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[soul-controller]

Selfish Top Bottom

When it came to distinguishing whether a man was a top or a bottom, there was no way that anyone could look at Ryan Thompson and know that he was an absolute top. With the bulky and imposing physique of a powerlifter and an obscenely large cock that was instantly noticeable that no matter how loose or tight his pants were, the man could absolutely be the perfect individual to represent what a power top was.

Due to living in a relatively small urban town (at least in comparison to a huge city like Los Angeles or New York City), word seemed to travel fast around queer circles to the point where if you didn’t know who Ryan was, you at least knew of his reputation. He was a perpetual manwhore, constantly hooking up with anyone he wanted and discarding them immediately after they fulfilled his needs. Although most people understood that that was just the way that things worked in their community, the same could not be said about Mitchell. Although he had never actually met Ryan or been intimate with him, the young twink knew that it was someone he had no desire of ever interacting with. 

However, all of that changed once Mitchell found out that the hunk had hooked up with his best friend Shane and mistreated him once Ryan had came. As Shane recollected how the stud ridiculed the “pale” and “pathetic” man and told him to leave his apartment as soon as possible before threatening to beat his “weak pansy ass” up, Mitchell could only see red at the other man’s behavior. There was certainly no problem with hookup culture if that was how Ryan wanted to live his life, but Mitchell drew the line at blatant disrespect and homophobic rhetoric. So with that in mind, he decided to put a plan into action – one of complete revenge to teach a lesson to the asshole meathead. 

To Mitchell’s amusement, it didn’t take much for him to catch Ryan’s eye. All he had to do was show up to the same club where Ryan had met Shane and sneak peeks at the ginger-haired hunk’s beefy body and playfully avert his gaze once Ryan realized that someone was staring. After a good 30 minutes of this back and forth, the beefy stud and twink finally met before heading off to Ryan’s place to “have some fun”.

Once they were walking up the stairs to the apartment, Mitchell wasted no time giving a performance of a lifetime by pretending to be fully infatuated as he felt up the man’s thick muscles and remarked about how hot and sexy the stud was. As a result, the duo couldn’t even make it into the bedroom before they ducked into the first bathroom they saw to get more intimate. Upon undressing himself and helping Ryan take off his clothes as well, Mitchell’s right hand began to traverse down the man’s pectoral shelf and cobblestone abs as he quietly whispered under his breath. As the twink’s dainty fingers finally began to graze along Ryan’s impressive and girthy manhood, Mitchell then grit his teeth and smirked as he forcefully wrapped around the man’s cock and balls and tugged.

The immediate tension caused Ryan to gasp and scream in shock, but rather than intense pain, the tugging was soundtracked by a resounding POP that echoed through the spacious bathroom. As he looked down at himself, a guttural scream escaped his lips as he noticed two things – his crotch was completely flat reminiscent of a Ken doll and Mitchell’s frail hand was still holding onto his real cock and balls.

As Ryan desperately asked what was going on, he watched in pure horror as he watched the man whisper more words under his breath which led to a chain reaction onto his detached genitalia. Before his eyes, his cock and balls were losing its realistic organic composition and shifting to gain an artificial shimmer – his cock was turning into a rubber dildo (with a suction cup even added onto the end to fully seal the deal).

While the hunk was acting absolutely manic at the transformation that had befallen him, Mitchell was completely calm and even joyful as he savored the other’s utter helplessness. Revenge felt oh so sweet… and he still had one more thing planned to make it even sweeter! As he continued to recite the words underneath his breath, the young warlock couldn’t help but smirk as he watched his magic going to work immediately. In an instant, the man’s firm muscular butt had been replaced with an insanely large and flabby ass that would wobble with every step he took. 

Despite wanting to wring out the pathetic twink’s neck, Ryan realized that there was something preventing him from either speaking to the man or physically attacking him. So instead, he could only watch in disbelief as the twink cockily stared at the man before turning and exiting the apartment.

Now alone with his new body and desires, Ryan stood at the sink and looked back at the dildo that still hung from a nearby wall. Despite how eager his mind was in regards to getting fucked, the perpetual top had no practice bottoming and thus knew what he needed to do before he got on Grindr and searched for a man to fill his needy hole…

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡Gone But Here All The Same｡⋆.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

Being a military wife could be quite lonesome especially being a military wife to a ghost but he knows exactly what you need to make you feel less alone

Warnings: smut, phone sex, masturbation (m&f), some reference to death and PTSD but not really, dom!Simon, sex toys, bit of voice kink, size kink

WC: 1.7k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

You knew what you were getting into when you married Simon. He was a member of the special forces who technically didn’t exist- you were used to the long months when he was shipped off, the anxiety that John Price would show up on your doorstep with a frown and a letter from the military, the anger and the fear that your husband carried on his chest every moment of the day.

You knew all of this and yet you still married him because he was the best thing to ever happen to you and besides that, he was the best lay you ever had.

Simon had ruined you for any other man (and toy) the moment that his thick fingers slipped between your soft thighs and into your panties under the bar table on your third date. He drove you insane with the smallest of touches, playing with your body with a finesse that only a seasoned soldier could.

You constantly ached for him, feeling so hollow without his thick cock stretching you to your absolute limit. Sure the reunion sex was absolutely mind-blowing every time he came home but with Simon leaving for sometimes months at a time, your need for any sort of pleasure drove you insane.

But luckily, he was going to call you today.

Simon called when he could, usually it was from a private number or some foreign phone, a different number every time. He had created a system with you, he would always call on the 13th of every month and if he missed it, he would call you on the 23rd. 

You sat on your shared bed, staring intently at your phone. The minutes ticked by at a snail's pace as the sun cast a warm orange glow over the large bedroom. You sighed when the clock hit 8, you doubted that he would call today.

A groan slipped from your lips as you rocked forward to slip from the bed, but just then the phone screen lit up, displaying a cute photo of you and Simon on your honeymoon as a random number rolled across the top. You snatched it up and quickly answered.

“Simon.” You breathed, relief flooding your body. His chuckle crackled through your phone’s speaker.

“Hello to you too bunny.” Your smile grew even wider if that was at all possible. He only ever called you bunny when he was in a good mood. You flopped back against the mountain of pillows propped against the headboard, keeping your phone as close as you could in lieu of your husband’s massive body.

“Are you coming home soon?” You tugged the collar of the shirt you were wearing up to your nose, inhaling the fading scent of his cologne.

He was silent for a moment. “No, not yet love.” ‘Love’, that’s what he called you when he was trying to let you down easy. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he quickly spoke again. “I do have a present for you bunny.” He purred, his voice dropping down an octave to that deep baritone that haunted your wet dreams.

“But nothing was delivered to the house?” 

“Oh bunny.” He said mockingly. “Your present is already in the house. How ‘bout you check my nightstand.” You practically dove over to his side of the bed in your excitement, Simon’s broken laughter following after you.

The drawer slid open and you gasped. Sitting on top of one of his many spare balaclavas and a book he was in the middle of reading was an enormous dildo. There was a suction cup on the bottom where the balls should have been and with a little bow sitting on the head, it made you laugh a little under your breath. “Got it?” 

Simon’s voice broke you out of your trance. You snatched up the toy and gasped at the weight of it. “Simon what is this?” You settled back into your original spot, your fingers flexing around the purple silicon almost unconsciously.

“I would think you know what it is considering how often you beg for it.” He said right as your middle finger brushed against an incredibly life-like vein towards the base of the fake cock, a vein you knew very well.

“Is this- is this your cock?” Molten heat pooled between your thighs as you held the toy even tighter, now realising that you were indeed holding a replica of your husband’s generous gift. Already you were using your free hand to pull your soaked panties down your legs.

“Damn right it is. You think I would let another cock near you?” He snarled, sending another wave of arousal right to your core. You moaned softly into the air as your fingers brushed against your aching clit, smearing your wetness over the sedative bundle of nerves. “Oh you like that don’t you.”

“Si.” His groan echoed through the room and you could faintly hear the sound of a zipper.

“Go on bunny, get that cunt nice and stretched for my cock.” You were dripping onto the comforter beneath you, desperately eager to follow each and every one of his orders. Excitement began to curl in your stomach as two of your fingers easily slipped into your cunt. It wasn’t nearly enough for you, your fingers weren’t as thick or as long as your husband’s but they were warming you up well enough.

“Can I put it in now?” You pleaded into your phone, needing your husband’s cock nestled inside you once more, even if it was only a replica. He let out a sniffled groan and you could just picture the way he was biting his lip to keep his voice down, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he gripped the base of his dick to stave off his end. He always got noisy when he was about to cum.

“I don’t think your little cunt can handle it.” He managed to get out through clenched teeth. You nodded frantically. “Words bunny.” He snarled, briefly jolting you from your haze.

“Yes Si, can handle you. Always do.” Your other hand practically flew between your thighs, the toy gripped so tightly you could feel the silicon give under the tension. The cold tip bumped against your hot skin as you notched it at your entrance. 

Your cunt burned as it finally breached you, dousing the ache in your belly. You whined with pain and Simon moaned. It was no secret that he loved the size difference between you both, he revealed in the way you cried when he fucked you, his massive cock stirring up your guts in the most deliciously painful way.

You could barely breathe as you reached the halfway mark. “So big.” Your back arched and you forced another inch inside you. A wet slapping came through your phone’s speakers along with Simon’s muffled breaths.

An image of him flashed behind your eyes- fully dressed in dark clothes but with his fly open and his thick cargo pants shuffled down his hips just enough for his cock to be free. The ridged lines of his skull mask would hide the way his lips twitched as he got lost in the feel of his gloved fist around his aching length. 

You cried out as you finally reached the hilt of the dildo, finally you were full of him once more. “Simon, you feel so good.” You pulled the toy out only a few centimetres before pushing it back in and sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. 

“Fuck bunny, keep talking.” He ground out as the wet sounds on his end picked up the pace.

“I can feel you in my belly, so big. Stretching me out.” Your hand began to move faster. It wasn’t the same as when your husband fucked you, you couldn’t feel his weight keeping you picked to the mattress or the way his cock would throb and twitch within you but the sound of his voice right next to your ear was all the same. 

His groan resonated through your chest, lighting your nerves up with that familiar fire. “Take that fucking cock, bunny, be a good girl and fuck yourself on it. Let me hear you cum for me.” 

You thrashed on top of the bed, hips rolling down to meet your hand with each thrust. “Simon!” You clumsily strummed your clit with your other hand so wishing for the rough fingertips of your husband instead. “‘M close.” You mewled.

“Cum.” The connection crackled with the depth of his voice but the effect was still the same. Your body seized suddenly as your jaw dropped in a silent scream. Pleasure rippled through you like a tidal wave, both easing and fuelling your lust. 

As soon as your breath returned to your lungs, you chanted his name over and over again as you rode out your high. “That’s it, good bunny.” Simon cooed, his breath hitching as he thrust into his fist with an added fervour. You were delirious with ecstasy, the toy inside of you now only keeping you full while your orgasm began to fade.

“Simon. Need your cum.” You begged softly into the phone. “Please Simon. Need it so bad.” He gasped and then moaned deep in his chest. 

“Shit.” He said breathlessly after a moment. “Shoulda brought a towel with me.” He grumbled and you laughed.

As gently as you could, you eased the dildo from your cunt. You winced at the stretch, now feeling sore and satisfied for the first time in two months. “How much longer do you have left on the call?” There was a grunt and then the sound of a zipper.

“Not long.” You sighed and relaxed back into the pillows. Simon always got quiet after sex, his pillow talk was practically non-existent.

“I love you.” There was a beat and then.

