#every ftm cunts dream body

[yanderestarangel]

౨ৎ ADLER RUSSELL X MALE READER || "RETURN"

♡ ┆TW : few spoilers, v!sex, ftm reader, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm denial, angst, make-up sex.

♡⁠┊It had been so long since you last heard of Adler that you thought the man had been a figment of your imagination, and that every touch, kiss, hug, and intimate moment had been a dream too good to be true—you were just a deluded man. But the ring on your finger, shining like a star, said otherwise.

♡⁠┊Since the mission with Bell and Adler's unhealthy obsession with finding Perseus, your husband had left you alone, with only a missing person’s report hanging over you. You tried to live your life normally, even though your mind and heart were trapped in an empty space of loneliness and isolation—after all, he hadn’t been declared dead, just missing. Everything only got worse when they unexpectedly declared your companion an enemy of the state and put a bounty on his whereabouts.

♡⁠┊The CIA looked for you, and as always, you didn’t know where Russell was... Even though you were his husband, he had simply disappeared like tears in the rain—if the former agent was alive, he was well-hidden from everyone and everything, even from you. Your hopes had dwindled, and you were already giving up on the possibility of him seeking you out again—until that night.

♡⁠┊The knocks on the window startled you from your restful state—the sound of the rain had drowned out any previous noise. You cleared your field of vision and saw the unmistakable shadow of Adler standing outside, a practically invisible smile on his lips and scarred face. He was still just as you remembered. A mixture of frustration, joy, anger, and everything else filled your chest as you immediately ran to open the door for him.

♡⁠┊Adler walked in silently, his heavy boots making noise on the floor as he dried the drops of water still clinging to his clothes—he still smelled like cigarettes, gunpowder, and strong, citrusy masculine cologne; it seemed like he had stopped in time.

♡⁠┊"I can explain everything..." Adler began with a soft sigh. But you didn’t let him finish; you pulled him into a kiss, filled with hunger and pain. As much as you were overwhelmed with mixed emotions, you had missed your husband's touch. You needed to feel Russell as much as possible and be sure that he wasn’t just an illusion in your mind.

♡⁠┊The kiss was messy with moans from both of you and desperate touches from both of you to feel each other again - his tongue danced with yours slowly while his agile fingers went against your clothes and took them off without any ceremony - leaving you naked for his gaze.

♡⁠┊You felt that old feeling of desire again when you knew that behind the visor of his glasses, his blue eyes burned with lust when he saw you surrendered to him again. With a firm hand, he grabbed your neck as he always did, his thick fingers digging into your skin while his free hand found its way to your pussy - playing with the moisture that was already accumulating there. "Holy shit-... Do you still want me so much? Did you miss your old husband here, my lad?" He moaned with a slight saccharism in his voice as he stuck two fingers inside your cunt, making you moan and feel him curl his digits inside you – obviously he still remembered how to satisfy you and wanted to put it all into practice again.

♡┊The taller blond saw you a mess with tears of joy, anger and pleasure – he felt guilty for simply leaving, but it was a decision made to protect you only. The two of you kissed as if the world of both of you depended on it. Your fingers touched every part of his still covered body, feeling every muscle and soft part of his flesh. He whispered sweet nothings on your lips again like he used to do before – each word accompanied by faster fingers in your wet hole, dirtying his fingers and his forearm.

♡┊It didn't take long for you to be wet enough to ride his cock again like you always did. You didn't need to talk to understand how much you needed this, you needed each other. Adler pulled his pants down to his knees and his thick, veiny shaft throbbed from its confinement. His large hands rested on the soft flesh of your waist as you lowered yourself unceremoniously onto his throbbing member – it was vulgar, raw and full of need, his eyes widened enough for you to see them shining behind his glasses as he watched your body bounce on his groin as if it was the only thing you knew.

