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[phanger]

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[noyasmashing]

★ GOOD BOY. shoyo!

౨ৎ :: masterlist. reblogs are very appreciated. (*≧∪≦)

• warning: hinata shoyo + gn!dom reader, spreader bar, handjob, praise, unrealistic portrayal of Hinata’s sensitivity : P

Hinata's desire to obey is objectively adorable, but his body seems to have a mind of its own. When he's shown affection, he can't help but exhibit a more... enthusiastic response. A gentle kiss on the cheek sends him into flustered giggles, touching his chest and he can't help but squirm away with a whimper. The moment you touch his cock, his thighs are clamping shut. His body instinctively reacts in a way that's hard for him to control. It's not that he's trying to be a bad boy; he's simply a bit more sensitive than others! Despite his best efforts to rein in his emotions, sometimes his body takes over, and he can't control himself.

It's only logical to consider investing in a spreader bar, allowing him to relax and fully immerse himself in the pleasure of a hand job. Though, he was still warming up for such an embarrassing idea.

The cuffs snapped into place with a reassuring click, securing Hinata's ankles firmly. “D-do we really have to do this?” He whined, his face flushed bright red as he tried to hide behind his hands. Despite his best efforts to appear annoyed, his body betrayed him, his cock twitching and leaking precariously close to his navel. The sight was almost too adorable to resist, and you couldn't help but rub your thighs together.

“Don't worry Sho, I'm gunna take care of you, 'kay? ” You cooed, planting a soft kiss on the sensitive inside of his knee. You couldn't help but draw closer, your lips brushing against his skin as you moved up towards him.

“Y-you’re so embarrassing!” He pouted, removing his hands enough for you to look into his watery eyes. His sulky expression only made him more adorable.

“Embarrassing? It’s cute, it would be…so easy to fuck you like this. I’m sure you want that, huh?” You purr with a small giggle, your finger tracing a slow, teasing path along his chiseled torso. He whines at the lewd words leaving your lips, his abs flexing as you touch him. But of course, he agrees, slightly nodding, a hint of a smile playing on your lips as you watch his facial expressions.

As your hand reaches his lower stomach, he feels the unmistakable sensation of your fingers wrapping around his rigid length. A soft, shaky moan escapes his lips as you tighten your grip, and the sound of the cuffs clinking against each other as he tries to clench his legs is like music to your ears. You coo softly, dragging your hand firmly along the length of him, guiding the copious pre-cum that leaks from his tip endlessly.

As you establish a steady rhythm, your thumb teasing the tender slit of his penis, he's powerless to resist the urge to arch his back off the bed. The air is filled with the sound of his ragged breathing, punctuated by soft whimpers and gasps as he struggles to remain still.

“P-please, can you, please-fuckk, slow down!” His words are barely intelligible, his voice trembling with desperation. It's the first time you haven’t had to pause to reposition his thighs, and normally that brief respite would allow him to recompose himself. But now, he's acutely aware that he's hovering on the brink of release.

“You can handle it.” you soothe, your voice a gentle whisper as you slow your pace to a tantalizing crawl. But it's clear that the respite is fleeting, as his legs begin to quiver and twitch, his muscles straining to contain the pent-up desire. A single tear escapes his eye, followed by another, as he clutches at your shirt for comfort.

"Aaaaah!" He wails, his voice cracking as your hand flicks around his head, sending shivers coursing through his body. "I can't... I can't take it! S-slow down, it's too much!" he cries out, his words punctuated by ragged gasps. His grip on your shirt tightens, pulling you closer as if seeking comfort in the proximity.

You exhale a gentle sigh, slowing your pace to a mere whisper, as you gaze at him with a soothing intensity. His body begins to relax, ever so slightly, a soft "sorry" escaping his lips, his tears glistening on his flushed cheeks.

"Shh, don't apologize," you whisper, your voice a gentle balm to his frazzled nerves. "Let me take care of you. I'll be right here with you, watching over you. Just relax for me, okay?" You speak softly, your words dripping with reassurance as you gently cradle his balls in your palm, massaging them with a gentle pressure that's both calming and intimate. He looks up at you, his eyes searching for comfort, and nods slowly, as if accepting your promise.

You resume your steady rhythm, your gaze locked on his puffy face as you monitor his reactions. His lips part slightly, releasing soft, strained moans, his eyelids squeezed shut as if to block out the intensity of his sensations. "Feels... good," he stammers, his words barely audible.

As your hand reaches his head, his thighs stiffen, trying to fold in on themselves in an attempt to contain the overwhelming sensations. But when your hand descends back to his base, they relax once more, releasing the tension. His body seems to be begging to curl into a ball, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure coursing through him.

As your pace returns to its original rhythm, he's helpless but to surrender to your touch. He can’t help but bury his head in your chest, his face pressed against the fabric as he tries to escape the intensity of his emotions.

"Ah, is my good boy savoring every moment?" you ask, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head, your voice warm and soothing. You catch his whispered response, "It's too much," but it doesn't deter you from continuing to lavish attention on him.

As your fingers smooth across his skin, his hips begin to move in time with your touch, his body involuntarily thrusting against your hand in a primal rhythm. The unmistakable sign of his impending climax sends a thrill through you, and you smile to yourself. "You can let go whenever you need to, Shoyo," you whisper, pulling back to gaze at his contorted face, his features puffy from crying.

He doesn't respond, his eyes glazing over as he nods his head in a slow, uncoordinated motion. His hands flail wildly, grasping for your arm or the sheets, before tightening around his own legs in a futile attempt to contain himself. The bed creaks and groans beneath him as he strains against the bar, his movements growing more frantic by the second.

Suddenly, his body begins to shake and he bursts into sobs. The bar rattles ominously as he thrashes against it, his legs straining against the restraints with a force that makes you worry they might snap. "I'm getting... d-dizzy... I feel dizzy, mommy," he whimpers, his eyes pleading for comfort and reassurance.

"It's okay, Shoyo," you coo, trying to soothe him. "You've been such a good boy for me. You're my good boy, right?" He nods vigorously, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he lets out a guttural moan.

It's a matter of moments before his release, and it's a departure from his usual, curl-up-into-a-ball pattern. Instead, his body stiffens, as if trying to hold itself together, and he lets out keening moans that shatter the air. His eyes flutter shut, and he arches his back, his torso bowing into your touch. The white fluid splashes against his stomach, coating his tightened abs.

It's clear this is one of his most explosive releases in a while, and his sensitivity is amplified to the point where he can't even feel the touch of your fingers anymore.

As you milk out the last drops, you're struck by the visual feast before you: swollen lips, tear-stained eyes, and a still-pulsating tip.

But as he blinks up at you, his red-rimmed eyes seeking reassurance, you can't help but smile at your beautiful boy. You run a gentle hand through his hair, whispering, "My good boy," as you cradle him in your arms.

[billskeis]

i quickly thought of this after watching a porno and needed to get it out.

ᡣ𐭩 loser virgin bill and his experienced gf

“a-and you’re sure you’re okay with this..?” he stutters as you’re already opening your mouth, drooling at the pretty cock in front of your face, mushroom tip leaking with pre. you stop and just look at bill, whose thighs tremble in nervousness but anticipation as you talked about giving bill a blowjob.

“of course i am! wouldn’t have gone this far if i wasn’t, hm?” you lean your head to rest on one of bill’s thighs looking up at him as he sits upright on the edge of his bed, propped on his elbows as you sit on your knees placed right between his legs. “o-okay..” smiling brightly at the boy in front of you.

sticking out your tongue, wet with drool from how you’re salivating. you’ve been waiting for this moment forever, the right time to finally pounce. from simply hanging out and watching movies in his bedroom, you pulled up with the ‘can i suck you off?’ question, leaving bill in complete and utter shock. and to your surprise, he said yes.

bill has no experience. whatsoever. its so cute. he gets all shy and flustered whenever you make an advance on him. holding his hips, kissing his neck, whispering dirty things into his ears. he’s never known what it’s like to cum. never masturbated in his life. never seen porn before. he’s never fucking seen a tit or pussy, period.

this excites you to the max. you can’t help but physically get wet at the thought of taking your boyfriend’s virginity and corrupting him. and here you are, about to make it happen. you lick up the length of bill’s cock, he whimpers, it’s high pitch and nasally. fucking delicious, you thought.

“ahhnn, y-y/n..” “shhhh baby just let me do all’tha work mmkay?” he nods feverishly, gripping the sheets as you work your tongue along the shaft of his penis. feeling it throb against the flat of your tongue, you moan, propping both your hands on each of his thighs as you hold them wider and begin to bring your whole mouth to the tip of his cock.

engulfing it, you swirl your tongue around the head, ensuring that you lick up alllll the precum that gloops out. “oohh.. f-fuck..” you kitten lick at his cock and look at him, smirking as his dick stays in your mouth, “feelsh’good?” as you talk with his dick in your mouth, bill can’t help but shudder at the erotic scene in front of him. is this what porn is like?