“Go take a shower and have a snack. Don’t forget water.” He never said it back but you felt it all the same. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

There was muffled shouting in the background and he sighed. “Stay safe out there. Don’t worry about me.” Your fingers curled around your phone and tucked it closer to your body.

“Always do bunny.” He replied simply. “Always do.” 

You held onto the device long after he finally hung up. It was hard being Simon’s wife but it was also the easiest thing in the world because you knew that he would always be right there, even when he was thousands of miles away.

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[writingwhileblvck]

Can you do one where Bakugou gets from work horny and he walks in on you fingering yourself?

Absolutely! I changed it up just a tiny bit, but nothing crazy, so I hope you enjoy!

Stress Reliever

Paring: Bakugou x Fem Reader

Both you and Katsuki knew, in being hero's you would both have to find time for each other. However, when you have shifts that contradict each other, that becomes a lot easier said than done. Especially lately, since there has seem to be a surge of new villains that was currently infesting the city. It was nothing that too difficult to handle but with Katsuki on night patrol, the extra work was keeping him away from you for longer than either of you would like.

Tonight you figured you get some work done instead of lounging around the house, but you were really missing your man. Every inch of your body was craving his touch. His hands on your things, his lips on your neck, just the thought made you dizzy. But you put it out of your mind so you could work. Or... At least you TRIED. You really did try to get your mind off of it, because you had so much paperwork to finish. But as you sat at your desk, the throb between your legs was becoming unbearable.

Ah. What the hell?

An aggravated sigh of defeat fell from your mouth as you leaned back in your chair. Katsuki was plaguing your mind, and in that moment all you wanted was his lips wrapped around your sensitive little clit. But in his absence you were the next best option.

Thank god you were home. You thought as you propped yourself on top of your desk. With your boyfriend's shirt already discarded on the floor, you laid back and ran your hands down your body, legs spreading instinctually as you slowly removed your soaked panties. Your fingers explored your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit and letting your mind wonder.

You imagine Katsuki sitting in your desk chair and eating you like a man starved. Sucking , slurping, and moaning into your hot cunt. Your rubbed faster, harder. You could practically feel his lips wrapped around your hardened nipples, as his fingers easily reached and abused that sweet spot.

You groaned in frustration, cause no matter how hard you tried, your finger would never be enough. So instead your reached into your desk drawer and pulled out your pink dildo. Using the big suction cup on the end, you attached it to the surface of the desk. You were already dripping, so you didn't even bother with the lube and just lowered yourself down.

You didn't give to fucks about the papers below you as you rode your pretty toy. They were already cover in the sticky juices and beyond saving. All you were worried about was cumming, and you bounced up and down like your life depended on it.

"Fuck Katsuki...."

The little toy didn't compare to his coke can of a dick and you knew it, but you were desperate. You reached back into the drawer and pulled out your rose shaped vibrator. Putting it on his highest setting you went to town on your poor clit.

And there you were, completely bare naked on top of your desk, fucking the shit out of yourself. You were so gone you didn't hear the front door open...

Katsuki dragged himself through the front door of your shared home absolutely exhausted. This overtime was killing him. Having to do these drive by meeting with you was killing him too. Not being able to hold you like he wants, kiss you like he wants, fuck you like he wants... Even now, all he wanted was his girlfriend's sweet thighs wrapped around his face-

He pause though when he heard a weird sound coming from down the hall. It was late so he just assumed you'd already gone to bed. But oh was he surprised when he found you in your office desperately fucking yourself.

He watched you from the crack in the door, not daring to interrupt this beautiful sight. The moans that fell from your mouth were sinful, and each cry of his name went straight to his dick.

Katsuki palmed himself through his uniform as he watched your ass bounce on that pathetic dildo. Smiling to himself because he knows that he'll have you squirting within minutes when he gets his hands on you.

Eventually, Katsuki abandons just palming himself for just straight up stroking his hard cock. He paces himself with you as your moans get louder and louder. He can hear the squelching of your juicy pussy from where he was, the sound alone almost made him bust. But he was able to hold it together a bit longer until he heard you scream his name and squirt all over your desk.

He tried his best to stay quite has his thick, hot ropes of cum decorate your office door, but he knew he failed when he saw you shoot up and look straight at the door. Pushing the door open, he revealed himself in all his glory.

To say your were embarrassed would be the understatement of the century, as you tried to scramble from on top of the desk. Katsuki's voice is what made you freeze though.

"Might as well stay right there babygirl. It's daddy's turn to fuck you stupid." He was looking at you at a hunter about to capture its prey, and you could feel yourself getting worked up again.

So you did as he said, and arched that pretty ass up high for him. Because who were you to deny daddy what he wanted?

[captain-hawks]

BEST FRIENDS & BAD IDEAS

♡ — jean kirstein x f!reader

Big aspirations and even bigger dildos—in which a poorly thought out plan makes it incredibly hard to act like your feelings for Jean Kirstein are platonic. Not when they’re anything but. And especially not when you’re half naked in his lap.

18+ ONLY

wc — 2.7k

prompt — cockwarming, creampie

additional content — NSFW, 18+, best friends to lovers speed run, dildo use, implied masturbation, unprotected p in v, praise kink, jean kirstein’s big dick

╰┈➤ kinktober masterlist

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come,” Jean growls, and his low, rough tone sends you off-kilter, shoving you headfirst over the precarious edge you’ve been foolishly dangling from.

In retrospect, perhaps this wasn’t the best idea.

–

In the long list of questionable decisions you’ve made today, one of the first catalysts guaranteeing inevitable disaster was your lack of foresight to lock your bedroom door before stripping off your shorts and underwear and preparing to lower yourself down onto the ridiculously large dildo that had been delivered in an even more comically large Amazon box this morning. 

Your best friend of many years and college roommate, Jean Kirstein, came home just as your makeshift “stand”—you’d hastily attached the suction cup at the base of the dildo to the last clean plate in the cabinet for lack of a better surface—went flying across the rug, ripping the few inches you’d manage to ease down onto right out of your lube-slick channel. You’d hit the floor with a thud, growling in frustration. This, understandably, had the unfortunate effect of attracting the concern of said roommate, who swiftly burst into your room as if you were in the middle of being robbed. 

The concern quickly morphed into hysterics as he spotted the giant purple dildo wiggling uselessly a few feet away from where you were lying on your stomach, punching the carpet and yelling at him to get out with as much dignity as you could muster.

“That’s my shirt,” he commented dryly, ignoring your pleas for him to forget everything he had just seen. 

“Well it was in my drawer,” you spat back, trying to push the dildo-plate behind you, although the damage was already done.

Jean leaned against the doorframe, folding his arms. “I have so many questions.”

“Our business hours are between 8 and 5, so you’ll have to call back tomorrow. Sorry,” you said with a dismissive wave, subtly kicking the plate and dildo beneath the bed. 

The suction cup chose that moment to pop off, and all ten inches came rolling back into view right where a bar of sunlight was stretching across the floor from the window. It would have almost looked artsy. 

If it weren’t a fucking dildo.

“I thought you ordered a lamp,” he observed mildly, motioning to the huge cardboard box you’d yet to take out to the recycling bin. 

“I’m gonna order you a fleshlight if you don’t shut up,” you grumbled, shoving on a pair of sweatpants.

Jean crinkled his nose, running a hand through his hair. “That thing’s so big, the landlord might start charging us for three tenants if he sees it. Is this a cry for help?”

“I’m trying to prepare myself for seducing Eren at the party Saturday night,” you whisper-yelled, as if anyone else was going to overhear you in your otherwise empty apartment. 

“Jaeger?!” he barked out with a disbelieving laugh. 

“Everyone says he’s huge. I don’t want it to be a disaster.”

“He’s not that fucking big!” he exclaimed incredulously. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Can you like, go be somewhere tonight? Go get so high with Conny you forget you saw anything? I’m gonna go try in the bathroom instead.”

“You’re kicking me out of my own apartment so you can shove a giant, sparkly purple dildo inside of yourself imagining it’s Jaeger’s dork ass?”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me, Jean.”

He groaned. “The bathroom sounds like an even worse idea. You’ll slip, hit your head on something, blood will go everywhere, and we’ll lose the security deposit.”

“Or my plan will work, I’ll get laid this weekend, and you can stop complaining about how grumpy I’ve been lately,” you reasoned matter-of-factly. 

Jean’s hand came to rest on your shoulder as you attempted to push past him to leave the room, aforementioned dildo jiggling menacingly in your hand. “You’re gonna hurt yourself,” he said a little more softly, raising a brow as he cast another look at the offending object.

“I have lube!” you shot back defensively.

Jean glanced up at the ceiling, muttering something about regret under his breath before exhaling, “Let me help you.”

–

In all the years that you’ve known Jean, you’ve done an excellent job at keeping your little crush on him your best kept secret. A secret kept under the most formidable lock and key, buried deep in the depths of your psyche. Tucked away in the very back of a dusty, old cabinet like an expired can of corn. 

Objectively, you know Jean’s handsome. You’re well aware. 

With his intense, hazel eyes—ones that see everything. 

His tall, solid form. 

His sinfully curved, pink lips (and his habit of idly sliding his tongue along the bottom one). 

His long, dexterous fingers—a dangerous thought. 

That fucking mullet he let grow in, which shouldn’t be nearly as sexy as it is when he rolls right out of bed and leaves his room looking like a pillow-rumpled supermodel. 

He’s hot, okay?

And sure, you’ve drunkenly kissed at a few parties over the years. Jean’s seen your ass more times than you can count. Definitely your boobs that time he ran into the bathroom to puke while you were showering. Sometimes he has a habit of putting his head on your lap when you’re both on the couch, nudging you till you card your hands through his soft brown hair like a damn dog. 

But it’s always been platonic. 

Friendly. 

Two people who are just very, very comfortable with one another. Comfortable in knowing that neither intends to ruin their stable, solid friendship by carelessly sprinkling feelings into the mix. 

Comfortably going so far as to share the sordid details of your sex lives (or lack thereof, lately) while leaning against the kitchen counter eating take out food without batting an eye—though you’d be lying if you said you didn’t try to one up him sometimes when you feel that familiar, unwelcome twinge of jealousy yawning awake inside of you.

But this?

This is asking too much of your restraint to keep your heart walled off and your mouth clamped shut. In your defense, it was already left in pitiful tatters after grinning-and-bearing it throughout the seven-month-long nightmare that was Jean dating fucking Pieck. 

—

The next phase of your slew of terrible ideas today began with Jean sitting at the head of your bed, back against the wall, holding the dildo between his legs. Like your own personal fucking dildo holder. Grinning like this wasn’t the single most awkward thing the two of you have ever done (save for the time you both fell asleep with your head in his lap on the couch and woke up to his accidental boner poking you in the ear—neither of you ever mentioned that again). 

And it would have been totally fine if it worked out like you imagined in your head the moment he pitched it—you sinking down onto the silicone schlong a few times, stuffing in as much as you could while he held it still. Then letting him carry on with his day while you lay there in bed for a little while with it lodged inside of you, getting yourself used to the stretch. Totally fine. 

The reality of the situation was far different, entailing a sticky, slippery mess of lube coating of your hands and a dildo that bent and flopped in every direction as you tried to carefully impale yourself on it while maintaining some sense of dignity. 

You had given up fairly quickly, butting your head against Jean’s collarbone and sighing as you asked if he thought Eren would go slow. 

He was quiet for a moment. 

“…do you trust me?” Jean had asked carefully, like his next suggestion wasn’t going to send you spiraling.

Like “Just sit on my dick, as a friend!” wasn’t the most fucking confusing statement your heart, brain, and vagina had ever heard.

