#and the rapid thigh rubbing IS ONLY NOW HAPPENING

[rafeandonlyrafe]

little black dress

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dom!rafe, fingering, clit rubbing, sub space? (not officially said but its kinda implied), mentions of safe words, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, kinda forced orgasms, established relationship, mentions of readers body changing since high school

rafe knows he should care about the pouty look on your face, your complaints, but he's too distracted by your breasts spilling out of the top of your dress.

“i can't believe it doesn't fit anymore.” you whine, spinning in the mirror to realize that the dress is too short as well as tight, your bum peeking out from underneath them hem of the black fabric.

“i love it.” rafe says, moving to stand directly behind you, his hands on your waist, the material hugging your body like a second skin.

“rafe, there is no way i could wear this in public, my boob is gonna pop out if i move at all.” you sigh. you had good memories in this dress in high school, but you've grown a few inches, and filled out in places which causes it to look more like a tube top then a dress.

“don't wear it in public, wear it for me baby.” rafe says, eyes greedily raking over your exposed skin.

“you just like when i dress slutty.” you say, turning to face rafe.

“only for me.” rafe says, and you roll your eyes, placing your hands on your hips.

“rafe, what am i gonna wear to the party now? i planned everything around this dress.” you whine, sticking your bottom lip out. your black shoes and purse were brought to perfectly match, even selecting jewelry with black stones.

“fuck the party.” rafe says, burying his head in your shoulder, his hands moving to rub over your hips, waist and stomach.

usually you'd push back against rafe wanting to stay home. you like to party and see your friends, and you know he does too, he just gets too distracted when you get all dressed up, but you really are sad that the dress doesn't fit anymore so you concede and nod your head. “fuck the party.”

it doesn't take long for rafe to have your back on the bed, the dress still on but now pulled out to let your tits free and shoved up so it's just around your stomach, rafe pushing his fingers into your cunt.

“fuck me already.” you whine, feeling another orgasm working it's way to the surface.

“not until you cum again for me, pretty girl.” rafe says, his thumb moving to rub at your clit, massaging the sensitive bud.

“can't.” you complain. “want your cock.”

“you have to if you really want me, baby.” rafe warns.

you slot your eyes closed, concentrating on his thumb against your clit, the way your cunt expands for him as his fingers shove inside of you, thrusting at a rapid pace.

“oh, oh!” you squeal, feeling the sensation before it actually happens as you begin to squirt, rafe continuing to move his fingers through your wetness as sloshing sounds ring out.

“oh my god, stop!” you beg, noting the wet spot that has now formed from your pleasure.

“cum.” rafe commands. it's a simple but powerful one word as your body responds to his demands, back arching off the bed as you cum again, loud moans of your boyfriend's name escaping your lips.

“shit.” you whine out. “i made a huge mess.”

“it was hot as hell.” rafe smirks, wiping his thighs of the wetness. “want you to do that around my dick.”

“i don't know if i can.” you pout, your lower lip sticking out as rafe leans forward and kisses your forehead, ignoring the sheen of sweat on it.

“you'll just have to deal with me fucking you until you do then.” rafe stands up off the bed and undresses the rest of the way. you already tore his shirt off when he first started making out with you, but he's been hard and pushing against the zipper of his shorts, too focused on getting you off to give himself some relief. 

“rafey.” you pout as he climbs back onto the bed, kneeling on the bed between your spread out thighs.

“you're fine.” he hums, raising a single eyebrow. “unless you're using your safe word.”

“n-no.” you shake your head. you haven't used it yet, and you're determined not to unless you really have to.

“alright.” rafe smiles. “my good girl.”

rafe strokes his cock while looking between your thighs, your pussy spread open and waiting for him.

he lays himself over top of you, pressing into your chest, feeling the way your boobs squish between your bodies.

“such a perfect body.” rafe pushes his hips forward, sliding his cock against your sloppy folds.

you let out a whine, causing rafe to quickly recapture your lips. “you're perfect. so beautiful, baby.”

“okay.” you whisper, knowing you need to agree with rafe otherwise he won't drop it.

“i love you, and im about to really show you.” rafe pushes his cock inside of you in one quick sweep.

you must have zoned out for a second, lost in pleasure. rafe taps your cheek, your eyes blinking rapidly.

“unghhh-”

“you okay, angel?”

“fuck me. fuck me. fuck me, please.” you spew rapidly, feeling the need growing in your stomach and moving down to your pussy.

rafe hesitates for a moment before continuing, keeping his eyes on your face as he slowly builds up pace.

“i said fuck me rafey, please baby. hard.” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, holding him tight.

“mmkay.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to your lips before repositioning himself, straightening out and pulling your hips up, holding you at the perfect height to thrust into you.

at your request, rafe doesn't hold back, pulling you to meet him as he bounces you on his cock.

“god!” you scream out, already feeling oversensitive from the multiple orgasms, but you need to have rafe in this way.

“you're so wet.” rafe grunts.

you can't form words to talk as rafe uses you, eyes closing as you try to bring that feeling back, that building in your stomach.

“so tight.”

you reach down, grabbing his hands that are gripping into your hips, sure to leave purple bruises in the morning that will show around your bikini bottoms and tell everyone at the beach what activities you were getting up to.

“so warm.” 

rafes praise has your mind floating, planting your feet in the bed as you lift your hips, causing rafe to hit a familiar spot inside of you.

“shit! keep going!” you moan. “i-im gonna squirt again!”

it's all rafe needs to hear to continue at that angle, wanting to feel what it's like to have you gushing around him.

he forces his movements as fast as he can, pressing as deep into your pussy as he possibly can until he feels the pressure building up, keeping his cock against your sweet spot while his thumb rubs over your clit.

his eyes widen, a smile spreading over his face as you squirt, soaking his abs and dripping down his torso and thighs.

“shit baby, i-” rafe groans, not even meaning to cum as his cock explodes, warmth spreading inside of you from the sudden wetness and way your cunt clamps down on his length.

“fuck.” rafes head tips back and your eyes open wide, a halo of light around his head illuminating him, defined muscles toned and shining from his exertion as his chest rises and falls in deep pants.

“i-” you whine. “i need a break. i can't cum again.”

“don't worry, princess.” rafe pulls out carefully, setting your hips down on the bed, knowing he'll have to take care of the wet spot as your entire body slackens. “you did so good for me.”

despite your blissed out, exhausted state, rafe still manages to make you blush.

“how about i just carry you to the guest room and we sleep in there?” rafe offers. “the mess can be dealt with in the morning.”

“mhm.” you nod, before letting out a yawn. “sounds good.”

rafe picks you up carefully, cradling you into his side. “need to make a stop at the bathroom first.” he carries you into your master bath and sets you on the plush chair that you do your makeup in, adding another thing to your list of what needs to be cleaned as he moves to the sink, wetting a washrag before carefully dragging it over every part of your body and assisting you in taking your dress the rest of the way off.

“i love you so much, baby.” he hums out, again picking you up to carry you to the guest bedroom, barely moving away to situate the both of you under the covers.

“that was… something else.” you giggle. “i don't know where i even was.”

“you're okay though?” rafe knows you would have used your safe word if you weren't, but he needs to hear confirmation after.

“yes. i loved it. thank you.” your head is rested against rafes chest, and you don't have the energy to pick your head up and kiss his lips, so you settle for a press of your lips against his pecs.

“thank you.” rafe says, squeezing you tight to him. “for letting me do that and for being the most perfect girl in the world.”

[inkedells]

I have a request if you’re looking for one! Your innocent reader with the plushies has my mind SPINNING. How about Joel making her squirt for the first time? I can just imagine the reader getting all anxious about the sensation she’s feeling and Joel realizing she’s about to squirt. I know he’d talk her through it so good 🥵😩

oh. em. ef. gee. thank you for absolutely blessing me with this request

A/N: sequel to my dbf!joel fic featuring plushies, and now squirting (things get absolutely filthy so consider this your content warning for a joel who's so absolutely obsessed with reader squirting). read the first part to this AU here, but this can also be read as a standalone!

words: ~700

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mdni! | requests open but responses not guaranteed.

Joel sat naked, propped up against your plushies just as you were the other night, his legs splayed out in front of him to make room for you. With the back of your head resting on his chest and your legs intertwining with his, he was rhythmically rubbing your clit as his hard cock subtly grinded against your back.

“You like it when I play with you like this, cupcake?”

Your head thrashing, your hands reached up behind you to find his face and bring it down for you to kiss him. The angle was difficult, but the way it forced the kiss to be nothing more than a sloppy clash of your mouths only made it hotter.

“Wore these stockings just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as Joel’s free hand caressed the lace that hugged your thigh.

“You’re my fuckin’ toy,” Joel rasped, stretching the fabric until it snapped back against your sensitive skin and pulled a whine out of you, “Say it. Say, ‘I'm your toy, Joel.’”

“I’m—fuck—I’m your… I'm your toy.” As Joel continued to rub your swollen clit, an urge began to creep up on you, something you didn’t know how to explain—but you blurted out what you thought it was despite the embarrassment of it all.

“I think I have to pee... oh god.”

Immediately, Joel knew you were about to squirt. But he said nothing, instead playing with you even more strategically.

“Joel, seriously, I’m,” a shaky whine when he let the fingers of the hand which was previously caressing your leg, slip inside your pussy, “I’m not lying, please.”

He didn’t say a word for a few seconds, seemingly contemplating something. “Touch yourself.”

“W-What, no, I have to…” You cut yourself off and began to push Joel’s hand away from you in an effort to get up and address what you believed to be “the issue” between your legs. 

Joel immediately pulled you back against him. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Tears prickling your eyes, you blinked them away before nodding and forcing your tense muscles to relax.

"What are you?"

"I'm your--I'm your good girl."

"Then do what I say. Touch yourself, little girl, let me show you what it's like to fuck my face 'till you're dumb."

Whimpering, you shakily began rubbing circles on your clit. You felt extremely overstimulated, to the point where your legs were vibrating with it. With rapid breaths, you felt Joel slip out from beneath you and place himself with his face between your legs.

His eyes never left yours as he gripped your wrist and pulled your hand away from your pussy before licking a slow, long stripe along your seam. A few more licks, and his fingers were back on your clit, this time moving back and forth rapidly as his own hips fucked your sheets. The tingling feeling only grew more intense, forcing your pent-up energy to manifest into actions, actions like your hands flying to his hair, pulling on it with fervor, your convulsing torso, and the opening and closing motions of your trembling legs.

Joel saw all these signs and took it as his signal to give you your final instruction before he stuck out his tongue.

“In my mouth, fuck, please. Put it in my mouth.”

You didn’t understand what he meant until it was happening.

With your feet planted flat on the bed and your hands shooting to clutch your plushies, your entire body shook with it as clear liquid gushed out of you in pulses, splashing Joel’s tongue and soaking the bottom half of his face. It felt extraordinary, like nothing you had ever felt before, and you knew the pleasure of it all was intensely heightened by Joel’s receptiveness to it; the way he moaned as he drank you down and continued playing with your pussy, eagerly grinding his cock against the mattress, mumbling praises when he could, telling you how good you tasted and returning to finger fucking you in an effort to coax even more out of you.

“Beautiful, god, so beautiful, I need more,” Joel pressured, groaning in frustration when the stream stopped. “F-Fucking give me—give me more.” His mouth closed around your clit and began to suck. As if sensing that you were about to protest his ministrations, he swatted your inner thigh and rasped out in a voice hoarse from arousal, “I’m not stopping until you give me what I want, sweetheart.”

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[bigwishes]

Whoops!

Joey rubbed his skinny mid section and moaned as he heard his stomach grumble angrily.

"uuuuuuuughhhhh wh- what is happening to me!!"

Joey's stomach groaned loudly and he heard the churning inside. His stomach became painfully tight and he was so uncomfortable he had to sit down. His breathing became rapid and it couldn't help but moan from the pain.

Suddenly Joey felt his skinny arms expanding, he looked down and watched as his bicep slowly blew up like something out of a cartoon. He laughed in between his strained moans as he watched his chest fill out, his triceps hard and his legs thicken into strong tree trunks.

He tried to flex and enjoy the new size but the pain in his stomach got worse, he lifted his shirt to see the skinny stomach he had was now becoming hard as abs took shape. He let out a excited laugh which was cut short by his stomach loudly gurgling.

Joey let out another moan hoping it would stop soon when he noticed something. The definition of his new muscles on his massive thighs was slowly fading away as his legs continued to swell. He looked at his arms and saw his tricep and bicep slowly melting together as all definition was going away as it swells up evern larger. The big thick muscled pecs he had inflated a few inches bigger and sagged slightly, still a solid muscle but they looked a bit fluffy.

Joey grabbed the small black plastic bottle he had just chugged. He read the front again "Bear Tonic: INSTANT MUSCLE GROWTH" was written across in big bright letters. He turned the bottle gritting his teeth as his stomach grumbled loudly again. "DISCLAIMER: BEAR TONIC (trademark TheTransformationCompany) ensures you transform instantly into the young muscle bear if your dreams. Expect mostly muscle gain however this formula is designed to remove definition and create a slim layer of fat for the extra bulky look. 1 bottle = 2 serves"

Suddenly Joey dropped the empty bottle on the ground as he felt his stomach tremble, he watched as his newly defined abs slowly started to become less and less defined and his stomach stuck out slightly. FWOOP!! Joey's gut suddenly stuck out, almost trippling in size. He grabbed his newly formed bulk as it filled out both his hands

"Wh!-WHAT!! NO NO, THIS ISN'T WHAT I WANTED"

The pain had faded but his stomach still bubbled and churned as it desperatly tried to process the double serving he had accidentally drunk. His gut sounded like a water cooler rapidly emptying when all of a sudden,

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Joey's face turned bight red as he belched, followed by another and another. The desperate grabbing has he tried to stuff his new off season gut stopped as he started rubbing it trying to ease the worst bloat he had ever experienced.

He tried to do anything else other than moan in discomfort and belch but the only other thing he could manage to do was think how he should read the entire label next time.

BUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!!!!!