“ja.. my tummy feels nice..” bless his heart. “does it now?” and before he could speak, you go down, bobbing your head up and down his thick length as you motion your tongue to continuously run against the flesh of his cock, feeling every vein that decors his member, cupping his balls in your hands as you fondle them.

“eek! schatzi! no! please!” bill’s legs attempt to clamp close as he tries to bring your head up from his cock, overstimulated from the sudden pleasure of a blowjob. he’s sooo sensitive.. but it’s his fault! how can someone so cute never have gotten a blowjob?? you feel honoured to be his first, and you wanna make sure it’s the best and last he’s ever had.

you swat away at his feeble attempts to escape from you. sucking even harder, you’re hollowing out your cheeks and stick your tongue out deeper to make sure you don’t gag, deep-throating him. his tip hits the back of your throat leading you to moan at the sensation. bill can only moan, mouth formed into an O shape as the rest of his body falls against the bed, there’s no winning with you and he’s given up on trying to stop you.

the sounds are nasty, lewd, wet, and squelchy as you blow off your boyfriend, occasionally stopping to pay extra attention to the head of bill’s cock, his favourite spot. you can tell it’s his favourite because he get’s especially whiny when you do.

“y/n..! y/n baby please stop ‘m gonna pee.. please!!” but you don’t. you don’t understand the concept of stopping because you’ve already gone this far. but bill doesn’t understand that he’s not actually gonna ‘pee.’ how silly of him x3! such a naive boy..

as much as he wants you to stop. he feels shooo good. he’s just too shy to actually admit it, feeling like a complete loser for moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat cause it’s his first blowjob. he hates how much more experienced you are than him. he wants to make you feel good too! but that’s a discussion for a later time.

as you suckle on the tip, bill finally sees white. breathing extremely heavy, his moans are caught in his throat and they come out as cries. his thighs shake and tremble as he paints your throat walls a creamy white. you milk him, ensuring to suck out every drop of cum from him. it’s delicious, you love the taste. it’s even tastier coming from bill, an addicting ambrosia that you can’t wait to get more of.

latching off bill’s cock with a ‘pop!’ you lick at the cum that formed on the flesh of your lips, relishing in the taste. smirking at your boyfriend, you giggle at how he can’t look at you, eyes darting to everywhere in the room but you. that is, until you cup his face to look at you and place a kiss to his lips.

you dart your tongue to enter his mouth, assaulting his own. tasting himself, he cringes at the taste of his own cum. you like this? he moans into the kiss, not knowing where to place them, holding himself up on the bed instead as you now sit in his lap. as you part lips with him, bill snuggles his head into your chest, now hugging you. “you okay? how was it?” “felt s’good.. i want more..”

petting his hair, you can’t help but laugh at how cute he is. you get up from his lap to grab the tv remote from the floor, movie finished from your previous session. reaching for it from over the bed, bill gasps as he stares at you in front of him, ass up with your skirt all ridden up to reveal the wet patch on your panties. you’re soaked from just sucking him off. “y-y/n.. you’re.. um, i-i—”

“hmm? oh! ‘s all your fault billy.. now come fix it..”

[dirtyvulture]

Peeping Jeff

Natasha Romanoff x Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You and Natasha have some fun when an uninvited guest stops by.

Word count: 2095

AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

No land sharks were harmed in the writing of this fic.

“Eyes on me,” Natasha says.

“Yes, ma’am,” you say, as if you’ll dare disobey her. Not when she’s dressed in the thinnest pair of black lingerie she owns and is currently rotating slowly around the stripper pole she had installed in the bedroom almost a month ago. It was probably the best investment the two of you ever made, and even Tony had to comment on its usefulness when he brought the contractors in.

You settle back in the bed, ready for your private show. You’re only wearing your boxers now and the bulge between your legs continues to tent as Natasha scales up the pole almost to the ceiling. She wraps her legs around it, wedging it in the crook of her knee to hold her weight while she lets go with her arms, leaning back until her hair cascades in a fiery red wave. 

“Don’t touch yourself,” Natasha warns when she sees your hand moving towards your own crotch. You can’t always help yourself; seeing your girlfriend like this demands an attention that she is too far away to provide. You sigh in frustration, but force your hands back to your sides.

Natasha slides down the pole a few feet, tilting back until her head is lower than the rest of her body. Your eyes focus on her perfect breasts ready to spill out of their delicate cage and how perfectly they press together when she moves. 

She suddenly releases her hold on the pole with her legs and she drops to the floor.

“Nat!” you cry, almost jumping off the bed until you see that she’s stopped herself just in time, now hovering inches off the floor. 

“I’m fine,” she snips, almost like she’s upset you thought she had so little strength and would hurt herself.

“Okay, okay.”

As Natasha continues her performance, neither of you notice that it’s now become a public showing when two dark beady eyes look through the crack of the bedroom door that you’ve accidentally left slightly ajar. The eyes widen when they see Natasha and the silver, shiny pole. But after a few moments, they are distracted by the rumbling in their belly and continue padding down the hall to the kitchen. 

By the time Natasha is off the pole and sauntering over to you, you’ve given up all restraint and are jerking yourself off in your boxers, stopping only when she climbs on top of you and grinds down on your crotch.

“Did you like my show?” Natasha asks, but it’s a pointless question.

“I loved it, baby,” you pant, tilting your head up desperately for a kiss. You don’t even notice she’s pulled your boxers off and her own panties until you suddenly feel her wetness brush against your cock. “Oh fuck, Nat.”

She sinks down without warning, enveloping you in perfect, silky heat. You buck up instinctively, trying to fit your entire length into her, the ache of arousal in the pit of your stomach slightly soothed as she surrounds you. 

Natasha locks her hands around your neck to steady yourself as you thrust into her. You press your face into her chest, inhaling the scent of her skin and wrapping your arms around her back to keep her close to you.

“Right there, baby,” she moans as you jack your hips up until they slap against hers. “Keep going, keep going.”

“You’re always so tight around me,” you grunt, twitching at the sound of your slick cock sliding in and out of her. “You’re so perfect, Nat. Every part of you.”

She hums in agreement, bouncing on your cock and causing the whole bed frame to shake. 

You hadn’t realized how turned on Natasha was over her own performance until her walls clamp around you, almost preventing you from pulling out, and her wetness dripping down your cock. You thrust up in one final, rough move, emptying yourself into her, your hips raised off the bed until your thighs are trembling from the effort before you collapse back down and Natasha rests on top of you. 

The two of you stay like that for a long time, until your alarm goes off, alerting you that you have to get ready for the next event.

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“I swear, we go to one of these a week,” Natasha says, snagging a martini from one of the passing waiters. She clinks it against your cocktail glass and the both of you take a sip in solidarity.

“You know Tony. Any excuse he has to party, he’ll put one on,” you respond, turning with her to face the crowd of people swaying on the dance floor. You swear you’ve never seen the same person twice at these parties and sometimes wonder if Tony just puts up a flier on the Internet advertising there’s a party at the Avengers Tower. It would explain the amount of times you’ve been asked to take pictures or sign autographs. 

“You tired?” you ask Natasha as she sighs and leans against your arm. 

“Not any more than usual.” You know she’s not a fan of these gatherings any more than you are.

“We can go soon,” you offer.

“It’s okay,” she says.

The two of you sit at the bar and try to avoid any other interactions. You bob your head absently to the beat of the music as Natasha drinks another martini. Bruce comes over, trying to strike up a conversation with Natasha as you glare at him with your arm looped firmly around her waist. 

“Tony said he had a surprise for tonight,” Bruce says. 

“Is it going to happen anytime soon? It’s almost our bed time,” Natasha yawns.

As if on cue, the music suddenly stops and the lights flash on to their full power. The crowd on the dance floor murmurs their annoyance as Tony appears on the DJ’s stage.

“Thank you to everyone who came out tonight!” he says. “I know I host a lot of these, and I’m always trying new things to keep them interesting. Behold, my latest addition to the Stark party experience!”

Tony holds his hands up, and the spotlights direct to a panel on the ceiling that slides back. Something silver and shiny pokes down, slowly revealing itself to be a singular, metal pole. It takes a second for it to click what it is. 

“Oh God,” Natasha says, shaking her head.

“Is that a stripper pole?” Bruce asks.

“Yep,” you answer. “I wonder if he got the idea from the one we had installed in our room–”

Bruce turns on you incredulously. “Wait, you have a–”

“Who wants to give it a try?” Tony asks as the lights dim, all focus on the shiny silver pole now. No one in the crowd moves at first. 

“I will give it a go!” a deep voice booms and Thor comes forward as people begin cheering and clapping for him.

“Oh, this will be good,” Natasha comments. You move closer to get a better view of your co-worker as he steps up to the pole, sizing it up for a few seconds before grabbing onto it firmly. Women start cheering as Thor hesitantly swings himself around the pole, as if he doesn’t trust such a flimsy object to support him, but with the encouragement of the crowd, he gains some confidence and starts to dance as if the pole is his partner.

“Only Tony could come up with something like this,” you say, impressed at how flexible the god of thunder is.  