–

Which is how you find yourself in your current predicament, straddling Jean Kirstein’s lap with far more inches of him than you’d realized he’d been keeping tucked away buried to the hilt in the velvety heat between your thighs. Raw, skin-to-fucking-skin, because you’re both in a miserable dry spell with not a single condom to be found between the two of you. And somehow the combination of “known you for half of my life” and “just got tested” and “IUD” sounded better than one of you being tasked with trudging to the pharmacy.

Or, god fucking forbid, going down one floor to ask Conny for one.

Nope. 

You have three days to prepare yourself for whatever may come with Eren, so sitting on your best friend’s intimidatingly large dick sans condom the least of your worries. Even if it feels so incredible you’re literally silently choking on the moan threatening to spill past your lips. 

Even if you fucking swear you heard his breath hitch when the thick head of his cock began to slip past your entrance, stretching you open wide as he breached your damp channel. 

Even if he hardly had to touch himself to get hard for this. 

Even if his gaze darkened when you choked out, “Jean, your dick is huge.”

This was a terrible idea. 

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”

“Doing what?!” you ask, exasperated.

He rests his hands on your waist, “Doing this,” and squeezes firmly, “on my dick.”

“This isn’t even sex,” you tell him, ignoring the way the close proximity of his hazel eyes sets a flurry of emotion stuttering in your chest. “It’s like, cockwarming at best. You can’t come from cockwarming if you’re not even turned on.”

Jean raises an eyebrow. “Do you even know how tight you are?”

“That’s obviously why I was worried about Ere—”

“It’s like this,” he cuts you off, wrapping a hand around your throat. It’s a loose hold, only meant to prove a snarky point, but a spark of arousal seeps through your body anyway at the mere suggestion. His eyes widen a fraction at the traitorous way your walls clamp down on him even harder in response. “What, you into being choked?”

“I’m into a lot of things, Jeanie,” you tell him haughtily, trying to ignore the heat blistering beneath your skin.

“Like dumb idiots named Eren Jaeger?” he counters, making to grab for the tongue you’re currently sticking out at him. 

If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think Jean sounds like he’s jealous. 

Which he definitely isn’t. 

But you poke the bear anyway. 

“What, are you jealous?”

He shifts slightly, and you bite your lip to stifle the moan as your cunt spasms around the pressure from his cock. 

If he notices, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, his brow furrows as the corners of his mouth tilt downward slightly. “I just think you deserve better.”

You tug on his earlobe, letting out a weak laugh in an attempt to dispel the sticky, messy feeling of hope trying desperately to cling to the arousal stirring in your gut. “Says the guy who’s currently fucking me.”

Jean scoffs and deadpans, “I thought this wasn’t sex.”

Who are you kidding? Certainly not the tension coiling ruthlessly in your abdomen. 

You move a little, trying and failing to relieve the sensation of hot wax dripping down your spine. Instead, you let out a tiny, strangled noise when your throbbing clit presses down against his pelvis, the resulting flood of pleasure setting every nerve ending in your body on fire.

The way he growls out your name through gritted teeth is a warning, but his low tone only serves to stoke the flames licking their way up between your thighs. 

You move again, inhaling sharply through your nose.

“Fuck,” he groans quietly, head hitting the wall behind him with a resounding thud. 

You’re not sure if he does it on purpose, but his hands find their way back to your hips, calloused fingertips pressing directly against your skin as he slides them up beneath your shirt. His shirt. 

The next time you rock against him, his grip on you tightens. And then, you feel it—he tugs you forward. 

You lean further into him, without really meaning to, forehead coming to rest against his. “What are we…”

“Just keep going,” he murmurs. 

He shifts again, sinking down lower so his back is pressed against the mattress, and you realize the angle gives you more purchase to grind down against him when he pulls at your waist, thumbs lazily skimming your hip bones. 

“Jean…” you whisper, not really sure what else you intend to say. 

“I want you to feel good,” he says softly, pushing his hips against you, even though he’s snugly bottomed out. 

It feels so fucking good—

—laying atop Jean while he stares back up at you, pupils clearly dilated in arousal—

—watching his eyes fall shut as you run a hand along the stubble on his jaw—

—knowing he’s well aware the slickness between your legs is no longer from the lube, your cunt gushing with arousal at the feeling of being stuffed deep with his thick cock. 

So you tell yourself you’ll figure the rest out later when you start to shamelessly grind down against him. 

“You don’t have to be quiet for me,” Jean teases when you cough to cover up a gasp.

Your answering moan is nearly a whimper, and Jean’s muscles tense beneath you as he continues to guide your hips. He doesn’t try to pull his cock out from where it’s lodged inside of you, doesn’t start thrusting and fucking up into you. He just lets you chase the clitoral stimulation you so desperately need while you’re cockwarming him, groaning along with you at each needy drag. 

“Good girl, that’s it.”

This is far more intimate than you bargained for, the gentle slide of his hands up your back scraping your heart out bit-by-bit. 

“Holy shit, you don’t know how close I am to coming right now,” he moans in a gravelly, unsteady tone. 

All you can do is whimper his name when the rubber band suddenly snaps in response, your body trembling as a wave of white-hot pleasure crashes over you. 

And then Jean’s hands are cupping your face, his lips crashing into yours. He kisses you fiercely as you whine and shudder through your orgasm, moaning into your mouth as you card your fingers through his hair. You can feel his cock throb inside of you, pulsing with need as your tight cunt spasms and contracts, relentlessly squeezing his shaft while you soak him with your release. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he’s groaning, both of you too drunk on pleasure to move when he suddenly climaxes, cock pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep in your pussy. 

Chests heaving, Jean slowly sits up, forehead falling against your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. 

After a few minutes of silence, he finally murmurs, “Don’t fuck Jaeger.”

You tilt his head upward, finger resting just below his chin, skimming the stubble that’s there. Too many emotions are swimming in his hazel eyes, more than you can identify—save for one that you recognize with a jolt of clarity. It’s the way you look at him, when he’s not paying attention.

Longing. 

Desire. 

Soft, gentle, unfiltered affection. 

This time, you’re the one to close the distance between your mouths, brushing your lips against his. 

“Who?” you ask, smiling into the kiss. 

Jean chuckles, the sound like warm honey, and he deepens the kiss, one hand sliding to the back of your head. Though you remain seated on his softening length, cum begins to seep from your slick heat, pooling on his balls and abdomen. 

He goes to move, but you don’t budge. “You wanna get cleaned up?”

You shake your head, the corner of your mouth tilting upward with a smirk. “I’m comfortable.”

Jean bites his lower lip, huffing, “My cum’s dripping all over, and I’m two seconds from getting hard again if you keep squeezing down on me like that.”

Feigning a look of innocence, you flex the muscles in your tight, soaked channel one more time for good measure. He chokes, and you grin. 

“Good.”

— likes, comments, &/or reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[fandomfucker]

Hey can you please write a story for me about the reader wanting to please her self well Rhea was on the plane coming home from a show. But when Rhea comes home she finds you breaking one of the rules and intense to push you.

Bonus: could the reader give Rhea some Messy oral. 

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT!! (oral, bondage, handcuffs, usage of strap-on, dildo, slight praise and degradation)

Word Count: 2,427

Reader's POV

It had been a long day, with a lot of pent-up stress and frustration. Not to mention, I had been sexually frustrated for the whole two weeks my girlfriend has been away now.

Rhea had a rule though, I could touch myself, but under no circumstances was I allowed to fill myself with anything. That was for her and her only. As far as rules go it was a pretty mild one.

I generally didn't do much of anything without her anyway and she knew that so the rules were pretty lax, but tonight just seemed like it would be one of those nights.

Getting home from work, I immediately threw my shoes towards the closet, too tired to even bother throwing them inside. My purse was placed on the counter as I happily greeted the dogs.

Having made sure that the pups were happily fed I then walked towards the master bath, deciding that a nice hot bath would do wonders.

Smelling salts, bubbles, music, and candles set the mood for me as I settled in. Closing my eyes I hummed along to the lyrics of whatever Motionless in White song was quietly playing as I thought of my girlfriend.

She was supposed to be back earlier this afternoon but had gotten held up with some work thing and now wasn't supposed to be home until tomorrow or possibly the day after and I was tired of waiting.

Sliding a hand up my stomach and over the mound of my breast I gently toyed with a nipple. My other hand roamed over my thigh, drawing circles on the inside with my thumb just like Rhea would normally do.

My core began to ache and I craved my toys, which were only second best but better than nothing.

Hastily climbing out of the tub and pulling the plug for the water to drain, I dried myself off (taking care to blow out the candles) before making my way to my and Rhea's shared bedroom.

I walked over to the giant dresser, squatting down to open up the bottom drawer filled with toys.

Eventually, I landed on 'fuck the rule' and picked out a medium-sized purple dildo. It wasn't my favorite, but it would have to do until Rhea came back with her strap-on and fingers.

Feeling a little bit adventurous now, I walked over to the big mirror hanging on the wall in front of the throne in our bedroom.

Getting down on my knees, I used the suction cup on the bottom of the dildo and stuck it to the mirror.

I began to gently stroke the purple dildo before taking it into my mouth, coating it in my own saliva. I pulled back, spitting on it before massaging the spit around its girth.

Reaching down between my legs, I traced the lips of my pussy before moving inwards and beginning to rub my clit.

I thought of Rhea and how she would look between my legs, watching me get wetter and wetter for her as I got off to her. How her lips would feel on the inside of my thigh, coating me in black lipstick after winning a match.

Beginning to feel my wetness drip down my leg I turned myself away from the mirror and backed up into it, looking back just long enough to direct the dildo's tip to my entrance. I rocked back on my knees and seated myself on it.

I had now officially broken Rhea's rule but it felt so good that I couldn't just stop now.

I fucked myself on the mirror as I switched between massaging my clit and my nipples. I was beginning to feel the familiar tightening in my gut. I was so close. I kept my eyes on the carpet below me as I began to pant slightly, a light sheen coating my skin.

Suddenly my head was jerked backward, towards the sky, by the roots of my hair. My eyes watered from the slight burning pain. But there, in all her glory, stood my pissed-off girlfriend.

Immediately I stopped in my tracks, my face dropped and lost all its color. I was so fucked, and not in a good way.

"H-hey, babe." I smiled nervously up at her. She wasn't supposed to be there for at least another few hours.

"What are you doing?" She asked me rhetorically, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"Nothing." I tried nonchalantly. Much to my dismay, as I said that a large droplet of my secretion slid down around the dildo, which was still fake balls deep inside of me, and hit the floor.

Unfortunately, because of just how smart I am having chosen a mirror, Rhea managed to get both a front and back row seat to just how wet I was.

Squatting down to be eye level with me, Rhea dropped the handful of hair she had fisted, now opting to grab my chin instead.

"I thought we'd talked about this." She chided disapprovingly.

I pretended to think about it for a second before innocently responding, "You know, we might've. Probably just slipped my mind."

Not liking this answer, she gripped my shoulders and pulled me away from the mirror, dislodging the dildo from my pussy where it had so graciously set up camp while I talked with Rhea.

I moaned as it slid out, slapping against the mirror wetly as it dripped with my lube. Missing its warmth I looked up at Rhea, pleading with my eyes.

"Nuh-uh." She tutted me. "You know the rules."

Sliding her hand up the back of my neck, she grabbed a fistful of hair at the roots and dragged me towards her, forcing me to stand up.

Now standing on my feet, my legs were shaking terribly. To the point where it was extremely noticeable and drew Rhea's attention.

Looking down at my trembling limbs, a small smirk grew on her face. She gently kicked one of my feet, telling me to spread my legs apart.