[midnightmoonkiss]

Sweetly Obsessed

Soft Dom! Hinata Shoyo x Fem! Reader

Summary: Tanned skin and a boyish charm draws you in at a party, his touch is sweet and his scent intoxicating. Taking things slow is hard, but Shoyo would do anything to feel you again.

Category: Smut! 18+ Only - Minors DNI

WARNINGS!: bathroom fingering, squirting, male masturbation

Word Count: 3.5k+

A/N: havent written in a hot minute so its a bit messy LMAO

Just To Clarify:

This is mixed in with Yuri!! On Ice LOL

reader doesn’t have much experience

I have no idea if parties like this even happen but for the sake of this fic they do tyty

Parties were never your scene.

The obnoxiously loud music blasting throughout the rooms and halls, vibrating the walls and floors of whatever venue or home it was held in always gave you a headache the moment you stepped through the entrance.

No matter how many parties or gatherings you attend, you never get used to it - tylenol being your best friend at these functions your pro athlete pal drags you to.

Seeing pros from all across Japan at these large functions drinking heavily was always an experience. You never really watched much sports, so you never recognized any of them.

Most of them were cocky and annoying from just winning in whatever sport they were from, or overly pushy and flirty, to which the socially anxious Yuri would have to whisk you away from them.

It was uncomfortable.

Supporting your friend meant everything, and most of the time it wasn't so bad. So, you'd usually stay by his side until the figure skater decided that he had had enough socializing with fellow Japan sport representatives and wanted to retire for the night.

The free expensive food was always a plus, of course.

However, this party was different.

A new athlete was on the scene, and his boyish charisma had you like putty in his hands the second he flashed smile at you.

You could feel his smile even now against the skin of your sweaty, hickey covered neck. The once deafening music now just a distant thrum bouncing around the metal stalls of the bathroom you hid away in, the boom of the stereo matching with the rapid beat of your heart as your mind clouded with the unfamiliar sweet, sticky haze of desire.

He was magnetic, electric almost, and instantly pulled you in the second he introduced himself bashfully to you,

“Hey there, my name is…”

“S-Shoyo..!” You gasped his name, two tanned and calloused fingers knuckle deep in your soaking pussy, messy arousal dribbling down his wrist and your spread thighs to the clean tile floor as his fingers thrusted in and out. You swear he was matching his pace to the song that played, Scream by Usher you think it is..?

It's hard to think right now as he pressed yet another searing kiss behind your ear, whispering in a teasing tone, “You're so tight and wet, sweetheart. Havent been touched like this in a while, hmm?”

His deep hum tickled your prickly skin, and you could only whimper pathetically, hips desperately grinding down on his digits as you lost yourself in his addicting scent. Sunscreen, icy hot, sweat, and something smelling of mahogany and cinnamon, strangely comforting.

Your mind soon succumbed to the fog he created as the rough pad of his thumb took to rubbing circles at your throbbing, attention starved clit as he added a third finger, deliciously stretching you even more.

You felt so full, your own fingers never being able to be compared to that of a man like him, that of an athlete who used his hands every day. Someone who practiced finger strength religiously and now used them in a silent yet lewd prayer of twisted desire as if you were some god he needed to worship.

It was as if your heart was in your throat, and you could feel his own pounding against his thick and steady chest as he pressed you closer to him while he leaned against the stall door. That tan, thick and muscular thigh of his coming between your own as his foot rested up on the toilet seat to spread yours more and graciously give you a chance to get off your unsteady feet.

Now you hung helplessly in the air as he expertly played with your pussy as if you were a doll, pressing all your right buttons and rubbing against you in places that made you mewl - you had no time to feel embarrassed when he was making you feel so good.

The salacious noises spewing from your spit slicked lips, as well as the consistent shlick shlick shlick of your tight, creamy walls sucking and gushing around his fingers was like music to the volleyball players burning ears.

He felt as though he had died and ascended to heaven, adrenaline keeping him unbelievably warm.

Hinata Shoyo had never felt this way with any of the few girls he had met and seduced before, he had never felt so hyper aware yet fuzzy around the edges. The confidence he had gained over the years wavered when he first saw you.. and now.. carnal desire nipped at the primal side of his brain, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.

He wanted to devour you, consume everything you had to offer him. Shoyo was already so helplessly addicted. Obsessed.

“M-my stomach…! I feel… I feel weird!..! Hnngh! aa..aa.!”

You couldn’t help but cry out, the unfamiliar tingling making you nervous, but you were too lost in the onslaught of pleasure to truly pay it any mind. Your body itched to run away from his touch, and subconsciously it did, but he would just hold you tighter and fuck you with his fingers faster, only making your toes curl in your heels.

“Yeah?” He chuckled breathlessly as your nails dug into his tan forearms, core tightening deliciously around him. Oh, how he wished he had you bent over right now, such a sweet little thing for him. He was blessed by all the gods, surely, for getting the chance to see an angel like you writhe in pleasure against his sturdy body.

“Just hold on to me, I've got you.. shh..shh..”

Shoyo was always a talkative person, and he couldn't help but talk to you even now. A true chatterbox full of nerves and energy no matter what.

He wanted to hear your fragile voice as he drove you insane, he needed to hear you break. The subtle changes in your gasps and whines and he moved his fingers a certain way, scissoring inside you, mapping out the inside of your addictive cunt. He needed you to get addicted to him. To want more, to come back to him so he can claim you as his.

Gods, does he need that.

The man couldn’t help but grind his clothed erection against your ass, already so close, pre cum no doubt staining his boxers, his heavy breath in your ear as he whimpers.

Glossed over honey brown eyes meet your own, pupils blown wide as he grinned cheekily at you.

His strong fingers abuse that spongey spot inside of you, and the consistent swirling of his thumb just how you liked to be touched paired with how he humped you desperately.. it was all too much.

Tears poured from your eyes as you choked on a gasp. The burning hot coil inside your stomach suddenly snapped aggressively, back arching as you moaned his name loudly over the music - suddenly thrown sky high as stars burst in your vision. A strange tingling feeling gushing between your thighs as you sobbed for him, twitching uncontrollably. It was the most intensive feeling you’ve ever felt, all caused by a stranger.

And here Shoyo is, experiencing the same orgasmic euphoria from watching your body twist and convulse aggressively just from his digits being deep inside you, making you squirt all over his thigh and the floor.

Oh fuck.

The rest of the night was a blur after that, the alcohol you consumed and the pleasure you were fed making your mind numb.

He cleaned you up like a gentleman, and led you out of the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to stay by your side and keep you in his arms, only for Yuri to find you and take you home.

Despite knowing his name, neither of you thought about exchanging numbers. It felt like he was yours in that moment, as if you were connected on a psychic level, simply from his touch and intoxicating aura. That look in his eyes that drew you in in the first place. It felt like you were meant to be finger fucked by him.

Such a stupid fucking horny, alcohol induced thought that was!

Now here you are, the next day with a pounding headache and slight soreness between your thighs. Yet, you miss him and his touch. The dream you had of waking up next to him a sour reminder that he was just some guy you met at a party.

You werent like this, you never do this sort of thing.

All the embarassment that was pushed aside by lust came rushing forward as you squirmed in bed.

How were you supposed to know staring at his hands was going to lead you to getting touched by them? His hands were just… attractive…. and they were inside you…. God.

You bit your thumb, willing the thoughts away.

You’d never see him again, that was the grim reality.

A quick thing in the bathroom at a party.

And yet….. you cant help but think back to him licking his fingers into his mouth, maintaining searing hot eye contact with you that made you melt as he sucked your juices off of them with a smirk.

Stupid!

You could cry from all these overwhelming emotions.

What else were you to do except call your friend that dragged you home after?

“Yuuuriiii…” You sobbed dramatically on the phone, flinging an arm over your eyes.

“Is this about last night?” Ever the smart one.

“Yeaaa..”

“Oohhhh!” A russian accent came from the background, “What happened?!?! What happened?!?!”

“Viktor…” You sniffled, “A lot..”

“She ended up in a bathroom with that upcoming volleyball athlete for MSBY, Hinata.”

“Yuri!!”

“(Y/N)!!! Woah!!” Viktor exclaimed, you could practically hear the stars in his eyes, “Nice!”

“I am distraught!”

How did HE know who Shoyo was, anyways?

“She didn't get his number I bet,” Yuri presumes,

“No way!!” Viktor exclaims.

“YOU GUYS. If you’re gonna gossip about this the least you could do was gossip with me in the room.. eating your food.”

“Right, right, come over! We must talk about this!”

Viktors eagerness somehow calms you down, his enthusiasm and dramatics always made any situation a bit easier to handle.

It was funny when Yuri freaked out about Viktor to you, but oh how the tables finally turned you suppose.

Talking about it over breakfast with the two brought you back down to Earth. Reality was harsh sometimes. No matter how connected you thought you were to that warm man you felt at home with in some extravagant party’s bathroom, you'd likely never see him again.

That, of course, flew out the window when you checked your social media only to see his private account request to follow yours. You’d recognize that orange slightly curly hair anywhere. Bile built up in your throat and your nerves bit at you as if you were covered in angry fire ants.

Should you accept?? Did he…. search for you? To be honest, you werent that hard to find. Anyone who looked at Yuri’s professional account could easily find you by searching your name in his list of follows.

It was endearing.. how he no doubt did that to find you.

So he didn't view it as a mistake?? Heat of the moment? He wanted to talk to you again?

You nervously drank your coffee, thoughts going a million miles as second as your shakily stared at your phone screen.

“Woah!” Viktor exclaimed from behind, startling you.

“Is that him?!” Your phone was snatched from your hand as you helplessly sputtered.

“There! Now you follow eachother!! So cute!”

“What?? What did you do!!”

“I requested to follow him for you~ He accepted almost immediately!!! How cool! He must have been waiting, no?”

That russian little shit was grinning ear to ear as you furiously swiped for the phone he held out of reach.

“Viktor…” His husband's voice of reason chimed in, “Don’t meddle in (Y/N)’s love life..”

“She meddled in ours?”

“You ass, you did most of the meddling and you know it!” Having enough, you hit him with a couch pillow and snatched your phone back, possessively clutching it to your chest.

The familiar ding caught all three of your attentions.

“What’d he say!” The two boys exclaimed together.

“Uh, hi?”

You really never saw yourself seeing him again, but seeing him in the innocent light of day instead of the intoxicating allure of night…. you felt funny. Shameful, almost.

Having adult conversations sucked the life out of you.! And yet here you were babbling.

“I'm not the type of person to sleep around with someone, I.. I dont have fuck buddy friends.. and I don’t want one..”

You didn’t want him thinking you were someone he could booty call or whatever…

The conversation was awkward, and yet he had such a desperate look in his eyes, those honey brown doe eyes that look so intense clinging to every word you say.

The truth was, Shoyo didn't know where to go from how you started, he just knew he wanted you in his life. Whatever way it was, he needed you.

He'd so graciously take anything you offered him, friendship, or more.. Gods, did he want more.

It was as if you were a drug to him. He found himself being a nervous, fidgety school boy around you, sweat already sliding down his neck from talking to a girl he was crushing on.

Please, he thought to himself, please give him a chance!!! He’d do whatever it’d take!! He would!!

“I've never done anything like that night before…” He found you so cute, the way you blushed and fiddled with the drink he bought you.

He’d buy you anything, truthfully. Whats the point of having money if you dont use it trying to win over the girl of your dreams??

“I guess what I'm saying is, I want to be friends first.. is that okay-”

“Yes!!” He has an in!! “Yes! I wanna be your friend!”

He blatantly showed his eagerness and excitedness, basically jumping in his seat, and you swore you could see a tail wagging happily behind him.

Shaking it off, you took a deep breath, continuing.

“I'm not some awe-struck fan.. and I'm used to being friends with pro athletes so.. so dont uh, think you being a pro changes anything and I'm gonna fangirl over you.. Friendship is uhm!! Slowly built, you know?”

“Yes, I agree.” He anxiously chewed at his plump lower lip, “That makes me happy, I like being treated normally. I’m just a guy who really likes volleyball!!”

Though, he wouldnt mind if you watched his games and fangirled just a little bit… maybe theres time for that later.

You giggle at this, and his tanned cheeks heat up, a wobbly smile on his mouth.

“Well, you're just my normal friend, yeah?”

Licking his lips and swallowing thickly, he agrees, “Yeah!”

Truly, you were a mess. A mess who didn’t know how to handle friendships that start off the way yours did. It was… embarassing. You were an adult, sure, but you still knew what you wanted. You knew and yet, how did that night happen?

Whenever you're around him, you're reminded how.

Conversations always flow so smoothly, and his excitement about everything brings a bright light to your dull view on everyday life.

He face times you a lot, enjoying seeing your face in the morning whilst he eats breakfast after a run. Your adorable sleepy face makes his heart melt and yearn at the same time.

Oh, how patience can kill a man.

Shoyo wishes he could take you on a date, spend thousands of yen on you, take care of you like an adoring boyfriend would.

And oh, how his thoughts tend to drift when you smile at him.

It was the sweetest type of torture, he felt like a caged crow again with a juicy piece of fruit just outside the metal bars - barely out of reach.

Yet, he'd do anything you say.

It's only been a few months of knowing you, a blissful time where he chats with you every day as much as he can without trying to annoy you.

Shoyo is thoroughly obsessed.

A simple small town boy, a country bumpkin with a big heart.

He wants to devour you, claim you as his.

No, No, No. Patience sucks.

And yet, the orange haired man feels as though he could wait forever if it meant he had a chance to kiss you one more time.

One night with you and he was completely yours.. no, even before that. When you giggled at him as he shakily poured you a drink, oh it was highschool all over again for sure. What a dream you are.

Did you know?

He hopes you know.

He hopes you feel it too whenever he comes over and accompanies you out on errands, carrying your groceries or shopping bags. When he buys you dinner, and you fight him for the check. When he looks into your (e/c) eyes and you look back, do you see his soul that so desperately yearns to intertwine with yours?

What a silly, hopeless romantic he is.

He'll admit. He flexes his hands constantly around you because he knows it catches your attention and makes your thighs rub together. He knows, it's his greatest weapon. Oh, thank you years of playing volleyball for giving him this very unique gift to attract the person of his dreams!!!