“This is definitely going online,” Bruce notes, counting the number of cellphones people have out to capture the moment.

“You want to give it a try, Nat?” you tease.

“Nope. Because that’s a show for you only,” she says, pressing against you to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“All right, all right, give it up for the god of thunder!” Tony says, gesturing for Thor to leave center stage as the crowd of women swarm him from your view. “Who’s up next?” His eyes sweep across the room, searching for another victim. You accidentally make eye contact with him and your heart drops as he points to you. “Come on over, Y/N–” 

“Mrrrr.” 

You pause mid-step as everyone hears the same noise echo in the room. It’s one you’re more than familiar with, but you aren’t quite sure it’s the right one you’ve heard until you see Jeff the land shark, in his one-foot tall glory, waddling towards center stage.

Murmurs carry around as the little shark approaches the silver pole and gives it a few sniffs.

“Is that Jeff?”

“What is he doing here?”

“Is he even old enough to be here?”

“Mrrrr!” he huffs indignantly at that last comment. When you pause to think about it, you aren’t really sure what Jeff’s age is. While he is a great deal smaller than his terrifying, fully-grown counterparts, rumor had it that Jeff aged just the same but simply did not outgrow his smaller form. So for all you knew, he was perfectly of age to be at a Tony Stark party.

“Give it up for Jeff the land shark!” Tony exclaims, increasing the volume of the music. 

“Go, Jeff!” you shout and Natasha smacks your shoulder. “Ow, what was that for?”

“Do not encourage him! He’s just a baby and probably shouldn’t even be here–”

“We don’t know that for sure,” you defend.  

“Watch him be better than Thor,” Bruce says.

Jeff stands on his hind legs to inspect the pole; you wonder if he has the grip strength to lift himself up. Natasha had lectured you on the difficulties of her new hobby, even offering you the opportunity to try it yourself, and while you were plenty strong, you had no flexibility or grace, thus resulting in a less-than-stellar show for her. 

However, Jeff is already showing you up as he clutches onto the pole tightly with his fingers, pushing off the ground with his back feet and using his momentum to swing around the pole with his round body.

People scream and cheer at his first attempt. He steadies himself, carefully inching up the pole until he is at a height where everyone in the room could see him. He tilts his head back as he spins around the pole again, almost like he’s in slow-motion. You had no idea a land shark could be this graceful or fluid. 

Everyone is entranced by his performance, as Jeff flaps his tail to propel himself faster around the pole. He dips back until he’s almost upside-down, before he lessens his grip on the pole just enough to come sliding down at a speed that drops your heart, but he stops before his head touches the floor. 

The applause is raucous.  

“Isn’t that what I did last night?” Natasha says suddenly, but you’re too enthralled to respond. 

“He’s better than you, Nat,” you tease with a nudge. Jeff climbs up the pole again, then clamps his jaws around it, swinging his round body out in a move you can only describe as being the land shark version of a human flag–one of the most difficult calisthenic exercises you’ve ever tried to learn. But whereas it took you months of intensive training to achieve a human flag for even 5 seconds, Jeff seems to have flawless core strength as he holds his body out, perfectly perpendicular to the floor. 

“YEAH, JEFF!” you scream, scaring Natasha. You’re probably one of the few people here who truly understand the difficulties of the exercise, and you want to make sure Jeff’s feat is appropriately appreciated.  

Jeff takes the pole in his hands again, twirling around it while pausing in several positions with his legs split or kicked out. He mimes walking on air for a few seconds during his descent and if the crowd hadn’t been loud already, you’re pretty sure they’re going to shatter the windows. Jeff lands safely on the floor, bounding up and bowing as people take pictures and continue to cheer. 

“I wonder where he learned how to do that,” Bruce says, clapping his hands.

“Yes,” Natasha agrees, a strange realization dawning on her but she’s too embarrassed to say it out loud. She will have to make sure the bedroom door is properly closed and locked from now on. “I wonder…”  

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AN: Special thanks to @nameforthemain for this beautiful sketch that inspired this fic!

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[arriansarchive]

hello :)

can I request that ron weasley gets absolutely dominated by male! slytherin! reader, degrading him and asking him to beg? maybe?? If it's not too much you can throw in some overstim and/or fluff too.

thank you・⁠∀⁠・

- 🎗️anon

Sub!Ron Weasley/Dom!Slytherin!Male Reader

OOOUGH I actually love this prompt

I love you 🎗️anon

I couldn't fit the fluff correctly in there, but there's a hug at the end, so take that I guess

And I didn't know how to input the Slytherin part really, but it's there somewhere

Let's goooo first full post back

Okay onto the story

Summary: request above

The fun really started once you and your boyfriend, Ron Weasley, entered the empty bathroom. He had been teasing you all day with his hands rubbing up and down your legs when you passed each other, giving you a very noticeable erection.

It was torture, so you vowed to take him to task once you were alone in the bathroom where you normally met between classes. Whenever the time finally came, you pushed him against the sink and pressed your lips onto his viciously.

"You're a bitch, Ron. An annoying, horny bitch." You panted a little as you tugged his pants off to reveal his extremely hard penis. You raised your eyebrows in muted surprise. He had been planning for this.

"Well, it seems like you enjoy it a fair amount.* He whispered in your ear, motioning to the erection you also had.

You dropped to your knees suddenly once his pants were off and wrapped your supple lips around the head of his dripping penis. Ron let out a low groan that echoed throughout the bathroom; you hoped nobody would hear.

"Shut up!" You reached up and clamped a hand over his mouth.

He moaned into your hand as you continued to move your tongue around his sensitive skin in a dance. You smiled as best you could with his penis in your mouth, wondering if he was feeling the same torture you felt all day.

You pulled your mouth off momentarily, "How does it feel.

Ron moaned a little louder, but your hand muffled the pleasured noise. You could tell that he was getting closer to his climax though you never intended to stop whenever he came.

He started to convulse, obviously pent up from the past busy week, whenever he came hard. You felt the ropes of the salty, sticky substance coat your tongue. Usually, you didn't enjoy swallowing the liquid, but today you just wanted it out of the way.

"Oh, Merlin; I've been waiting all day for that." He smiled lightly.

You looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. "I'm not done."

You see his Adams apple bob up and down in a gulp of excitement or nervousness; you can't tell. Ron enjoys overstimulation, and you're excellent at going it, so it all works out.

Your hand went down from Ron's face and cupped his penis in your hand gently. It twitches from the mere touch.

"Fuck!" Ron swore.

You smirk a little. "Just a little bit, and I'll be done."

You kiss the lip and drag your tongue down to the base of his dick. He shivers above you, grabbing your head, pushing you down while he quivered.

"Okay, okay, stop!" He groaned in pleasured agony.

His tip was leaking, and he was hard once again, but you stopped anyway. As you stood, he grabbed your arm regretfully.

"Wait! Now that I'm hard again, can you please continue?" He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

You smiled with a false sense of sympathy and gave him a big hug. "You know what? I think I'll leave you to do that, Ron."

Ron stood speechless as you sauntered out of the room, chuckling behind the hand covering your mouth. He's definitely going to get you back tomorrow.

[strawbrrycuteblog]

hello Elle!

can I request for cat!jay X puppy!reader?

Could you also make it like an office theme (sorry if I'm asking for too much 😭)

-❄️anon

Jay walked into the building, looking around as his little tail giving him away whilst it flickered around. You and Jay have been having this little cat and mouse game for a couple of weeks now.

Little butt slaps and little hair pulling here and there, Jay and his little kitten instincts liked the playful attitude you had, not to mention the body you had, your hips had curves and you hair was perfect for him to grip.

Your eyes sparkled and when you had to look at him to speak to him, the puppy reminded of how wrong it is to be fucking you.

Not that you were married but you were his assistant for fucks sake! He’d get fired if anyone knew. Yet..here y’all were..

Jay groaned as he pushed your head further down to force his penis down your throat, pulling tears out of your eyes as you were being a good obedient pup.

“Just like that baby..” Jay moaned out as his hips bucked.

His ears picking up every single slobber or juicy sound that your pink mouth made..

You multitasking and humping against his leg as you sucked him off, he couldn’t get enough, he didn’t think he ever would.

“Fuck baby..” he’d grunt out as your slimy lips rutted against him, your tail just easily brushing against his desk, he gripped your hair (like usual) and pulled you off.

“A-am I doing good?” You looked at him as you asked for validation. Not flat out but he could hear the need for his validation you so desperately wanted.

“Doing just fine pup..but I need to feel you..”

He pulled your hips in and sat you on his desk, the big window behind him wouldn’t hide the way the sun made your pussy glisten.

He took a finger and ran it through your folds, then bringing the slick to his own mouth and licking it off as his ears perked up at the lovely taste his buds picked up, he let out a groan and started to purr.

“Always tasting so sweet for me?”

“I-I’ve been eating more pineapple..”

He chuckled at how adorable you were, you always read things about how to make yourself taste better or even look better, he saw your whole search history.

“I know..”

“But nothing is sweeter than your tight walls around me babe.”