♡┊His scarred lips found their way to your neck and a few hickeys were left there – at the same time you flexed your hips and thighs on the older man and felt every inch of your husband filling you to the point of having a bulge in your belly. You decided to speed up your movements and heard the older man moan hoarsely as he watched your pussy swallow him without complaint, you still fit perfectly into him, as it always did. "Fuck, pretty boy... You're going to kill me like this, holy shit." Adler let out a loud groan as you sat down on his cock harder, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus on not cumming, the feeling of your pussy enveloping his cock was heavenly, the way you moved on top of him, the way you were always so wet for him, the way you looked when you were riding him, it was all too much for him to handle.

♡⁠┊"Fuck... You're so tight... So wet..." He panted, his hands gripping your hips tighter and pulling you down onto his cock with more force, his hips bucking up to meet your downward thrusts – he knew you weren't going to let him cum now, and he was happy to obey, after all he knew it was the lightest punishment he would receive after being away from you for so long.

♡⁠┊When he told you he was going to cum, you quickly pulled his cock out of your wetness, making him groan in frustration and curl his toes inside his boots, his eyes widening in surprise, his body tensing up in anticipation of his release only to have it snatched away from him. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching for release, but he held on, you were in control at that moment.

♡⁠┊He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, the blood rushing through his veins. And it all only got worse when you made him fuck you in every corner of the house in different positions – and every time he was going to cum, you made him hold on tighter and tighter, in that situation it was like he was your personal dildo and he felt even harder at the prospect of just making you cum. He had become a slave to your desires, and he would do anything to make you happy, even if it meant breaking the rules, even if it meant breaking himself.

♡⁠┊Adler really wanted to last longer but he couldn't, the way your pussy was wetting his cock and balls, the way you were grinding against his groin, the way your ass moved with each thrust. He couldn't obey your command and filled your womb with his hot cum. As you and he recovered, his hands found your face and kissed you on the forehead. "Let's talk now, okay? I really have a lot to talk about." Russell spoke softly, knowing you would like to know what happened... and he had a lot to say.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆

[mackjlee9]

trans leon pussy worship amen (sorry i’m not sure how to request something so crude in a professional manner)

*unholy thoughts intensify*

FTM!Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; somnophilia, pussy worship, cunningulus.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n)'s body and mind jolted awake in bed, heavy breathing and sweat dripping down his face. He had a pretty intense dream, but he was slowly calming down, clenching his jaw when he realized something that had happened while he was still dreaming, letting out a sigh.

"Fuck..." He groaned at the feeling of his underwear pressing on his throbbing cock, and he sat up on the bed, rubbing his face in frustration and thinking of maybe going to the bathroom to jerk off, but before he could move to get up, he felt movement next to him.

Leon had turned around from facing away from him to being face up, legs slightly spread open and one of them was bent a little bit. His shirt rode up to his belly button, showing that blond happy trail he was so proud of.

Images of his dream flashed inside (M/n)'s mind, filling him with desire and making his mouth water, damn, his tongue kept moving in his mouth, squirming like crazy, needing something to satiate his sudden hunger.

He shifted on the bed, holding Leon's hips and moving him slightly so he was positioned more in the center of the bed. He leaned closer and began leaving a trail of kisses down his abdomen, dragging his tongue up his v-line and nibbling on his hip bone as he made his way further down to his clothed pussy.

(M/n) bumped Leon's clit with his nose, pressing his mouth over his folds, feeling the blond shifting his hips on the bed. Parting his lips wide enough, he lapped his tongue over Leon's boxer, groaning as he felt him getting wetter through the fabric. His cock twitched in his underwear, leaking pre-cum as his hips unconsciously bucked against the bed.

His fingers reached up and hooked on the waistband of Leon's underwear, slowly pulling them down his long and strong legs, leaving gentle bites on his thighs, his eyes locked on his dripping cunt, making him swallow the saliva that had gathered under his tongue, skillfully removing his underwear and throwing it somewhere else.

