dom san x amab reader (he/him pronouns used)

18+ MINORS DNI 「im serious」　

CW - non!idol au, dumbifcation, pet play (kinda?), breeding, mentions of tummy bulge, size kink, bdsm bondage, swearing lol.

you felt hot, your face flushed, cheeks burning. “awww look at you” san said forcing your face to look at the floor length mirror across from the bed. “how adorable, is my puppy, embarrassed about the state he’s in?” he whispers a hint of amusement in his voice. you were sitting on san’s lap on the bed, he had his big arms wrapped around your abdomen for support while he thrust him self in and out of you. the little white thong you had on was barely able to hold in your aching hard on. he felt so good, the way he held you, forcing the whole length of his cock deep inside of you. he was huge compared to you, his body toward over your being like a skyscraper. his muscles were bulging and covered with sweat. seeing him like this made your mind numb, dizzy almost.

A deep thrust hit your g-spot and you let out a little yelp, flinching at that rush of electricity it sent through out your tied up body. another stroke and the flash was back. his cock was filling you up. “oh you like it when hit you right there” he groaned slamming himself against you. you collapsed at feeling but he kept going. he loved it when you were like this, a dumb little puppy slut, for him to use like a flesh light. san pushed himself inside you again, once again making you flinch. “aww look at that” he said smirking, “look at how well you take me.” he pressed one of his huge hands into you stomach revealing a small bulge. it felt weird to have his hand there on your stomach but the praise he was whispering into your ear was otherworldly. his cock so deep inside of you was like heaven.

before another thought could cross your mind though, he immediately snapped backward and then right into you with such force it made you whimper. he pushed your shaking body forwards so your face was on the bed him looming over you still inside of you with his arms on either side of your body. “be a good slut and take me” he groaned snapping into you once again. precum was leaking out of your dick, soaking the panties you had on as well as the sheets. it kept twitching and aching wanting to be touched. it hurt so much, the tension was building up and every stroke San made, sent a pain up your shaft. “please” you whimpered, tears now staining your face. the pain of your cock and the constant hitting of your G-spot was too much. sans huge dick was stretching you out it made you numb. “what’s that puppy” he growled under his breath “You want to cum?” “p please sir” was all you managed to get out. san forced your head down and picked up his pace. his cock kept hitting your stomach. “fuck, your so good for me puppy” he moaned his dick flexing. he was getting very close. he knew your favorite thing in the world was to be bred by him.

“fuck puppy you’re so tight” san said “you want me to fill you up? don’t you, you dumb whore” all you could do was nod pathetically. with that san made one last thrust before releasing inside you. his tip grazing your g-spot one last time, that being all you needed to send you over the edge as well. you could feel his cum filling you up, he kept moving slightly making sure that he pushed his children as deep as he could inside his little fuck toy. your cum covered your panties, spilling over onto the sheets and leaking up to your belly button. one last pump of his cock and San pulled out of your limp body. his cum was leaking out of your now sore hole. “god your such a good boy” he said with a hint of lust in his voice. he pulled you up and close to him, sliding you onto his lap. “face me.” facing san now he slowly undoes the ropes he had tied around your wrists. “did my pretty boy enjoy himself?” he cooed. “yes i did sir” you whimper as the rope finally fell off your wrists revealing red lines where they had once been. San kissed the burns and pulled you close his abs pressing against your cum soaked underwear. “you did so good for me tonight hun, you did so so good, my good little boy looked so pretty” you smiled and gave him a kiss wrapping your arms around his neck. san kissed you back standing up and grabbing onto your legs in the process. “c’mon my little prince i think we should have a bath together.” you gave him one more kiss on the forehead. San smiled back at you “good boy” he whispered carrying you off to the bathroom.

[i think i fixed the spelling errors lol]

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[pinkykats-place]

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character(s): Class 1-A and bits w/ Aizawa Shouta [platonic]

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Reader x Bakugou, Midoriya, Sero

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Overhaul x male reader

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Dabi x male!Reader

Summary: Reader helps Dabi dye his hair and feelings are revealed.

Warning: smut is mentioned but not explicitly written

not scary at all (nsfw)

ojiro x virgin!male!reader

warnings: virgin reader, crying, slight mention of a breeding kink kinda

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m!reader x denki kaminari

smut!

tw: dumbification, toys, daddy k

SATURDAY NIGHT (nsfw)

[ I. Midoriya x Male!Reader ]

Summary: aged up au with smut

❝ 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 ❞

𝙄𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 𝙭 𝙆𝙖𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙠𝙞’𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

Teaser ➤ Izuku realizes he must act to get what he wants.

been fantasizin! (nsfw)

izuku midoriya x male reader

WARNINGS: heat cycles, bunny quirk, ear-pulling, creampie (x2), toy use, overstimulation, manhandling, dacryphilia, soft dom!izuku, praise, kissing, drool/spit, body worship, dirty talk, breeding mention, use of the word “pussy” as a synonym for (ass)hole, amab reader

do it again (nsfw)

aizawa shouta x himbo!male reader

cw: mentions of creampie(s), large chest (pecs), teasing, anal, headlocks, fingerhooking, drool/spit, dumbification, veryyy minor dirty talk

Hawks x top male reader

Smut fic

SOFTSPOT (nsfw)

aizawa shouta x male reader

WARNING: amab reader, praise, degradation, spitting, dirty talk, crybaby!reader, himbo!reader, fingering, anal, nipple play, chest mentions, use of the words ‘tits’ in a mocking manner, dumbification, mutual masterbation, sadism, humiliation, creampie

Hitoshi Shinso x Male! Reader

Smut Drabble Fic

[iceman-soup]

amab reader x bot!soap

Insisting that rottweiler!hybrid!Soap should wear a collar; nagging Price, saying it's for his safety, making sure he won't get lost or injured so much on the field. And eventually he'll sigh and agree, giving you the key to the K-9 equipment cupboard, and calling the Sergeant over to find one that fits him well. Soap disapproves at first too, eyeing the selection of collars then glaring at you. He refuses to go anywhere near the camo-coloured handled collars, and Price just laughs, bragging that he told you so.

Until you find one in an actual pet shop on leave. You were there to pick up some food for a friend's cat since you were in town anyway, and a black, leather collar caught your eye. Checking it was an adjustable size, you quickly bought it and a matching lead, careful to pack them away safely to return to base. The rest of your time off you spend buzzing around with excitement, checking on the collar and lead set every so often and imagining how good he'll look in it. You'd have to introduce it to him delicately, of course; although you knew that before long he'd sacrifice his pride and wear it.

When you did arrive back to work again, the first thing you did was rush to find your sweet boyfriend, whose tail wagged frantically upon seeing you. His eyes narrowed when you pulled out the collar, but was surprisingly quick in letting you put it on him, taking your time to make sure it fit right, and telling him how handsome he looked after.

Of course you have to parade him over to Price's office to show the collar and lead set off, smugly grinning at your Captain when the Sergeant admits that "it's not too shite".

And of course later in Soap's bedroom, he's laying on his back as you fuck him with all the energy you'd saved up being away from him on leave, short lead held in your mouth, frantic eyes studying his face as he whimpers and paws at your chest.

[aliorsboxostuff]

if your still doing topgun stuff, may I get some possessive Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Male!Reader? like reader is getting hit on and Jake makes it known that reader is his?

THIS TOOK 3 MONTHS TO WRITE??? AND IT CAME OUT SO SHORT?? I'm so sorry but your request is so good but I got swarmed with work AGHHHH i hope you enjoy this tho regardless, we love a possessive Jake <3

Display of Affection

Tags: Jake Seresin x Male!reader, Hangman x Male!reader, Hangman, Jake Seresin, The Dagger Squad, male!reader, Penny Benjamin, Possessive behavior, established relationship, smug!boyfriend Jake, alcohol, kissing, slight dirty talk, pushing away a creep, Jake Seresin to the rescue!  Note: Reader’s callsign here is ’Robin’ 

When an enjoyable night at the Hard Deck turns sour when a creep decides to waltz his way to you, Jake Seresin comes to the rescue!

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reblogs and comments appreciated <3

A slow Friday night at the Hard Deck. The team was lounging around the pool table, bantering with one another, a drink in hand and the slightly warm atmosphere from the tipsiness the booze has granted them. You and the others arrived around 8, right after an important meeting with Mav before he excused himself for the night and went home with Iceman, wishing you all to enjoy your weekend. So, naturally, you all poured into the Hard Deck and continued to bother Penny with horrible jokes while she rolled her eyes. 

Somehow, you all seemed to stay even after rush hour finished, and only your team and a couple of other patrons were milling about. You lean to your left, resting your head on Jake's shoulder as he crosses his arms and says something about baseball to Mickey. The blonde smirks as he reaches a hand around your hip and pulls just slightly closer. You smile, taking another sip from your cup, letting the alcohol warm you. 

You squint when your sip ends short and realize your depleted drink before your eyes finding Jake’s beer bottle almost empty. Moving from your boyfriend's hand, you reach over to take his bottle and your cup with you, Jake raises a brow before you stroll away. “I’ll get us more,”

He smiles, before promptly returning to his conversation. You grin, before reaching the bar where Penny is drying a glass and setting your cup and bottle on the counter. “Another bottle for Jake and a refill for me,” 

“You got it, Robin,” She nods, before taking both of them and going to do her work. You lean over the bar, forearms resting your weight as your eyes roam about the abundance of bottles and decorations strewn about the Hard Deck. A familiar tune passes through you as you begin to hum, waiting for your drink, before the hair on your neck rises and you snap to your right, spotting a man eyeing you, a smirk on his lips, before he decides to make his way towards you. He’s supporting a worn-down flannel with ripped jeans, a futile attempt on trying to style himself. A civilian in their mid-forties-ish, unkept stubble is as clear as the man's drunkenness. 