To that he pushed his mushroom shaped head past your entrance which made you whimper, the stretch always making you whine and cry.

“Shit! Too big!”

“You can take it doll..you always can..” he whispered against your neck, licking and purring against it.

You shook your head whilst clamping down on him. You could barely take him in your mouth let alone the feeling of his tip spearing into your cervix, you didn’t think it was possible for someone to push past your cervix but fuck! It felt like he could do it.

“Yeah that’s right..be a good little pup and take me..” he purred.

You were so sure he’d broken your walls by now, the force he had was impeccable. Looking at his body, his half unbuttoned white shirt and dress pants that had the belt hanging to free his big, throbbing cock.

That cock. His cock. The pretty tip and the thic-

“Jay! Fuck I’m cumming!”

He groaned again and spurt his seed into your pussy, letting his load seep into your fuckhole.

The thickness, the way it could make you cum so fast, the amount of dildos you’ve bought to imitate the feeling his dick provided had you broke. Hence why you were here in the first place.

Okay so this is the best I can do for now! If you want any changed lmk!! Mwah mwah!! 💋

[kidlawevents]

🌷Bottom Eustass Kid Week Masterlist🌷

Please check out our masterlist for the bottom Eustass Kid event and give the writers and artists some love. ♡

We were positively surprised by so many awesome people taking part and want to thank everyone! If we've missed anyone's work or any of the links doesn't work, don't hesitate to message us.

Art

Kid

Bondage by Alana

Bondage by Yami

Kid/Katakuri

Day 1 by @fantasmafuera

Day 3 / pining by @fantasmafuera

Day 4 by @fantasmafuera

Day 5 / aftercare by @fantasmafuera

Day 2 & 6 by @fantasmafuera

Day 7 / breeding by @fantasmafuera

Day 8 / cow Kid by @fantasmafuera

Kid/Killer

Praise kink by Yami

Sharing a bath by Yami

Kid/Law

Gay panic by @attyattlaw

Bondage by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Praise kink by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Sharing a bath by @glooumnastas

Aftercare by Yami

Overstimulation by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Overstimulation by Yami

Breeding kink by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Kid/Shanks

Breeding by Yami

3some

Kid/Heat/Wire by @glooumnastas (full pic on Twitter)

Kid/Law/Robin by @sorellaerba

Kid/Law/Luffy by Yami

Fanfic

Kid/Reader

Merinthophilia by @quinloki

cw: bondage, oral sex, gn-reader (no details other than they’re smaller than Eustass), swearing 18+ only.

Ap-Praising-ly by @quinloki

cw: praise, jerking-off, kind of maybe foot fetish but you might have to squint, gn reader 18+ only.

Bottom!Kid - Day 4 by @quinloki

cw: omegaverse / a/b/o, alpha Eustass, omega reader, bottom!Eustass but I lost control of him at the end. Gender neutral reader (no genitalia descriptions, no pronouns), strap-on. 18+ only.

Bottom!Kid - Day 5 by @quinloki

cw: camboy, masturbation, reader not visible (user name UnderstatedGrin), lingerie, penis piercings referenced. 18+ only.

Benched by @quinloki

cw: breeding, group sex, afab reader, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, voyeurism, explicit, 18+ only.

Kid/Killer

Bondage & 'S&M' by Rhianna by @thegrandlinesimp (2,845 words)

Warnings: Bondage (shibari), collaring, flail usage, nipple clamps, cock cage, orgasm denial, Kid struggling to submit but really wanting to so it seems dubious but really isn't, Killer being posessive (if I missed anything let me know)

Aftercare by @thegrandlinesimp (2,508 words)

Warnings: Shibari, painplay, blindfold, deep subspace, nipple clamps, shower sex, abundance of fluff

Praise Kink & Overstimulation by @thegrandlinesimp (3,374 words)

Warnings: Bondage, past slavery, overstimulation, Kid getting fucked silly for the first time and loving it

Coming Undone by Fen (10,718 words)

Kid is stressed and his usual way of destressing isn't cutting it anymore. His best friend (with benefits) suggests switching it up by having Kid give up control for once. After some deliberation and some negotiation, Kid reluctantly agrees—promptly finding that he gets more than he bargained for.

Kid/Law

Praise kink by @sneakend (2,122 words)

Tags: Established Relationship, Dom/sub, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Praise Kink

Get some by @sneakend (2,115 words)

When Kid gets temporarily turned into a woman, Law's more interested in testing out his new body than fixing the situation.

Behind the night by @sneakend (5,860 words)

It's been a long time since Kid was in heat and Law can't wait to take full advantage of the situation.

Kid/Robin + Kid/Law

Rhapsody by @sneakend (3,538 words)

Penguin and Shachi introduce Law to the wonderful world of live streaming.

Kid/Shanks

Prisoner by Lentils (4,695 words)

After the attack on the ship, Kid was fished out of the water is chained in a room on The Red Force. His captor, Shanks has asked Kid to join his fleet to which he flatly refuses. Shanks return everyday to talk to Kid, have a place to drink, or just enjoy 'the view.' Each time he comes by he seems to get creepier.

3some

Triage by @sneakend (3,766 words) Kid/Law/Penguin

When Shachi finds a one-night stand at the bar, Penguin's expecting his night to be ruined. Luckily, Kid's pretty good at cheering people up.

Try-to-affect-ya by @quinloki Kid/Law/Reader

cw: spicy threesome, afab reader, trafalgar law, oral sex, anal sex, swearing, bratty behavior 18+ only.

[thegoofyfanaticus]

(( Art is commissioned from the incredibly talented ArtReplicant. Original story by me. )) Greg enjoyed using Daniel's pride against him. It was a flaw Greg noted that many in this club had. They all refused to submit when they were beaten and suffered severe injury as a result all because they were not man enough to admit they had been bested. Greg thinks Daniel should know that the fight is over in this particular instance. Any chance he had to overpower Greg was long past. Just from this fight, Greg figured Daniel knew that he would not relax the onslaught on Daniel. The only possible way Daniel would win was if Greg allowed the two on their feet and Daniel was able to muster a well-placed shot to the head. Greg chuckled to himself thinking that Daniel was incredibly stupid if he held out on that hope. Greg was a grappler and though Greg loved a good fistfight as much as the next alpha (especially ones outdoors, in the woods, in only jeans), he was not going to allow Daniel to breathe. This is the biggest reason Greg had wrapped his powerful thighs around Daniel and locked in extremely tight body scissors around Daniel's softened weak abs. Daniel coughed and moaned as the pressure pushed whatever short breaths he had taken in back out. Greg's thighs were powerful and rock-hard. Daniel could feel all of the various muscles in Greg's legs flex as Greg increased the pressure on his abdominals. Greg's muscles put pressure in the region of Daniel's torso that was just below the diaphragm meaning Daniel could not expand his lungs fully to get deep breaths, but could take shallow breaths thus preventing him from being knocked unconscious. Daniel's one free arm desperately tried to pull Greg's ankle out of the lock that created unbearable pressure on his abs. "AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! FFUUUAAAAHHHCCCKKKk!!!!!" yelled Daniel loudly as Greg added one more squeeze to the mix. Greg had clamped his right hand on Daniel's bulge and began squeezing Daniel's erect penis that lay directly under his black compression shorts.  Greg could feel Daniel's penis twitch as he squeezed. He also felt the slight dampness at the tip as precum had started to leak from Daniel's penis. Daniel's head arched backward as he hollered in pain. Greg twisted as he squeezed causing Daniel to clench his fists tightly to try and withstand the pain. Daniel would not let Greg win by clawing his cock and balls so he resisted the urge to tap or yell his submission. If he had, he would never live down the fact that his manhood was the reason he had to give up. Greg looked at Daniel with a sly smile and increased the pressure on both his scissors and claw, "You and I know; hell, I'm sure everyone including the cubs knows, that this fight is over. Now I will expose the biggest flaw of all alphas who let pride stand in the way of admitting defeat. Prepare to be broken, old man..."

[phanger]

Male Enhancement Device

Stretching is applying mild stress to the penis via an extender or stretch device, commonly known as a penile traction device. Penile-pulling devices (penis extenders) lengthen the penis by stretching its tissues.

[bi-male-bottom]

My Guide to Having Your First Prostate Orgasm

Preclusively, don't worry if you haven't achieved prostate orgasm yet. I had to ride my dildo many times before I finally had a prostate orgasm. That technically was my third dildo since my other two were glass, and I couldn't well manipulate them because of where they go, so I also recommend a softer (non-porous) material like silicone and a built-in suction cup.

Before you continue, you might notice, while stimulating your prostate, that ejaculation and orgasm are separate. Ejaculation is the releasing of cum, and orgasm is that bout of involuntary pelvic muscle contractions, so when together cum releases and gets shot out like what you've experienced with penile orgasms. Ejaculating without orgasming might feel like you accidentally pissed a little, but if your cock drips, drizzles, or otherwise leaks, it's cum (technically, prostatic fluid, which is a major part of cum) that comes out, not pee. Also, when trying to have your first prostate orgasm, you may need to actively think about orgasming from your prostate.