He even started doing it subconsciously, to which Kageyama called him a hand freak and threw objects at him.

Hinata truly did adore being your friend, it filled his heart with joy. You were always so fun to be around, and having fun with you came as easy as breathing. Even if you just sat in silence together for hours.

However, that never stopped him from spreading his tan, muscular thighs while laying in bed after calling you. His calloused hand that you so adore, the one that was once deep inside of your gummy walls, pumping up and down his stiff, drooling cock.

Try as he might, it's impossible to imagine his hand as yours. Yours was so much smaller and softer..

He'd whine as his cock helplessly weeped, sniffling in his dark room as his imagination ran wild with flashing images of you, cumming pathetically as his hips humped into his hand.

Post nut clarity was brutal. He’d end up crying into the pillow he held close to him, pretending it was you. He wanted to hold you, cuddle with you, give you all of his love. It hurt.

Then, seeing you in person, like always, is a breath of fresh air. His wild, untamable thoughts simmer down and hes a calm and patient man once more. Your sweet Shoyo, your friend.

He prays you go crazy at night too.

And perhaps you just might, from the way you squirm while sitting beside him on the couch, his hand bravely resting on your warm thigh as he laughs at the movie playing on his wide screen TV.

His hand rubs up and down your thigh, and the way you subconsciously spread them draws him closer.

You're just so sweet for him, looking up at him through your lashes as the end credits roll, a pout on your lips that draws him in like a bee to a flower.

All too quickly his plush, slightly chapped lips that taste of vanilla are upon yours and you once again become putty in his sturdy hands.

The volleyball player is desperate as he kisses you, is this his chance?

Shoyo wants to give you all he has, his entire being, body and soul. The now bashful orange haired boy tries his best to convey it as his hands move to your hips, thumbs swirling in calming circles at the exposed soft skin, pulling you closer to him.

He wanted to worship you like a deity.

His kisses are dizzying, that familiar haze sparking in the back of your mind as he seamlessly maneuvers you into laying down on his couch. Him hovering over you, the muscles in his arms flexing.

“Shoyo..” You whisper, voice quiet and small, unsure.

“(Y/N)...” He whines, eyes pleading as he kisses you more, licking his way into your mouth, tongue caressing your own.

Whimpering into his mouth as he groans, his all too familiar cologne and scent intoxicating you the same way it did months ago when you first met.

You're surrounded by him, caged in by his larger body clad in a dorky t-shirt and black gym shorts and so, so warm. He was like a furnace.

You feel delirious as his thick thigh smoothly fits in between your legs, spreading them so he could fit inbetween them comfortably.

His lips lift from yours, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth as he goes. Kissing down your jawline to lick at your throat, teeth sinking into your skin at the sweet spot he remembers between your neck and shoulder.

You cant help but moan, a sound so sweet it makes his body twitch.

He needs you, oh does he need you.

And his lips are back onto yours, sucking on your tongue like a lollipop.

Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at his orange curly locks, making him moan into your mouth, dragging his body down. The need to feel him as close as possible to you overwhelming your senses.

“Shoyo..” You mummble against his buttery lips, and your eyelids flutter open just to see him staring at you with half lidded eyes, carnal lust swirling deep in his gaze.

His warm palms slide up from your hips, smoothly rubbing your sides, getting dangerously close to your chest.

His breathing is wild, panting like a dog as if he had been on the court for five whole sets, he so wishes to taste your sweet taste of victory on his tongue.

“Friends don’t..” He kisses you again, deepening it with every word you utter, “Friends.. don't act like this..”

“Don't they?” He'd say anything he could to get you to stay here with him, to feel you like he did that night. “I’m sure they do, I’m positive..”

“Do they?” You laugh breathlessly, butterflies in your stomach and he chuckles, “Yeah, they do.”

His lips swallow you whole, stealing your breath.

“Sweet girl,” He mumbles, pulling away.

Moving one arm up he grips your chin, thumb smoothing over your kiss swollen lips,

The ginger smiles sweetly at you, the sweetness barely reaching his eyes as he places two fingers on your lips, sliding them into your mouth and you shyly lick at them, unsure of what to do.

“Let me take care of you, please.”

You suck on his fingers as he pressed down on your tongue, nodding your head and he moans.

Soon, his fingers are back to where he fully believes they truly belong, shoved deep inside your velvety pussy as you call his name, creaming all over his hand and couch, head tucked into his sweaty neck.

Oh, his sweet angel.

He'll help you, and he won't stop after just one orgasm this time. He wants to see you break, just for him.

He's so completely yours, obsessed.

[californ1asnow]

Needy

Mike Schmidt x reader

blurb, smut without any satisfaction. MxF (F receiving). Thigh riding?? 18+

send in requests for anything similar

word count: 694

Mike Schmidt has a thing for making you flustered.

He’s not sure when or how it happened but all he knows is that he’s got to be careful whenever you’re both in public, in case things might get too out of hand.

Like right now.

It’s Halloween night and Abby is staying over with her friend, which meant you and Mike were able to go out and party. A rare occasion considering the fact that the two of you were always watching her.

You were invited by a mutual acquaintance and had convinced Mike the day before to come with you, beckoning him with a night off and free alcohol. What he didn’t realize was how revealing your outfit would be, and how turned on it would make him.

You’re wearing a black jumpsuit with a low cut V-neck, purple cape, and heels tall enough that accentuated the long curves of your legs. Your hips are robust in comparison to the tight suit, giving your figure a nice look. And by god is Mike all but crumbling at the sight of you.

Maybe it’s the outfit or maybe it’s all the alcohol he’s consumed, either way he doesn’t care, he knows he needs you tonight. Right now.

That’s how you’ve ended up flush against the wall of a random stranger’s bedroom. Hands digging aggressively into the flesh of your hips, his lips are pressed hot against yours. You grasp wildly at the buckle of his jeans, pleading for them to come off.

He mumbles into your ear about something unimportant, most likely suggesting the two of you should get home. A shaky breath escapes him after you pull his hips closer into your own.

“Can’t,” you whisper back, voice deep with lust, “I can’t wait until then.”

“Fuck it,” he says, voice stern. Hot, calloused hands travel down the length of your back, tracing the curve of your ass, before pulling you up and around his waist. Without breaking contact with your swollen lips, he moves to make his way to the nearby bed.

Your skin feels like it’s on fire with every touch he makes. The rapid rise and fall of your chest with each excited breath causes you to shiver. Mike’s lips trail down the side of your jaw, peppering wet, open mouthed kisses across your skin.

Your jumpsuit and his shirt sit forgotten together in a pile on the floor. Only your underwear and his jeans separating both bodies.

You grind your hips as deeply as you can against his clothed boner, enticing a moan out of the both of you. He’s attached to your neck, sucking hard enough to surely leave a dark bruise for the next day. The whimper that escapes your throat is breathy, a sign of how needy you are for his touch.

“Shh baby girl,” he hushes, “no one can know we’re in here.” He mumbles against your skin, a low groan following as he presses you further into his hips.

Your clothed folds rub sickeningly slowly against him, causing you to whine for more friction. Mike takes note of the needy sound, and strips you free from the fabric. His hands grab at the sides of your waist, gently rocking you to a steady rhythm against him.

The rigid feeling of denim against your sensitive clit is enough to drive you crazy. Your stomach twists with the budding sensation of your first orgasim. The pleasure starts to wrack your body, but before you’re able to fully relish in it someone knocks at the door.

Mike hurriedly, but gently, pushes you off of him and collects his shirt. You find a spot to hide and he opens the door, greeting the person standing behind it. He hopes the person is too intoxicated to notice the wet spot you left on his thigh from your near orgasim. They exchange a few words before Mike convinces them to leave, and soon he’s back by your side.

“‘M sorry princess,” he mumbles against your lips, “let me make it up to you.”

You’ll realize the next day how hoarse your voice would be from moaning his name all night.

[indigosunsetao3]

This one took a good amount of thinking...but I am happy with the result.

"Johnny!" You call as you stroll down the beach, a net bag in your hand jangling full of the things you had found on the shore. The ocean was far too cold for swimming this time of year but it never kept you from strolling down it at sunrise and sunset to see what you could find.

Soap jolts from his spot, disoriented as his hands scramble against the woven blanket. When had he fallen asleep? He glances around the area to figure out where he is before he remembers.

You had dragged him from the flat with a declaration that you needed fresh air. And maybe you could stop at the cafe on the way home for a pastry. Or the bookstore. Maybe even the antique shop. He had laughed at your growing list but joined you anyway, even if he felt a little off kilter.

Coming home after a long deployment always put him in a bit of a fog. His body coming out of the constant fight mode and learning to just relax again. It was always the same the first few days, exhaustion weighing heavy on him so he catnapped whenever the opportunity arose. Though passing out on the beach was a new one for him.

"Johnny," you call again, still down by the shore staring at him.

The sun is to your back, too bright to see your features as Soap pushes up. He can tell you're smiling though, tell by the tone in your voice and the way you have your head cocked to the side.

"Coming bonnie," Soap replies as he stands, his legs shaking a bit. He almost felt feverish, the cold of the ocean air going right down to his bones yet he was hot to the touch as he rubbed his eyes. Fuck if he was sick after being away so long he was going to be mad, he only had a few days home. Right? How long until his next job? How long had he even been home for?

--we need to get him to the evac.

Soap whipped around at the words. He recognized the voice but it sounded far away, as if it were coming to him from underwater. Maybe he really was sick. It would explain why he had passed out on the beach and now he was hearing Price in his head. His flashbacks only ever came to him in his sleep and he certainly felt like he was going to topple over.

"Love," you say suddenly right next to him. When did he get down to the shoreline? The water was seeping into his shoes, his pants, wet all the way up his calves.

Your smile is sweet, soft, as you reach up to gently grab his face to get him to focus on you. You can see the confusion in his eyes as they dart around as if looking for something to ground him. His hands come up to grab your wrists as he finally focuses on you, his breathing rapid and shallow. As if in a panic, or that he can't catch his breath at all.

"You always said you'd come home to me. No matter what, nothing could keep you away," you state as your thumbs run along his cheekbones. "And I need you to come home to me again. We have too many things to do, too many plans for you to give up now." You lean in and give him a gentle kiss, which he returns with fervor, though his body is trembling with exertion against the ocean waves which have reached large swells knocking you both as you attempt to stand.

"Wake up love, and come home to me." Your final words are a command, the tone no longer soft but an order for your soldier.

This is going to hurt Johnny.

Ghost? Soap attempts to turn his head to look but your grip is tight on his face before a searing pain explodes in his thigh. What the fuck is going on? He groans as you hold him and the look of concern on your face is almost enough to crack his pounding heart. He tries to lock in on you, to watch you, but the image flashes.

He's not on the beach at home in Scotland.

He's in the back of a truck with Ghost barking orders at him as he digs around in his leg. It floods back to him, what happened, where he really was. He was on a mission, half a world away from you where you were safely tucked away in your shared flat. Asleep at this hour he's sure.

Soap tries to shift on the truck bed but hands hold him tight as they press against his chest to keep the bleeding under control.

"Almost there," Gaz states as he shoves more gauze against Soap's chest wound. "Tell us more about your bird, been mumbling about her the whole ride," he grins though Soap can see it's forced. A tactic to keep him awake as Ghost snarls and wipes bloodstained fingers against his thighs.

"I've got to get home to her," Johnny manages to ground out before yelping with pain as Ghost twists a tourniquet tighter on his leg. "She gave me a direct order and she's worse than Price when I don't listen."

Hundreds of miles away, you're startled awake by your phone ringing. At this time of night, a phone call from Price was never one you wanted to get. Middle-of-the-night calls were always bad news, worse news when someone you cared about had a dangerous job. Your hands shake as you accept the call, but the first words you hear are:

"He's alive, thanks to you."

[kteezy997]

Can y/n and wonka maybe have more babies before the candy man series is over? I want them to have a big happy family I think he’d be so proud of them 🥺🥺🥺

Candy Man-Part Nine//W.W.

Warnings: SMUT, soft Dom Willy,tying reader up during sex, use of sex toy, spanking with a paddle, hand spanking, light hair pulling, baby making session, creampie, some cursing, aftercare

You had to celebrate your engagement, of course, and what better place to celebrate than the secret office?

Willy peeled your clothes off, leaving you completely naked. He told you, "Go on, get on the bed, my love."

You smirked, following his instructions, turning and sitting on the bed.

He walked over to wall of coiled up licorice ropes. He pulled on the thick, red rope to the length of his liking, and ripped it off. he brought the long strand of candy over to you, "Your hands." he said simply, holding the length out toward you.

You put your wrists together, and Willy started to tie them together. You were so excited, you had to press your thighs together. You were getting wet already and he hadn't done anything yet.

"You trust me, don't you?" he asked, looking in your eyes.

"Of course." you answered wholeheartedly.

"Good." he responded, tightening the knot holding your wrists together.

It was different, having Willy being a man of few words, and so dominant. You were thrilled.

He took his clothes off. His cock was hard as the stones walls of the room. He shoved you onto your side.

You felt his hands on your ass cheeks and he spread them to lap at your pussy. You writhed and whimpered at the contact of his wet, eager tongue. You ached for him. The point of his tongue flicked over your clit, softly, then suddenly at rapid pace, making you cry out in ecstasy.

He pushed his fingers inside of you, pumping, circling, curling. It was too much. You cried out his name.

"Say 'chocolate' if you ever need me to stop what I'm doing in this room." Willy said.

You took the mental note, and bucked your hips against his fingers, just needing the stimulation.

"Say 'okay' so I know you understand, y/n." he demanded, stopping his playing fingers.

"Okay," you panted, "okay."

"Good girl." Willy said, standing up and touching your hair. "Now darling, if you move, I'll have to spank you. Understand?”

“Yes.” You remained perfectly still as you watched him walk over to the big candy canes. He picked one, and brought it over to you. You had no way of knowing what would happen next.

“This is not like a regular candy cane, my love.” he explained, holding it in both hands, “It is made of silicone, so you don’t have to be concerned about sugar being inside you.”

That’s supposed to go in me? It wasn’t huge by any means, but it was long.

“With your permission, I’ll try it out, would you like that, y/n?” asked your sweet Willy.