‘Oh great,’ You roll your eyes, huffing slightly before you stand straight, arms crossed, the annoyance already creeping up your spine. And to no one's surprise, the guy stops beside you, clearly already too drunk for his own dignity, a lopsided smirk while he drops his cup on the bar. By no means are you of a smaller stature than your peers, in fact; Jake is only a couple inches above you and if you were wearing shoes with a bit more on its heels, you'd be the same height as your boyfriend, the same build too. The same predicament currently with the man, only a bit taller than you, but that only seems to fuel him on as he tries to straighten himself, puffing out his chest. 

“Hey there,” A sultry undertone in the man's voice has you swallowing a bile, so you reply to his words with a tight smile. 

“Evening, sir,” You promptly nod, navigating into a more polite route. He sways in your direction, making you lean back to avoid the man, trying to give this person's intoxicated brain a fucking hint. “Can I help you with something?” 

“Yeah, actually you can,” that irksome smirk is back. Your smile tightens. His arm almost brushes yours. “Can you help me to your number-”

“Is there a problem here?” You jump slightly when you feel a familiar arm loop around your middle, pulling you to the right, before you glance and spot Jake’s dangerous grin aimed at the man. 

The creep halts slightly before he sneers. “This your man?”

“Yeah, and what of it?”  You bite, finding your courage beside Jake’s presence. The man scoffs, disgust written on his face, before he mutters under his breath. 

“Fucking sissies…” 

Your simmering anger accelerates into a boil, your eyes growing wide with a retort at the end of your tongue before Jake’s hand cups your jaw, cutting you off from shouting at the man and pressing his lips against yours. You let out a small confused noise before Jake starts to prod between your lips, asking for entrance, at which slides in and tastes your tongue. Between your boyfriend's solid hold and the arm around your hips, dizziness begins to envelop you, intoxicated by Jake’s sudden movements. 

The kiss ends with Jake softly pulling back, before nudging your head to rest against his chest. “Don't be a hypocrite, would you? Last time I checked you were hitting on a man as well,”

You could practically feel Jake’s burning smirk. You can't help but stand in shock, face as warm as it has been this whole night, and shifting slightly to bury your face deeper into Jake’s embrace. Your boyfriend chuckles lightly, before turning back to the man. “But this one is taken, so why don't you kindly fuck off?” 

The man choked on his words, before slamming a couple of bills onto the bar and storming out of the bar. The sound of the door shifting relieves your tension, slowly raising your head. Your eyes meet your boyfriend, a warm smile on his lips. He raises a hand and pushes a couple of stray fringes, arranging them back properly into your hairstyle. 

“Thank you, Jake. That guy is way over his head. You did all of us a favor,” Penny’s voice snaps you out and you move slightly apart from Jake, though you already miss his warmth. Jake laughs and shakes his head.

“All in a day's work, Penny,” He winks, quickly snatching your refill and his beer, before turning to walk back to the squad table. You nod a thanks towards Penny before catching up to Jake, bumping his side. He moves his arms, exaggerating as if he was going to drop the beverages. 

“Whoah! Careful princey,” He chuckles, swaying slightly. 

You roll your eyes fondly. “I had him, y’know,” 

“Oh I know baby,” You snap to his face, eyes sharp, which makes Jake let out another surprised laugh. “I mean it! I do! I don't doubt that you’d probably sock that guy in the face,”

“But we’re not trying to get kicked out by our dear Penny, right?” He raises an expectant brow, which makes you huff, a small smile tugging at the edge of your lips. The two of you slide back into your previous seats, discreetly shuffling to press against your boyfriend. You knew he simply smiled, wrapping an arm around your middle. What you didn't expect was his breath fanning against your neck as he leaned in.

“Besides, I don't get many chances to show others you're mine.” 

Your face heats. Scrambling to push Jake’s mouth away from getting any closer. The room suddenly grew hotter, a steady stream of arousal moving through your body. “Jake…”

Jake laughs, patting your shoulder lightly. There's a light dusting of pink on his cheeks, most likely from the liquor. “I know, Robin! I know!”

His laugh cuts short, before that devilish smirk is back on your boyfriend's enticing lips. “Later, then…” 

Requests are open! (slow res)

[millerscoffee]

the soft animal of your body

812 drabble | joel miller x reader

rating: G

warnings: fluff!, established relationship.  no use of y/n.

summary: you were working on a hobby, but got distracted by joel's cheeks.

A/N: inspired by this post he truly is pookie. look at those cheeks! inspired by "wild geese" by mary oliver, too. joely baby let the soft animal of ur body love what it loves, luv x. i vaguely proofread this, soz.

"You're lookin' at me," Joel's eyes were closed on when he laid down on the couch to 'rest his eyes' while you sat on the floor beside him. You were supposed to be working on a new hobby, cross stitching. However, you ended up gazing up at your partner more than anything else.

"I can't help it," a grin in your voice, you sat up on your knees to lean over and press your lips to the soft rebound of his cheeks. "You just keepin' these all to yourself, I want to bite them."

You made Joel laugh. A sound that felt like air-bound gold every time it happened, and it was a catalyst that made his eyes open to search for your own. "I'm just keepin' these to myself?" He asked as if he didn't hear you correctly, but you knew he did. He always repeated things back to you when it was something he found sweet or silly, or innately you. His fingers fan through your hair before thumbing over your chin. "Alright, go on then."

It took a long time, a lot of therapy, for him to open up to you like this. To be allow himself to be mushy, and furthermore allow himself to experience love. Your love. You had so much to give to him.

And you didn't waste a moment when he gave you the green light. Your arms crossed over one of his shoulders, using it to lean on as you brushed and pecked the suppleness of his skin. The stubble that adorned his cheeks down to the grey at his jaw. Peppered kisses on the skin around the wrinkle of his eye.

"You havin' fun?" Joel asked playfully, the eye that was being kissed shutting.

"I am, actually. I could make a living doing this."

"Kinda do. I just agreed on my cheeks, said nothin' bout my eyes."

"Too bad," you giggled, nose tipping against his temple, the scent of his shampoo relaxed your shoulders. And it seemed to do the same to him, relaxed even more into the couch when he nestled his head into the armrest.

"Baby, just c'mere." He beckoned you, opening his arm out for you to take it. You used it then, climbing on top of Joel to stretch out on top of him. You felt so loved, special that you got to witness his softness. His fingers found the hem of your shirt and swirled light patterns from the guitar-induced calloused tips. It tickled, but you weren't willing to stop him. You needed to feel him as much as he needed to feel you. Two tactile individuals at the end of the day.

So you laid on top of him, the softness of your lips skimmed against the taut skin of his neck. The freckles that resided there. There were countless days and nights you spent pressing your lips to those spots. To count them mentally.

"You keep kissin' everywhere but my cheeks, darlin'."

"Maybe if you were less kissable I wouldn't have this problem. You see my dilemma."

That earned an exhale through his nose, filtered through his moustache. "Yeah, I reckon," honey drawled through the syllables, "I guess I should consider myself lucky. Got so much restraint."

"Now you're gettin' it," you hummed, teeth nipping at the base of his earlobe.

"Easy."

"Or what?" Your threat was quickly replaced with sweet kisses to his cheek again. Not really ready to break up the tenderness of the moment. "Nice cheeks," you replaced your words with praises before he could get to you.

"Grew 'em myself." His arms wrapped around your waist to hold you in place, to keep you close. To give every indication that he wanted this too, in the ways he knew how.

"You want anything?" Joel asked, pulling away to get a good look at you with his eyes that had vision all too blurry to be this close to you. Part of you wondered if it was because he didn't know what to do next. Never one with words, quality time had the tendency to make him anxious. Like he had all this nervous energy that disallowed himself to just be. To just exist in the present moment on the couch with a sewing tomato abandoned on the floor.

You would always come back to him no matter what you were doing.

You sat up just enough on your forearms to push his hair back as if to say, you're doing so good. As if to shout, you are letting the softness of your body do what it wants and I'm so proud of you. As if to cry, you do not need to do or be anything for me to love you. You are enough as is. And nothing, absolutely nothing could ever be better than this.

"Just this, Joel. Just you."

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[doctordbd]

Power struggle pt. 2

Since you guys wanted it so much I present to you power struggle. This is just the after math of what happened after part one, i actually don’t recommend reading the first one since it was so bad and that was more of a self indulgence for me. I was questioning my sexuality and gender at the time (lol) but if you want to read it it’s right here (I might delete the first one later and redo it)

: pt. 1

Warnings: belly bulge, sub frank, dom reader, hints of sexual favors, top reader, no pronouns used for reader but they have a ding dong, dumbifaction, Dacryphilia because Frank is a cry baby. Frank having a sexual crisis, public sex sort of, almost getting caught, drool, gapping. Cream pie, no proper after care, a lil bit of Dwight x reader?? 🤨 obvious NSFW below the line

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“Guhh!” The feeling of sweat ran down Frank’s neck, his body was hot. The smell of sex clinging onto his body like a deep cologne. His face flushed as he hid it in a pillow that occupied the bare bed in the house that sat at the top of the cold wind farm map. Body shaking as he tried to mimic the feeling of having something fill him. Inexperienced fingers working to find his sweet spot all the while lazily stroking his cock.