First, think about what gives you physical sexual pleasure other than ejaculating and orgasming. Personally, I love the feeling of fullness from a dildo passively pushing back on my walls to be inside me. Physical sexual pleasures also can include being touched deep inside, your hole opening and closing, stimulating your prostate of course, and ones that aren't inside like rubbing the shaft of a dildo along your hole. Don't forget about the erogenous like caressing your inner thigh, squeezing your ass cheeks, rolling your nipples in between your fingers, and grabbing your earlobe. Focus on those feelings of sensual and sexual pleasure while you masturbate to get you in the mood and especially when you're stimulating your prostate. Remember mood is important for how easy it is to orgasm from the prostate.

Here are some examples of simple sexual acts I had tried before I first had a prostate orgasm and that might help with getting used to feeling your prostate as a part of your body you can orgasm from. Try stimulating your penis and prostate one after the other or at the same time. The best of this might be to stimulate your penis intermittently while riding a dildo. While stimulating your prostate, try manually contracting and releasing in rhythm those pelvic muscles that move involuntarily during an orgasm.

If you can't tell whether you are stimulating your prostate, you could increase the amount of stimulation you put into the area. Try using a thicker dildo or a prostate massager. While your dildo is inside you, curving towards your back if it does curve, and stuck in place on a wall or between your cheeks, try leaning back, so the length of it pushes along your front wall. This'll only work well if your dildo is rigid enough but not too rigid. If you can be precise, you could try aiming the tip of your dildo into your front wall and poking yourself until you find the spot where you feel it the most. Remember that'll be in a little and towards your front.

If you had an orgasm and do stimulate your penis, check if it was indeed your first prostate orgasm by seeing whether your penis is painfully sensitive or your hole clamped shut like after a penile orgasm. If you did have a prostate orgasm, you should be able to continue riding your dildo without pain and, importantly, have more prostate orgasms that increase in intensity before you need to stop. Technically, you can orgasm from both the penis and prostate at the same time, so when you're trying to have multiple prostate orgasms, make sure you stay far enough away from penile orgasm.

[railroadmike1]

Brainwashing a cute little sub, turning her into a brainless dumb doll.

A friend asked me to brainwash his younger sister she just turned 18, and was a bit of a bratty snob. She is cute little looking for her age but has some amazing features. So I was invited to spend the night and it was at around 4 AM that this plan of action took place.

First she always slept in the nude fully nude, so it was great, wireless earbuds were placed in her ears, her legs spread wide and secured into place. her arms were next spread wide above her hear to the bed post's. next a blindfold was added to cover her eyes. we knew she had always wanted to suck a mans cock so a penis gag was slid into her mouth and strapped into place. Next very carefully I added a vibe belt to her tender virgin pussy. everything was in place the nipple clamps would come later. then an elastic head band one size too small for her was placed around her head to keep the ear buds in and to prevent them from falling out.

It was set the ear buds recording started at a low hum of soft relaxing music very zen like. started to play in her ears the vibe came to life low humming she started to rock to the feeling of the vibe about that time I removed all of her blankets reveling her clad tiny naked body with her ample DD45 Boobs, her hips rocking to the vibe and then like a crack of thunder my spiked flogger swung in the air and made contact with her boobs she awoke right away un able to move bound to her bed as she was. the remote on the vibe went to full power as she attempted to cry out in fear, the large penis gag kept her mouth full. the ear buds stopped playing music and was replaced with my voice she settled down long enough for me to speak.

Trinity, I said, Happy 18th B-day, 18 years of annoying other people like they say karma can be a bitch now you will learn to submit and be my brainless mindless cute little dumb doll, But first lets erase the past 18 years. something that will make you go insane is the first step then denied orgasms' followed by sexual over stimulation to your entire body from breast beatings to pussy punches to whatever it takes to make you submit. So lets get started less talk more action so the first step mental reprograming we start now.

I turned off my voice and at the max volume setting static sounds from an old TV pre recorded for 1 hour followed by 5 min of my voice stating what she is (you are nothing but a mindless brainless doll who will submit. then back to the static for another hour. During this time her pussy vibe was on at max setting when I saw she was about to cum it was turned off for 3 min then back on. This process lasted for 2 full days no food or water.

The gag was removed and replaced with a head harness open mouth gag, My cock slid in past her teeth and deep all the way in her throat her tongue was happy to taste something other than rubber. I strapped her head to my waist so she couldn't pull away, it was at that time I decided she needed some proper fluids so I gently relaxed and pissed deep down her throat. she tried to fight it but soon she stared to gulp it all down as she did I patted her head turned the audio down and spoke to her (Good Little dumb slut). She swallowed all of my piss, she then started to lick my shaft hard for the next 30 min I couldn't pull out of the ring gag as the ring is smaller than my cock, I soon came hard as my cum was shot down her throat she did her best to keep my cock hard, I think she figured I couldn't get free so she decided to keep me in place. that was till I was ready to stand up I undid the straps around my waist and she kept her mouth sucking my cock there would be time for this again soon.

I then needed to stand up so I did wat was needed within reach was a collar I locked it to her neck, and spoke to her stop sucking my cock or you will get some serious pain. she ignored me as she now know I was stuck so she kept sucking my cock and made me cum again, this was the only meal she had in two days and once I came down her throat it was my turn to have some fun and pressed a button on a small had device that sent electrical volts into her neck as her throat spasmed my cock slid out of her gag. my fist laded perfectly on her nipple and straight to the base of her chest. 12 more boob punches in her soft flesh then the static and audio recordings started along with my flogger beating her well shaven pussy.

I got a bit hungry and turned everything on her to max settings and left her there for the rest of the day, As her mind slowly drifted away from her, as the static got louder her mind starting to go blank and the dildo gag back in her mouth.

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If you would like to know the next part comment on this post I do enjoy writing. This is a fictional story the names of the people is simply put fantasy, but also based on the real life bdsm devices and creations I do in real life. I have not acted out this scene with anyone yet, If you are 100% female and want to try some of my ideas in person please let me know. And I hope you like this first part again if you would like me to write anothe part just ask me to :-) Be well all.

-Master Mike-

[danieyells]

I am begging for more Jin x MC x Tohma headcanons and scenes 😮‍💨💕

Twisted romance is my JAM~

- 👻💜

Although I admit, as much as I love romance stuff, I'm not the best when it comes to romantic stuff lolol but maybe that makes me better at twisted romance lololol

IDK HOW THIS TOOK ME SO LONG i mean i do know i have adhd but SORRY FOR THE WAIT ANON. Tbf everything takes me a while haha. . . .

I'm down to make headcanons and stuff, but i work better bouncing off others and being given prompts and ideas! So you can throw words or thoughts or headcanons at me and it'll be easier for me to make headcanons and stuff based on that!

Although I admit, as much as I love romance stuff, I'm not the best when it comes to romantic stuff lolol but maybe that makes me better at twisted romance lololol it really depends on what kind of twisted you're into. . . .

The thing about Jin and Tohma is they're not too cruel or malicious in general. Jin is commanding and Tohma is a little mischevous and commanding himself in a 'head servant' kind of way, and they both definitely see themselves as above the MC, but they're more about teaching compliance. The PC is a servant, a peasant undeserving and not understanding of high society environments. So they must be taught to fit Jin's needs, Tohma's standards, and high society.

Of course, being a good servant and being a good member of high society are somewhat contrasting lessons to be taught. . .they need to take care not to mix them up, or they'll be punished.

First thing's first, servants are to be seen only when needed, and not heard otherwise. They'll need to be taught not to make so much noise outside of Jin's soundproofed room--nonspeaking until you're spoken to, and most certainly no talking back or asking questions! Don't. . .don't mind Tohma. Tohma is a bad example. Don't be like Tohma.

So some stimulation torture--fancy vibrator underwear to start with, vibrators attached to the nipples and clit/penis or inside as time goes on, maybe some heavy clamps for painplay--to help them learn not to make noise while they work. Expensive toys that work at them from a distance while they're in class(they're not in the same classes--not that Jin or Tohma attend their classes anymore--so it's a higher test of their ability to restrain themself when they have no clue what they'll do and when) are maybe the next step up when they do a good job at staying quiet in private. Working them up and giving them little punishments every time they so much as whimper is a good place to start though.

Part of their duties as a servant is entertaining Jin--if they want to tease them during an event or a meeting or something, they can't just moan and whine in public, can they? Of course not. So they have to learn to be quiet. If they do a good job, they can make as much noise as they want back in Jin's room. They will be making as much noise as they can get out of them in Jin's room.

If they make noise during this little training however. . .Jin and Tohma aren't too cruel. They're more dominant than sadistic. Which isn't to say some rough sex and bruises are out of the question(punishment or otherwise), but they're more likely to give punishments that won't risk too much harm that anyone would see for something like this. Perhaps start off with tape or a gag. . .then while they're at it, perhaps they could start training their throat with a dildo gag if they start showing signs of improvement. Two birds with one stone!