“You’re going to put it inside of me?” you whimpered, not knowing if you should be as anxious as you were.

“Only if you say yes.”

“Okay, yes, let’s do it.” you were so horny, you’d let your man try just about anything on you right now.

You could practically hear the grin on Willy’s face. “Alright,” his hand went to your hip as you lay in your side, “just relax.”

You felt pressure on your clit, then rubbing, the object was warm, to your delight, and softer than you imagined.

Willy circled your clit with his candy cane, then with a slight move, he slipped it inside you. It glided easily, filling your walls.

“Mm, fuck.” you moaned, your back arching.

Willy took your response as the go ahead to fuck into you with the pretend candy.

It wasn’t as good as having your darling Willy’s cock in your pussy, but it was damn close. It was amazing. It did reach deeper inside you. Willy hit your cervix with it several times. He used his other hand to toy with your clit as he pumped the candy cane in and out.

Sticky sounds filled your ears and you moaned like a madwoman. You could barely take another second, you needed to touch him. With your hands still tied, you put your hand on his which was fondling your clit.

“Ah-ah.” he swatted your hands away.

Now you remembered what you weren’t supposed to do.

“I didn’t give you permission to move.”

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again, Willy." you tried, weakly.

"No, sorry won't help you, y/n." he countered. You saw him approaching the lollipops on the opposite wall. He picked one of them up, and as he came back over to the bed, you could see that it was a wooden paddle. The colorful, swirly design was deceiving of its real purpose. "You know what I have to do now, don't you, my darling?"

"Yes, I do." you whimpered.

"Okay, good. Now, since you wanted to move so badly, why don't your turn over for me." he demanded. This deviant Willy was so far removed from your doting lover. You didn't know if you were nervous or more turned on by him.

You did as he instructed, getting on your knees as best as you could with your hands still tied. You stilled yourself on the bed with your ass up, bared to him.

Willy touched the head of the paddle to your skin. You noticed how hard it was, and it seemed that there was rubber on it as well. This was going to sting. You gulped, having no real way to prepare yourself for this.

The first smack came down hard on your ass, it was a sharp, stinging pain. You cried out a whimper. Willy gave you another. "Mm." you grunted, biting your lip. Did that one...feel good? You wanted more.

The third hit came and you let out a little high pitched chirp, wiggling your ass a bit in anticipation for the next one. You only wished you could see how Willy was getting off as he swatted your ass with his lollipop.

"You like this, don't you?" he asked, chuckling lowly.

"Yeah," you said with a weak sigh, "I like it."

You couldn't see him, but you knew he was shaking his head and smirking at you. "Alright then, I think you..." you felt his weight on the bed, "need to be filled." The lolly was dropped on the floor and you felt the warmth from Willy's body on your skin. He grabbed your hair, pulling you up and he held you to his chest.

It felt incredibly soothing to be in his embrace, to feel the soft skin of the man you loved. His curls tickled your face.

With his mouth to your ear, he whispered, "You need to be put in your place."

"Oh yeah?" you teased, grinning.

"And I think you'd like it." He had reached in front of you, untying the licorice rope that bound your hands.

Finally, you could touch him. You cupped his face that was right next to yours.

He gave you a kiss on your cheek, saying, “I want to ask you something first."

"Okay." you breathed out. Having no idea where this could go.

"Would it be alright if we had another baby?"

"Yes," you said in an instant, "I'll have as many of your babies as you want, Mr. Wonka."

"Good, I want to give you all of my baby-making cream, y/n." With that, he shoved you down, and your chest met the softness of the bed.

You felt the tip of his cock nudging your wetness, and with a push, he was inside you.

You let out a sigh of relief, you were worn down, but you were happy to feel him inside of you.

Over the course of the two of you being together, Willy had built up an impressive amount of stamina. He fucked you steadily for a while. The friction when he first started was enough to send you over the edge and you trembled as you came.

He continued on, bucking away, destroying you. He would shift in his position to hit you deeper and at different angles. At one point, he plunged his entire length inside you, and rotated his hips, letting his tip graze your cervix.

He'd alternate here and there, smacking your already sore, burning ass cheeks, and squeezing them.

It was all you could do to take what he was giving you, and whimper and whine like a whore.

"I'm gonna come, my love." he called out to you. He had returned to your tender, sweet Willy.

"Give me your cream, Willy. Fill me, my darling boy!"

You felt it gush into you with a steady stream, plentiful for making a baby. He stayed inside you for a few minutes afterwards, “I don’t want to lose a drop.” he said, insistently.

Later, he soaked some tea towels in cold milk from his little fridge and put them on your bottom, to help the burns from the paddle. It was soothing to your skin. Willy had a remedy for everything.

He smoothed your hair back, and let you lay comfortably on your stomach. He even gave you a gentle massage over your whole body. He gave you little kisses as he rubbed your sore muscles.

“Oh, Willy” you cooed, so softly, you were so tired you could barely speak, “I love you.”

“I love you, my dear fiancé, and soon to be mommy of three.” he hummed happily.

..........

Nine months later, your third child was born. You weren't totally certain he was conceived that first night in the secret chocolate chamber, but you and Willy liked to think that was when it happened.

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @softhecreator @tchalamss @bitchyunknownuser @lixzey @kpopgirlbtssvt

[just-another-author-i-guess]

omg if you write smut you NEED to write judd birch smut

I literally cannot stop writing smut for the guy— he’s just so 🥰😋😳🥵

Tags: fem! Reader, porn, literally and without plot, Judd doesn’t know what ‘soft sex’ means fr, he also curses and calls you a variety of fun swear words, very unprotected sex, use protection pls! author wrote this at 1 am and was sleep deprived

Summary: you and Judd fuck.

Author’s note: I was laying on the couch and just,, got this idea. It’s super short, but sometimes all we need is a short lil Judd smut to get us through the day, right? God I love him so much,,

Judd smut drabble

Word count; 1,3K

You couldn’t hear Connie anymore, barely had the brainpower to register that she indeed still was somewhere in the room— you couldn’t think because all you could feel was Judd.

He had been fucking you for hours. You were so sore and puffy and sensitive, so worn out that you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore.

His hand was in your hair, large fingers roughly gripping the back of your head and pressing your face so far down into the mattress you could barely breathe. He made sure you couldn’t look at him, couldn’t touch him as he covered you entirely with his own body, holding you up with an arm under your hips and thrusting into you with a speed most would deem inhuman.

Drooling, whimpering and crying, you clawed at the pillows, they were close to ripping under your tight grip. You could feel him so deep— his mushroom-like tip pressing against and bruising your g-spot each time he moved.

You had taken his cock plenty before, in this particular position too, but you never seemed to get used to his size. The stretch burned so pleasurably in your lower belly, you could feel him there too, slightly bulging and turning your brain to absolute mush.

“You’re crying, bitch?” He drawled, feeling your body wreck with sobs. You were so wet, and it felt so good, what else could you do than cry?

In response, you wiggled your hips, trying (and failing) to match his rapid thrusts. His grip on your hair tightened, and his speed picked up. It hurt, but you liked it. Loved it even. It only served to make you more wet, slick running from your puffy hole and coating everything underneath and besides you— including Judd. His thighs were wet with your slick, you could feel it as he leaned further over you and smeared some of it on your ass.

He pressed your face further into the mattress, mushing your cheeks together. “You got what you asked for— take it.” He grunted. It was true, you were completely at fault for getting yourself into this predicament. Earlier, while he was trying to concentrate on his training, you had been all over him— you begged and pleaded and told him he could fuck you as a form of exercise, and he generously took you up on that offer.

But that also meant he wouldn’t stop until he grew tired— it didn’t matter if you could handle it or not.

Only a few times, when you first got together had he fucked you so roughly. He could go, and go, and go, till you passed out still on his cock. So no. He wouldn’t stop till he was tired.

“Jwudd— jwuud, I can’t—“ You sniffled, makeup and drool bleeding out into Judd’s pillows.

He cackled sinisterly, lifting your head slightly. “You can and you will. Just one more time and you can pass out, alright, baby?”

Then he was moving his arm down from your waist— long fingers coming to rub harsh circles into your neglected clit. You gaped, pussy clenching wildly around Judd as he finally played with your puffy, aching bud. You moaned loudly, so loudly that it bordered on a shriek that the whole house would be able to hear.

“So now you want everyone to hear? What happened to being quiet?” He teased you, the corners of his mouth perking up just the slightest. Both his brows were furrowed— sweat dripping between them, he was also getting close to yet another release himself and he had to concentrate to not blow his load.

You knew his family was home, anyone could walk up to the second floor of the house and hear the two of you clear as day.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, in time with Judd’s harsh pull on your hair. “Y-yes! I don’t care— please, J-Judd..” You babbled, too drunk on dick to come up with anything coherent.

His thrusts increased again, your already loud squelching gaining sound. “If you wanna sound like a fucking whore, let everyone know who’s making you cum. Who owns you, huh? You and your wet fucking pussy,” Judd spat.

You mewled. “You— Judd..!”

“Not good enough.” He growled. “Again, slut.”

Fat, wet tears rolled slowly down your cheeks and you wailed; “Judd! I’m yours— you own me and my wet pussy!”

Suddenly, he was harshly shoving your head back into the mattress— then letting go of your hair. He flipped you around, cock leaving you for barley a second before he shoved it inside again, all the way in one thrust.

You gasped as he held both your thighs to your chest, bending your knees over his shoulders and supporting himself with an arm on each side of your head. He looked directly into your face and your cunt clenched at just the sight of him— his tightly set jaw, rosy cheeks and furrowed brows. If you didn’t know better, you’d have mistaken his concentration for a scowl.

“So big. S’big,” You babbled— his cue to spread a large hand over your stomach.

His cock bulged through you, he pressed down, right when he thrusted into you and that’s when you had enough.

You came with a sob of his name, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you creamed on his cock. He groaned, loudly and hid his face in your shoulder to conceal the way he bit his lip. Judd was only a few, very rough thrusts behind you. His balls slapped against you with each thrust, he pressed down a bit harder, feeling himself through you and then he came.

Your hole clenched pathetically around him as he filled you with thick, warm spend— he bit down on your neck and jaw. He peppered you with small bites, your neck was already so completely covered that he had to bite in already sore and tender marks. You moaned and found his hair with your hands, holding him tightly to you.

You felt your belly expand slightly— so full with both his dick and cum. It was hard to stay awake, with his warm body covering you, your eyes crossed slightly as you concentrated on staying awake.

Judd nosed your collarbone. “You can sleep, pretty girl. I’ll clean you up,” he muttered, softly pulling your legs down and slipping out of you.

You whined, at both the feeling of loss when he slipped out and when he started to move away. You reached for him and he clicked his tongue. “You wanna fuck again already? You’re such a little slut,”

“Mhm..” His words didn’t register in your brain, all you felt was his warm cum in your pussy and something that felt suspiciously like an old t-shirt being rubbed against you to clean you up.

Then you were out, softly breathing and hiccuping in your sleep. Judd looked down at you with a crooked grin. “Pretty little bitch.” He muttered, eyes raking your sleeping form.

Even though he literally fucked you to sleep, you looked completely innocent to him. He gently covered you with his blanket— fingers softly digging into your skin to feel you as he did so. You were so warm and soft, his chest swelled with pride as he looked at the work he did on your neck, shoulders and thighs. Bloody teeth indents and bruises covered your smooth skin, his teeth indents and bruises.

‘Fuck her while she’s sleeping.’ Maury clapped him on the shoulder. He shook the monster off, fixing him a dark glare.

“Fuck off, I’m going to sleep.” He was getting tired himself, going for so long did use up quite a bit of his stamina.

The monster laughed hoarsely. ‘I was kidding! You did a great job, kid. She’s knocked the fuck out,’

Judd barely bothered acknowledging his praise, grunting but otherwise keeping quiet as he rose from the bed to search for a pair of boxers. His muscles were sore and he groaned as he stood up, stretching before pulling a pair of boxers from the drawers.

Maury bid him goodbye, spraying nonsense about visiting a nearby restaurant before disappearing. Judd fell back into bed, narrowly avoiding falling onto you. He pulled your sleeping form to him, nuzzling his face into your hair as he drifted off to the land of dreams.

Omg I need to go to bed 🫣 I genuinely hope you enjoyed this, though

Also, three fics in one week?!?!? Can we talk about that??? Y’all are eating so well lol. And look at me somewhat consistently uploading 😎 wowie

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[cyberpunkhwx]

Cold coffee

❥ Paring: CEO! Song Mingi x employee reader

❥Genre: pure SMUT, you can find almost no plot here

❥Warnings: Pet names like darling, sweetheart, reader in implied tiny once,, fingering, slight exhibition dom!Mingi, sub!reader, deep voice Mingi, overstimulation, unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy) sir kink!

❥Word count: 0,9k

❥Requested? Yes

A/n: This is a continuation/ part 2 of Afternoon coffee, I suggest you to read that first for plot!

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you exhale as your breath fogs up the big screen in front of you, handprints left where your attempt at a grip is so harsh.

“Yeah?,” the voice behind you enquires, “Because someone’s gonna find us?"

Now, how Mingi just loves to have you in compromising situations, fear of being caught like this only heating up the arousal bubbling in your lower belly. Right there, in his office. You could've never imagined this be happening to you.

Suppose it be the risk that entices you both.

So here, in the in Mr.Song's office.

“I love the face you make,” he grunts as his hips slam into yours, body almost leeching forward from the force, “So dirty.”

The way Mingi grinds into you as you try to stabilise yourself has your thighs shaking, breath rapid and hoarse as he never gives you a moment to really breathe.

He always has such a focused look on his face, eyes tracing from your own in the screen of his huge desktop on the other side of his desk, to where he watches himself disappear inside you, and he has to bite back a moan in all honesty.

“This hole of yours is so fucking tight he grunts, hips speeding up as he watches your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Should've said that in your resume, that way you would've evenhave to go through the paper work" He chuckles at his own joke at he readjust his hand placement on yo hip pulling you forward, almost making you fall off of his desk, if it wasn't for his fast reflex to hold your belly.