Frank didn’t know what was happening to him. After that trial with.. you, he hasn’t been able to do anything normally. The thought of you and the thought of you inside of him was taking over every waking moment. Making out with Julie has even become weird as he had never been on the submissive side before and now with this new found kink he doesn’t know if he wants to stop.

It was one time but ever since then he hasn’t been able to look you in the eye. Frank wasn’t clear if it was out of pride or embarrassment but he couldn’t bear to face you for a long time. Hell, he couldn’t even look at his teams face for a while, the thought of telling them or them seeing him in such a state haunted him.

That was why he was in cold wind, before Frank wasn’t scared to jerk one off in one of the rooms in Ormand. It was their sanctuary after all. Their place of rest. But now it drove Frank mad worrying someone might catch him touching himself in such a way. At least here he would be provided a little more privacy knowing rarely anyone comes up here.

The problem for privacy was solved, the main problem now is why is his orgasm taking so long? His slender fingers were all he thought he needed to get the job done, but it wasn’t working. It wasn’t you. The excessive spit that he used for a makeshift lube leaked out of his hole as he hopelessly tried to find the certain bundle of nerves that would have him seeing stars.

Frank choked out a sob, letting tears fall down his blotched face, growing frustrated at his feeble attempts of getting off. He tried to picture you doing it to him. Your hands on his chest, playing with his sensitive nipples. Your tongue tracing over the bite marks you would litter his body with. Frank shivered at the thought.

He wanted you to ruin him.

After a while of no progress and the constant thrust of his fingers started to hurt he pulled out. His walls clenching around nothing hoping for something to fill it.

Frank weakly sat up from the pillow, a grimace look found it’s way on his face as he saw how much droll and tears he left on it. He truly is pathetic, whining and crying for God knows how long for a person who fucked him just out of hatred and spite.

He wanted to hate you for it, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know what to do.

He flipped the pillow, using the dry side to wipe the spit that slid down his digits.

Pulling his pants up and placing his mask back on his face he walked out of the Thompson residents, stumbling a little after having toyed with his now sore hole for what he could guess was for hours. Hands in his pocket as he planned on what to do next. But one thing was for certain, he needed to see you.

Frank leant on a tree just outside of the survivors camp. There were too many damn cabins to tell which one was yours. Hoping to catch you leave the food hall as it seems all the survivors just finished eating and were making their way back to their individual cabins.

And that’s when he saw you. Did you get a new cosmetic? Because it seems there was something different about you today. You carried yourself with your head held high as you chatted with your fellow survivors. It irked Frank knowing his and your interaction made you that way.

He couldn’t help but also notice your ensemble; a military green shirt that warped tightly around your frame, him taking note of how good of a job it did showing your muscles. The dog tags bouncing up and down everytime you took a confident stride. Along with the army greens tactical pants and black combat boots to match.

You truly were a sight to see as Frank had caught himself staring just a little too long, too hypnotized by your strong arms that were littered with scars. Your hand that held flashlight with great strength.

With a painful punch to his chest he tried to collect himself. He needed to focus. But it was so hard when it came to you, evidence being he was becoming completely undone just by looking at you.

At this point you had seemingly said your goodbyes and was making your way to your cabin. The group you were with one by one slipped away into their own cabins leaving you the only one left. It was quite a ways to go to get to yours. You walked for a bit longer before hearing a singular “hey”. You turned around fully expecting to see one of your friends coming back to tell you something, but you quickly realized that the sound was coming from the thick wood that circled the camp.

It wasn’t the first time Danny or even Trickster would come over and try to scare you guys. So you were quite surprised to see the one and only Frank Morrison whispering to you through some bushes. Him obviously not wanting to be seen as he hid some of his body behind a tree.

It had been a while since you had talked with Frank and you couldn’t really blame him, the shame one would feel being completely plowed by someone that is supposed to be lesser then them would be unimaginable. A smirk had a way onto your face as you remembered the trial, truth be told it has been on your mind a lot too.

“Didn’t think I’d hear from you again, Frank.” you start, eyes musing on his mask that was slightly off his face revealing the visibly hate filled expression.

Frank gritted his teeth, he wanted to say something, anything, but his tongue suddenly felt too big for his throat. You tilted your head in confusion.

“You’re the one who called me over here, and yet you have nothing to say.” You crossed your arms as you waited patiently for an answer.

“If you’re worried I’ve told someone, don’t worry I didn’t. Wouldn’t want to hurt your killer rep, now would I?” You said in a fake concerned tone. A tone the Frank couldn’t stand. He hung his head low trying to figure out what to say.

After a few more moments of uncomfortable silence you decide to start heading back to your cabin, walking away from the flustered killer. Frank panicking knowing this might be his last chance getting to see you alone.

“Wait!” He whisper yelled you stopped in your tracks yet again. Turning your head towards the killer, a bored expression dressed your face as you were in no mood to play games.

Frank looked around one last time before extending his arm out to you. You looked at his hand and back to his face, he must’ve been out of his mind if he thought you’d follow him into the deep, dark wood.

In the camp you were safe, secure. Out there he could do almost anything to you under the entity’s rule. Yet, momma always did say that your curiosity would get the better of you one day. With a huff of disbelief mostly aimed at yourself, you took his hand. The familiar burn of power gracing your senses. Whatever gave you power that trial was definitely back and ready for seconds.

Frank must’ve felt it too, tugging your arm not in a demanding way, but in an almost servile way. Like you were in control and he was merely moving you along, like a child would do to their parent, rushing them along to get to their desired destination.

Reluctantly, you followed the young killer to wherever he wanted to take you, his eyes foward and his mouth shut, you decide to do the same thing as the walk there was dead quiet. The only noise being the twigs that snapped under your feet.

You make note of how far you walked from the camp, whatever he wanted to do he wanted to do privately.

All of a sudden, Frank stops in his tracks, you being unaware of the action knocking into him. Regaining your balance you apologize, only for Frank to grab you by your shirt and shove you against a tree, pulling you into a deep kiss.

The kiss itself was enough to make you throw him off of you but you noticed how his body reacted to the kiss, the hands that he used to shove you into the tree were now clawing at the fabric of the sleeves. His legs buckled and were seemingly about to give out. You gingerly grabbing his waist to help him as he leaned more into you. Exploring your mouth as he let out whorish moans, like you were the most addicting drug, he was craving more of you.

With a paining groan Frank detached his lips from yours, a string of saliva connecting you two.

Heavy breaths filled the air, your head leaning back against the tree eyes closed in bliss, been a while since you’ve last had this.

You opened your eyes and looked down at the quivering male, his once hate filled eyes now completely blown out and filled with lust. Tear collecting at the corners. Was he about to cry?

The sight itself made you groan, using the grip on his hips to bring them closer to yours. Roughly grinding against him as if you were in rut. Frank welcoming it with open arms as wrapped his arms around your neck, hiding his face in your shirt, his drooling problem coming back into light as he was quick to cover your shirt collar in saliva.

Holy shit did that turn you on

You used your strength to turn him over. Now he was pinned against the tree and your chest was to his back, not allowing much room for him, but yet again that was the point. Shoving past his belt of faulty bullets you ran your hand along side his leaking shaft. Frank bucking his hips to try and gain friction from your hand that you kept pulling away. Just enough were he was aching for your touch but enough were he could still feel you touch him.

His face was now in his elbow as he let out loud huffs of frustration from your teasing. A part of him just wanted to push you over and ride you in the middle of the forest. So he can finally itch the scratch you’ve left that trial. But he wanted this even more. He wanted your hands on him, the hands that would make his skin feel on fire every time you touched, squeezed and prodded at him. He wanted your face close to his like it is now. Whispering at him. Calling him a whore, a slut, your slut.

He wanted all of you and more, so he complied with your teasing. As much as it pained him to, deep down he really loved it.

Frank let out a strangled cry as you finally wrapped your large hand around his cock. His precum providing a good lube as you wasted no time moving your hand up and down his shaft. His legs buckled under him as you set a brutal pace with your hand. Frank bucking in your hands slightly, but enough for you notice and coo at him.

His face was hot even though his mask was long tossed away and forgotten. Your words making him even more flustered then he already was, if that was possible. 

The tightening feeling in his stomach made him let out an embarrassingly loud and pitiful moan. Something he would be embarrassed about later but not right now. Right now he was savoring the feeling of his rapidly approaching orgasm. 

You felt the thrusts in your hand speed up, slopping and uneven. He was fucking himself with your hand, your dick reacting with an excited twitch that Frank felt on his backside. Groaning at the friction while rolling his eyes to the back of his skull. He gave a final thrust before he released all over your hand and landing some on the tree in front of him. Pumping your hand a few times to help him ride out his orgasm.

After a while, Frank started to jerk away from your hand. You find it cute as his face contorts back and forth from blissed to overstimulated. Finally letting go of his cock, you bring your hand up to his face for him and you to see the glistening hot liquid seep down your fingers. He tried to turn his head but you were quick to grab his jaw and turn his head back to his mess.

“Don’t be embarrassed to look at the mess you’ve made.”

Frank groaned at your words. feeling you release his jaw and used your clean hand to shove his pants down even more along with his boxers, gripping at the firm mounds before stepping back and crouching down. pulling his hips towards you so he was now bent over. Franks hands still clinging onto the tree.