I did as she told me and spread my legs. I could feel my secretion, (only made worse by Rhea) as it slid between the folds of my pussy, dripping down onto the floor.

"You're such a slut. Now, is that for Mami? Or is it for that filthy cock?" Rhea growled at me, tugging my head back to look her in the eye.

I whimpered quietly in pain before answering her, "For you, Mami. Only and always you."

Rhea grinned at me and slid her hand from the roots of my hair to my neck, gripping it like a vice. Guiding me by my neck, she turned us around and walked me backward towards the bed.

The backs of my legs hit the bedframe, stopping me in my tracks as I slightly bent backward as Rhea kept coming closer.

Looking me up and down, Rhea reached her other hand up and placed it just below my belly button. Taking her time, she slid her hand further up my stomach, stopping just below my ribs before pushing me down to lay on my back on the bed.

She then tapped my knee, motioning that she wanted me further up on the bed. I followed suit, scooting up towards the top of the bed, and laying my head at the bottom of the pillows.

Rhea began to undress, never breaking her eye contact with me as she did so. She slipped off her shirt and shorts before dropping her panties, leaving her lacy black bra on.

Getting up onto the bed on her knees, she crawled forward so that she was above me. Her hands lay just above my shoulders holding her up as my hips lay between her knees.

"Since you're just so eager to please yourself, you're going to have to wait now. I'm going first." Rhea spoke lowly.

I nodded hungrily as I tried my best to maintain eye contact and keep my hands to myself.

The only thing I liked more than my own orgasms were hers, and I'd do anything to be the one giving them to her.

"Please Mami, let me pleasure you," I begged, just wanting to taste her.

Rhea ran her tongue along the edges of her teeth in thought before patting my cheek in approval.

Grabbing the pillow that was just above my head, she threw it to the floor so that there wouldn't be as many obstacles before crawling up the bed, her wet pussy now just inches from my face as she held herself above me.

"And what do you do if you need to breathe?" Rhea asked me, demanding that I answer before we keep going. She could be cruel sometimes but safety was important to her.

"Tap twice."

"Good girl," she purred, her knees sliding apart as she dropped down onto my face. My hands immediately came up to grip her tatted thighs, holding on like they were my lifeline as hers went into my hair.

I breathed in her scent as I immediately stuck my tongue out, lapping at her wetness. My nose rubbed up against her clit, causing her to moan and grip my hair harder, only encouraging me.

Wanting to please her, I stuck my tongue into her pussy and began thrusting in and out, faster and harder each time. My left hand gripped her thigh for leverage as I brought my right hand to her clit, switching between gentle and rough.

I was starting to run out of air but I'd rather die than be pulled away from her. Luckily, I could tell she was close and thrust my tongue even faster, adding in two fingers as my thumb continued to massage her clit.

Hitting her climax, Rhea exploded all over my face, her legs shaking and tightening around my head as I continued to gently lap at her, helping her ride it out.

She laid back on my stomach, her head on my thighs as I continued cleaning her up. She spread her legs further apart to give me some room to finally breathe as she caught her own breath.

I could both see and feel the strings of her cum as she was pulled away from my lips. Her having left my face a sticky mess of pleasure.

Deciding that she was clean enough, Rhea rolled off of me to sit on her knees next to my stomach.

A look of contemplation came over her face before she got up and walked over to the drawer of toys.

I lifted my head to see what she was grabbing but she was intentionally blocking my view to prevent me from doing just that.

I laid my head back down and waited for her to come back. And when she did, she held a pair of purple fuzzy handcuffs.

Smiling devilishly, she secured each of my hands into a cuff above my head before tying each of my feet to the end pillars of the bed frame using the rope that was permanently situated there.

As much as I was growing nervous as she continued tying me up, I grew excited too.

I was already so close to orgasming that just a single sensual touch from her would send me over at this point.

Hell, just having her come multiple times on or by me would make me come myself, no touches required.

Finally securing the ropes to where she wanted them, Rhea looked up at me, grinning as she saw the growing discomfort on my face.

"Use your words, Princess." She teased as she trailed the tips of her fingernails across the inside of my thigh, tracing circles as she went higher.

"Mami, please. Please, fuck me Mami." I pleaded hungrily.

I made grabby hands from where my wrists were cuffed above my head, motioning to her that I wanted her bra off.

She chuckled lowly before reaching back and unclasping it, sensually slipping it over her breasts and down her stomach before tossing it over her shoulder to the floor.

"Mami, you're teasing." I groaned in impatience and wiggled around for just the slightest bit of friction at this point.

She gripped my hip, hard, to stop me from moving, her other hand taking hold of my throat.

"No, I'm not." She stated gruffly as she harshly inserted her ring and middle finger into me with the hand that was previously holding my hip.

I gasped as her fingers entered me and immediately began pumping at a quickened pace.

Her fingers mercilessly pounded in and out of me, my gasping and whimpering only encouraging Rhea to add another finger, going even harder and faster.

She never failed to make me a writhing, moaning mess. And I was so close. "Mami, please. I'm almost there." I moaned, begging her.

Suddenly, Rhea fully stopped everything she was doing and pulled her fingers out of me. I whined at the loss of contact after being so fucking close to coming and looked at her in confusion and desperation.

"What? You didn't really think you'd get away that easy did you?" She questioned me. "Close your eyes."

Begrudgingly, I did as she said and closed my eyes. Not two minutes later I felt her hoist up my legs by the back of my thighs, along with her using her fingers to slightly stretch my opening again. 

My eyes flew open as I felt something much bigger than her fingers be inserted into me. I looked to where Rhea was and my mouth watered as I saw her kneeling in front of me, my legs propped around her hips, on the bed, wearing her strap-on. I threw my head back, closing my eyes in ecstasy as she tore into me, fucking me hard and fast with her strap. 

"Mami, I'm close," I whined. I always had to have her permission to come and I was ready and wanting.

Rhea smirked at me as she picked up the pace, bringing one of her hands up to massage my clit. "Go ahead, Sweetheart." With the added stimulation on my clit I came almost immediately after being given permission. My legs shook violently as Rhea slowed down a bit, helping me ride it out. I gasped for air as my orgasm ripped it out of my lungs.

She began to untie my legs before climbing on top of me to undo the handcuffs.

I stared up at her in awe as she did so, still trying to catch my breath.

She noticed my staring and got off me, opting to sit next to me instead. Brushing a piece of hair off my sticky forehead she leaned down, mere centimeters from my lips. "If you're going to pleasure yourself when I'm not home, at least next time facetime me. Yeah?"

I nodded my head at her, agreeing to anything and everything she could ever say, relishing in the sweet kiss she gave me in response. Maybe I should break the rules more often.

[wriothesleysgf]

˚ ⊹ ₊˚ what you've been told — eren jaeger .

cws : ceo ! eren, degradation+ name calling, toys, collar, mentions of flogging, wrist restraints, puppy play.

notes : a little bit of an insight into my awful case of erenrot. . . this is my first time writing for him so the characterization might not be the best !

"i'm fucking working." eren spat the same excuse that you were downright tired of hearing.

"but i-" you would begin, though he'd shoot you a piercing glare that would quickly shut you down. you were beyond bored of spending hours in your boyfriend's penthouse with nothing to do. sure, eren let you do anything you wanted, and even buy anything you pleased with his black card. although (countless shopping sprees later) all you truly wanted was his attention.

you had tried simply asking the man. you had tried crawling under his desk and pawing at his crotch, even sitting yourself on his lap when you were certain that he wasn't in a meeting. all of these feats had been met with varying degrees of punishment, ranging from a few lashes from eren's trusty black flogger to being subjected to hours of the man rearranging your insides, only to deny your orgasm each and every time.

in all honesty, he found it rather cute how needy you were. it was almost as if the only thoughts in that pathetic little brain of yours was getting your needy puppycunt stuffed to the brim. he looked down at your dumb, wide eyes as you sat at his feet, practically humping the expensive pair of chelsea boots that he wore, despite working from home.

"such a fucking needy slut," he mumbled under his breath. eren then rose from his seat, finding it difficult not to smirk when to trailed behind on your knees and even remained sat near the door when he told you to "stay" — truly like his lost little puppy. he went all the way to your playroom, a room he'd had built specifically for certain. . . activities. there he gathered an array of items that could keep you entertained for as long as he saw necessary.

"remember, you do what i tell you. only good mutts get to cum." you nodded vigorously in response. "so strip."

honestly, you there wasn't anything going on in your pretty head, all previously existing thoughts having been consumed by lust. once you were bare, eren ordered you to the floor nearby his desk. you were situated where nobody on his webcam could see you, yet he had a perfect view from behind his monitors.

"good puppy," he praised, patting your head. though indeed intended a demeaning and belittling act, you found it adorable and were smiling widely.

hell, you were so needy that you didn't even question eren's actions as he secured a pretty pink collar around your neck, decorated with bows and a small bell, and restricted your wrists behind your back with a long piece of pastel pink rope. you didn't even flinch when he stuck the suction cup of a medium-sized dildo to the hardwood floor.

"entertain yourself," he instructed, taking a seat back at his desk. despite trying to focus on the work to be done before him, his eyes were fixated on nothing but you.

considering how wet and needy you already were, you didn't require any additional prep. gently, you took the fake cock inside of you without any resistance. it was much smaller than eren was, thus didn't fully satisfy your cravings — you had to reason with yourself that at least this was better than nothing.

slowly but surely, you bounced on the dildo and the little bell adorning your neck rang with each movement. soon the frustration began to settle in, for the toy alone wasn't enough to bring you as close to the edge as you desired to be. long, drawn out whines of eren's name were met with threatening stares, wordlessly warning you to shut up.

"jesus, fuck," he exclaimed, piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine. "d'ya want me to go grab a gag for you, bitch? ain't no way you're cumming at this rate, whore."

you tried to be quieter, you really did. but the burn from fucking yourself was quickly becoming more prominent, prompting further whimpers and mumbles to fall past your lips.

"'m s- 'm- s- so-" you began feeble attempts to apologize as eren slammed his hands down on his desk, pushing his chair back and striding towards you.

"up." he demanded, motioning with two fingers.

you felt dizzy, the tiny gesture leaving you daydreaming of how those fingers would feel inside of you. more blubbers, and even few tears, came from you, though they were met with an abundance of nonchalance. he didn't even help as you struggled to stand, swaying side to side due to the fact that your wrists remained bound.

"go. now. ass up, face down. might ruin both of your holes for being such a nasty slut."

you made the mistake of moaning a little as a reply.

"good puppies don't talk back. then again, you're nothing but a filthy bitch, right? 's that what you are? sir's good for nothing, cockhungry mutt? 'm gonna have to break this bad behaviour. and be careful, if you keep this up i'll take you back to the pound, princess."

[fillinforlater]

Eleven to One: Award Show Vibrations

Male Reader x Ahn Yujin, Kim Minju

Length: 1117 words

Tags: daddy kink, two sluts, cum hungry, bend over, quickie, cum into pussy, cum stays in pussy, sex toys, dildo, plugged with a dildo, vibrator, public stimulation/humiliation, thigh riding, dominant!you

TW: QUICKE; BARELY EDITED

Inspiration/Credit: written by @friskyriskywhisky, I got inspired and added stuff. He had the idea though, so thanks a lot! I love your asks and ideas!

(A/N: Something small while I write these bigger pieces. This takes place at a pretty undefined place in the 11 to 1 Universe, doesn't have much influence on the "story" lol. Have fun.)

"Daddy... I want it now."

"I've told you, we can't do it now, Yujinnie. I don't want to ruin your dress."