However when it comes to 'high society' lessons--proper table manners, learning to dance, learning how to speak to whom--spankings and floggings and canings and hard fuckings that leave their legs shaking may be more in order as punishments for failure.

Molding the pc into Jin's ideal servant-cum-fuckdoll would be the nature of their relationship. But learning to behave in high society, that's a reward as much as actually being allowed to cum is. Thanks to Tohma's ability to project vibrations, the MC has many, many, perhaps excessive orgasms with embarassingly little contact.

The ultimate goal is to get them to obey commands without a thought or question, without Jin even having to use his stigma. They'd have a lot of training ahead of them!

Honestly this isn't as dark as I'd like it to be. I guess because I'm not sure where the limit for what you're asking for would be. . .because I could make it darker--Jin and Tohma keeping them locked away, keeping them from working and going on missions, keeping them from discovering anything relating to their curse, saying it doesn't matter, that the remainder of their life should just be used in service of him, reenforcing this until they break and they just accept that they'll die but maybe their body will be of use to them the next few months? But that's probably a lot less fun to most people lol

[justice4billy]

You're the worst-part eight

Warning; smut, angst and alot of feelings

Billy x.fem reader/enemies to lovers

Hope you all had a nice Christmas🎄

"Ahh shit, I'm close" Billy grunted lowlyhis pace agonisingly slower than usual, to prevent his bed hitting off the wall.

Camille splayed her hands against his bare chest, working herself up and down his length as his hands held her in place. She thought being taken from behind was the best position, but being on top really was a close second.

"Ohhh" she whined lowly matching his pace.

There had been little sleep since their one am rendezvous, eventually Billy woke her at four thirty in the morning by rutting his penis against her backside until she became too horny, and gave in.

"BILLY" Maxine called sounding far away.

"Fuck" Billy cursed his eyes widening, stopping her from moving by clamping his hands on her. Camille whined from the loss of friction resulting in the interruption of her impending orgasm. Billy sat up slightly turning to look st his alarm. "Its five fucking thirty, why is she awake?" He grumbled before flashing Camille an apologetic look. "Were gonna have to stop" he stated giving her a nudge on her hips.

Camille sighed before getting off him, the loss of him made her groan. She would need to try snd take care of herself later.

Billy whipped the covers back, putting his sweatpants on.

"Where are you?" Maxine stated sounding closer.

"Shit, I'm going to the bathroom" he stated to Camille, surprising her when he put his hand around her head, planting a swift kiss on her lips before rushing out of the door and shutting the bathroom door quietly.

Camille held the covers to her chest, her lips tingling at the surprise kiss.

"Billy!" She heard a bang on the bathroom door.

"Keep your voice down!" Billy commanded in a harsh whisper as she heard him swing the door open.

"Where were you? I woke up at five and you weren't on the sofa" Max stated suspicion lacing her tone.

"I was having a piss" Billy stated.

"For half an hour?" Max questioned.

She heard BIlly sigh. "I had to take care of something else" he muttered.

"Like what?" Max asked.

Silence brewed between the two as Camille lay back against the pillow, wetness pooling between her legs due to not finishing her orgasm.

"EWW, YOURE DISGUSTING!!" She heard Max shriek suddenly.

"Shut the fuck up! Do you wanna wake our guest?" Billy whispered harshly. "And i can't help it when he decides to act up" Billy replied furiously.

"Boys are so gross" Max muttered her voice sounding far away. "My train is in half an hour if you are still good to take me" Max threw over her shoulder. If the trains were running then hopefully her flight would be running.

"Whatever" she heard Billy grumble outside the door, just as she let out another yawn her eyes drooping slightly.

The door creaked open before shutting quietly, Camille head lolled to the side as she met Billy's blue eyes before he walked towards his dresser taking out a shirt.

"Just gotta drop Max off" he muttered.

"OH, I should get dressed then" Camille stated.

Billy shook his head. "Its early, I doubt anyone will be awake at Dannys" he stated and then flashed her a devilish grin. "Besides, I thought we could finish what we started before we were interupted" Billy crooned his hand reaching out to give her breast a squeeze through the covers.

Camille bit her lip, resisting the urge to moan. "But, it will be another journey for you" she stated with a weak protest. She wanted nothing more than to finish what they started, but she also didn't want to be a nuisance.

Billy smirked. "It'll be well worth it" he stated putting his shirt over his head, before spraying some cologne on himself. "I'll see you in a bit" he winked before exiting the dimly lit room.

Camille fell back into the bed, her head bouncing off the pillow as a smile crept onto her face. Her eyes drooped as she fell off into a lust filled dream of Billy ruining her.

A tongue flicking against her had Camille letting out a low groan, her eyes opening and scanning the room in her half asleep state. Another flick of a tongue had her throwing her head back in pleasure, before removing the covers and seeing blonde curls lapping at her folds. "Oh, fuck" she swore lowly.

Billy paused at his licking, gripping onto her thighs and pulling her down the bed, a yelp escaping from Camille. "Come on baby, you can make those sweet sounds now" he encouraged looking at her from underneath his lashes. His blues eyes shining with lust, before reaching his tongue out to lick at her sweet spot.

"OH fuck, Billy!" She whined loudly bucking her hips.

He chuckled against her folds, sending an electrical wave up and down her soaked pussy. "Now thats what I like to hear" he muttered before placing a kiss against her sweet spot and getting back up.

Camille looked up at him, her pupils blown out in lust as he hovered over her.

"What do you want?" Billy asked.

"Fuck me, please" Camille begged.

Billy lined himself up rubbing his dick between her wet folds. "Want me to fill you up? Fucking ruin you?" He asked.

Camille groaned in frustration. "You know I fucking do!" She swore. "Please, just fuck me Billy" she begged beyond annoyed.

Billy chuckled before sinking himself into her, groaning as he bottomed out. "J-just want you to say i-it" he stuttered with a groan as he set out at a relenting pace. The bed rocking and hitting against the wall.

Camille reached up, clinging onto his broad and sweaty back, her nails.digging into his flesh everytime he hit her sweet spot. "Ahh fuck, fuck" she moaned.

"You fucking love it when I ruin you" Billy grunted his hips bucking and balls slapping against her bare ass. "Like it when I talk dirty" he added. "Dont you?" He asked putting a light pressure on her throat, his hand landing there.

Camille gasped, a long drawn out moan leaving her lips. Brandon had never tried this before despite the amount of begging she did, he couldn't understand that she sometimes enjoyed it rough. "Yes, I love it" Camille groaned.

"I'm gonna explode" Billy grunted snapping his hips, his pace increasing as his cock slide in and out of her.

"Ahh, I'm cumming" Camille squealed her legs tightening around his back, keeping his dick inside of her until Billy let out a groan, his pace faltering as he fucked her through her orgasm.

He eventually came, collapsing slightly as she held him in place. The pair panted as their orgasms crashed over them.

"Fuck that was-" Billy started.

"So good" Camille finished with a slight whine.

The pair groaned as Billy pulled himself out of her, collapsing beside her on the bed.

"What time is it? Camille groaned as she felt a pair of arms loop around her, Billy squeezing her bare flesh.

"Dont know, guessing about seven" Billy stated.

Camille bit her lip, suddenly feeling a tad awkward. "Suppose I better go soon" she stated.

Billy stilled his movements. "You got somewhere to be?" He asked, his voice holding a slight tinge of annoyance.

Camille peeked over at him, noting his eyebrows were drawn down seemingly displeased. "Not majorly, but you might want to do something" she reasoned hiding the real reason she wanted to leave, she was panicking about how this would change the dynamic between the pair. It was always a feeling of hatred, but now she was starting to feel something else and it freaked her out.

"Not really" Billy grumbled landing a kiss on the side of her exposed neck.

Camille shivered from the sensation of his lips. "I know" she stated panic bubbling up to the surface, shrugging the covers off her and sitting up. "But I don't want you having to take me back too late" she excused as BIlly removed his arm from her.

"Okay" Billy stated voice devoid of emotion. "You don't even want a shower first?" He asked as she began getting her clothes.Camille sighed, a shower did sound good. "You can just have a quick one if you want, saves you going home smelling of sex" he stated.

"Yeah, that would be nice" she stated.

Billy gave her a tight lipped smile. "Towels are in the closet" he stated laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

"Thanks" Camille murmured awkwardly as she left the room, taking a towel out of the closet.

She went to the bathroom, locking the door before turning on the shower. She made sure the stream of water was warm before stepping into it, her head lulling back against the tiled wall. "You stupid idiot" she muttered to herself. Why did she have to make everything so complicated?.

Camille stayed in the shower longer than she needed, mainly to avoid the sudden awkwardness evaporating into the air. She sighed deciding she had hide away long enough, and she didn't want Billy to be suspicious. She turned the shower off hoping out before wrapping the towel around herself, cursing when she realised her clothes were still in his bedroom.

She opened the door, stopping when she spotted Billy putting a weight down. His short black shorts and white vest clung to his muscled frame, making her clenching her thighs together. Jesus, this wasn't the time she reprimanded herself.