"Opps, now we don't want our hard working secretory to fall and injure themselves now do we?"

It’s a little, no- very wrong that you’re mixing pleasure and business, but the way that Mingi reduces you to a babbling mess, is just too good to ignore.

“Look at yourself when I’m fucking you,” his hand wraps around your neck, pulling you up enough to force yourself to make direct eye contact in the screen. You could see people walking by the office door from the side of your eyes, making you clench harder on him.

"Fuck" He moaned under his breath, speeding up his hips.

“Can’t you see how good I’m making you feel?"

“Fuck yes sir” You’re being exceptionally loud, Mingi would've have scold you to keep quite but he’s so lost in the moment.

Anyone who’s going to knock on the CEO's office in these next few minutes will have an unfortunate discovery if they follow their intention through.

“Im close sweetheart, gonna cum for me?,” Mingi’s low voice in your ear has you frantically nodding, eyes scrunched shut as you feel the crescendo of pleasure.

It’s almost unbearable as you use the weight of your hands on his desk to fuck yourself back onto his cock, but oh, is it worth it when you throw your head back, convulsing around him and crying out his name.

Your volume never ceases as Mingi grips your neck tighter, release filling you up as he groans just as loud.

“Fucking hell,” he tries to disregard the waver in his voice from having just come.

He pulls out quickly, watching the way his cum slowly begins to leak out,

“Insane,” his fingers poke softly to fuck it back into you.

"Too much, too- sensetive please" you pleaded squirming away from his long slim fingers rubbing against your now over-sensetive walls.

"Shhh, you don't wanna dirty my office now do you? Be a sweet one and keep it in hmm?" He hummed to himself, pressing a hand to your back, holding you on his desk as he kept fingering it back.

"I think now it's deep enough, isn't it?" He rubbed around you hole, still holding you, using you for his own amusement.

You could do nothing but to shake and try to scape his hand still pleasuring you.

"That was a question, darling"

"Y-yes sir"

When he was finally satisfied with your serviced, he helped you move your numb body off of his desk and making you look as presentable as possible before letting you catch your breath, now practically collapsed on his lap.

"Sir! Your coffee got cold" you said still catchingyour breath, panting on his chest. Even thought guilty was telling you to get out of his office asap, unfortunately you were thinking with your pussy, so you nuzzled in your boss's neck and seemed for warmth and comfort.

"I'm glad I didn't fuck you too dumb, baby" He said is a breathy tone, looking down at your tiny now sleeping figure at top of him.

He let out a breath as he let his own eyes rest and leaned back on his chair.

Knock knock knock

"Shit y/n get up get up"

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[cream-stew]

Heyy! Saw that you wanted to write for scara and I have a request! (Idk if this is against your rules or falls into painful sex D: ) This request will be virgin!sub!reader (fem) with Dom!scara!! The reader is really shy when it comes to sex but knows some aspects of it, and had the talk when she was younger. feel free to not do this request!

-🗽anon

🔞 minors dni

warnings: afab virgin reader, creampie, reader gets called baby

// note: don't worry this is definitely not what I was talking about with "painful sex", you're in the clear!

your hands tremble a little as you unbutton your shirt under his heavy stare, seeing him lick his lips as your cute lacy bra comes to light the more you strip. you pull down your pants next, revealing matching white panties, and you can already spy the the bulge in his boxers👀

you know in theory what's going to happen now, but the way your heartbeat picks up when he touches your hips, pressing you down on the bed and straddling you, is entirely new.

he presses his thigh against your clothed pussy and starts rubbing you with it as he leans down to make out with you, sloppy kisses making drool drip down to your chin. you try to push him away because you feel close to cumming already, and he smirks when he realizes. "what's that baby, you want to cum on my cock? you want to cum only after I've finally popped your cherry, huh?"

you nod, blushing, and he pulls your panties off of you, two fingers already dipping past your folds and spreading your slick around, letting out a pleased hum at how aroused you are.

"this is gonna be so easy, look at how wet you are"

eventually, he stops fingering you and lines his cock up to your pussy instead, coating it with your fluids and slowly pushing inside, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the stretch.

it does sting a fair bit, but it's your first time and his cock is bigger than average, so all things considered it could have gone worse! and he worked pretty hard to get you all wet and loose with his fingers, so you try to thank him profusely, though it ends up mostly as incoherent babbling as he starts fucking in and out of you, the pleasure turning your brain to mush. you really can think with his cock fucking you so well :(

soon enough the stretch stops hurting, and you cum once, then twice in rapid succession, while he keeps plunging inside you. you're too fucked out to notice when he finally cums too, pumping you full of his seed and pulling out to admire how it leaks out of your well used pussy.

[colorthecosmos444]

Movie Marathon

Summary: During a movie marathon with Nate, Nick and Chris, Matt fingers his girlfriend, getting her off for the first time in a while. Although, after everyone goes to bed, Matt experiences an issue that he has to resolve, which leads to him finishing himself off without her.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: fingering, male masturbation, semi-public. 

Word Count: 1493

The TV was blasting as the fight between the vampires and werewolves were starting. Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate and I were currently watching our third movie of the night, Eclipse. We had already watched Inside Out and Benchwarmers. Our selection of movies was completely random, each of us taking a turn picking a film. We are currently watching Chris’s pick. Do not ask me why he picked this movie, let alone the third one of the series. I’m not even sure Nate or Matt have seen the first two. I’m snuggled up next to Matt at the end of the couch, Matt leaning into the armrest. Nate is next to me with Nick and Chris on the other end, numerous blankets sprawled out across all of us. 

“Can you hand me the popcorn, Nick?” I ask as I readjust myself on Matt. “Sure thing, girlfriend,” Nick jokes, handing the bowl to Nate and Nate passes it to me. My right leg is across Matt’s lap under a blanket, his hand resting on my thigh. As I move, my leg slightly rubs against his crotch. 

“Oops, sorry about that,” I blush looking up to my boyfriend, his blue eyes already focusing on me. “I’m going to be honest; I haven’t been paying attention to the last two damn movies,” he mumbles into my ear, tickling my neck. “But Benchwarmers was your pick,” I mused, furrowing my eyebrows. 

“I’ve seen that movie about a hundred fucking times, I picked it so I could focus on my hot girlfriend,” he teased, now rubbing his hand up and down my thigh. His warm touch makes my face flush and my core ache. My lips part letting out a shaky breath as his fingers creep up my inner thigh slipping underneath my pajama shorts. My eyes widen as I realize how much I actually want him, how much I need him. I pull the fuzzy blanket higher up and rest the popcorn bowl on my lap, providing some coverage to the shameful act that was about to happen. Matt glides his hand to the hem of my shorts and delicately unties the string with the one hand. Slowly, he slips his fingers into my pajamas, brushing against the silk fabric to reach down to my wet pussy. 

We haven’t had sex in a week now, the last time being the night before we left for Boston as we knew it would be difficult to be intimate with each other while we are in town with his family. It doesn’t seem like a long time, but for Matt and I, it’s like a drought. We’ve been living in the Sahara Desert for the past week, only sneaking in some extended kisses in passing. Matt the munch is not just a nickname, it is who he is. He cannot go this long without us touching or one of us getting off, I can’t either, it’s almost like we are addicted to each other, or maybe it’s just because we love each other so fucking much. 

I instantly snap my mouth shut, capturing the moan that was about to escape as Matt pulls my panties to the side and grazes his fingers across my folds. I hear him release a sigh, almost as if he is now in his happy place, like he is pleased. I lean my head back onto his shoulder, pretending to be watching the movie but internally absorbing the moment Matt begins rubbing my clit. He leans down and kisses my neck, licking my sweet spot behind my ear. 

The scene playing on the screen becomes louder and Nick starts screaming as Edward kills Victoria. Matt uses this opportunity to plunge his middle and ring finger into my hole, immediately thrusting at a rapid pace. I clench my teeth together, squeezing the blanket to prevent myself from making a sound. My breathing becomes irregular, and I know that I am not going to last long. Matt already knows this before I do because he starts alternating between fingering me and rubbing and pressing hard against my clit, naturally overstimulating me. My mind is so clouded by pleasure that I don’t even think about the sounds that Matt could be making with my wet core. It must not be distracting because the three boys are glued to the screen watching the events unfold as Bella confesses to Jacob that she cannot live without Edward. 

I so badly want to slam my hand against the couch because I am centimeters away from falling over that peak. Matt doesn’t stop or change his pace; he knows exactly how to get me off. 

However, as the movie is about to end, Matt moves to finish me off by rapidly massaging my clit, aiming to be as silent as possible. I turn my head into the crook of his neck, biting into the collar of his shirt as I finally reach my climax, shockingly not making a sound. Yet, the proof of my orgasm proudly displays on Matt’s forearm, where my fingernails dug into his flawless skin as he slowly pulls his damp hand out of my panties. He brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking off my sweet release.

“Holy shit!” Nate gasped. I jolt in my spot and Matt quickly adjusts himself so that it seems like he was grabbing some popcorn. My heart stopped and I panicked, thinking that we just got caught. 

“What?” Matt sputtered. Nate shakes his head turning to Chris, “I just wasted 2 hours of my life for this dumb fucking movie,” he teases, “that was so pointless.”

“Well, I don’t want to watch your shitty movie choice, but we all decided to take turns,” Chris defends himself. “Hey, don’t hate on Sharknado,” Nate bickered, already swiping the remote from Chris to get his movie set up. 

I glanced up at Matt, smiling at him, letting him know that I am relieved we didn’t get caught. He kisses my temple and murmurs, “I’m so glad I got to do that, I have been missing you so much. I am literally exhausted now.” 

“Don’t go to sleep yet, you still have my movie left after Nate’s, you don’t want to miss White Chicks,” I giggle snuggling back into his lap as Nate plays his movie. 

***

After finishing all 5 movies, everyone headed into their separate rooms. Nate decided to crash on the couch, too worn out to drive home. Matt settled into Chris’s bedroom, laying on the side of the bed he’s been sleeping on for the past week. As soon as Chris’s head hit the pillow, he was knocked the fuck out. Matt closed his eyes and tried drifting off to sleep, despite trying to make it into dreamland, his thoughts were all consumed with the events from earlier. The feeling of his fingers rubbing his girlfriend’s drenched cunt, the sound of her ragged breathing in his ear, the smell of her sweet Chanel perfume, and of course the taste of her mouthwatering arousal after she came on his hand. It was all too unrelenting for him, and before he knew it, he felt his cock become stiff in his black boxers. He was screwed. He needed to fix this otherwise it would become too painful for him, and he would never be able to fall asleep. He calmly slides out of the bed, careful to not disturb Chris, and he tiptoes into the bathroom next door. He closes the door and locks it, being as quiet as he can be. Matt reaches down to his boxers and pulls them down his legs, his dick instantly springs up and slaps his lower belly. He lets out a low groan and spits into his hand, mixing his saliva with his precum to provide some lubrication. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he leans his head back and starts rubbing vigorously. Not having an orgasm for a week has made him sexually frustrated and he felt like he was going to explode. 

Soft grunts slip past his lips, eyebrows furrowing together, mouth parted open, Matt was already close to cumming. He didn’t care, he just wanted to get off. He continues jacking off, squeezing his cock firmly, imagining it was sliding in and out of his girlfriend’s tight hole. The warm feeling in his belly was bubbling, threatening to blow any second. Matt leans his tattooed arm against the bathroom counter, biting his tongue as his orgasm rips through his core, his cum spurting out across the floor. 

“Oh fuck,” he whimpers, catching his breath. When he stabilizes himself, he grabs some tissues and cleans the floor, wiping away any residue. He slips back into his boxers, washes his hands, and sneaks back into Chris’s bedroom. Chris is still fast asleep, snoring softly. Matt crawls into the bed and is now overcome by sleep within minutes, satisfied from pleasing his girlfriend and himself.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone who read my first fic Out for Dinner!! I hope you all liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Every like means so much to me!! If you want to be updated on these series for Matt and other stories about the triplets you can comment or go to my tag list page!! I hope you all have a lovely day 🤍

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Do u hve any writings with like stepcest?

A Family Dinner

Warning: humiliation kink, pseudo incest, fingering, semi-public, almost caught, squirting, etc.

Pairing: Stepbro!Lo'ak x Stepsis!Reader ft. Neteyam

Synopsis: Lo'ak always loved to tease you even under the table during a family dinner.

Was it weird that you allowed your stepbrother to touch you in areas only your mate should touch?

Yes it was.

But did you care? No, you didnt care one bit.

What you and Lo'ak were doing was against the will of the great mother. Against the familial relations you two had. It was clear Lo'ak liked you from the start. You were the sister that stuck by his side. As the seasons passed on, Pandora grew and so did you. He was the first to notice the changes of your body.

He was the first to notice your sudden increase of height, the change of your voice, the rapid growth of your hair, and of course, he saw how "womanly" you became. This obviously came with grave consequences. The men, youthful and mature, tried to get your hand, but Jake would rather die than give your hand to them. Lo'ak was a different case. No one, Na'vi nor dreamwalker, would dare to mate with you.

He wouldn't allow it.

Mind this, Neteyam was not stupid. He noticed the incestous connection Lo'ak and his stepsister had. It was suspicious how Lo'ak hissed at every Na'vi that dared to look your way. He knew. Neteyam knew everything. He observed how Lo'ak snuck to your room every night, how your hugs seemed so intimate, how his tail flashed behind him when you kiss him on the cheek.

It was fucking obvious.

Neteyam tapped his fingers on the table as he watched his brother and stepsister get along a little too well. He peered his eyes to see what was really happening. Lo'ak ran his hand between your smooth thighs. He rubbed the wet spot on your loincloth resulting a small whimper to escape your lips.

Your legs slowly began to lose its strength although you were sitting down. You laid your head on Lo'ak's shoulder. "As much as I love hearing you moan and whimper f'me, you have to keep it down.", he said almost as if he was teasing you. He listened to your small whimpers and praises. It made him lose control.

He increased the speed of his slender fingers on your clitoris and your clenching, soaked cunt. Your hips slammed on to his hand. His palm was collecting your love juices like a well. Your face screwed up like an overstimulated pornstar. You hid your face in your palms as you released all over Lo'ak. Lo'ak rose his hand and licking up your juices. You sighed in relief. "He is finally done!", you thought.