"You don't have to ruin my dress or makeup,” Yujin nags and leans over to your left ear, "I just want your warm cum inside me before I walk out there~" 

Yujin turns towards Minju on her left, gently grabs her friend’s shoulders and pushes her right in front of you. What a naughty idea of Yujin. Minju is your toy for today, going to satisfy all your needs right up in the VIP box. Only guests like you, with an abundance of money and the right connections get into such a remote and unobscured place. It’s perfect to watch everything without causing any suspicion. 

Guess you'll get to use your toy earlier than you thought. No foreplay is initiated, everyone is on the same page. Yujin lays down on a table with soft leather cushions placed upon it, while Minju bends over right next to her. Just like Yujin, Minju has been trained well and accepts your full length with ease. It's rare that you don't have to put up the 'tough daddy act' and get to chase your own orgasm from the get go.

Minju doesn't complain that you're already frantically thrusting into her from behind, she tries to sync up with you, pushing her ass towards you to increase the intensity. Her pussy clamps down around your cock with great tightness, but what sends your brain and balls into overdrive are her deep, breathy moans. It’s as important for your quick orgasm as her exposed ass after she bunched up her black dress or her wide hips on the palms of your hands.

You pull out of Minju and swiftly turn towards Yujin. Yujin got herself already prepared, her panties right beside her on the table, her legs spread apart ready for your deposit. With one forceful thrust inside Yujin, you inhibit yourself with all of your willpower to not ruin her right then and there. Yujin locks you in place with her legs, her heels poking your back. Naturally, you flood her insides with all the cream you saved up over an entire day.

"Yujin-unnie, the time! You have to hurry," Minju shouts, eyes focused on the clock.

"Oh shit! Your cum is still oozing out of me, Daddy, what do I do?"

Although Minju immediately dives between Yujin’s legs and does her best to clean Yujin up, there's still too much cum. With horniness from the feral act clouding your judgment, you shove dildo from your pocket right into Yujin, the suction cup at its bottom being a makeshift cover for her pussy. Being the gentleman that you are, you put her panties back on for her. To feel up her calves and thighs is certainly a nice reward for the work your fingers put in. 

"This should plug you up nicely. Now get out there and do what you do best! And don't let it fall out of you, try to maintain a poker face, alright?"

"Thank you, Daddy! See you soon! Have fun with Minju-unnie!"

Yujin struts out of the room with confidence. The sound of the door closing brings you back to your senses. You remember that this was no ordinary dildo. From your other pocket you pull out an object in the same color with multiple buttons on it. With an exciting expression, you show it to Minju.

"Minmin, what do you think the range of this remote is?"

Time to find out.

Through the window on the far side of the VIP room, you see Yujin walking towards the photo zone with poise. She looks stunning, even from afar, but to get an even better visual on her, you open up the stream on your phone. You then press on the remote and notice her brows furrow for a second. In a new surge of your libido, you turn up the vibration slightly, keeping yourself from going to the strongest setting.

The inner workings of your brain run wild, your imagination makes you see the craziest pictures. Like Yujin failing to maintain her facade and squirting right on the red carpet. The dildo would slip right out of her followed by strings of your cum. Or pictures of her blushing and moaning on stream as a stream of white makes its way out, from the side of her drenched lace panties, down her thighs and then staining the red carpet itself.

You swear that her skin is glowing, her toes probably turn all white and grip the base of her high-heels. In a similar manner to how her pussy is clinging onto the toy which was meant for her Unnie. Speaking of Minju, she is also very much focused on the stream, but also on your thigh which she is slowly riding.

At one point Yujin’s hips become tilted to the side a little bit unnaturally. She crossed her legs, probably using her inner thighs to keep the dildo in place. A lip bite and unsure, fearful eyes are indicators for how much Yujin struggles to keep her composure.

"Daddy, please use MinMin instead,” Minju whines and shuffles from your thigh to your lap, “You don't want to ruin Yujin's career, right?" 

You're glad that Minju Angel is here talking some sense back into your head, suppressing the demons inside you. Those demons that make you want to turn the vibration to such extremes that you could see Yujin fall to her knees through the window while spraying her cum and your cum everywhere. No matter how strong they may have been today, you turn the dial back down.

Yujin keeps pinching her dress around her waist. You realize she must be doing that to adjust the garment between her legs. The vibration turns off and you notice a sigh of relief from Yujin. With no more shenanigans or teases from you turning it up, she regains her confidence during the following interview by the hosts.

"Fuck, Minju take that remote away from me. This is too tempting."

Minju gently takes the device away and drops it somewhere behind the couch. Her face comes close to yours and with a greedy kiss, you take in her scent and the taste of her delicious lips. It’s one pair of lips you definitely got to ruin in this box. The other wraps around your fingers as they easily slip inside.

“Isn’t Minmin more tempting?” Minju says with surprising confidence. You adore her flushed cheeks for a second, her stern eyes for another second, then her tight dress for a final second.

“My Minmin has rarely looked better.”

[aspiring-house-husband]

I had planted the seeds a while ago, and i was cultivating the crop. 

“Sure, they say that pussy is just a fleshlight for its partner, but cock is a dildo, isn’t it?” 

“dick is just a toy to play with, that’s all.”

“no use comparing yourself to the size of a dildo, all dicks are just dildos anyway.”

it was a rhetoric that invaded your mind and took it over. you’d never thought of it that way, and you didn’t even realize that you are now. your cock… nothing but a toy. a dildo for use by someone more capable. useless but in the pleasure of another. 

all the while, another thought can’t help but invade your mind. i’m the one who led you to this new understanding, and i’m the one who can therefore make the best use of such a toy. it’s almost a shame that i don’t have your cock, isn’t it? i’m the one who’d know how to use it. i’m the one who would get the most pleasure out of it, near inconsequential your own pleasure is in comparison. why would you ever worry about that? a toy doesn’t orgasm, a toy serves another’s orgasm. 

or so your subconscious concluded. or so was whispered to you in half-awakes and dream-sleeps. or so you were lead to believe by the lulling voices and the gentle touches that disappeared when you woke. voices you rarely remembered and never believed were anything more than your imagination. after all, i couldn’t possibly be feeding you such information. i was your roommate, not… not your… 

when you closed your eyes, all you saw was pulsing lights. you couldn’t explain it, but i encouraged you not to worry. tired eyes see things that aren’t there. tired minds that think far too much will misremember. 

i had planted the seeds. i could reap what i sowed. 

one day, you were ready to take a shower and threw open the curtain. but the sight you found was a suction cup dildo, proudly jutting from the shower wall. you’d already stripped, and when you found yourself hard, comparing yourself to it… well, you knew that the toy belonged to me. in your mind, you weren’t sure which toy you were speaking of. 

you hesitated outside of my door, trying to find the word. i was your… your… the word lived on your tongue but couldn’t leave your mouth. it wasn’t until i opened the door and you laid eyes on me, my bare skin, my slight smirk, that you found your tongue. 

“master,” you breathed, hand between your legs holding your erection back. “master, your dildo was in the shower. id like to return it for your use.”

“is that so?” i ask, reaching out to tease back your hand and let your cock spring free. 

“yes, sir.”

“good boy.”

and what else could you do but let me use you as a toy? that’s all you were, after all. a dildo for use in my pleasure. 

[hypnoneghoul]

Arms?

WC: 815

Relationship: Mountain/Rain

Tags: They/them (implied) autistic Rain, anal sex, double penetration, tentacle dildo

Mountain once mentioned having a history with tentacles and Rain… What happened?

Notes: Elaborating on what I hinted at in "Brilliant Mind".

Read under the cut or on AO3.

“Tadpole, fuck, please, I can’t, I-” Mountain moaned into the sheets, gripping them so hard he heard the fabric rip. Quite a while ago, actually.

“You know, there’s this fun creature, bigfin squid,” Rain said matter-of-factly, ignoring his pleas and pushing the dildo into Mountain’s ass again. He was knelt on their bed, his face shoved down, back arching and giving Rain beautiful access as they worked the toy in and out of his hole. “It was first spotted around Brazil, in 1988. It turns out to be huge, from twenty six to even forty feet. It’s got these really long tentacles, you know.”

Mountain was losing his mind. Or maybe he already lost it, he couldn’t be sure. Rain approached him earlier with an, oh, so innocent, expression and a pretty blush asking if the earth ghoul would be up to trying out their new toy with them. Naturally, Mountain agreed, but he was sure Rain would want to get fucked with it. He couldn’t be more wrong.

The water ghoul got so excited when they took in the nearly scared yet very willing expression on Mountain’s face when they showed him their new purchase. 

It was a tentacle dildo, because of course it was. Light blue, thick and long, with tons of suckers along its length and curved in a way that made the earth ghoul’s knees buckle slightly. He all but threw himself face down ass up onto the bed. He wishes he wasn’t so eager, now.

First Rain took ages to stretch him out with their fingers, reducing Mountain to a whiny puddle of a ghoul in mere minutes. His doom, though, was when Rain finally started working the dildo into him, and talking.

“Or maybe it's just arms, there aren’t really any good pictures,” they sighed. “You know, octopuses don’t actually have tentacles?”

Rain stopped then, both talking and moving, and that made Mountain realise that wasn’t a rhetorical question.

“They- they d- don’t?” he mewled, shuddering.

“No, it’s just arms, it’s actually funny,” as if to prove it the water ghoul giggled, resuming their movements. “Arms have the suction cups along the entire length, tentacles only near the end. This isn’t actually a tentacle, you know, it’s an arm, like an octopus’.”

Mountain was fully shaking now, thighs barely holding him up, his untouched cock aching as Rain abused his prostate. He was nearly sure he was crying too, but even if he did, the sheets were soaking his tears right up. The drag of the textured toy over his walls felt so good, yet he felt like he was dying.

“Oh, Mounty, are you crying?” ah, so he was, if Rain noticed too. Well, now he was actually sobbing, pathetically trying to push back onto the dildo held in the water ghoul’s steady grip. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll give it to you, you'll be fine.”

Rain shifted then, moved to kneel just besides Mountain as they pulled the not-tentacle fully out of him. He cried out at the sudden emptiness but the water ghoul didn’t give him time to complain, filling him with their cock in one thrust, hips flush with the bigger’s ass. They both moaned as Rain started up a slow but purposeful rhythm fucking into Mountain. He was gone, so very gone, not even noticing when Rain sneaked their tail to wrap around their cock, not until they squeezed and started jacking him off with the appendage.

“I’ve got to take you to the lake sometime,” they groaned, and the earth ghoul could feel something prod at his asshole above Rain’s cock. “I could show you how good real tentacles work. Wouldn’t you want that?”

Oh… Mountain forgot about that. About how water ghouls could… had tentacles, in their aquatic unglamoured form. Or arms, whatever, it wasn’t an arm for them, more of a cock. He cried out nodding as best as he could considering his position.

“Yeah, how slimy they are, how they wiggle,” and something slimy did start wiggling its way along the water ghoul’s dick. Well, not just something, that monstrous dildo.

“Tadpole, I can’t, ‘s- ‘s too much…” Mountain was way beyond words, spitting them out with drool.

“No, it’s okay,” Rain cooed, one hand softly running over the earth ghoul’s sweaty back. They pulled their cock out a bit, pushing the dildo in more. “You can do it. Let them in.”

Not that he had much choice as Rain went from soft words and touches to slamming both his cock and the toy into Mountain in one movement with no warning. His vision went white as he screamed, his orgasm crashing into him like a freight train.

The next thing he remembers is being sprawled out on his front in Rain’s nest, with a cool body on top of his back, soft purr in his ear and sore ass.

[safetycar-restart]

subby alpha! logan in the porn au. he’d be good at knotting toy reviews, especially when you’re the hands pushing in just off screen.