“W-what are you doin -NGH- ah!”

Frank tried to talk but was quickly silenced by you spreading his ass open and using Frank’s -now cold- load to trace around his rim. You had fun running your finger over the bumpy skin while listening to Frank trying to keep himself quiet. All the while trying to stand on his on two feet without your help. It was a real challenge not to just fall down on the moist forest floor and have you take him there. But he pushed through, or so he thought when you abruptly shoved two fingers into his hole. Franks back arched while his fingers dug into the tree bark, hanging on for dear life as his legs were now jelly.

the lewd shlick sounds made Frank whine as you teased around his sweet bundle of nerves, you knew where it was but you purposely ignored it, it made Frank look back at you with a weak scowl. You on the other hand watch with pure fascination at how eager his hole was. swallowing your fingers with such need to be filled, it nearly made you drool.

You knew his orgasm was coming when his long flustered moans turned to high pitched broken ones. Frank trying his best to hide it but failing miserably.

Your goal wasn’t to get another orgasm out of him but to prepare him for you. so you took your fingers out at a painfully slow pace. Watching as his hole clench around nothing. Only god knows how much you want to ruin this man.

You sit up and finally unzip your pants. Haven grown unbearably tight since the moment his lips touched yours. Freeing your cock out of it’s confining prison. Standing proud and tall, with your aching tip producing a hefty amount of precum. with a sigh of relief you began stroking yourself, smearing your pre all over your cock. Running your thumb over the slit a couple of times.

With a few more strokes you let it go and let it fall on Franks backside, Frank moaning at the hot and heavy mass on his back, feeling you move back and forth leaving a gorgeous trail of your semen on his back. After a few pleas and whines from Frank to quit your teasing, you eventually grab ahold of your throbbing member and align it to his hole. Pushing in at a slow speed, making Frank groan.

“S-stop fuckin teasIN. And just put it in already-”

With a huff you pushed the rest in, bottoming out fully. Setting a brutal pace as you forced his hips to yours at every thrust. Frank letting out a shrill cry that would wake any forest animal if the entity’s realm had any. The sheer power you had over him made Frank lightheaded. After ignoring you- ignoring himself for so long he finally had you. He finally felt content with himself. That itch was finally being scratched. 

Franks constant nagging was getting on your last nerve, so you were pleased to see he had his face in his elbow. Letting out a short moan every time you thrusted into him. Tears threaten to spill at the cover of his eyes, Frank was in total bliss. Havin being filled once more by you was a dream come-

“Are you sure you saw them go this way”

Frank froze, supposedly you too, as your thrusts slowed down, but not entirely stopping. There were people in the words.

People looking for you two.

“I’m sure Cheryl, Frank took them somewhere around here.”

Of course.

Dwight and Cheryl.

Frank would be glaring at them and run them off if you weren’t balls deep inside of him. If you two get caught what would happen to him? What would happen if the other killers found out? When they find out that a killer already constantly looked down upon gets caught getting his guts rearranged by a survivor? The one thing in this God forsaken world he’s supposed to hunt, torture, and kill? Everything that he’s worked hard to get will be in shambles. He is putting himself and his team at risk, so why did he do it?

Because it feels so good.

The tears that threaten to fall earlier quickly decide to finally spill past his eyes. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to do anything else so he did the only thing he could do at the moment, and that was to cry. You rip your eyes from the two curious survivors and back at Frank, this is the first time in your life that you wished Dwight wasn’t such a good friend.

So you snaked one of your hands that were previously grabbing his hips and covered his quivering mouth as you started to thrust your hips at a much faster pace. Frank moaning at the returning pleasure. His eyes foggy but not leaving the two people walking dangerously close to were they were. You saw Frank look back at you with pleading eyes. Those eyes, those eyes did nothing but make you want to fuck him even more. You lean down next to his ear and say:

: You -huff- don’t want to get caught right? Then I’m gonna need ya to -huff- stay quiet for me ok? Can’t have all your friends know what -huff- you do in your free time.” 

You watched as his reaction changed from pleading to absolute mess. Tears now streaming down his face and drool seeped through your fingers as your ruthless pace never faltered, your free hand now on his cock. Stroking it with the same speed you were fucking him in.

You had no intent on stopping till you were finished and satisfied. The two of you getting caught would be a minor inconvenience for you but you knew the fear Frank must feel right about now, You could’ve stopped but, at the end of the day it didn’t seem like Frank wanted you to stop all that much. You were in full control of this moment, it was your choice were this was going to go. 

This is the type of power that you’ve heard about that most grow drunken on.

You’ve made up your mind and continued to thrust into him. Your hand doing everything in its power to keep Frank’s noises in. As it seems like he picked this time to babble and moan the loudest.

You listen with open ears as you heard Dwight and Cheryl’s footsteps shuffle away, relief washing over the both of you. Or what was once relief now panic when one of your thrusts hit his special spot. The one leaving him seeing white. The one spot that made Frank let out a high-pitched moan the surpassed your hands and out onto Dwight’s careful ears, turning around momentarily. 

“Did you hear that?”

Frank didn’t know what did it, maybe it was the fact that he was moments away from being caught, and the fear of being caught excited him. Or the way your length stretched him out to the point it felt like you were fucking his brain, his hand on his stomach right over the noticeable bulge that would come to rearrange his insides one thrust at a time. Or maybe it was you, your large body pressed against his, as you work to pleasure him and yourself. Going the extra mile as to cover his mouth for him for his was too shaky to actually do anything. Whatever the reason it was enough to finally tip the scale. Frank shaking under you a -little more harshly this time-  before at last cumming all over your hand. His hips didn’t know either to buck into your hand or onto your cock. So he did a sloppy version of both. Legs shaking as his juices leaked from your hand and onto the ground, riding out his delicious high. 

You couldn’t really focus much on him because you watch with careful eyes as you see Dwight look around one last time before turning around and walking the opposite way.

“You’re definitely just hearing things, just like how your just seeing things. Besides what would [name] be doing with Frank anyway?” Cheryl said.

“*sigh maybe your right, I just.. I don’t know, I guess I’m just seeing things” Dwight said putting his hand on his head, his face a little flushed. Something Cheryl picked up on quickly.

The two survivors finally walking away finally leaving you and Frank to your own devices. You watched as they finally disappeared behind the tree line. Releasing your hand from Franks mouth, you looked down. Frank was immobile, cheek pressed against the rough tree bark and hands lightly pressed against the tree as well. Weak butchered moans left his mouth every time you thrusted into him.

He was a sight indeed, the very thing you needed to see to get you going again. Putting your hands back on his hips you used his body to get yourself off. Throwing your head back as his walls clamped around you, his walls shaped just for you and you only. He did come to you after all, he wanted you again, he wanted to be filled with you again. The thought threw you over the edge, your hips meeting as you burrowed yourself in him. emptying yourself into his warm hole. Frank letting out a long groan at the feeling of being full of your seed. You can tell it was too much for him to take as some of your semen escaped out of his hole. Droplets hitting the ground.

After a while you pull out, taking a step back to look at the mess you’ve made. The lack of support caught up with Frank as he slid down the tree and onto the forest floor. A firm reminder of the first night you had together. 

His gapping hole was your best work, Frank’s ass covered and dripping in your cum. As well as the red hand marks on his hips, a telltale sign of your former roughness. Marks that -if you weren’t in the entity’s realm- would definitely bruise later. 

And his face, his face was the embodiment of sexual bliss. Being satisfied to the point where one would pass out. It was almost endearing. But you had no plans but to be nothing more then just fuck buddies. Maybe sex for your life? it seemed like a fair deal. If he didn’t agree there was always blackmail, but you had a feeling he would agree. So with your last remaining strength you wrench his pants back over his waist. Picking up his mask and pulling it back over his face, moving the strands of dirty hair off his sweaty forehead. 

After that you pick him up and walk him over to a new area one where there wasn’t any semen on the trees. He reeked of sex and so did you so you took his jacket off and laid it next to him. Maybe that’ll air him out. You thought your plan was flawless till you saw a wet patch around his butt area.

Fuck

You totally forgot about the total cream pie you gave this guy about 20 minutes prior. You quickly took the jacket and put it over his lap. Maybe he’ll take that as a warning to walk around with caution.

You got up from your knees and dusted them off. Putting your hands on your hips while you look down at Frank. 

‘Funny how time repeats itself huh?’

You let out a snicker, Fixing up the best you can without really being able to see yourself. Buckling your pants to finish, you began to walk away from Frank. Before he called you into the woods you really had no plans, but now you were feeling rather drained, so now you were going to sleep good tonight. 

That’s what you thought before a singular crow landed on your shoulder. Looking right into your eyes with its beady little ones. You let out a little chuckle before letting the fog consume you. 

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“I’m sorry for dragging you out into the woods off only a hallucination.” Dwight apologizes. His fingers fiddling with each other, head held low. They were nearly to the camp as the smoke from the fire can be seen close up ahead.

Cheryl looked back at him with a friendly smile.

“It’s no worries, you thought you saw someone you care about going into the forest with some killer. Your a good friend, Dwight.” She reassures.

Putting a hand on his shoulder her friendly smile quickly turned into a teasing smirk.

“But thinkin about Y/n so much to the point that your seeing them everywhere is quite suspicious don’t change think hm? Are we gonna talk about that? Why are they on your mind so much Dwight~?”

Dwight’s face flushed at the assumption. Pushing her away and covering his face.