"Good shower?" He asked taking a bite out of an apple, Jesus even biting an apple he was sinful.

"Yeah, sorry if I held you up its free now" she apolgised.

Billy shrugged. "I'll have one when I get home" he stated.

Camille wrinkled her nose. "You're all sweaty" she stated lightly, trying to lighten the tension with a joke.

Billy narrowed his eyes, apparently he didn't get it. "Well, you're just dying to get home so can't waste anymore time" he stated his voice taking on an edge.

"Oh" Camille stated dumbly. "We do still hate each other don't we?" She asked cursing herself for asking such an awkward question.

Billy let out a scoff. "Yeah, it's just sex" he replied shaking his head.

Camille didn't know why that stament pierced her skin. "I'll get dressed" she muttered quickly scrambling towards his bedroom, blinking away the small pricking of tears in her eyes. This situation had just become even more complicated.

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If it wasn't awkward before, the silent car ride solidified it. The pair hadn't uttered a word between them since they entered the car, and by the ticking of Billy's jaw it didn't seem like he was willing to talk.

Camille wanted to throw herself out of the vehicle, moving or not. She would risk injuries to get out of this awkward atmosphere she thought. Relief flooded her chest when they pulled up to Mariahs house, but for some reason Camille lingered with her hand on the door.

"Thanks for the ride" she stated.

"Sure" Billy replied not looking at her.

"Have a good day" she stated cursing herself, could she be anymore lame she thought.

Billy grunted choosing not to answer her.

"Guess I'll see you before I leave on thursday" she blurted. Jesus, why couldn't she just get out of the car she thought.

"I doubt it" Billy muttered.

Camille felt like she had been slapped in the face at his words. He must have really just seen her as a piece of ass, she felt pissed off as she exited the vehicle and slammed the door. However she couldn't help the weight that had settled in her stomach, her feelings had just become alot more complicated.

[bunnyramen]

Tw/Death/Talk of Self Sacrifice

Despite all he’d done, fighting himself, fighting the spot, jumping from dimension to dimension, they still couldn’t save his dad in time.

The kicker was that an hour before him, Rio had come in contact with a patient that had a venom symbiote. While police were shooting to kill the alien that was destroying the hospital, a bullet ricocheted and hit his mother.

It severed an artery in her arm, and she bled out before anyone could get to her.

When he came back, he was met with family members and police telling him the news.

He was never ok with losing his Dad and he never will be ok with it. But losing his mom on the same day, it was too much for him.

So, as Miles watched both of his parents lowered into the earth, no tears could come out.

Flowers upon flowers were laid on both of their graves by Rio’s side of the family, candles, and favors peppered the recently laid dirt.

Everybody was waiting for the other shoe to drop as they watched Miles watch his parents be laid to rest.

Miguel couldn’t say anything to him, and if Miles could think, he’d tell him to never show his face to him ever again.

He doesn’t know why he bothered to show up.

His friends set their versions of objects on their graves, which Miles half appreciated.

Peter B brought a Puerto Rican flag for Rio and a pair of sunglasses for Jefferson.

Peni laid out a mechanical piece shaped like a heart.

Spider Noir had a bouquet of gray roses while SpiderHam brought goofy gag glasses.

(His universe didn’t have much that wasn’t hilarious since people don’t die traditionally)

Hobie, who had worn different color shoelaces out of respect for Miles, put down a candle with one of his lucky guitar strings wrapped around.

Pav brought a small statue that sat between their graves.

Gwen gave them one of her favorite drumsticks and a picture of Miles she had taken.

Margo couldn’t bring anything since she wasn’t there, but she did give him a side hug.

Ganke bowed twice to his mother and father, and once to him.

People tried talking to him, sobbing family and friends from all over the city and even further comforting him, his comrades trying to give their best condolences, but he really couldn’t care less about all that right now.

He tore off the tie he had hastily knotted and failed at doing so because he couldn’t quite remember the way Dad showed him because he was.. numb.

His fingers were numb as threw his tie on the ground.

His head was numb to thoughts that weren’t his parents.

Maybe a glitch will come and undo all this as if it had never happened.

But the multiverse was fixed for the most part.

The probability of things like that happening...

..Zero to none.

He wanted to scream.

What hurt most than being an orphan in just one hour, was that he never got the chance to say he loved them one last time.

He touches his freckled cheeks, the ones his mother gave him, as he breathed a heavy sigh through the lips he got from his father.

Miles plopped down between their two graves, being careful of the stuff people had laid down.

“I never got to tell you guys the biggest secret of them all.” He whispered, “I’m Spider-Man.”

At first, something bubbled in his gut. A warm feeling of.. laughter.

It started as a scoff that led to a chuckle, then a full-bodied laugh came over as he fell backward in tears.

“The biggest fucking thing I was worried about was you abandoning me because of that, and I guess it came true!” Hot globs of anguish flowed down his cheeks, as his laugh grew manic and loud.

He didn’t stop until someone stood over him.

“Miles, you’re hysterical. You need to take a deep breath.” Miguel reached a hand out to try and pick him up, but Miles grabbed his wrist.

With all his Spider-Man strength, he squeezed it and as he looked up into the eyes devoid of much emotion, he had a single thought as his mouth abruptly clamped shut to end his howls.

“It should’ve been you.” He didn’t dare voice it even if at that moment, he wish it would happen just for a second.

He didn’t voice that very real expression of anger, but he did say something a little less harsh.

“I’m allowed to be whatever the fuck I want to be right now.” He lets go of Miguel’s wrist, letting his hand fall limp on the grass.

He didn’t even feel like laughing anymore, just laying there lax, his eyes taking in the oddly clear blue day. If he thought hard enough, this is what it would feel like to be dead.

But there’s no light in a deadman’s eyes, only darkness.

So he closed his own.

He briefly wondered what his Uncle saw right before he died.

If anyone tried to save his mom as she felt her organs shut down from the lack of blood.

What his dad thought about right before that fatal shot to the head.

After a few moments, someone picked him up as they sat on the grass near his body, putting his head in their lap.

He could smell who it was before he opened his eyes, Tía Daniela always smelled like fresh-cut roses.

It didn’t help that she looked so similar to her big sister, just a little more soft and huggable. Even with that, he could still see his mom.

“Let it out, mi amol.” She put a warm hand on his chest, his heart thudding against his sternum, trying to get out from whatever he was keeping in.

He took a sharp, stuttering breath as he sobbed loudly into her skirt, gripping the fabric between his sticky hands. She cradled him against her as if shielding him away from everything.

He didn’t care if all of Brooklyn heard him, he didn’t give a single, solitary shit.

He hoped he was loud enough to wake the dead.

Miles cried until his chest felt it would cave in, something sitting heavy in his chest that wouldn’t get up no matter how much he begged.

“I want.. I want them back. I’d give up my own life just for that to be.”

Daniela cupped his cheek with one manicured hand, “Don’t you dare say that, boy. You know your parents would say the same if you took their place.”

Even in the face of her grief, losing one of her big sisters, here she was comforting Miles.

She appreciated her so much, more than he could voice at the moment.

“We’re gonna take care of you, I promise you that. You’re one of our babies.” She smiled down at him with tears in her eyes, “Oh, I wish I could take this pain away from you.”

Somewhere in between her saying that, and some other family members coming over, he must’ve fallen asleep.

That must’ve been what happened or else he wouldn’t have woken up.. wherever he is.

He’s sure as hell not home or with family, no matter how cozy the bed feels or how comforting the decor is, he doesn’t know where he’s been taken.

His wrists were empty of his webs.

And he wasn’t wearing the suit from the funeral.

Shit.

Hearing voices downstairs, he decided to start there. Miles turned on his invisible, planning to get the jump on whoever it was that kidnapped him.

Who the hell kidnaps a kid at their parent's funeral anyways?

They’ve gotta be sick.

His shoeless feet allowed him to walk on the wall of the stairs, stepping over what looked like family photos.

The voices became clearer as he was in clear view of the living room next to the stairs.

“Don’t you think someone should’ve stayed with him so he doesn’t freak out?”

That was Hobie’s voice.

“Why would he freak out?”

Miguel. (He was still feeling conflicted about talking to him.)

“Oh I don’t know, imagine waking up in a house you’ve never been in, undressed by unknown people plus finding that his webs are stolen.”

“I should go check on him.”

Tía Daniela is here too? But.. that would mean...

He stood on the stairs, looking over the railing, everyone sitting on homey-looking couches. He looked back at the photos he stepped over, they were mostly of Mayday.

Must be Peter and MJ’s house.

Speaking of which, the little girl seemingly looked up at him and pointed. Everybody brought their gaze to where she was giggling and staring, and Miles decided there was no point in hiding.

He uncloaked himself, everybody gained that same pitied look people gave him when his Uncle Aaron had passed.

Except for Hobie, but he didn’t mind. He just had a natural resting bitch face.

“Miles, hey buddy..” Peter was beckoning him to come down with a few swings of his hand.