Key word.

Thought.

You were on the verge of unconsciousness, your amber eyes rolled to the back of your head. "Don't pass out on me, baby.", he said. But you couldn't keep your eyes open. You couldn't stay awake. Lo'ak glared at your almost unconscious figure from the corner of his eyes. He pinched your puffy clit mercilessly. So hard, your eyes shot open as you jotted up in pain with a mixed of pleasure.

Neteyam was alarmed when he saw his stepsister jot up suddenly. "Tsumuke, what is wrong?", Neteyam asked. You looked at Lo'ak signalling he should stop but this psychopath just smiled at you devilishly. About to respond, Lo'ak forced his fingers back inside of you. Your pussy made erotic, sloppy sounds. You bit your inner jaw and clench your thighs together. " I-I'm fine, rä'ä sngum si.", you exclaimed. Lo'ak slowed down as he saw his mother and sisters approaching with dinner. Jake sat beside Neytiri, who was beside you.

Now you were fucked.

No pun intended.

Tuk was sharing how she met a new friend. Lo'ak dropped his napkin, catching the attention of his mother. "What is wrong Lo'ak?", Neytiri asked. "Just...dropping my napkin, that's all.", he said crawling under the table. He smirked as he sees the huge wet stain on your loincloth. "Perfect.",he whispered.

He moved your loincloth almost making you choke on your food. His tongue met with your folds. His two fingers thrust inside you with maximum speed. Your fingers ran through his braids as you attempted to hold your moans by biting your bottom lip. "So sweet for no reason, ma.",he claimed as he slurped up your wetness loudly.

About to cum, you hit Lo'ak on his head harshly. He ignored your warning ad you squirted all over his face. He picked up the napkin in one hand and used the other to collect your juices from his face and licked it off again. You trembled in your seat and the chair you sat on was soaking right through. "Are you alright, syulang?", Neytiri asked in concern. Jake walked over you, checking if you have a fever. You couldn't respond. Lust clouded your mind.

"Neteyam, take your sister to her room.", Jake commanded. "Sir I can do-", Lo'ak tried to speak out but the glare he received from his father shut me up immediately. Neteyam threw you down on your bed and shot you a deadly glance. You looked at me with eyes of fear and full of eyes. "Don't act innocent.",he said almost whispering. He knew. He began to remove his loincloth. "You know what to do.",he said sternly. You shook your head.

"Don't be shy sister, after all you weren't afraid to let Lo'ak finger you in front of our parents.", he said with a grim look on his face. He moaned as your lips wrapped around his half erected member. He forced your face balls deep. "Dirty girl. Fucking both of your brothers like a whore. If you bite me, I'll slice your tongue off."

He didn't care. After all, you were not blood related. The perfect son finally broke down. You looked beautiful like that.

Lo'ak wouldn't mind sharing, right?

[matchadobo]

Hi there! I was wondering if I could request Eustass Kid x reader where reader is the only person he is soft for? Like he drops the whole tough guy act when reader is around. Just something about them makes him calm down. Thank you!

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KIDD; calm to his storm

wc: 814 summary: after getting into a heated fight with crew, name checks on kidd. warning/s: all fluff!!

"kidd?" you peeked over the doorframe of his workshop. you found him hunched over his couch, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together, and brows knitted as he heaved frustrated sighs out his nose. "hey, i heard you're having a hard time with the crew." you scooted over to sit beside him.

"those fuckin' idiots don't get it." he mumbled through his nose, not budging from his pissed state. "we have fuckin' boundaries, why'd they go an extra mile to cross the line that we are not playing house and we're a goddamn crew?"

"yeah, i heard about what happened." you rubbed on his back, "don't you wanna get some fresh air first? calm down a bit, hm?" you suggested, looking up at his fiery eyes. you saw how his gaze softened, body relaxing with your touch.

"nah, i'd explode when i see their fuckin' faces once i got out." he leaned back, crossing his arms along the way. "i'd rather shut my fuckin' self in here."

there was silence, it wasn't uncomfortable but you figured you should leave him alone. let his thoughts breathe for a moment.

"if that's the case, i'll leave you be-" you pulled yourself up from his sinking couch, only to be pulled back again. this time, he had his human arm around you. he buried you close to his chest where you felt how rapid his heartbeat was.

"don't." he sighed deeply when he felt your warmth in his chest. "need you here, close."

"so you'd shut me in here with you?" you looked up at him from behind.

"aye. you complainin'?" his hug got tighter, hands making its way inside your shirt. he breathed in your scent, relishing on the aroma of your perfume. he's got you between his arms and legs. his human hand was now settled on your thigh, rubbing the surface of your skin back and forth while pinching some parts playfully along the way. you felt the now steady beat of his heart against your back as it matched the ticking of the antique clock on his workshop. "you just bathe?"

"yeah. it's really hot." you replied. "i used the body wash you gifted me." you played with your fingers.

"smells pretty, i knew it'd suit a little rose like you." he chuckled lightly, placing his nose on your head. "you're so warm, i can fall asleep like this."

"really?" you shifted a bit to look up at him. "we can do that if you want."

"you know what i'd really want?"

"tell me."

he intertwined his fingers with red-laquered nails with yours. kissing the back of your palm and admiring the lip print he left. "in the far future, once we'd attain my dream. i'd like to have a family with you. i'd like to come home with you and the brats we made. i'd like to raise them in a world i'll make when i become pirate king. i'd like to watch you and i become old as fuck, seeing our brats grow up. i'd like to wear this ring," he raised his hand, ring finger adorned with the gold-plated ring he made for you and him when you two officially tied the knot. "until we die. and i'd like to have my grave next to yours, on that hill we met. that's what i want the most."

you felt your heart swell with his words. tears fell from your eyes without you realizing. your lip quivered as you try and catch your breath. you were at loss for words. since when did he learned words like this? since when did he learn to plan so far ahead? since when did he want a family?

you'd known him as a head first, go-with-the-flow, focus-on-the-present kind of guy. so all of this was a goddamn enigma for you. he sounded so genuine you had to look back if it was someone else speaking. but you know his voice all to well that those words belong to him, straight from his heart. from the way he holds you, from how his chest was rabbiting with each second, and from how his lips never left the skin on your neck.

"k-kidd i.."

"didn't mean to overshare, goddamn it." he ran a hand through his locks. "now i forgot why i'm fuckin' angry." he laughed a little.

you stood up. bent down to his level and pressed a kiss on his forehead. "i'd make it all come true, i'd be with you every step of the way."

he hugged you by your waist, burying his face on your stomach. "if it weren't for you, i woulda died from too much fuckin' stress in this crew. there's somethin' too precious about you that you just bring out the sap in me."

"you just love me so damn much, that's it."

"wouldn't argue on that, sweetness."

hellloooo to the person who requested >< ty for your requestttt but OMG i hope i did this justice, did i follow the rqst??? i added a lil bit of situation so i can elaborate ueueueue my christmas break has started!!!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Secretary - William Afton x fem!reader

warning : smut, minors don't interact, blood, choking, William being William, older man/younger woman, knife play

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Info : So this is short little thing is based on THIS headcanon believe it or not ot was my question but that is just that. Have fun reading everyone ;)

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°She knew exactly how he had killed what had happened and, above all, how aroused he was afterwards. She knew who the adrenaline was still in his body and how much he needed her.

°She had this thing with him after he had hired her, she was almost thirty years younger and she could easily have been his daughter. But she liked, perhaps liked being just a toy to him. To give him what he needed to get his approval.

°He told her every time afterwards how good she was for him and he had fucked her brains out just a few minutes before. But she knew by now what was going to happen and every time she loved it more.

°Heard exactly how the door to his office was ripped open. His shirt stuck to his body through the Spring Bonnie suit he'd been wearing moments before to kill his victim. She knew they were the only ones in the building, no one would hear or disturb them.

°,,Willia-" she wanted to say his name but had already risen from her seat when she felt his rough kiss on her lips. His body seemed to glow with adrenaline and excitement, but his grin told her everything, the blood splatter on his shirt even more and the bulge in his pants and the dilated pupils were the next thing she knew it was affecting him.

°She felt the cold wall of his office against her back as he didn't break the kiss and the smell of metal and sweat surrounded them both. She heard him giggle before he pushed up her skirt knowing she wasn't wearing underwear and a groan came over his lips as her hand rubbed his arousal.

°She felt his muscles underneath, his rapid breathing and her own moans as he thrust into her without pretense, his length filling her every time and she knew he would never prepare her for it either.

°She felt his hands run over her body, exploring every bit of her skin, and she felt her hand run over the cold blood. But realizing the act and what was behind it was secondary in the sex between them.

°Instead, his cursing and chuckling could be heard as she suddenly felt him take the still bloody knife. She felt the cuts on her skin and the heat that seemed to emanate from it, but it only made everything even more arousing. How he only seemed to take her harder William lost himself in it all. His free hand smeared and licked the blood.

°,,Fuck so-so good," she heard him murmur and saw in his gaze what he wanted. She could do nothing but give herself to him as she always did before she felt his hand around her neck. Even if it was only one, she could feel the power behind it.

°The adrenaline, however, was enough that she was already starting to see dark spots, tears running down her eyes, but his cock hit the exact spot inside her that made her groan throatily.

°Before she could faint, however, they both reached their climax and the knife clattered to the floor before he released her and stayed inside her for a few more moments. She felt the cum slowly oozing out of her and sticking to her thighs as he held her close and kissed the top of her head.

°She slowly slid to the floor and saw his grin in the darkened room as he slumped into his desk. But when he tapped his thigh, she knew exactly what he wanted. ,,Now come to Daddy and suck him off will you sweetheart?" he asked her his glasses had slipped down slightly and a whimper left her lips as she crawled over to him. Knowing he wasn't done yet.

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@mxstly-melancholy , @williamsdarlinggirl , @purplehands13 , @williamaftonkisser

[luciferism]

[ "Husband Series II: Little Accidents" ]

Lucifer x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: Lucifer accidentally drank a spiked coffee, so you - his husband - "helped" him.

Tags: 18+, explicit language, smut, oral sex (giving)/blowjob, one shot, sex stimulants, making out, teasing, throat fucking, anal fingering

Word count: 4K+ words

A/N: For clarification, every chapter has a different scene where you and Lucifer are husbands.

《 Husband Series: Part I

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The silence of the cold office is disrupted by the gentle rustling of clothes rubbing on each other. Heavy breaths and passionate kisses making squelching sounds that perfectly complements the hum of the air conditioner.

You both are once again, inside Lucifer's home office, making out in one of the couches in the middle of the room. Your hands grope everything you can reach, taking in all of your husband's presence. You have Lucifer's legs folded on the either sides of your thighs as Lucifer's weight pressed on your lap.

Lucifer, either by accident or a prank from one of his brothers, has consumed a sex stimulant mixed in his coffee earlier. He was so preoccupied with his tasks that he failed to notice it when he was making himself a cup of coffee. As usual, you take the opportunity that has been laid out in front of you.

"You are a sneaky devil. Can you try to keep your roving hands under control?" Lucifer whispers out his concerns, but his words are lost to the sounds of a heated make out session.

Lucifer's lips are parted open for you, and his tongue is gently brushing past his own. Your bodies, grinding against each other like a machine in need of lubrication, yours and his hands grasping and tugging at whatever cloth was in proximity in an attempt to get close to your skins. The only resounding sound in the room is the gentle rhythm of air being pumped in and out of both of your lungs.

"Are you feeling okay now?"

You have a genuine concern in your tone. Although you're still breathless from the makeout session and you want to go further, you stop as Lucifer's elevated senses, due to the stimulant, might be too much for him.

Your concern is what snaps Lucifer out of your kiss. His eyes blink several times in an attempt to clear the blurry mess before him. Lucifer is suddenly back on your lap, but in a much less sexual way than moments ago.

"I'm fine." His tone is still heavy and his senses are still a little too sharp. Lucifer's words are accompanied by blinks that are more rapid than before, as if he is attempting to clear the blurriness in his vision. He is still a little disoriented to what happened just moments before. The effect of the stimulant is starting to fade.

"Good." You brush a handkerchief on Lucifer's sweaty forehead, pecking his lips briefly and smiling at him. It is in the middle of the day and you don't have much time to continue further. You grip your husband's waist and place him beside you on the couch.

"We were just about to get to the fun part." He sighs, and you can feel Lucifer's hand rest behind your neck.

"Let's not spend too much time outside the house just yet." The hand behind your head squeezes tighter, as if to say "Be patient", before Lucifer turns his head to the side and lays his head against you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer. That is all Lucifer can muster right now, he can still feel his senses tingling. Your lips curl into a small smile and you pull him closer.

"Honestly, where did that coffee come from?" You wonder while your arm wraps over Lucifer's shoulder, giving him a soothing rub.

"I was just making myself a cup. One of my brothers must've spiked it." Lucifer chuckles to himself, having a hunch on which one of his brothers did him dirty, but that is nothing compared to how good your hands feel right now.

"It must be Asmo's coffee. You know, being all the Avatar of Lust. You must have mistaken it from the normal one." You chuckle as you rest your head against Lucifer's.

"That makes more sense, yes."

You spend a comfortable silence this way. Lucifer's senses are still heightened, but it isn't like before. It is more bearable now.

Lucifer sighs before whispering to you. "I'm getting thirsty. Get me a cup of water, would you?"

"Sure. Wait for me." You remove yourself from Lucifer's side and exit the office to get some water from the mansion's kitchen.

"Don't be too long, love." Lucifer lays there alone, resting his eyes. Your hands, though gone, leave a soothing impression on his skin. You both need to cool off for a moment, it is all too tempting when you are together. He hopes you come back as quickly as you left. He doesn't want to be alone at this very moment.

After a few minutes, You came back with a glass of water and an extra bottle.

"Here." You hand the glass to Lucifer after helping him get up and settle on the opposite couch.

"Thank you." Lucifer takes the glass of water and gulps down the entire glass without hesitation. He can feel his senses relaxing and his eyes slowly closing. The stimulant is still in his system but faint, the memory of what happened a couple of minutes ago is still fresh in his mind.