“No, no! it’s not like that! W-we’re just friends!”

“Sure, sure you can lie to yourself all you want but I know the truth.” Cheryl teased, Dwight letting out an embarrassed groan, opening his fingers slightly. Peering off onto the vast forest. You two were merely just friends..

Right?

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AN:

So I sense some Dwight x reader chemistry?🤔 maybe, maybe not. You will never know. Have a good day/evening/night guys love you 🖤 might get another fic today if not today then definitely tomorrow

Edit: Im still editing this even tho I already published it. Im so bad at this. I need to reread my fics more often and not just when I finish uploading them

[hana-no-seiiki]

BREEDER! READER: Hey, since you’re god and all does that mean you can change your body or something to get pregnant with my seed.

YANDERE! GOD (yes it’s me again hi): Out of all the questions—

YANDERE! GOD: Yes. Yes I can. *sighs before preemptively spreading his legs for you*

— I worship thee amab version coming soon!!

[blitzyn]

good boy

childe x m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: You're a good boy for him.

wc -> 1.2k

cw -> blowjob, praise, overstimulation, biting, dom childe, anal sex, anal fingering

"You're so eager," Childe cooed, caressing the side of your face with a gentle hand. He brushed a thumb over your strained cheek before slithering his hand in your hair. You almost shied away from him until he spoke again. "Keep going."

You bashfully nodded and refocused, drawing your gaze back onto his hard cock. Your fingers wrapped around the base to keep it upright as you leaned down and gave it a long lick. Your chest fluttered when he gave a low moan, his hand shifting so that it cupped the back of your head. You placed an indulgent kiss on the glans before finally taking him in your mouth again.

Your jaw strained pleasantly, removing your hand to take him all the way. You move your head up and down with practiced ease, lathering the underside of his cock with your tongue. You traced a vein upon your ascent before dipping back down. You couldn't get enough of him; of the way he throbbed, of the way his hand twitched every so often.

A salty taste entered your mouth, prompting a pleased hum from you. Childe groaned and rolled his hips at the vibrations. "Fuck - you're doing so good."

His words made your cock twitch in your underwear, aching almost painfully. Your drive was rekindled, resuming your actions with a newfound fervor. You focused on sucking the precum, swirling your tongue on the head. He moaned, slightly squirming around.

"If you want more, you're going to have to work for it," he gave you a grin, his pale cheeks flushed a bright red. Sweat rolled down his temple as he swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. You briefly looked up at him before taking him down to the base.

"You're amazing at this," he praised, tossing his head back. You squeezed your thighs together before ghosting your fingers over your cock, feeling how it pulsed under your touch. Suddenly, he shifted a bit before lightly kicking your hand away to press his foot onto your crotch. You bucked your hips with a loud moan, nearly choking around him.

He twitched as more precum filled your mouth, pressing down harder. He rubbed you as you moved faster, every groan spurring you on even further. The hand on the back of your head forced you all the way down, his dick throbbing as he came down your throat. Each spurt had sparks coursing through your body that only intensified with each desperate rut of your hips.

Your eyes rolled back and closed in ecstasy when you finally found your release, your thighs trembling. It was only a few moments later when he finally pulled your head back, his dick twitching as it rested on your tongue.

He gently tugged your hair in a silent gesture. You got up from your spot on your knees and sat next to him on the bed. He wasted no time to capture your lips in a kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth. He lightly groaned when he tasted himself. He held onto your shoulders and pushed, moving you further onto the bed.

He laid kisses on your neck while his hand trailed down your body, lightly stroking your cock. He gathered your cum and precum onto his fingers before circling your hole and inserting two. You sighed as he gently massaged your walls, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion. He soon added another one, clenching around him when you felt the slight burn.

His face was buried in your neck, biting your skin hard enough to send shivers down your spine before replacing his teeth with a kiss. You moaned when his fingers brushed against your prostate, resting a hand on his hair. Your grip tightened around the strands as he pressed on that spot harder, sending sparks shooting through your body.

He moved faster, prompting you to widen your legs just a bit. His voice vibrated against your skin, "You're such a good boy."

You bit your lip and tilted your head back, the slick noises fueling the raging fire in your core. You let out your moans as he shifted himself to the right side of your neck, slithering a hand down your body. He briefly pinched your nipple before languidly stroking your cock. You instinctively thrust up into his loose fist.

He took his hand away and rested it on your stomach. You were taken by surprise when he began to push down a little until he curled his fingers to directly hit your prostate. You loudly moaned, your dick throbbing and streaming precum onto your skin.

"Come on, cum for me," he whispered into your ear.

You breath quickened as your orgasm inched closer and closer before finally crashing onto you. "That's it - there you go... good boy."

He put his hand on your cock to help you through your high, your hips jerking into it. It wasn't until your arched back flopped onto the bed did he remove his slick fingers from your hole.

Childe gave you a moment of peace before he slotted himself in between your legs. He spat on his dick and lubricated himself before pushing inside you. Your thighs trembled at the stretch, holding on to the bedsheets.

"You feel incredible," he groaned. "So tight..."

You both sighed when he finally bottomed out, feeling him throb rhythmically. He caressed your sides before steeling his grip to begin fucking you. He set a comfortable pace as he watched how his cock slid in and out of you, entranced.

The bed gently creaked under your combined weight, nearly drowned out by your moans. He shifted himself, leaning down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands clawed at his back as he moved faster, tears welling up in your eyes as his cock repeatedly brushed against your prostate.

Your cock ached with oversensitivity, the burn hurting so good. You let out a choked moan when you came, his thrusts were relentless. He began to release breathier groans as his cock twitched and throbbed inside you, going just the slightest bit harder.

"I'm almost there," he said, voice sounding strained. "You're taking me so well."

He slowly lost his rhythm as he inched closer and closer to his orgasm. He shuddered as he finally found his release, resulting in his teeth tightly clamping down on your shoulder. You squeaked in surprise when the sudden sting traveled down to your cock, a pleasant burn accompanying it.

You sighed, letting out a quiet 'oof' when he plopped his entire body on you, trapping you with his weight. You mindlessly ran your fingers through his hair with a shaky hand, patiently waiting for the seemingly endless spurts of cum to stop.

"That was a lot," you noted.

"It's just been a while," Childe muttered into your neck.

"Really? Must've been real busy, then," you pat his shoulder. "Now get off. You're heavy and I can barely breathe."

"Yeah. It really sucks," he groaned, not making a move.

"You know what else sucks? Being sweaty and sticky," you complained. "Get ooooff. I need to clean myself."

"You can do it later," he whined, wanting to stay on top of you.

"Says the man who didn't just have buckets of cum dumped into him," you huffed with a roll of your eyes.

He snorted in reply.

Bastard.

cross posted on ao3

[anystalker707]

Another night in the pantry

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gn, amab] Reader Summary: Sanji is really needy, wanting a good fuck from you Tags: baby girl sanji / bottom sanji / whimpering / crying / overstimulation / degradation

Requested by anon ["Can you please write sanji x male top reader and sanji is jus a whimpering mess wit overstimulation and a humiliation/degradation kink 😂😂☝🏽☝🏽..."]

MASTERLIST

          Sanji’s uneven breathing resonated through the cramped room, muffled by the items lined up along the shelves on the wooden walls and the sound of the gentle waves outside. The strip of moonlight that slipped through the small circular window lit up the room just enough without attracting the attention of whoever darted around in the middle of the night, and whoever was in the crow’s nest this time was too far to notice anything happening there.

The pantry quietly witnessed another encounter between you, in which Sanji once again lay back against the wooden boxes while you stood between his spread legs with your lips attached to his neck. Sanji’s shoes and tie were already discarded somewhere else, some buttons of his shirt open to make way for your lips.

A particularly loud whimper came from Sanji, resembling a muffled moan, as his back arched off the surface. He breathed through his mouth a couple of times, hands tightening around your shirt as he groaned in frustration, pulling you closer with both his arms and legs wrapping around you. His erection ground more against yours through the layers of clothes, but the motion dragged slowly this time.

“Please, my love, please,” he breathed against your neck with a soft cry, dampening your skin more than the sweat already had. “I’ll do anything for you, my love, my life, please, I need you,” he babbled in a whiny tone as he gasped for air, with a long moan as he arched his back again.

“Damn,” you whispered as you stood up properly and took your shirt off, much to Sanji’s pleasure as he eyed you hungrily. Your cock strained against your pants too painfully already, so maybe it was time to finally give in to Sanji’s pleas, and he seemed to catch on to your intentions, eyes sparkling with anticipation as he observed you with his breath caught in his throat and propped up on his elbows.

Sanji’s eyes followed your hands as they undid each button of his blue shirt, then did the same with his pants. He gasped in anticipation, but the soft sound was replaced by an embarrassed groan when you pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his hard and damp cock. It made you raise your eyebrows, biting your lip.

“Damn, look at the mess you made…” Your finger trailed up his cock, gathering a little of the sticky cum on it, before you stuck your finger into your mouth to lick it clean; he whimpered more at something as simple as it. “Still cumming inside your pants? How old are you, Sanji? Damn it…”

That was a hot sight, honestly, making your cock throb in its confines once again. Sanji had cummed earlier when you started dry-humping him, since he’d already been hard for a while before he finally started begging as you told him to, and it clearly hadn’t been enough. His cock twitched under your gaze as he chanted more pleas under his breath.