🪢

I… holy fuck. 🪢 anon you’re a GENIUS!!!! Also we definitely need to discuss a/b/o more in the porn au, absolutely brilliant combination right there.

So firstly, I think alpha!logan would have had a pretty successful career as a camboy before he joins the studio and that’s where he got his start. His viewers loved seeing his big alpha cock bouncing as he rode dildos and let out high pitched whines and moans like an omega would.

He joins the studio because he wants to earn more money and knows he’ll need the studio’s resources to do that. He gets hired immediately, because of course he does. It’s a no brainer for you.

With Logan’s start in camming, you first set him up doing toy reviews and solo videos, because that’s close to what he was doing before and you know he’ll do it well.

Maybe the first time you’re involved in one of these videos is actually unplanned? You’re watching as Logan films a toy review which included a vibrating dildo. The issue was that the dildo didn’t have a suction cup so he couldn’t ride it easily and it felt so good that his arms couldn’t stop shaking and he couldn’t fuck himself properly with it.

He asks for a break so he can calm down and gather himself and try to work out how he’s going to use use the dildo. You go to talk to him then, praising him for how well he’s doing.

And Logan, being the subby little thing that he is, immediately just turns to goo upon hearing your praise. He smiles so widely at you, making grabby hands for you so he can cuddles before he has to continue.

He asks you how you think he should use the dildo, and explains why he’s having so much trouble. You suggest him just not using it anymore, because he’s already tried it and clearly liked it and there’s other toys he can use to cum.

But he whines and bats his eyelashes at you, telling you that he loves the dildo and he wants to cum with it but he doesn’t know how to do that without it slipping.

That’s when you suggest that you can do it for him, that way he can just lay there and enjoy and tell the camera how it feels. Logan is IMMEDIATELY on board with this. He’s never actually shot anything with you before, but he’s been wanting to for so long.

At first the plan is that you’ll be silent, just your hands in the shot as you hold the dildo for Logan.

In hindsight, you really should have known that you wouldn’t be able to just do that. Of course Logan wouldn’t be able to fuck himself with it if you’re holding it.

The moment you put it in him, he’s whining and shaking and begging for more. And well, how can you deny him?

You start to move the dildo and then end up jerking him off as well and it’s the best. You ask him what he thinks of the toy, making him give an actual review before he’s allowed to cum and he’s such a mess.

And of course once filming is over, he gets to come back to your office for aftercare.

You playing with Logan becomes a very popular series after that.

[ghoultrifle]

There's a First Time For Everything Chapter 2 - Fighting With You

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Dewdrop buys the toys he's been so curious about, with only a few breakdowns along the way. Set immediately after the previous chapter.

Notes: Fun fact! The toy reviews are almost all verbatim reviews from the lovehoney website :) isn't that fun! thank you to the unnamed friend who reignited my passion for reading sex toy reviews ashdfklhsg

I'm going to give a very slight warning for dubcon. Nothing happens, but Dewdrop gets in his own head about what might happen. Of course, Rain would never.

And a big thanks to @everybodyshusband for proofreading and hyping me up <333

Read below the cut or on AO3

“‘m ready,” Dewdrop whispers into Rain’s neck, pushing the larger ghoul off his lap, “Wanna get the feeling back in my legs,” he chuckles.

“Are you sure, Dewbug? We can wait if you want, I’ll still love you even if you never end up buying anything.”

Dewdrop grabs the water ghoul’s chin, bringing his head down to eye level, “I’ve never been so sure in my life, especially with you here,” it isn’t entirely the truth, but Dewdrop is feeling better than before, “Anyway, what is your opinion on what I sent you?”

Rain pauses before dragging a stack of filing boxes next to Dew’s chair, perching on them to watch the screen. As Dewdrop logs back in (his password is rainisgay69, ironic for someone who on some level of his dysphoria-ridden brain believes rain is secretly straight), their eyes are accosted with the bright screen illuminating the now dark room, a lilac dildo front and centre on the screen. The description reads, “Realistic Silicone Suction Cup Dildo - Perfect For Beginners”. It’s veiny, a respectable length and girth, nothing that would rip the ghoul open, but enough for him to feel the stretch, to feel full. It looks respectable, with the bonus that Dewdrop could definitely throw it into a strap on the rare occasion he does want to top; he could finally stop stealing from Cirrus.

Dewdrop flicks through the photos, capturing the length, girth, and the size comparable to a hand. Rain’s cock begins to stir at the last picture, remembering that one day he may be lucky enough to hold it, to fuck Dewdrop sweetly and gently with it while he rubs and flicks at the fire ghoul’s small dick, wringing out the most lascivious moans as Dew finally experiences divine pleasure. But this isn’t about him, so Rain wills the blood to return to his head so he can give a coherent response to his mate.

“Fuck, baby, it looks perfect,” he coos, planting a chaste kiss on Dewdrop’s cheek. He can’t help the sly comment that leaves his mouth before his brain can catch up, his mind preoccupied with the image of the toy against Dewdrop’s auburn curls, “Gonna look so good against your dripping cunt, heard ginger and purple go well together.”

The darks of Dewdrop’s eyes widen, and Rain’s face drops as he realises what he just said, “Shit- fuck- I’m fucking- I’m sorry Dewy that wasn’t the right time. I promise I’d be fine if you bought this and it just sat on the shelf forever. Or- or if you didn’t even buy it. Actually, I’d be fine if you banned all sex toys. You coul-”

A firm but gentle slap to the face interrupts the water ghoul, “Alright, wrap it up Sappy Steve. Save it for when I’m actually panicking, okay?” he chides, “And I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

He briefly glances at the top reviews, struggling to believe what he’s reading:

“I have recently celebrated my 70th birthday and this gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

“This is amazing. I can't believe how satisfying it is for a transgender person. I love to sit on it.”

Dewdrop laughs so hard he has fresh tears spilling down his face. That’s a new hobby unlocked: reading sex toy reviews online.

“See!” Rain exclaims, pointing at the screen and nudging Dewdrop’s shoulder, “You’re not the only trans person who wants to get fucked nasty with a toy,” the water ghoul is beaming at the review, hoping it will ease Dewdrop’s apprehension about it all. They’re having fun but Rain won’t pretend he hasn’t noticed how the other’s hand has been trembling as he navigates the website, how Dewdrop’s taking deep yet rapid breaths, his free hand worrying the ring on his middle finger.

The basket icon lights up as Dewdrop’s informed he only has to spend £15 more to get free delivery, “Might as well get the vibrator too, then?” he shrugs weakly, voice catching in his throat as he navigates to the second link he sent Rain earlier. “POWERFUL Vibrator - For Internal and External Use” it reads. Dewdrop re-examines it, looking at each photo in turn, breath turning shaky as he thinks about using it, putting it inside him, where no object has ventured before. As he thinks about the hard plastic sliding in, surely cold and rigid, perhaps he’ll be so dry that it will hurt, and he’ll just have to grin and bear it for his Rain.

The desk begins to shake slightly as Dewdrop’s knee bounces up and down with a fevered pace. His thumb is in his mouth, biting at the skin around his nails, leaving it red and sore. It’s getting to him. This is real. In just a few days he’ll be laying with Rain as he freaks out about it all. Now he’s told the water ghoul he wants it, he feels pressured, like he can’t say no anymore. Because if he says no, then he’s clearly leading Rain on for something that will never happen, and Rain really will break up with him this time. Why would he be with someone who is clearly never going to get over his fear of penetration? Perhaps Rain is straight and just waiting for Dewdrop to realise he is a woman after all, and when he finds out that Dew is just a man who’s scared of dick, he’ll run to the mountains, screaming a warning to everyone: Don’t Date Dewdrop.

A third set of tears begin to tumble their way down his cheeks, a small waterfall flowing with each blink the ghoul makes. His eyes are glassy, he can no longer see the offending toy on the computer, just a set of blurry white pixels laden with illegible text, Rain must have scrolled it down. Rain brings the fire ghoul into the warmest hug he can muster, peppering kisses to his neck. There is no sexual element to it, just pure love for his mate. His mate who he wishes he could take all the dysphoria from and suffer through it himself if it would mean a better life for Dewdrop. His mate who loves Dewdrop in a way the fire ghoul cannot even begin to fathom.

He truly believes he’s unlovable on a fundamental level, that his identity makes him some freak in between man and woman, that no guy would want to fuck him or be fucked by him, and no woman would take his pathetic excuse for a dick, even if he did want to top. It’s solidified in Dewdrop’s mind that Rain is only with him for his own sexual gratification, and now that Dewdrop wants to explore his own pleasure, he’ll be left to figure it out on his own. The image of him weeping as he forces a dildo into himself, cold and alone in his bedroom, is being seared further into his brain with every second that passes. Until he’s brought back to reality by Rain’s shuffling arm.

Rain decides against a tissue; Copia clearly had no regard for his own skin since the tissues in his office may as well have been constructed from sandpaper. Instead, he brings a bunched-up sleeve to Dewdrop’s eyes, catching the tears as he calms the sniffling ghoul beneath him, rocking them together in a soothing motion much like his mother would do in the pit. Words wouldn’t do Dewdrop’s pain justice; consolation would feel inadequate and pity, well, is just that and Dewdrop deserves better. He’s sure that if he reached inside the fire ghoul’s mind for just a moment, it would be more than he could ever bear. So, Rain opts for silence. The kind of silence you could sit in for eternity. The kind of silence where the world is at peace; there’s no buzzing of electricity, no shuffling in the quarters, just the sound of a gentle breeze creeping its way in through the poorly sealed windows, whistling hello as it sings its song. Rain rocks them for what could have been hours, Dewdrop isn’t sure, the sun had already set by the time he started.

Fresh air stings Dewdrop’s eyes. The flood has stopped, Rain’s sleeves near-soaked as the fire ghoul blinks the last of the hot tears from his weary eyes. His own sleeve is drenched in a thick layer of snot as he wipes his nose, the water ghoul looking on in a weird adoration for his mate. If Rain could watch him do that and still love him, then maybe there was hope. As he squints his eyes to focus on the screen, Dewdrop’s confronted with the reviews for the vibrator:

“My clit is tingling like a mo fo!! Thanks lovehoney. What a piece of cum equipment.”

“It took longer to get the item out of the packaging than it did for my wife to cum.”

Okay, maybe it isn’t quite so serious. As hilariously honest as the reviews are, it does spark something in Dewdrop- the curiosity at what these toys feel like, at how they’re so much better than just a set of hands. There must be a reason the vibrator gets a 4.7/5 on the ‘orgasm rating’. Dewdrop hesitates over the button that would add it to the basket, “I’m scared, Rain,” he admits with a sigh of relief, finally putting words to it.

“Then do it scared, spitfire,” the water ghoul replies, “Want and fear can coexist. If you truly don’t want to then I support you, droplet, but it sounds like you’re just conflicted. I think when the time comes, you’ll be glad the toys are ready for you, just like I will be.”

Dewdrop melts into the larger ghoul’s embrace. Rain has somehow managed to reach into Dew’s brain and lay his feelings bare on the table, raw and sensitive. But he’s right, about everything. Dewdrop does want it, he is scared, and he should buy it anyway. “Fuck it,” he smirks, stifled only slightly by a sniffle, as he adds the item to the basket, heading to the checkout page, a fuck you to his dysphoria. Copia’s bank details autofill and Dewdrop doesn’t complain; he’s not been left with much money since being charged with sourcing the pack’s weed on tour. Before he gives himself a chance to second guess his actions, he completes the order.