"Oh, has the stimulant not worn off yet? Let's take a break since you feel overwhelmed." You suggest, leaning back against the couch – cross legged.

"Your timing is impeccable as always, love." Lucifer smiles, happy to have you as his husband. He sits up and fixes his hair, looking a lot brighter and more relaxed. The stimulant is still lingering, and he can feel his senses still heightened. He is not in his usual calm state, but he is much better than before. You can still see the slight flush on his cheeks.

"Thank you for not taking advantage of me." Lucifer says.

"I wouldn't do that unless you want me to." You say, your expression is laced with mischief. However, you are still being careful not to touch Lucifer too much and stimulate him even further. So, you prop your elbow on the armrest and rest your cheek on your palm while looking at him.

"Well, I do want you to." Lucifer's eyes widen in surprise once he hears what his own mouth says. His cheeks flush, and he quickly tries to cover his mouth and look at you as if he made a mistake.

"I... mean, I know this will sound ridiculous but the stimulant is making my thoughts go places again." Lucifer admitted with a bashful expression.

You grin then laugh softly as you bring your legs on the coffee table, still paying attention to Lucifer. You watch Lucifer closely. Seeing him in such a heated state is always a treat for you.

"Well, I don't want you passing out on me." You purse your lips, thinking of a solution. "How could we take care of that?"

"We can definitely take care of that." Lucifer looks excited, and his eyes sparkle at the thought.

Lucifer puts his feet on the floor and leans towards you over the coffee table, still trying to calm his breathing. His heart is beating fast, and there is a flush on his cheeks again. He feels both warm and cold at the same time. He reaches towards you.

"My love, I need it badly. Can you take me here, in my office?" Lucifer's eyes flutter slightly as he whispers this to you.

"I was about to but you stopped me earlier." You smirk at him from the opposite couch. "Are you sure? You feel your senses heightened to their peak, though?"

"Yes, I need this so much right now." Lucifer is completely honest with you, his senses still high but his lust even more prominent. "Please? Tak– fuck me… right now. I cannot hold it much longer."

Lucifer looks so vulnerable, you can't help but want to take advantage of the situation. You chuckle once more, realizing the position Lucifer is in right now. He looks delicious, as if he is ready for you. You hold his wrists and move back to Lucifer, and you pull him on top of your lap. You looked down between his thighs and found something very exciting.

"You're leaking precum... Does it hurt?" Your voice is laced with concern but still finds the whole situation hot and arousing.

"That's just me losing control... It feels good." His eyes shut as he tilts his head upwards. As your lips meet his once more, you remove his tie and shirt, leaving him topless.

You kiss Lucifer's neck and tugs on his hair. Your kisses travel to his shoulders, his collarbones, his chest and sucks his puckering nipples. Lucifer's body shudders as he tries to contain himself. His body is so sensitive right now that a slightly rough touch is enough to make him release a bit more. You look at him, gaze full of desire.

"I should help you release first." You shift positions on the couch and let Lucifer lean his back against the backrest before kneeling in front of him.

"You're going to make me lose it completely." Lucifer feels like losing all control at the moment. His body shakes every second, and he can't help but breathe heavily. His legs shift nervously as he tries to find something to hold onto. You lick your lips in anticipation. You're going to enjoy this. Very much.

You wrap your arms around each of Lucifer's deliciously toned thighs, with your head in between them. Your breath is hot against Lucifer's crotch and clothed bulge as you inch your face closer.

"I think you'll taste better due to the stimulant…" You inhale and hold your breath and kiss the wet patch on his trousers.

You haste in removing Lucifer's pants and undergarment, letting them fall to his ankles. Lucifer looks absolutely divine: flushed cheeks, breathless and shaking, his eyes darting everywhere. His lips are just slightly open and his eyes are dazed. His cock sticks out in the open, the tip glistens due to his excessive precum. He can't take it anymore. But, you, the master of seducing, have other plans.

You bite your lips while looking up at Lucifer's face and down to his twitching and wet cock in front of your face. Your grin is still evident as you tease Lucifer. However, your desire to taste him gets the better of you. You started kissing and licking the crevice of Lucifer's inner groin area.

"Oh…" Lucifer arches his back in pleasure. The sound of his moans fill the room, but it feels too good for him to be embarrassed. He pulls you closer, trying to get more of your lips. However, you move your head away and continue to edge him.

You can't help but snicker softly. You're enjoying this too much, you wonder how much Lucifer could take the teasing before you get down to his throbbing cock. With a now faint smile on your lips, you suck and lick the skin of Lucifer's groin – near the sides of his tightening ball sacks. Meanwhile, your hands are busy spreading and gripping his thighs open.

"Mmm... so soft." You can feel your cheek and nose make contact on his warm skin as you continue to give undivided attention to most of the area but Lucifer's weeping cock.

"My love... please…" Lucifer's moans grow louder as he continues to beg. You hold Lucifer's hips in place and keep him from moving. You continue to lick, suck and kiss the area of Lucifer's body close to his cock, teasing him with every touch.

Lucifer's eyes close in pleasure, the stimulant making it feel even better. He moves his thighs to give you full access. His body shudders and vibrates, making the couch shake slightly. Lucifer's muscles relax and tense at the same time. The moment is surreal.

"Ohh...!" Lucifer can't help but moan even louder. His body writhes and squirms, and his hands keep searching for something to hold onto – lest he fall over the couch. He desperately wants your mouth to touch his cock.

"Ahh, love... please!" Lucifer is in absolute agony as he tries to hold himself. Your teasing is making him go crazy. The sensation is akin to bolts of lightning that electrocute his muscles, albeit a pleasurable one. His body shakes every single second, while his breath is shallow and quick, making it even harder for him to try and keep control. He can't take this anymore. He needs relief. You feel your face getting warm and wet as Lucifer's precum drips from his tip, like a faucet that was left slightly opened.

"Please! Oh!" Lucifer's voice is hoarse, and his hands move down to his thighs so he can grab them, trying to hold himself down. He feels like he's about to explode in your mouth. He doesn't know how much more teasing he can take anymore.

Like a merciful saint, you rest your cheek on Lucifer's thigh as you look up and make eye contact with your husband. With a sly grin, you finally run a long swipe of your tongue on Lucifer's shaft – from the base to the tip - eating him whole; your movement slow and sensual, like you want it to last longer. One of your arms unwraps from his thighs and gently massages his delicate balls.

"Ahh… thank you." Lucifer's body tenses at the first touch of your tongue on his erect shaft. He closes his eyes and looks lost in pleasure. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he sharply gasps for air. His body shivers more violently. The stimulant and your touch on his tender length and balls make his senses and mind go insane from overstimulation.

"Ahh… Mmm." Lucifer lets out another deep moan. His eyes flutter in ecstasy as he almost reaches a climax right away. You stare at Lucifer with your tongue still on his slightly salty, leaking cock – tongue swirling and lips frequently sucking the tip.

Your throat vibrates as you hum while you blow him out. The sensation of Lucifer's cock occupying your mouth makes you leak under your underwear too. His cock is firm, warm and impressive – long and girthy – and frequently throbs inside. As he continues to squirm, you grab Lucifer's waist tightly to keep him steady on the couch while the pace of your head bobbing goes faster.

Lucifer's face is flushed, his muscles relax and tense again. His back arches as his body shudders uncontrollably. He leans closer to you, completely lost in the sensation. You can see the pleasure on Lucifer's face, the lust and desire overwhelming you. Lucifer's toes curl, and his fingers grab your hair tightly.

"This may be the best day of my life." Lucifer looks down at you with pleading eyes, his voice hoarse from all the begging and moaning. He looks ready to lose his mind in delight, especially with the stimulant still having a hold on him. The office is filled with the amorous sounds of your mouth sucking his cock. Lucifer's hair is damp and his eyes are fluttering.

"Mmm…" You moan, voice muffled as your mouth is occupied with something delicious.

"Oh... my…" Lucifer looks like he's in paradise, his expression of pleasure and his voice saying it all. He holds onto the couch's backrest, his muscles tense more. His body can't help but react to your touch. Lucifer looks gorgeous right now, his expression of ecstasy is undeniable.

Your mouth has, once again, focused on his leaking tip. Your nifty fingers gather the slick pooling at the base of his cock and you insert them on his clenching hole. At the same time, your other hand grips the base of his shaft – twisting and squeezing him tenderly.

"My…God!" Lucifer shakes in pleasure and loses control of his senses. His legs shake, he feels as if he is about to pass out. His eyes roll back, and his breathing accelerates again. The stimulant is still in full effect, and his arousal is overwhelming. He feels like he's on cloud nine, not caring about the room or his surroundings anymore.

Your eyes are shut as you continue to pleasure your husband. Tasting and swallowing your own saliva and Lucifer's precum. You gag as you push in deeper and let Lucifer’s cock go for a moment. You smile while looking up, your hand and fingers still stimulate him.

"You're so… you taste sweeter." You chuckle and kiss Lucifer's thighs again briefly. Your mouth and cheeks are wet and glisten against the light of the office.

"My... Ahh!" Lucifer's words are mumbled as his eyes are still rolled back. He is completely overwhelmed by your oral skills. Despite his struggles, his mouth is dry from the pleasurable sensations. He opens his eyes and looks down at you. He could see your face bright pink and your cheeks flushed with your arousal. Lucifer tries to pull away, but your hands are still holding him close. He is in no condition to move. All he can do is watch you devouring him.

Lucifer's voice is hoarse, it pains him to speak but it pains him even more to remain silent. His pleasure is building up again and again as your hand replaces your mouth, gripping and rubbing his cock firmly at a fast pace while your fingers stimulate his walls from the inside. He doesn't know how he'll be able to last long with this type of stimulation.

He breathes in and out, but it's as if he is forgetting to breathe properly with this overwhelming arousal. Lucifer squeezes his thighs around your head, trying to keep you in place.

You let him squeeze your head as the action makes it even more arousing. You let Lucifer guide you wherever he wants and set the pace, while you just keeps on blowing your husband. Your tongue proceeds to swirl around Lucifer's cock, your throat is being attacked, and your nose keeps on hitting Lucifer's skin every time you go down.

As your mouth does its ministrations, your hand grips Lucifer's cock firmly to keep it from moving around too much. You have your eyes shut, listening to the squelching noises and both of your moans. Lucifer's eyes remain shut in pleasure. He is in a state of pure euphoria right now, his senses completely overwhelmed by the stimulant.

“This good?” You tease, knowing full well that Lucifer can only mumble on his words.

Breathes in and out, but it's more as if he's taking quick gasps of air. Lucifer is shaking so much, but yet he doesn't feel embarrassed or want to stop. He is too lost to his own arousal and stimulation that he forgets time and space. Lucifer holds on to your head more firmly, pushing your mouth back on his slick-coated cock.

"My love, I can't…" Lucifer's mouth opens in a desperate moan as he feels your mouth sucking on his cock with fervor.

"You're driving me crazy…" Lucifer's voice is barely audible, but his words are filled with desperation and pleasure. His legs wrap even tighter around your head as he grips your hair to keep you in place. Lucifer's body is trembling so much that you can feel your husband throbbing against your fingers and mouth.

Your saliva and his precum froth and drip down his shaft and balls. Little bubbles accumulate at the base down to his hole and on the sofa. Your mouth and cheeks are soaked, your face is flushed red, your eyes are fluttering every time Lucifer hits the back of your throat and you are loving it.

You gag for a bit then try to laugh but you can't. Your mouth is fully occupied by something big and delicious – that being Lucifer's cock. Loving this intense blowjob, you pull out your fingers from his butthole and put your hand on his waist and your other hand clutches Lucifer's thigh, letting him fuck your mouth and throat with much abandon.

"Oh my god, you will kill me." Lucifer's words are still hoarse, his voice now shaky with pleasure. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh fills the room, your lips and tongue make a suctioning sound you eat him whole and he thrust deeply.

"My love, you're absolutely delightful." Lucifer closes his eyes and concentrates on the pleasures that you are giving him. His lips are parted, his jaw drops slightly and his breath grows heavier with every move of your head. He is so close to the edge, he can feel it. His body trembles and shivers in anticipation, his eyes are rolled back, and he tries to fight it but to no avail.

"I'm almost there!" Lucifer's teeth are gritting together as he tries not to lose control. His legs start shaking and quivering again, trying to remain still for you. The stimulant is playing tricks on his mind and body. He is trying to hold himself back, but he is too far gone to fight the overwhelming pleasure. Lucifer has no control over himself, and he knows you can sense it.

"My... love." Lucifer calls out to you, his voice is weak and hoarse but still filled with all the pleasure. Lucifer's face feels like it's on fire and so is yours, and his body is still shaking. It is getting so hard for him to endure the sensations and wait. He grips your head harder, trying to push you lower.

Your nose hits his crotch and your airway is constantly blocked by his shaft. You try your best not to gag and attempt to breathe through your nostrils. You get by and look up again at Lucifer’s face, which wrinkles in absolute pleasure.

After a few more seconds, Lucifer loses control. Lucifer let out a moan, that was louder than expected. He couldn't contain himself any longer. His teeth are gritting, he wants it so badly, and he knows he wouldn't be able to last long. He is about to explode with all this tension and arousal.

You can feel Lucifer's body convulsing, his temperature against your face and inside your mouth is too hot, his hips gyrating uncontrollably as he pushes your head down on his crotch. You shut your eyes again and stay still – gagging a bit. Your hand roams to his nipples, signaling Lucifer that it's okay to release while your other hand keeps Lucifer’s thighs open.

"Let go, Lucifer." You try to say but your mouth is still muffled by his cock.

The grip you have on his nipples and thigh loosens as Lucifer instinctively opens and closes his thighs with your head in between them in an aggressive manner. You rub your palm on Lucifer's lower back to soothe him. His body feels as if it's having a seizure, his hips buckling uncontrollably as his hips try to meet your head.

"I—I can't! I…" Lucifer feels his body being consumed by pleasure. His hips and legs move on their own, his thighs wrapped tightly around your head. His hands clutch your hair, his breathing becoming sharp and fast. Lucifer's eyes are closed, feeling every touch, every sensation. Every move of your tongue and lips is sending him deeper. He moans in ecstasy, wanting to release so badly, yet wanting this feeling to last a little bit longer. Lucifer pushes himself up again and again, mercilessly thrusting inside your mouth.