“Really can’t contain yourself, right?” You muttered, finishing taking Sanji’s pants and underwear all the way down so that you could spread his legs properly—given his flexibility, it was an easy job. “What made you so horny today? Been daydreaming in the kitchen instead of doing your damn job? Are you even good for anything at all?” You clicked your tongue in disappointment while running your thumb along the underside of his cock, pressing your knuckle to the hot skin.

Sanji let out a shaky breath at the same time his thighs quivered, threatening to close around your hand, but they stopped by your sides. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, my love,” he whined, pressing his eyes shut and letting himself rest on his back again, throwing his arms above himself.

“What if I left you here and gave up on touching you, hm?” You questioned just to hear that answer once more, running your hand up and down his stomach, feeling the skin move under your palm with each breath.

With a small groan escaping his lips, his eyebrows twitched a little, furrowing more. “...Whatever you want, my love.”

“You’re so pathetic, Sanji,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head. “You should be ashamed of being like this. So stupid.” Your hand held his face this time, squishing his cheeks together to make him look at you, and he didn’t even need to be told anything, cracking his eyes open to look at you. “I’d be ashamed if I were you. Are you ashamed, Sanji? Can’t even stand up for yourself.”

Sanji’s face burned vividly, and he was thankful you couldn’t see his red face in the darkness, or else it’d be another reason for you to tease him… Or maybe it was unfortunate. Your cruel words managed to always send hot waves of arousal down his spine and make his cock twitch, as much as he tried to pretend not to like it. He finally nodded in agreement with your words, feeling shame and arousal burn inside him simultaneously.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered against his lips, pecking them briefly. “I love you anyway.”

A hopeless sound came from Sanji as he let his head slowly fall back once you let go of it, his heart fluttering at the same time his cock twitched, and he waited for more from you. Just his hand or dry-humping wasn’t enough for him—he needed you to touch and use him until you were satisfied, no matter how sensitive his cock already felt.

There was lube hidden behind the boxes because of the frequent encounters, and you made a mental note of getting a new one when noticing the remaining liquid only reached under a fourth of the bottle, but it was still enough to cover your cock in a decent amount of it and pour some over Sanji’s awaiting hole. Just the feeling of the cold lube against his skin was enough to snatch another whimper from Sanji.

“You’re like a pretty toy, Sanji,” you said as your thumb pressed to his hole, flat, without enough pressure to actually push in, though it was already enough for his thighs to quiver a little. “Here to be used whenever I need to get off, right? Though you’re quite needy sometimes…” You raised your eyebrows lightly, pushing your index finger into Sanji instead. He gasped, walls tightening around your finger while all you did was spread the lube around instead of fingering him as he wished. “Were you made to be fucked by me, baby? Because it sure does feel like it, sometimes.”

Playfulness laced both your voice and actions, with that touch of malice that made Sanji’s head spin. He groaned, chest rising and falling as he panted, shirt clinging to his sweaty skin; a perfect mess that you’d made yourself. Your eyes lingered on the marks over his neck and chest while pride swelled in you, making you smile a little before finally pressing the tip of your cock to his hole.

Sanji gasped, squirming at the littlest touch, but he quickly stayed still before you could say anything, obediently. He gasped at the intrusion, at the same time the pleased sounds also escaped from your lips with how his walls clenched and accommodated around your cock.

“Tight,” you breathed, observing Sanji whimper and arch his back, pressing his eyes shut as his hands closed around nothing. It made you wonder what made him want you so badly, a worry that was quickly pushed to the back of your mind and overtaken by the need to fuck him.

A shaky breath escaped your lips as you started moving. The first thrusts were tentative and messy, with pauses between them so that you could process the waves of pleasure that Sanji’s ass sent running down your spine. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cum fast, so you took a deep breath before finally being able to settle down for a steady rhythm. “Good,” you breathed.

You wrapped Sanji’s leg around your waist by bringing it up with a hand under his thigh, finding a new angle that made him go all tight around your cock as his thighs quivered more. His hands found the edges of the wooden boxes and clung to them, finally finding something to ground him through the intense pleasure.

“Ahh, my love, I can’t—” Sanji cried out softly, unable to hold himself back before he was cumming again, making you raise your eyebrows and observe it in surprise while the hot and sticky cum spilled all over his torso while your cock still pounded into him. A sound that reminded you of a sob escaped Sanji’s lips, but you kept going when nothing that resembled the safe word escaped his lips. “Please,” he breathed as his eyes opened briefly, with pretty blue orbs staring at you with a need that still lingered.

A chuckle escaped your lips as you made the thrusts more intense, making Sanji’s body gently rock every time your hips met the back of his thighs. He arched his back as strings of whines dripped from his lips, mixed with something that sounded like your name, if you paid attention enough.

“Again, Sanji? You’re so fucking greedy today,” he groaned, clicking your tongue as you ran your free hand up and down his side, giving his waist a light squeeze. “Mmm, good thing I am here for you, right? Or else what? I bet you’d go back to fucking your hand all day long while thinking about some girl who probably thinks you’re gross.”

Something like a cry mixed with a moan came from Sanji, and as much as he could attempt to deny anything, the way his ass clenched around your cock proved how much he loved your cruelty. He pressed a hand over his mouth as your thrusts got more powerful, trying to muffle the high-pitched cries that escaped his throat, but you grasped his wrist and pulled his hand away.

“Let them hear you,” you said with a grin, “let your dear Nami-swan know you like it up the ass so much. What will she think of you, hm?” Of course, no one would listen unless someone was darting around late at night—which was highly improbable—, but it was nice torturing him like that, even more so when it made his back arch so deliciously. “Fuck, hot,” you whispered, speeding up your thrusts.

A few tears escaped Sanji’s eyes, but you judged it was from the overstimulation as well, from keeping going through all those orgasms. Either way, he kept going strongly, cock still hard, flushed, and swollen as it twitched and leaked pre-cum whenever your cock hit deep inside him. The leftover cum made his tip glisten, and you bit your lip with a groan. The tone of Sanji’s flushed cock almost matched the way his nipples were bright red from the abuse, and the hickeys on his skin.

“I’m going to cum, Sanji, baby,” you breathed, “and I want you to cum with me.”

“Yes, mon amour, please,” Sanji said between moans, arching his back more, but nothing compared to the way he squirmed when your hand wrapped around his already sensitive cock and started stroking it. You could only imagine how the overstimulation affected Sanji, snatching louder and whinier sounds from his lips as more tears trailed down his face, while his ass clenched around your cock more, milking it.

“Mmm, I’m— Nngh, b—” Sanji could barely form anything coherent, and seeing him like that made your cock twitch more inside him, the arousal rising in your lower stomach. His eyebrows furrowed under the hair that stuck to his forehead due to the sweat, and he couldn’t even stop pressing his eyes shut.

Finally, a louder and longer moan escaped Sanji’s lips before he was cumming once again—the cum was now clear as it added up to the other load that already covered his torso, and Sanji’s thighs trembled. Seeing that was enough to make your balls tighten, and you were cumming as well, gasping as you came inside Sanji, continuing thrusting to make sure your cum was deep inside him and that you were well satisfied.

Sanji still whimpered after he came down from his high; his body shuddered with the aftershocks of his orgasm, and he didn’t ask for more this time.

“Fuck,” you whispered, stepping back to tuck your cock back into your pants before giving proper attention to Sanji. You sighed, sitting up on the box so that you could reach him, cupping his face and peppering it with kisses. “Poor thing,” you whispered, wiping the tears away from his face. “Are you good now?”

Sanji nodded faintly, blinking a couple of times as he looked at you, still struggling to catch his breath, sniffling occasionally.

“Good boy,” you whispered, kissing the tip of his nose. “I’ll clean you up, and then we can get some cuddles.”

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[sannirio]

Safe and Sound

part. 2 part. 3

wc: 2530

dom san x amab sub reader (good boy/prince)

18+ MINORS DNI 「im serious」

cw - non!idol au, werewolf san, size kink, swearing praise, mentions of death, slight dumbification? use of puppy.

syn: you got lost in the wood, very lost. just as you were about to give up a tall creature picks you up and brings you to safety.

it was dark. too dark. the trees surrounding you felt like they were suffocating you. the dense forest was claustrophobic especially with only the moon being your source of light. it was midnight, cold and dark. this weekend was supposed to be a fun camping trip with your friends, long weekends don’t happen often. “where is that damn path” you said gritting your teeth in the cold. you enjoyed hikes, this time however was not one of those times. you were lost, incredibly lost with no trace of civilization for what seemed like kilometers. no service not even a bar. “this is hopeless” you thought as a shiver ran down your back. the cold was getting to you now, camping in autumn is a great idea. 

you’ve been walking for what feels like hours and still no sign of the path or even a glimpse of light in the distance. “FUCK” you yelled “WHERE AM I.” speaking out loud for comfort you said “i have to keep moving or i’ll freeze.” that was true, what looked like frost was starting to paint the ground. though you couldn’t see it your breath was creating beautiful clouds of fog right in front of you. it was so damn cold, “i’m going to die” you thought. you started to cry, the tears stinging your skin as they cooled down with the air.  “i’m going to die” you whispered again, falling to the ground in defeat. you fingers were freezing and your body was tired, so incredibly tired. it felt like your body was going give up. the jacket you were wearing hadn’t done much to help to keep you warm with your state deteriorating quickly. as you lay there a bush rustled to your right. then again, this time a twig snapped. with what little strength you had left you opened your frozen eyes, standing in front of you was a tall creature, covered in fur huge sharp claws big paws and dark red eyes. before you could do anything to escape (which was unlikely considering the state you’re currently in) you passed out from the cold. 

a warm glow was dancing across your face. waking up felt impossible, were you dead? dreaming perhaps? as you opened your eyelids the sting of smoke hit them immediately forcing you to close them again before you could properly take in your surroundings. so you were alive, just where were you. a moment ago you were lying in the ground ready to die, the next in a new place with a source of warmth near you. you opened your eyes again, the smoke no longer burning your eyes. was this a cave? the walls beside you were made of rock, so was the ceiling. even your sleeping area was. “where the hell am i?” your mind was racing, then you remembered that creature you saw right before you passed out. was this where it lived maybe? 

sitting up, a little too quickly you scanned the room you were in. it was quite large, the ceilings were a lot taller than you had previously thought. there was indeed a fire burning quite close to you surrounded by uniform looking rocks with jagged edges on some spots. your gaze moved upwards slowly to see..

you let out a gasp, over on the other side of the cave standing there was a tall muscular man. all you could see was his black hair and muscular arms, until he turned around in what seemed to be a reaction to your gasp. he was just as buff facing you as he was with his back to you, his eyes were piercing yet soft somehow, his lips looked soft his skin was sun kissed and smooth. this wasn’t the creature who you saw in the forest a while ago… who was this. 