The thick tension that had filled the air dissipates in an instant, Dewdrop slumps in his chair as Rain idly braids a loose plait into hair, whispering praises to his love, “So proud of you, droplet. Whatever comes of this I want you to remember how brave you are for getting this far, okay?”

“Brave? In what world?” Dewdrop huffs.

“In this world, my love. In this world where every day is a fight between your mind and your body. In this world, where today, your mind won. And in this world where your mind won’t win every day but where I’ll be here, always, fighting with you.”

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Toys 🔞

🎃 Jushiro x Male!Reader 🎃

TW: Sub!Jushiro, Dom!Reader, use of sex toys, grinding, cum mixing, brief use of lube and fingering, gentle sword fighting, licking.

tags: @tehyunnie @bleachbrainrotbro

If your boyfriend could be described as anything, it would be curious and willing. It should have been an absolute given that he would agree to trying out a few new toys in the bedroom. You just didn’t expect him to be so eager and curious as you watched him inspect a few of the items you brought to the room that night. Some he had a certain look for, such as the double-ended dildo you had, but then there were a few that really caught his eye. Especially the new one that you would be using tonight.

“How about this one, Jushi?” You held up a specific toy that caused his eyes to glint with excitement. “It’s really fun,” you smiled, “I promise.” The man didn’t have a reason to not trust your judgement. You used toys more often than him, so if you claimed it would be fun then he believed you. 

“Alright,” he agreed, smiling softly as he leaned his back against the headboard. You gave him brief instructions to remove his underwear, and he happily obliged. His cock sprung out, free from the confines of his boxers, and made a small sound as the head slapped the spot just above his bellybutton. 

You savored the sight of him—so erect, so excited, and it was all for you. “Look at that,” you teased, “already hard with excitement, huh? Or are you just eager?” Your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed from slight embarrassment in response to your light teasing. You then crawled closer to him—already being undressed—and straddled his legs. Your hand brought up the toy you planned to use on him first. It wasn’t anything too wild—just a simple rotating cup with a variety of settings on the handle. The cup was carefully placed over his erection, encasing it in a tight but not too tight way. 

The second it slotted into place, your finger pressed the bottom button, causing Jushiro’s hips to immediately buck up in response. “Easy, Jushi,” you chuckled, “it’s only the first setting.” He was such a sensitive man, so you knew that this toy would be the best for him. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly. You hummed softly in response before twisting the handle, causing the cup to rotate while it vibrated. The sensations you knew he felt right now, considering the soft moans that slipped from his lips, caused you to smile teasingly at him. 

His thighs would clench each time you rotated the cup. “Does it feel good?” You asked softly. He responded with a small moan as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headboard. “Hmm, then let’s see how good you’d feel if I upped it to the second setting.” Your lips curled into a sly smirk as his eyes popped open and stared at you widely. Your pointer finger then pressed the middle button, causing the cup to make a louder whirring noise as the vibration increased. Your boyfriend hissed out from the pleasure it gave him, and his thighs clenched again. “Mm, do you like that?” You asked. 

“It feels so good,” he replied, soon letting out a soft and shaky breath as his hands fisted the bedsheets. His hips bucked up once more as a pleasurable shock ran through his body when you twisted the cup again. You enjoyed how responsive he was being right now, and you knew it would only grow as the night went on. After all, there were other toys you planned to use on him as well as with him. This one was just the start. 

Your hand twisted the handle again, rotating the cup even further on his cock. Jushiro groaned softly in response, his eyes now closed as he tried to restrain himself from bucking his hips to the vibrations. The toy had a suctioned grip on his dick, holding onto it tightly while applying all sorts of vibrations that started from the tip and trailed downwards. Seeing him like this was arousing. His flushed face, his attempts to keep his body in control, and his soft, little moans that spilled out every so often. It was all music to your ears, and you couldn’t help but please yourself to the sight and sounds of him. 

“Jushi, fuck,” you groaned, “you’re making such pretty noises.” You had a firm grip on your cock, your thumb gently curving over the head with just enough pressure to pull a shaky moan from your lips. Your eyes stared at him, half-lidded and slowly getting drunk from the pleasure of everything. From pleasing him with the toy, to his reactions, to stroking yourself as you watched him—it was nothing short of euphoric, but you had to control yourself. “Fuck,” you groaned again, pulling your hand away from your dick as you rotated the toy on him. 

You needed to control yourself tonight. You didn’t want to cum so quickly from this, no matter how beautiful he looked lying there, getting his cock toyed with by a piece of plastic. Without so much as a warning to your boyfriend, you pressed the top button and watched as his hips bucked wildly in response to the third setting. It added more pressure and even more vibrations—all of which quickly brought him over the edge. 

“Shit,” Jushiro hissed out, hips still bucking as the toy milked him. 

Your eyes lit up as you watched the way his cum leaked out of the cup, sliding down his still erect cock. “Jushi,” you teased, “you were holding in quite a lot, huh?” His eyes glanced at you. They were half-lidded and matched the same haze of lust that yours also held. “I wonder how much I can get out of you before you’re too spent.” 

Your body moved off his legs as you removed the toy from his still erect cock. The squelching noise it made brought an embarrassed blush to Jushiro’s cheeks as you both watched the rest of his seed spill down his length. A teasing chuckle slipped from your lips as you glanced at him. He always came a lot with you. It was satisfying. Your boyfriend watched as you put the toy to the side and brought out another one. It was very familiar to him, considering the two of you used it quite frequently in bed. It was a simple vibrator with a noose that wrapped around the penis while the vibrating part went inside. It was also one of Jushiro’s favorites. Before proceeding further, you made sure to prepare him in advance with a bit of lube and gentle fingering. 

You then watched as your boyfriend slid the ring of the toy down his shaft before slowly sliding the vibrating part inside of himself, softly exhaling as his body adjusted to the object. “Do I turn it on now?” He asked. 

“No,” you replied, shaking your head at him, “not yet, Jushi.” His brows furrowed slightly before relaxing as you crawled closer to him, straddling his legs once more as you wrapped one arm around his neck while placing a free hand on the toy. Your thumb circled the small button on it before pressing it. 

The sudden vibration from it pulled a soft moan from your boyfriend’s pretty lips, and you wrapped your other arm around his neck as you leaned forward, licking a thick stripe from the base of his neck and all the way up to his earlobe. His body shuddered in response, and you couldn’t help but chuckle when feeling his erection pressing against your own. You then pulled your head back and looked at him, admiring how quickly his face was already flushed with a sinful red hue. 

Your eyes closed halfway as you smiled, though they closed the second you leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned again, his hands coming up and gripping your hips. They trembled lightly from the pleasure received from the vibrator as well as your touch. You soon deepened the kiss, your tongue wasting no time in pushing past his lips to explore his mouth. No matter how many times you’ve made out with him, it never ceased to amaze you at how his taste always seemed new. With how many times you’ve had your tongue down his throat, you should’ve had his taste memorized, but it was always new every single time, and you loved it. 

Jushiro moaned against your lips, his grip on your hips tightening slightly when you started moving them back and forth at a languid pace. The kiss then deepened, your tongue practically down his throat as your hips increased their pace. You felt him buck in response to your grinding, his digits digging into your skin a little more as he tried holding you in place. 

The pleasure from the toy coupled with your grinding was starting to get to him. You knew it the moment you felt his precum leak out from his tip, eventually mixing with your own as your cocks rubbed against one another. It was absolute bliss. 

“Fuck,” you groaned, having pulled away from the kiss to look down. You couldn’t deny how hot it looked for both of you to be covered in each other’s precum, and it only furthered your desire for more. You didn’t just want to be covered, no, you wanted both of you to be stained with the other’s cum. With that in mind, you began to move even faster, your body bouncing lightly as your cock rubbed against his even more. 

Jushiro inhaled sharply, mouth slightly agape as his head lolled to the side. His half-lidded eyes watched as you moved against him, relishing in both the pleasure of your dick against his as well as the pleasure the vibrator inside of him provided. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he unraveled, especially when his eyes drifted down to watch both erections grinding against one another, with precum mixing and connecting the heads. It was enough to make him want to cum right then and there. 

“Need to--,” he mumbled half a sentence out, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to restrain himself a bit, “cum.” 

Your lips leaned close to his ear as you whispered, “Do it, baby.” With how much he was already leaking, with how hard he was straining to control himself and not ejaculate so quickly, you knew he was ready. “Cum for me.” 

As if on command, he unraveled right beneath you. His thighs clenched as a guttural moan left his lips, and his arms wrapped around you, pulling your body against his as he came. His hot seed spilled out, coating not only his dick but yours as well. The sight alone was enough to bring you over the edge, adding your own cum to the mix, watching as it painted his in thick, white ropes. You panted softly as you moved a hand beneath the toy, switching it off with a press of the button. 

The aftermath was messy—having not only both cocks drenched in fluids, but part of yours and your boyfriend’s thighs and abdomens covered as well. You didn’t mind it, though, because it was worth it. “Was that fun, Jushi?” You asked, head resting against his shoulder as your body calmed down. 

He hummed softly in response, his arms loosening around you a little. “It was,” he said, and you smiled at how tired his voice sounded. Little did he know that this wasn’t the end of tonight’s activities. 

“Then you won’t mind if we kept going, right?” His eyes widened a little, as if he didn’t already know that you’d want to continue. “I don’t think I’ve made you cum enough, and the night is still young.” Your words were teasing, but Jushiro didn’t mind. He’d be a good boy tonight, taking everything you gave to him in full. 

[submissive-humiliation-slut]

Blackmail... mmm

Blackmail… what a delicious, wicked and exhilarating concept. Having someone have power over you so that you cannot refuse them. That control is incredible.

Inspired by a wonderful post by a fellow kinkster, I was at a meeting at work and couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen if the one person I despised most at work found my blog and discovered my identity. How would he tell me of his newfound power? Would he just send me a screenshot of my most recent post with a salivating emoji and an instruction to come to his office?! What would he do with this power? How would he control me? And use and abuse me? How fucking insanely hot is that…

I rubbed myself insane thinking about how I would behave when I finally found the courage to go to his office. Would he just shut the door and r@pe me right there and then and I would have no choice but to clamp my mouth and just take it? Or would he play the long game? Make me his personal whore… his permanent cumrag?

Perhaps he might start with first making me take off my panties and hand them to him. Then take off my shirt but leave my bra on. Make me kneel before him and give him a my best blowjob while he sniffs my panties to demean me further… While I work my heart out trying to satisfy him, he tells me that he has always detested me and now I have found my true place. "Look at me," he commands. I imagine the look on my face… the shame, humiliation and fear all at once. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back to slap me across my cheek each time I break eye contact.

I imagine he gets close and pulls out of my mouth. He pulls the straps of my bra down and asks me to take my breasts out of the bra cups. He cums all over my breasts and then slowly puts my bra straps back up leaving my bra filled with his hot cum. “Do not wipe this for the rest of the day you cheap whore… that is all you you’re fit to be…” Fuckkkkk!

Fuck, I am actually debasing myself in my home office right now. I’ve attached the suction dildo to our office chair, taken off my tshirt and am kneeling under the table sucking it to the very best of my abilities… God I am such a whore!

I am always hungrily seeking out ways to degrade and humiliate myself in private. That, as anyone who has tried, is a very hard thing to do. The mindfuck is critical. You have to be in the moment. It only works then. Edging and denial help no end. I never quite thought about so many variations that others on Tumblr have posted. 