(M/n) made his way up Leon's thighs with kisses and bites, teasing him by staying away from his pussy, watching how he bucked his hips up, quiet whines escaping past his parted lips.

"So eager..." He mumbled to himself chuckling as if he wasn't eager himself, he just wanted lavishly lap at his wet, dripping pussy, feel his mushy walls pulsing around his tongue, toy with his clit until he was crying out his name, cumming all over his face.

Fuck, thinking about it made him so fucking horny, he could definitely cum just by making Leon cum with his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, (M/n)'s eyes almost rolled back at his scent, holding his folds spread open and licking a long strip from his hole to his clit, swirling his tongue around it a few times, moaning at his addicting taste. Fuck, I could stay here forever...

With the movements of his tongue speeding up, his need to taste more of Leon's slick grew bigger, his hands wrapping under his thighs and holding tightly onto his hips, keeping Leon's pussy pressed to his mouth, moaning and groaning as the feeling of his walls pulsing and clenching around his tongue just like he wanted.

"Fuck- you taste so good," the slurping noises got louder as he buried his face deep in Leon's pussy, eating him out like a starved man, "I can never- get enough- of your sweet pussy-" he mumbled against him, sending vibrations to his clit with every word he muttered.

Leon's body squirmed on the bed, his hands gripping and pulling on the sheets, his back arching as louder whines and whimpers escaped his mouth, mumbling his name over and over again.

Hearing Leon's sounds made (M/n) moan, his tongue fucking his mushy insides, his fingers digging onto his hips, kneeling In the bed, and raising Leon's lower body with him.

"Please please- please, baby, cum on my tongue- cum all over my face- I need it, please-" Reaching his hand around Leon's hips, (M/n) started rubbing his clit, groaning at the feeling of his thighs trembling and wrapping around his head. He watched with lidded eyes Leon's expression, watching how he frowned and hearing him release all those pretty sounds, he saw his hands moving around, trying to find something to hold onto.

(M/n) saw how Leon moved his hands for a short while, until his fingers sneaked under his shirt and he started playing with his nipples, releasing louder moans and cries of his name. (M/n) whined when how much Leon's walls were twitching around his tongue, and he made sure to go faster, heavily breathing through his nose, groaning as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"'S so good- so fucking good-" he babbled absentmindedly, too lost in the taste in his mouth, too focused on Leon's sounds and reaction. He really could be in between his legs forever, he could never get tired of his pussy, always so willing and eager to feel him, whether it'll be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock, "Fuck, please-"

He heard Leon moaning his name out loud, his legs wrapping around his head and keeping him there, buried deep in his cunt. (M/n) cried out as Leon came all over his mouth and face, his juices dripping down his chin.

He couldn't help it. His hips jerk forward involuntarily as he filled his underwear with his warm cum, tears filling his eyes as he slowly backed away, taking a deep breath through his open mouth, gasping for air as he came down for his high, slowly lowering Leon's body back on the bed.

"(M/n)...?" He heard Leon's voice whisper as he took deep breaths to even his breathing. (M/n) looked at him with enamored eyes, and leaned down to press their lips together, making Leon whimper as he tasted himself on (M/n)'s tongue.

"Your pussy is so fucking good, baby," he mumbled while grinding his hips down on his, his still hard and dripping cock rubbing in between his soaked folds, stroking his throbbing and sensitive clit, "Could never get enough of you, fuck~"

(M/n) wrapped his arms around Leon's waist, nuzzling his neck with his nose, releasing quiet whines against Leon's sweaty skin.

"I want to be inside you, please- I need to have my cock deep inside your pussy, baby, please," well, he certainly couldn't deny him when he sounded so needy and desperate, begging for his wet pussy.

[killmeprettypleasee]

Price x Ftm!lieutenant!Reader general dating hcs pls and tyy

Dating headcanons W/ John Price.

Warning: SFW AND NSFW mentioned, clingy price, mentions of killing someone, slightly possessive Price, switch Price and switch reader.