“you’re awake” he said smirking, taking a big stride in your direction, he didn’t have a shirt on, pants though they were present. “w…who are you” you breathed backing against the wall of the cave. “i won’t hurt you, i won’t hurt you” the man whispered a tone of worry in his voice. “i found you last night passed out in the cold.” “what? no, some random dog looking thing stood over me last night.”

the man laughed, “that was me hun.” you sat there dumbfounded, more confused though to be honest. “forget about it for right now” he said softly “are you feeling all right?” the way he spoke was comforting, he seemed genuinely concerned for you’re well-being, the look on his face pretty much confirmed it. “i think so” you said shivering. the man looked worried when you did that, he walked over to you in maybe two or three steps, “his strides were so long” you thought. sitting down beside you he turned to face you, the worried expression still plastering his face. 

“You’re cold” he whispered, with that he wrapped a spare blanket he had beside him around you. You looked up at him, he was so tall, even sitting down he towered over you. “Here, come sit on my lap” the man said. You did as he asked, not only to get warmer but something about him was comforting… he made you feel safe. Still looking up at him you managed to get a few words out, “who are you?” “im san” the man replied smiling, “like i said earlier, i was the one who found you on the ground.” a look of confusion crosses your face again, ‘how” you asked a little annoyed “you’re a human not a big dog creature.” san laughed, “no sweetheart, im a werewolf.” “hes a what??” you thought “thats not possible, those dont exist, they’re just a myth.” as if he had read you mind he said “yes they’re really real.” “is that why you live in a cave.” you asked sitting up a bit straighter to look at him in his eyes or as close as you could to do so. He laughed again and cupped the side of your face in his hand, “yes it is sweetheart.” “oh…” quickly changing the subject he pulled you back down into his chest. ‘Why were you out in the forest so late little one?” “i got lost” you said, now remembering what happened the previous night. “Why did you save me?” san looked at you again, he looked sad but there was a hint of softness in his eyes. “Because you were dying, i couldnt leave you there.” you sat there in silence for a minute or two, then you spoke up “why?” still looking down at you san opened his mouth then closed it again, probably thinking about what he wanted to say. after a moment he spoke softley, “because you were to precious to leave out there, from the day you stepped foot in this forest i kept an eye on you and when you got hurt i had to do something.”

“hes been watching me” you thought, usually youd be creeped out by something like this but for some reason right now you werent. “Im sorry” he whispered looking away from you, he seemed more upest with himself for having done so than for telling you what he did. You sat there for second before speaking “it’s ok.” he turned his head to face, he looked surprised at your response. “but i watched you without you knowing.” “i know, but something in me tells me too trust you.” san looked even more surprised than before, but only for a second, just as quickly as he’d reacted surprised his expression changed to relife. “Thank god, i was worried you would be scared.” he pulled you into a hug, his body was warm and soft, it felt like he could completely wrap around you like a blanket, it was comforting, safe. “Why did you watch me though” you heard yourself say, again san hesitated than said “i wanted to protect you.” this phrase cemented your feeling of safety, he was almost like a guardian angel, but a werewolf. “you’re so small and fragile, everything about you, i felt the need to protect you.” san spoke under his breath. a weird feeling filled your abdomen, butterflies maybe? You felt your cheeks flush, your ears were warming up. embarrassed you pulled the blanket up to your nose, trying to cover your quickly redning face. “Are you hungry” san asked. he placed you on the ground and proceeded too stand up. You’d forgotten just how tall he was. “yes” “ok i’ll make you some food.” 

The sun was setting now, the warm orange the sun painted the walls of the cave with was quickly disappearing. The small fire and a few candles scattered around the cave were the only sources of consistent light. You had a bowl of soup in your hands, the wooden bowl it was in was warm, keeping the cold from nipping at your fingers. san sat opposite of you across the fire, watching you eat. He sat there intently, his head tilted slightly. “Is the soup ok?” you nodded, your mouth too full to speak. “Good, im glad.” he got up and walked over to you. sitting down beside you, he crossed his legs and put his weight on his hand which were stretched out behind him. this pose was kind of cocky but not in a bad way, it was kind of hot you thought. You finished your soup and put the bowl down. “how are you not cold?” san smiled, being a werewolf has its perks.” you smiled back. “Its getting late,” he said standing up and looking out the cave entrance. by now the sun was all but gone, not a single ray of light was visible. “We should sleep,” san said walking over to a raised part of the cave, the spot where you had woken up on. “You can sleep here like last night.” “where will you sleep?” “on the ground.” “but it's hard and cold.” “i know but ill manage.” reluctantly you crawled onto the “bed’ made of moss and cedar, pulling the two blankets you had over your body as you did so. 

the minutes passed. 15, 30, an hour. you couldn't tell, sleeping at this point was completely out of the question. It was too cold and your thoughts were racing. what are my friends thinking? are they worried? do they think im dead? yeah, you definitely weren't sleeping tonight. you rolled over to see san fast asleep on the ground close to the dwindling fire. he looked so cute… and warm. “i can't wake him up,” you thought “that isn't fair to him.” but the cold, and your mind, you couldn't sleep. With a lot of hesitation, you stood up and walked over to san as quietly as you could. kneeling down you gave him a poke on the shoulder, he groaned and rolled onto his side. you poked him again, this time getting the reaction you wanted. “what is it sweetheart?” he uttered rubbing his eyes. “i can't sleep… can you maybe…” “do you want me to come to sleep with you?” he asked. you nodded your head sheepishly. san stood up taking your hand. the two of you made your way back to the “bed” with what little light the smoldering ashes were giving off. 

“lay down,” he said. you did as you were told. san then lay down right next to you. you subconsciously snuggled into his chest, facing him. you felt his arms wrap around your waist, the sensation made you gasp a little. you were tiny compared to him, he was like a shield protecting you from the cold. looking down san whispered “awwww? did you like it when i wrapped my arms around your waist?” he wasn't hiding the amusement in his voice. embarrassing. as quietly as you could you whimpered “yes” into his chest hoping he didn't hear you. he did, he pulled you closer to his body and tightened his grip on your waist. what was happening? oh my god! the racing thoughts from earlier were completely replaced with lust now. was him grabbing your waist really that intoxicating? “what’s wrong?” san whispered, very close to your ear. his breath brushed your skin making you tense up. “is someone… enjoying themselves?” “FUCK, am i hard? this is so embarrassing” somehow you hadn't notice yourself getting hard the entire time he was beside you. you pulled your lower-half away from his thigh trying, no praying he hadn't noticed. you were wrong once again. one of his large hands reached down to your butt and pushed your hips back to where they were before. he 100% noticed. His hand slowly started to grope you, the sensation sending shivers up your spine. “how adorable, look at how cute my good boy is being.” you melted, completely. good boy? He was driving you crazy. san whispered again “do you need help with that?” you nodded. your face was hot, red hot. You'd never felt like this before, so vulnerable and open to him yet so safe. “be a good boy and grind against my thigh for me, ok?” he cooed. you did as he asked, slowly moving your hips, pushing your hard dick into his thigh. “good boy” he muttered, planting a kiss on the top of your head. you kept grinding against his thigh. it felt so good, you'd never felt this good in your life. your dick was starting to leak covering both his thigh and your pants in precum. every time you pushed against him, a wave of electricity surged through your little body. You started shaking, not from the cold though, the feeling that was spreading out from your dick to the rest of your body was overwhelming. “keep going my little prince” san whispered in your ear, he was clearly enjoying seeing you fall apart beside him. seeing you like this made him feel amazing. he was making you like this, a pathetic needy mess doing your best to get off on his thigh. you kept your pace against his thigh it getting harder to hold it in with every stroke you made. whimpers that you tried to conceal were now escaping your lips. “puppy” san whispered, he said it like you were a cute little animal. one last stroke and you were sent over the edge, cum spilling out of your cock like a river. never in your life have you come this much. san held you close through your high, giving you praise the whole time. you were a sticky dizzy mess, cum soaked and numb. all you could do was lay there shaking, still not completely over the overstimulation. san sat up, and took your cum soaked pants off, “here wear this” he spoke softly, like an angel. he helped you put on a pair of oversized pants. he then laid down beside you pulling you on top of him. “You did so good puppy,” san said petting your head. he planted a kiss on your forehead, continuing to brush your hair with his hand until you fell asleep. 