You inspire me to no end…. *wink - pun intended

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.14

Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 1330

Warnings: Some violence and vague descriptions of post sexy time

August won best three out of five and he moved into Stephanie's old apartment while she moved into Frank's former unit. Mike had ended up finding her "intimacy aids" while they were packing, holding one of the vibrators in his hand as he looked from it to her, a mischievous smile pulling at his lips. It had taken her sternly telling him to focus to halt the porno going on in his head and get him to continue packing. The dragon dildo with the suction cup base had been slapped onto the door of their new place, unbeknownst to her until she heard Sy cackle, coming out from the bedroom where she had been putting boxes and seeing him nearly in tears as he looked at it.

Children. The lot of them.

The new apartment was a two bedroom affair so Mike had somewhere to crash that wasn’t the couch when one of the guys came over. He wasn’t upset about being basically kicked out of his own bed, much to her surprise, and displayed not an ounce of jealousy.

“It’s just how we are, sweetcheeks.” Mike said with a shrug, “We’re wolves and you’re a female Alpha. I get it.” Something to get used to.

August sat at the small dining room table as he drank coffee, scrolling through his phone, when Mike came out of the spare bedroom, going over to Stephanie by the sink and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Good morning.” He said and she leaned back against him.

“Good--” He was suddenly wrenched away, pushed roughly against the cabinets and August pulled his fist back, his teeth bared in a snarl. Mike flinched, closing his eyes tight, and there was the sound of skin meeting skin, but he wasn’t hit. Opening his eyes, he saw Stephanie holding August’s fist, her shoulders tight, and she shoved him, making him stagger back. “The fuck do you think you’re doing?” She walked towards him slowly, her fingers twitching as claws curled out from under her nails. “You try to hurt my Beta?” He put up a valiant fight, but eventually backed away from the aura she was giving off. He didn’t shrink away, but he did retreat.

“Stephanie, I--” He started, but she kept advancing on him. Mike jumped into the middle after quickly checking his phone, holding her back with a hand against her chest.

“Steph!” He said, “It’s not his fault! The full moon starts tonight!” She looked at him then and blinked rapidly, shaking her head.

“Sorry, I…” She said and his hand dropped.

“It’s alright. You’re alright.” He said and looked at August. “You good now?”

“Yeah.” He said, “Stephanie--”

“It’s okay, August.” She said and he moved around Mike, pulling her against his chest.

“I’m sorry.” He said and she rubbed his back.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.” She said and he pulled away to look at her before turning his eyes to Mike.

“Mike, I…”

“Don’t worry about it, man.” Mike said with a shrug, “Full moon turns male Alphas super macho, I get it. Speaking of, you two should probably spend it up at the cabin, it being her first and all.”

“Mike, August tried to punch your face in for touching me.” Stephanie said, “What do you think the others will do if someone tries to get frisky?” August let out a low growl at that. “Exactly. August is going to go up to the cabin, I’m staying here.”

“It’s going to be rough, sweetcheeks.” Mike said, “You should be around other Alphas, at least for your first.”

“He’s right.” August said, “We’re big boys and you’ll put us straight.”

“Fine.” Stephanie said with a sigh. “Good thing work puts full moons in as “religious observations” for wolves.”

“So I get the next three days off?” Mike asked.

“Unless it falls on a weekend, then you only have the weekday off, but yeah. It's also paid and doesn’t take from your time off bucket.” She said, “This all would have been in your new hire packet. It has a section specifically for wolves.”

“I didn’t read it.” He said with a shrug. “Well, seeing as I have today off, I’m going back to bed.” He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek and while August’s hands tightened on her low back, he didn’t otherwise respond. Mike vanished back into the spare bedroom and she sighed, patting August’s chest.

“You okay now?” She asked and he nodded. She went to pull away from him, but he pulled her back, holding her tight against him. “August?” His wolf moved behind his eyes and he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her back into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

She gripped the sheets so hard her fingers were sore. He was still buried deep, his hips pressed tight against her as he laid over her, his hot breath on her skin.

"What the fuck was that?" She panted and he gave a weak chuckle, collapsing to the side onto the bed and immediately pulling her against his chest, tangling his legs with hers.

"Full moon." He mumbled, tasting the sweat on her skin, wrapping her in his arms. "Makes everything a bit…" He gave a low sound that she felt more than heard, "Intense."

"Apparently." She said, relaxing against him. "It going to be like that with the others?" Another low sound, his arms tightening around her. "August."

"I know." He sighed, "To answer your question, probably, but this is the first one we've spent with a Mate. All the other times, we just stayed out of each other's way so no one got their limbs ripped off."

"Jordan wasn't like this, so I'm guessing it really only hits Alphas?"

"Yes." He said and cuddled into her further, as if he were trying to crawl into her skin. "Let's get a couple hours rest, and then we'll head up to the cabin. We really should be there before sunset."

Her hair was still slightly damp from their shower as August pulled up in front of the cabin in his SUV. The shower had been her idea, as she figured that showing up to a cabin filled with male Alpha wolves on the cusp of a full moon smelling strongly of another Alpha male wouldn’t be the best way to start the night. Someone was going to swing at someone. The front door opened and Sy stepped out as they were getting out of the truck, grabbing their overnight bags from the backseat.

“Hey, doll.” He said gently, pulling her into his arms and squeezing her in a hug. “You up here for the full moon?”

“Mike’s idea.” She said, pulling away, and he nodded.

“Good idea.” He said and smiled down at her softly before leaning in, pressing his lips to hers. Her eyes closed as he reached up to hold the side of her jaw and his hand slid back into her hair. A low growl went through the air and they pulled away, Stephanie looking over to see that Geralt and Walter had left the cabin as well.

“Yeah, about that.” She said, “August laid it out for me that shit is going to get real tense with me here. More than usual. I'm telling you all right now, keep that shit contained. I don't want to deal with broken bones because someone picked a fight. Understood?"

"Yeah, babe." Sy said, "Understood."

"August?"

"Yes."

"Walter?"

"Yes, love."

"Geralt?" He just grunted in response. "Whatever, I'll take it. To keep things civil, I'm going to be sleeping in Mike's old room. No picking fights, got it?"

"Got it." They echoed, Geralt just giving another sound, and she pulled away from Sy, picking her bag up off the ground where she dropped it and heading into the cabin with them following behind.

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time

Day 2: Desk Toy (Toys)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Gonna be honest with y’all, I didn’t bother with summaries for a lot of these when I originally posted them on ao3. So- how about a fun fact! This was the first Spy x Reader I ever wrote!

Tags: Overstimulation, toys, praise, kinda exhibitionism?

Word Count: 1.1k

The Masterlist

You gripped the edge of the desk until your knuckles went white, doubling over as another orgasm wracked your body. A sob-like moan ripped from your throat as you clenched around the unforgiving silicon within you, held firmly to the desk with a suction cup at its base. A sweet mix of pleasure and overstimulation washed over you, so thoroughly that you felt like you could drown in it.

And in front of you sat the conductor and sole viewer of the entire lewd display. Spy leaned back in a luxurious, expensive looking chair. He watched you with a steady gaze. The only sign that he was enjoying himself at all was the obvious tent in his pants, which he had ignored in favor of watching you ruin yourself on the fancy toy he had bought.

It was a small but thick dildo made from pitch black silicon, curved in just the right places. Spy had proudly showed off its best aspects, boasting that he had purchased it just for you. Of course, you were eager to try it out with him. You just hadn’t expected it to play out like this.

“Aw, tired?” Spy asked, faux pity in his tone and gaze as he looked you over. “I did not say you could stop though, did I?”

You had lost track of how many times you had orgasmed long ago, and the ache of overstimulation seemed to invade every nerve of your body. However, Spy continued to push you onward. He met your gaze with an expectant look. He wasn’t about to offer you any respite.

So, with some effort, you continued to thrust yourself down onto the toy, ignoring the pervasive ache in your core. Part of you wondered if you would even be able to make yourself come again at this point. You were so wet, your slick ran down the sides of the toy, copious enough to drip down onto the dark wood below.

“Look at you, making such a mess of yourself, ma bonne fille,” Spy said. You flushed at his words, wondering how he could remain so casual while saying such filthy things to you.

You simply moved faster, plunging the toy into yourself with renewed determination. You desperately chased yet another orgasm, trying to focus on your own feelings rather than Spy and his ever attentive gaze. Still, he managed to worm his way into your thoughts.

“Tell me, what are you thinking of right now?” Spy asked, almost as if he could read your mind.

“What?” You asked with a gasp, pausing and allowing the dizzying sensations to ebb away for just a moment.

“What are you thinking about as you bounce on that toy, mon amour?” Spy asked, a bit more firmly this time.

You stammered as you answered, struggling to think clearly, and in the end you were only able to get out one coherent word; “You.”

Spy simply nodded, waving his hand in a gesture that seemed to mean that he wanted you to go on, to be a bit more specific .

“I’m thinking about you,” you gasped, putting in immense effort to speak coherently between moans. “I’m thinking about you finally letting me get off of this damn thing and fucking me yourself!”

Again, all you received in response was a nod, and perhaps a grin if you squinted. It was frustrating to see him looking so calm and collected, despite his obvious arousal. You couldn’t imagine the effort and self control it must have taken for him to ignore his own needs for so long like this. He ordered you to make a mess of yourself over and over again for his viewing pleasure, only to sit there and observe you as if you were a mildly interesting film.

“Spy, please,” you begged, your movements starting to slow down as your strength began to dwindle. “I don’t think I can keep going.”

“Here chérie, let me help,” Spy said, and with that, he stood from his seat for the first time since this ordeal began. He paced around the desk to stand behind you. A gentle hand on your shoulder pulled you so that you were leaning back slightly. You wavered for a moment, trying to look behind you to the edge of the desk.

“Don’t worry dear, I won’t let you fall,” Spy said, his other hand resting on your back, promising to hold you steady.

You took a deep breath, facing forward again and grinding down against the toy when Spy told you to. A pang of genuine pleasure was felt through the haze of overstimulation when hit your g-spot. A choked moan tore from your throat as you thrust yourself down, focusing on that sensitive area.

“Ah bonne, that is a good spot, no?” Spy said, laughing softly as he heard your moans reach a sudden peak.

“Oh god, yes,” you said, moving faster with renewed strength and vigor.

“Oui, there’s the enthusiasm I wanted to see!” Spy said, beginning to caress your body. You sighed at the feeling of gloved hands traveling over your bare skin, teasing at your breasts and other erogenous areas. Eventually, his hands came to rest on your hips, gently guiding your movements.

“You’re doing so very well. Are you going to come soon?” He asked, close enough that his breath could be felt against the back of your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine.

“Yes, oh fuck!” you became almost unintelligible as you desperately ground your hips downward, chasing your climax.

“That’s right chérie, come for me, just like that,” Spy said, chuckling at your rapidly dwindling control. One of his arms weaved around your waist, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit. The rich feeling of leather clad fingers proved to be enough to tip you over the edge.

Once again, you writhed on the toy, your hands scrabbling to anchor yourself on smooth wood, eventually clutching the edges of the desk. Spy caressed you and pressed soothing kisses to the nape of your neck as you rode out your orgasm, and when you had finally come down from the high, he carefully hoisted your body up and off of the toy. Almost immediately, you collapsed onto your side, legs dangling off the side of the desk.

"Très bien. You’ve done such a good job for me, ma belle chérie,” he crooned, still petting and traversing the curves of your body with his hands.

“Thank you,” you stammered, relishing the feeling of leather gloves smoothing over your skin.

“However…”

You didn’t even get the chance to register that last word when you were suddenly rolled onto your back to face Spy, barely managing to hold yourself upright by your still trembling arms. He grinned down at you, and you saw the lust in his eyes, the lust that he had been keeping tight reins on throughout this whole ordeal, until now. You watched with an intoxicating mix of eagerness and trepidation as he unzipped his fly.

“Surely, you can handle just one more round, darling?”

[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.