“Are you feeling hungry?” Mj asked as she made a space on the couch between Daniela and herself for him.

Miles shook his head, “How’d I even get here? What did you tell my Tía?”

“I carried you here through a portal.” Daniela explained, “Peter told me.. everything. He trusted me with such a secret and I’m very grateful. I’m able to better understand what’s going on, even if I don’t quite get what it means to be Spider-Man or ‘canon events’.”

“We brought you here because bringing you to your actual apartment would’ve been too much. Were we wrong about that?” Peni asked, Miles nodded wordlessly.

“Sorry that your folks answered the last roll call, kid. “ Spider-Noir’s wording for their death nearly made him chuckle.

Miles shrugged, not having a clue what to say.

“I know you must not know what to do now, man.” Ganke adjusted his glasses, “My parents would be happy to have you as their kid.”

Miles half smiled, “Thanks, dude.”

“You could come live with one of us. You know any of your family members would be more than happy to take you, Papi.” Daniela wrapped an arm around his shoulder, kissing his forehead.

He was filled with gratitude that everyone was opening their homes up to him, however.. he wished so badly that he could go home to his parents.

Make his dad stand still for a sketch or help Mami with cooking.

But that wasn’t possible now, not in this lifetime at least.

“Actually, and smack me if this crazy-“ Peter felt a tiny smack from Mayday, who he playfully pouted at, “-you could always stay here with us. This is just a suggestion. You’d be able to still go to school, and of course, visit family and friends in Brooklyn anytime. I know you’re in a tough position, and I’d never ask you to make a choice now but-“

“I’ll have to think about it. I’m still pretty.. tired and it just feels.. so strange.”

“Of course, Miles. You got all the time in the world.” Daniela hugged him close.

—-

I only wrote this much but I’m conflicted on who he should stay with. Any ideas?

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S!!! kinky subby anon here. I gotta tell you about my latest experience cause hot damn.

so, I've been overstimulated before by being fucked (penetrated, toyed ect) a lot in the span of certain time but with hands and I really wanted to do it with a machine because previously I had use a doxy wand and I just could never keep it after I had reached my orgasm. it was too much but I really wanted to try it so last night we set the camera, we invited two of our friends and!!!, we got a Sybian, no we didn't buy it, they're expensive but we got one for a little bit. In our house we already have the structure for me to be tied to the ceiling so somehow we put the Sybian in a table and I sat on it (we tried in the bed but to be honest, it didn't feel good because you're not putting your whole body weight in it and I reeeeally wanted to feel it. so I sat on it, my hand tied above my head, tits clamped, collar on, spider gag on and I was ready to go. by the way! it turns on the Sybian has a lot of different shapes you can ride, we chose two: the double penetration and the biggest dildo one, I first rode the double one, it was good but it wasn't so big so we changed to the biggest dildo in less than 10 minutes I think, I'm just so used to be full now, so anyway we changed and holy shit. I can tell you I don't remember much of that,I do remember reaching my second orgasm and I was drooling and shaking. I did tell my boyfriend to not get me out of there even if I was screaming, I really really wanted to experience that over stimulation but I knew I wouldn't like it at the beginning because as i said, I've tried before. so I'm there riding the thing and our make friend goes behind me, outs hid fingers in my mouth while his girlfriend was sucking on my tits and then he pushes my legs down to get my clit even closer (was that even possible?? apparently yes) to the thing, holy shit S.... everybody should try that thing at least once, it was wonderful. as I said I remember perfectly reaching my second orgasm and I remember I was screaming, I was screaming so loud that my baby decided to change the spider gag to a penis shaped one so nobody would think I was being murdered (lol).after that everything got fuzzy but watching the video was surely an experience, I ended up masturbating at seeing myself drooling and with my eyes rolled in the back of my head, no I wasn't unconscious cause I'd open my eyes and so but my eyes were a mess. I think I saw myself cumming another 3 times or that's what it appeared to be. our friends and my boyfriend kept on touching me and that was actually cute to see. everything ended up so wet, like if I had taken a shower right there. when my boyfriend decided it was over and he pulled me out of that I was just a mess, I remember opening my eyes and I couldn't even get my fingers to even brush my vagina at all. everything was swollen and red-ish but my clitoris specially hated me (which is okay cause I loved it). I couldn't even take a bath for the upcoming 3-4 hours because I couldn't touch it. in conclusion it was amazing, it was more than I expected and to that one anon who had sent you an ask about Seb riding a Sybian? yeah... he should! and everyone should to be honest 🙈

I can't find that ask right now, ugggh, I wanted to link it lol

Hey, sweetheart!

Immediately I have to say OH MY GOD, that sounds like a hell of a fucking time. A good fucking time.

I feel like I say it every time, but I'm just speaking the truth, lmao--you're out there living the fucking 🤌🏻dream.🤌🏻 The kinkiest, best dream.

The sybian. The big dildo. The gags. The camera. The multiple people. The overstimulation. The drooling. The haze of it all.

All 👏🏻 of 👏🏻 it 👏🏻

Good for you! I am fucking cheering you on from the sidelines; I love reading the play-by-play.

Also, yeah, your poor neighbors--they most definely thought someone was getting fucking murdered, lol. Although, is it really that good of a time if you don't get a noise complaint, don't make your neighbors bang on the door/wall because you've pissed them off, or something of the sort? 👀

That, 10000%, sounds amazing. I'm thrilled for you, I'm thrilled that you had such a good time! And yeah, your first-hand experience certainly vouched for everyone to try it (including and especially Sebastian. Wanna see that pretty face all fucked out and hear all the pretty little hoarse whimpers he makes when he's screamed himself raw 😮‍💨😮‍💨)

Thank you as always for being willing to share!

[guiraguira]

Rosho is very sensitive ✨

Rosho x Fem reader (dom reader?)

Warning: use of sex toys (nipple clamps, small vibrator), Rosho being very sensitive, creampie, masturbation, fingering.

°You had kissed him long enough that his erection was already impossible to contain, it was time to move on to something else.

Rosho was always very sensitive to your touch, his calm and upright teacher acting fell off once your hands touched his skin. Therefore, in the privacy of their shared room, he was unable not to squirm and make obscene sounds.

°He stands half naked below you, with very obvious pelvic movements, flushed to the tips of his ears with a pleading look on his face. He knows that if he behaves, he will enjoy twice as much of whatever you offer him. Reason why he waits patiently for your next move

You decided to move on to the following.

Open-legged, with his penis trembling at your gaze. Your attention is focused on preparing her anus to insert a small finger-sized vibrator into it. The whining and spasms intensify when the piece is finally moving into place. "You're such a good boy, keep it up a while longer, okay?"  You licked up the pre-cum that was already trickling down his member, past his testicles and that had helped lubricate his entrance, to end up kissing him on the glans. 

"Please...M-more time??" Her hands cover her face, alternating with covering her own mouth to silence her moans "I'm...almost...I..." unable to finish her sentence, writhing struggling not to close her legs and holding back her orgasm.

"ahh to my beautiful boy, almost there, already..." you take out your last weapon, two pairs of nipple clamps linked together by chains. You connect two of them to your own nipples, just having this contact makes you gasp. 

You've teased Rosho enough for being sensitive, but you're no better than him either. Your folds feel very slippery, your breathing is just as heavy, and you also want some attention down there. Your own fingers have loosened you enough, but you need him.

°You connect the tips of the clamps to Rosho's nipples, making him tremble, if he squirms, the clamps stimulate four nipples at the same time.

this is the best way to take advantage of their movements. You are about to tighten the chains, expecting to feel a painful pleasure, but the one who answers for you is Rosho pulling you them over him.

The weight of your body on him always calms him down, but this time it was the opposite. Where his penis lightly brushed against your entrance, it was wet, slippery, and just hot enough to indicate that you were both at your limit.

"No..n-no..ah!" His irregular breathing is enough to tighten the chains and cut off his breathing. Both of them turn gently between gasps and moans caused by the clamps. Your back is on the mattress and with him on top of you again, you encourage him in joining your hip with his.

Irregular thrusts that strike deep into you, before emptying you completely and filling you in one movement. He can't take it anymore, the restriction of the chains makes him hold you tightly with his arms behind your back, lifting you out of bed, the only thing he can move is his hips, which are frantically seeking release.

You feel her breathing hard in your ear and some of it came out in the curve of your neck where he is hiding her face. 

°A few more thrusts finish the job, but he doesn't stop, the vibrator is still overstimulating him and you appreciate it. Those last thrusts cause you to reach orgasm too. 

You love bringing him to this state where he behaves just the way you want him to. A few seconds later he lets go gently looking at your face, only to carelessly kiss you.

His tousled locks and slight tears seem too attractive to you, but you don't have time to think about it. His penis that is still inside you does not decrease in size and only seems to get harder inside you.

Seconds later his lunge return to the attack.

-🍃🍃🍃

Just in case you didn't understand, the idea is that the clamps would hold all four nipples at the same time, causing them to be together.

English is not my native language so please forgive any mistakes.