[ part 2. coming soon :) ]

sannirio©

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Mayorally Duties (Regina Mills x reader)

Kinkmas Day 1: strap-on + office sex

A/N: day one of kinkmas! Hope y'all enjoy

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, bottom reader, top Regina, slight praise kink

When you'd first arrived at Regina's office earlier that day, it was simply to give her a quick visit. How you found yourself propped up against her desk getting fucked by her as she leaned overtop of you, you had no idea.

"Shh," Regina shushed after you let out a particularly loud moan. "You need to be quiet, or else we'll get caught."

You nodded your head, too lost in the moment to speak. You gripped onto her shoulders as she quickly thrusted in and out of you, taking your breath away.

Her hands were grabbing onto your hips, and you knew you'd have bruises from it the next day. You felt the strap-on vibrate inside you as she pressed herself closer, almost grinding herself against you.

"Such a good baby," she praised. "So good for me."

You felt your face flush, causing your eyes to drift to the ceiling.

"Ah, ah," she reprimanded. "Keep your eyes on me." She grabbed your chin gently but firmly, forcing you to look into her eyes.

Her gaze felt intense, tempting you to close them, but you ultimately decided against it.

"Good baby," she whispered before pressing a brief kiss to your lips.

You leaned your head upward, trying to capture another kiss, but she pushed you back.

"I don't think so." She smirked upon seeing the look of disappointment on your face.

"But- I wanna another kiss," you pouted.

She hummed in acknowledgment. "Maybe later. For now-" she pushed you back until you were laying flat on the desk, "-we're going to see just how hard you can make me cum."

Regina resituated the fake cock between you so she could get closer, her chest nearly touching yours. You could feel her nails scratch you as she firmly grabbed onto your shoulders, but you were too dumb fucked to care.

She kept a steady pace, slow enough to feel agonizingly painful but fast enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes curl.

"Oh, my God," you let out your loudest moan yet as you felt the strap pound into you at the perfect angle.

Her thrusts became quicker, but they were also a lot more sloppy, indicating she was just as close as you were.

"Are you gonna cum, baby?" She asked, her hand lightly brushing against your cheek.

"Mm hm." You could barely speak at this point, your head in such a daze from all the attention you were receiving.

"Cum with me, okay?"

You didn't even get the chance to answer before you felt your body convulse with pleasure, and you could tell by the way Regina bit down on her fist to keep herself quiet that she was feeling something similar.

Her hands rested on your shoulders while she tried to catch her breath.

"I think I'm going to have to start visiting you at work more often," you commented, drawing a laugh from the gorgeous woman laying on top of you.

"Yeah, I think so, too," she agreed, leaning down to give you a kiss.

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[iceman-soup]

amab masc!reader x bot!price

Sure, he's your superior, but if Price gets you that hard whenever he calls you "sir," then who are you to deny him some role reversal?

And yeah, maybe you both realised it was a thing by accident, when he sarcastically said "yes, sir," just to be a little bitch, but the way you blushed and had to adjust your trousers certainly didn't go unnoticed, and it's not really his fault that he had to call you into his office later anyway. I mean, he could've avoided teasing you, calling you "sir" even then, but what's the fun in that?

Especially when it ended up with him pressed against the wall, one hand over his mouth to muffle his moans as you fuck him senseless, leaving hickeys high enough on his neck to be visible whatever he's wearing, pulling his hand away to hear his cute little begs and whimpers as he wanks himself off as best he can whilst you pound into him.

Breathing heavy when he calls you "captain," even though you're nowhere near that rank. His hole clenching around your dick, milking your cum from it and making him fall into you when you loosen your grip on him. Whining that he's not cum yet, pouting when you take his hands and pin them up against the wall again.

"Please, Captain, sir," he sobs, hips bucking against nothing, desperate for friction. When you reach a hand down, light touches to his cock to tease him, he cries out a far too loud "please," forcing you to shut him up with your mouth, sharing kisses as you move your hand up and down til he cums all over it, his teeth biting your lip as he moans out a final "sir," whimpering and leaning into you tiredly.

[donghoonie-3]

I love your work so much! <3

Since Hoonie was extra beautiful during Circle charts and even presented an award, can i get male idol reader catching him after it and rewarding him for how well he did?

awwh thank you so much anonie 🥺💖. This is my first mlm request hehe <3. He really did look extra beautiful <3 I hope you like this!! And also I am so sorry for the long wait!! I lacked motivation to write but I'm slowly getting it back hehe (hope I didn't just jinx myself 💀).

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Warnings: MINORS DNI !!! sub!sunghoon, dom!amab!reader, bottom!sunghoon, top!amab!reader, praising, marking, reader cums inside sunghoon, this isn't proof read, let me know if I missed anything!!

"fuck sunghoon you looked so good on that stage tonight" you mumbled against his neck, kissing him in between your sentence.

The concert has ended not too long ago. Your boyfriend looked extra good today, especially when he wore that suit...God you just wanted to rip it off him and show him how good he did.

So after the show has ended you met him at his changing room. You were too impatient to wait until yous have gotten home, plus there were for a fact fans waiting for the both of you and as much as you loved them, you wanted to only be with Sunghoon right now.

"mnghh~" Sunghoon whimpered when you gave attention to the sensitive spot on his neck, giving him a love bite under his jawline meanwhile your hands moved up to undo his buttoned up shirt.

"so good" you praised, pulling away from the new love bite you've left just to give him another one somewhere else on his delicate neck.

Once you got rid of his shirt your hands moved to touch his bare waist making your boyfriend flinch at the sudden touch. The feeling of your cold hands against his hot skin and the feeling of you sucking and slightly biting at his neck has him bucking his hips up as little whimpers escape his throat, desperate for some sort of friction.

"You're so needy hoonie~" you laugh, teasing him for how desperate he is. "It's not my fault" he says with his head thrown back. "Yeah? Who's fault is it then?" You ask as your hand moves from his waist to to his still clothed dick, palming him over the grown tent.

"ahh- yours" he moans out. "My fault?" You palm his a but harder to draw out moans from him which you succeed at. "mhm, you always make me feel so good, how could I not need you?" A bit of courage in his voice is shown as he answers you. "Fair point".

You stop palming him to undress him and yourself. "So good for me" you kiss his neck. "Turn around for me baby" he does as you tell him. You wet your fingers as best as you can since you don't have any lube and you don't want to hurt him.

"I already stretched myself" he says just before you can continue you actions. "Oh? Did you plan on doing this baby?" You ask, you move your wet fingers to your dick instead to get it wet, once again, to not not hurt your boyfriend. "mm you can say so, now quickly put it in already!".

You start to enter him and he grips the table in front of him. "So warm. So good" you say under your breath as you easily slip in. "My pretty baby" you start praising him. Your hands go to his hips and you start to thrust into him.

"did so good tonight, you know" you kiss his cheek, slowly picking it the pace. "You looked extra good today too, especially in that suit" you bite his neck and suck in hickeys again.

The noise of skin slapping, sucking noises and Sunghoons moans fill in the room. Good thing the room is sound proof.

"My good boy, yeah? Only mine." He turns his head to meet your eyes "only yours yn" he moans out. His eyes move to look down at your lips which you notice, you take this as a sign to kiss him. Your lips interlocking with his soft ones, you bite at his bottom lip causing him to whine. God you love how he sounds. You enter your tongue and explore his mouth with it.

"yn, feels so good" he moans out, almost collapsing on the table when you start fucking him harder. "So fcking good for me hoon, so good" your grip on his hips get tighter, almost bruising. Sunghoon is sure that you'll leave marks there and he's loving the thought of it.

He wants to be marked up by you in every way possible, whether its leaving bite marks, hickeys, bruises from tight grips or even being slapped or spanked. He loves it all, it makes him feel like you own him, and you do, he's yours and you're his.

Your thrusts never slowing down, only speeding up. You moved one hand to his pretty dick and jerk him off, helping him reach his high as you can feel yours building up.

You both pull away for air. "So- ahh good" Sunghoon moans out, his head hung low as he let's out pretty moans.

"You're perfect for me baby" you kiss his shoulder. He let's out a loud high pitched moan and that shows that you've found his sweet spot. "Right there" he whines.

"Gonna cum for me hoon?" He nods fast, he's really close. Your hand moves faster and so do your thrusts. Fucking him nice and deep.

With one loud moan of his he cums all over the table and your hand, you don't stop though. "fuck! Yn" his whole body collapses on the table as you continue to fuck him, chasing your orgasm.

"Just a bit more, okay? I'm close" one hand soothing his side and the other on his waist, keeping a good grip on him. His body jolts with every thrust of yours.

The overstimulation is so much and he loves it. Tears starting to fall down his soft cheeks from the pleasure. "please" he doesn't even know what he's asking for.

"where do you want me to cum?" You slowly down before it's too late. "Inside, please" he says desperately which you find cute. "Okay love" you pick up the pace again and cum in him, letting out a groan of your own when you do.

After staying inside him for a couple of seconds you eventually pull out. You watch as your cums flows out of him along his pretty thighs. "You look so pretty, oh my god" you nearly moan from the sight.

"Ughh it feels so sticky" of course the clean freak he is he whines about it, you chuckle at his cute reaction. "Okay, I'll get you cleaned up now" you say while still laughing a bit.

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