“Ahh! Yes! Yes!" His whole body is twitching, and his toes and heels clench. His muscles contract, and he almost feels a tingle in his fingertips.

"I'm coming! Oh God…" Lucifer groans loudly, feeling pleasure course through his veins. With a final push of your head and his hips, he closes his eyes and rests his head back while he releases his loads of cum in your eager mouth. Lucifer's eyes roll to the back of his head, his mouth hangs open, and his breath is deep and ragged. His body is shaking and trembling all over, and his hands are clenching your hair while his legs remain around your head.

"You're so… good." Lucifer is speechless as his senses are overwhelmed. He tries to say something coherent but it's pointless, he's in a world of his own. He trembles all over. Lucifer's legs shift and shake, quivering with pleasure. He moves his thighs and squeezes your head, forcing you to swallow everything. Lucifer is too far gone, he can't stop even if he is rough. His breathing is shallow and he's getting closer to the edge, unable to stop his body from releasing.

Your eyes fluttered when you felt Lucifer's cock hit too deep in the back of his throat. Your eyes are watery from the assault and you can only thank yourself about not gagging that much. Your own cock throbs under your trousers but you pay it no mind. Lucifer's pleasure is your priority as of now.

His thighs continue to shake as if they were going to snap in two. His tongue flicks in and out of his mouth with a slight gasp, his body trembling like never before. His body is sensitive all around, even the slightest touch is enough to make him squirm and twitch. He bites his lip and lets out a long and satisfied moan.

You stay in place while your mouth is being filled up by Lucifer's loads of warm cum. It tastes salty and a bit sweet. It's overall delicious. You can still feel Lucifer's cock twitch and throb in your whole mouth and around your swollen lips. You can't say something and you don't want to yet. In fact, you love this.

Lucifer's body spasms and jerks in your grip. He tries to catch his breath between heavy breaths. Lucifer's body shivers in your arms, all the pent-up pleasure that had been growing inside of him finally released. The stimulant was only intensifying the feelings he was experiencing while your mouth was on him.

Lucifer gasps in ecstasy, still overwhelmed by the feeling of having been released. His legs slowly unclench, still keeping you close to him.

"That was amazing..." Lucifer's voice sounds slightly raspy and hoarse, he's having a hard time speaking right now. He's still shaking, his muscles still tense.

You are both still catching your breaths. You pull your mouth away from Lucifer's cock, which is now limp the same as Lucifer's limbs. You swallow the extra cum that threatens to escape the corners of your lips. You didn't say a word yet, just admiring Lucifer's disheveled and dazed state.

Your throat feels a bit sore and your lips are throbbing like you had just eaten the spiciest food. Your hair sticks out to random directions due to him pulling and pushing your head a few seconds ago, your bangs are wet from the sweat on your forehead.

"Thanks. You were amazing as well, love." With a hoarse voice, you softly laugh as you sit on the floor and rest your head on his thigh. Your knees hurt from all that kneeling like you had worshiped a deity for hours on a concrete floor – you kind of did, and that deity would be Lucifer.

[feralkat]

A commission for @fleshkink who gave me the super fun prompt of a trans guy going through a rapid pregnancy and giving birth to triplets. This is also posted on AO3 and I'll have the link for that in my pinned post on my blog.

If anyone enjoys this and is able to, tips are hella appreciated since money is super tight right now or if you'd like to commission me go ahead and send a DM and we can work things out!

The Rule of Three

Word Count: 2.2k

Characters Used: Kieran (transmasc OC) & Max (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: rapid pregnancy, triplet birth, trans character giving birth, orgasmic birth. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Um..." Kieran mumbled into the phone, all words suddenly out of reach as he scoured his brain to find a way to tell his husband what was happening. "So... you - uh - you know how I suggested trying a - um - a fertility spell?" he stammered, staring down at his steadily growing stomach as it continued to swell.

"Yeah, I remember," Max said, suspicion clear in his tone. "I also remember us agreeing that those were too unpredictable and not worth the risk," he added.

Kieran sucked in a sharp breath as a baby landed a kick right to his ribs before he was able to respond. "Mmhmm, well... Maybe I decided to try one," he replied timidly, rubbing his free hand over his swollen stomach in an attempt to calm down the rapidly growing baby inside.

"Kieran."

The way Max growled his name said everything and, honestly, Kieran couldn't blame his husband for being upset. They had agreed not to use magic to conceive which is exactly what Kieran did.

"Yeah, um, so I think we're going to be parents a lot sooner than we expected," Kieran mumbled, he already looked like he was overdue with a huge baby (or two) and he assumed it couldn't be long before labor started.

"What do you mean by 'a lot sooner'?" Max questioned, apprehension clear in his voice.

A small, involuntary whimper left Kieran's throat as his whole midsection tensed, the cramp wrapping around his back and thighs. "T-Today? Maybe?" he answered tightly, having no idea if the labor would progress just as quickly.

"Today?! Shit, Kieran, I - fucking hell - I've gotta go. Love you."

Click.

For a few long moments, Kieran just sat there on the couch trying to process everything that just happened. Honestly, the only thing keeping him from completely losing it being the quick 'love you' that Max added before hanging up.

"Ah!" Kieran gasped as a gush of fluid left him, soaking his underwear and the couch cushion underneath him. "Okay, okay, okay," he mumbled to himself, taking a couple of deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm himself before he tried to get up.

It was difficult with the sudden heavy weight of his stomach and it took Kieran several tries before he finally managed to stand up.

He managed to take a few slow, unsteady steps before another contraction stopped him. Luckily, they weren't too bad yet so he was able to breathe through it before continuing to waddle to the bathroom to clean himself up - resolutely ignoring the pressure growing between his hips.

It was all going so fast and Kieran was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was even pregnant already - let alone about to give birth.

And he had no idea what Max was doing - if he was going to come home early from work or not - but he had a feeling that calling him again wouldn't help things.

Kieran peeled his soaked briefs off of himself once he got to the bathroom before stripping off his T-shirt, which had rolled up a while ago to sit on top of his large, rounded stomach. Not even a minute after stripping down, Kieran found himself leaning against the sink counter as another - stronger - contraction started.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he muttered through gritted teeth, the pressure between his hips slowly working its way down until it felt like a bowling ball had wedged itself into his pelvis.

There was just enough time between contractions for Kieran to start up the shower and step into the tub, but that one - along with the general added weight of his stomach - sent him to his knees.

This time he couldn't help but bear down a little against the increasingly intense pressure, a strangled groan coming from him that was equal parts pain and relief just from being able to push back against the pressure.

Reaching down with a shaking hand once the contraction was over, Kieran managed to slip two fingers into his vagina, wanting to see if he could figure out how dilated he was. Just the slight stretch of his fingers sent arousal burning through his veins, his cunt still sensitive from the night before along with all the different hormones coursing through his body right now. "Oh," he moaned, hole twitching and clenching around his fingers as the tips of them found his cervix.

It had to be something with the spell because Kieran was sure his cervix usually wasn't that intensely sensitive but right now? Fuck, Kieran almost couldn't keep his mind on track as he slowly spread his fingers.

Honestly unsure how to actually measure cervical dilation, Kieran could only guess that he had to be close to 10cm with how far apart he was able to spread his fingertips and the fact that he was almost certain he had brushed against the baby's head at one point.

Apparently, the pregnancy wasn't the only thing that was going to happen rapidly.

Kieran hardly pulled his fingers out of himself when his abdomen tensed again. "Oh God," he groaned, leaning forward against the edge of the tub and instinctively rocking his hips as the contraction built.

Again, he couldn't help but bear down as it got more intense and he swore he could feel a hard, heavy mass pressing against his cervix and forcing it to stretch even further. It was equally uncomfortable as it was oddly pleasurable and Kieran's head swam with the conflicting sensations.

That continued for a while, Kieran choosing to stay in the tub and let the warm shower water flow over his aching back as he worked through contraction after contraction.

It was all he could do, bearing down with each one and trying his best to ignore the heat flooding through his veins and the way his big, swollen clit throbbed between his legs every time.

There was no telling how much time had passed before Kieran, in the middle of a contraction, realized the pressure was moving lower and his cunt felt like it was filled to its limits by the time the contraction was over. "Fuck, oh fuck - it's coming," he whimpered to himself as another contraction started almost immediately after.

As he pushed, panting and moaning and grunting, he could feel his labia bulge and start to part. Everything hyper-sensitive in both the best and worst ways, clit throbbing as the skin under and around it pulled taught.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh - Ah!" Kieran cried out as all the sensations became too much all at once and he was pushed over into what had to be the best orgasm he's ever had. "OhmyGod, o-oh, oh God, ahh, fuckfuckfuck," Kieran whined, hips moving in small circles as he panted and cursed because fuck the baby was at a full crown and it was the best thing he has ever felt in his life.

That had to be thanks to the spell but by now Kieran wasn't really complaining about being stuck in orgasmic bliss as he goes through what is usually one of the most painful things a person can.

The sound of the front door opening broke him partially out of it, realizing that Max must have come home.

"Max!" Kieran cried out, sitting up carefully on his heels and gasping as the baby's head slid out just a tiny bit more from the movement. "Ohhh," he moaned as his stomach tightened in a contraction. "Max!" he shouted again, words strangled as he had no choice but to push, "Max, it's coming! It - Ahh!"

Kieran nearly screamed as the rest of the head popped out all at once, a gush of fluid and immense release of pressure coming with it that sent Kieran into a second, even more intense, orgasm which left him writhing and shaking until Max came in.

"Holy fucking Hell, Kie," Max's gruff voice exclaimed as he quickly knelt to the floor in front of Kieran. "Shit - lean back, babe, I can't see anything like this."

Unable to reply, Kieran just carefully leaned back against the other side of the tub. The change of angle made it so Max could see everything going on between his spread thighs, the baby slowly turning in preparation for the shoulders to come out.

"Okay - okayokayokay - M-Max, catch - catch it," Kieran stammered out as he felt one last contraction start, gritting his teeth and pushing as hard as he could.

Max was saying something to hm but Kieran barely heard him as his clit twitched and throbbed hard in response to the first shoulder making its way through.

All Kieran could do after that was sob through the rest of the contraction as his whole body pulsed with pleasure. He barely even realized when the baby slid the rest of the way out into Max's hands with another gush of fluid.

Panting hard as he came down from it all, Kieran collapsed against the tub and worked on catching his breath.

Once he managed to open his eyes a few seconds later, he found Max holding the newborn as it started to squirm and cry.

"Hey there," Max mumbled to the baby before grey eyes flicked up to look at Kieran. "Here, you hold her and I'll round up some supplies to deal with the rest of this," he said as he leaned over to put the fussing baby in Kieran's arms.

That's when it fully hit Kieran that holy fuck - he just gave birth despite not having even been pregnant yesterday.

It was the most surreal, unbelievable thing Kieran has ever experienced and he knew he and Max would have some things to talk about but, in the moment, Kieran couldn't stop smiling as he gently cooed at the infant to calm her down.

By the time Max had come back, cut the umbilical cord, and helped clean off and bundle up the infant, Kieran was starting to feel some cramps starting up again.

He could only assume it was the afterbirth even though his stomach was still quite swollen.

"Oh," Kieran whined, rocking his hips a little as pressure started to build. "H-Hey, Max," he muttered, grunting softly as his body instinctually gave a small push and that pressure increased tenfold. "Fuck," Kieran gritted out, unable to help but bear down against it and feeling the undeniable sensation of something big moving slowly through his cervix.

"What's wrong, Kie?" Max asked, taking his eyes off of their daughter to look over at Kieran again.

Panting as the contraction ended, Kieran looked down at his stomach and back up at Max. "I-I think... there's another - um - baby," he stammered. "Can you look?"

"Are you serious? Fuck," Max swore, "Hold on. Let me figure out where to put the kid down."

"Kay," Kieran squeaked out as another contraction began and he was forced to push whether he wanted to or not.

It was such a strange sensation, too. His cunt unbelievably sore from the first baby but still so intensely sensitive. It felt just as good as it hurt when he pushed.

At least until his abused labia started to bulge out and Kieran lost his momentum with the sudden burn. "Ahh!" he cried out, a hand flying between his thighs to press against his lips and hole. "M-Max," he whimpered shakily, panting and grunting as he gave a series of smaller pushes to try to make the stretch more manageable. "O-Oh God, Max, i-it's coming," he sobbed, lips bulging out more and more with each little push.

"I know, Kie, just breathe, I-"

"N-No, it's - fuck - it's coming now," Kieran managed to stammer as another contraction started and he was bearing down again with no hope to stop.

And fuck it was both the worst and best thing Kieran's ever felt, the intense burn of the head crowning coupled with Kieran subconsciously rubbing the heel of his hand against his throbbing, swollen clit.

There was no stopping it now, either, everything happening in mere seconds as the baby's head popped out and Kieran screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as another orgasm washed over him even as the contraction continued.

"Max!" Kieran cried out, feeling the baby's shoulders stretching him and knowing it would only be seconds before the rest was born.

And Max was just a little too slow, Kieran barely managing to catch the second baby as it came out with a gush of fluid. 

The couple sat in shocked silence - save for the two newborns fussing - for a few long moments while they came to terms with the fact that they suddenly had not only one surprise baby but two.

Anyway, that had to be all there was. Kieran’s stomach was still a bit swollen even after delivering the placenta but, despite the pregnancy happening all in one day, it would probably take a little while for Kieran’s body to recover and that was completely fine.

Except…

Kieran had just enough time to clean himself up, get into some comfy clothes, and have Max help him into bed to rest when his abdomen tightened in a very familiar way.

Max was in the other room with their two newest additions, trying to figure out how to get what they’d need for their surprise twins without having to leave Kieran alone in case something went wrong. 

It was a good thing Max stuck around, too, when Kieran suddenly yelled for him. 

By the time Max got into the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Kieran laying on his side, pants halfway off, and one leg pulled up to make way for the third baby that was starting to crown.