SFW

Before you and Price started dating, the two of you are already close friends, you two joined the military together and trained together back then before you guys are in your current ranks.

He is very sweet to you and supports you being a trans person.

He found out you were trans waaaayyyy back then, and the way he reacts was kinda random..

"Wait.. so your one of those transformers robots????" He looked at you dumbfounded as he scanned the surgery scars on your chest.

He was very confused.. but still supports you!

When someone was being toxic to you he WILL and not hesitate to unalive them.

He loves you too much see😭

He'll give them the coldest death stared making their bones quiver in fear.

He will cuddle you, and be hella clingy.

Imagine.

You both at the halls of the base and he's just hugging you, not caring if anyone is watching.

He would call you to his office to just hold you and have you sit on his lap.

Hell, every once i a while he'll make you skip training just to have you there with him..

He will never let you out of his sight.

NEVER.

You're his sunshine afterall, his Marshmellow to the hot cocoa, his sauce to the spaghetti, his peach to the eggplant (okay thats just weird..)

When you're both at home, he wouldn't let you go out to buy groceries and insisted that he should be the one buying.

He's just scared because he overthinks that someone will kidnap you.

He doesn't even care if you know self-defense 💀

When both of you go out on a date he'll take you out to the beautiful restaurants ever, but he rather keep it simply

He'll even buy you beautiful clothes to match your date.

One time both of you went to a Chinese sea food restaurant that serves raw and fresh sea food.

He bought himself those tentacles cus he wanna try them out.

End up sticking to his face.

Both of you gotta go to the doctor cus the tentacles suction wont let go.

He was traumatized and both of you never went to those fresh sea food restaurant.

NSFW

After ever date there should a spicy intimate time with him.

He would bend you over when you both in your car or at your house.

Just somewhere private where both of you could fuck.

He loves dominating you, but sometimes he also likes it when you're the one dominating him

He likes it when you overstimulate him till he's a whining mess when you're taking the lead.

You just loos so sexy ontop him while riding his cock while calling him a good boy.

It makes his cock twitch when you do that.

And the way you moan just sends him over the edge.

But when he's the one in control he would bend you over doggy style and hit your prostate head on with his tip.

He absolutely loves when you moan out his name.

Its just so cute.

He likes raw sex.

He wanna make sure to mark your insides aswell your body to show who you belong.

He loves it when your cunt squeezed his cock.

He'll call you a good boy for that.

When both of you are more on the romantic side he'll be gentle and loving with you.

He'll caressed your body and worship you.

He loves touching your scars btw.

He thinks its fascinating.

"God baby.. you're so damn beautiful.. such a handsome boy eh?.." He softly praised against your ear as he touched your scars.

He grunted when your cunt tightened around him.

"You're getting so tight around me baby boy.. such a good boy huh?"

Yeh...

He sometimes think about having a child with you sometimes.

This man has an extreme breeding kink...

Sometimes he'll rub your lower belly while he's fucking you cunt, whispering praises while he day dream of getting you pregnant.

He's glad you have a cunt ngl.

He could just impregnate you anytime..

But you're still a soldier and you still wanna keep the job so he respects that.

He'll wait when he's allowed to Impregnate you.

But he wont stop fucking you raw.

Sooo you have no choice but to go on birth control🤷.

[l1tw1ck]

aight then

4, 9, 15, 20, 25, 33 and 59 (i hope thats not too many) with catboy chuuya 👀 maybe reader is angry bc chuuya started dating someone and reader has had an obsession with him for a while??

Reclaiming

bottom!ftm!catboy!Chuuya x top!masc!(wolf) reader

1K Event | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con, Stepcest, Yandere, Angry Sex, Heat, Virginity Loss, Overstimulation, Crying, Knotting, Biting

The anger and jealousy you felt the moment you heard that Chuuya’s in a relationship could be converted into electricity and power an entire continent. Chuuya had no clue what was about to happen to him.

You quite literally tear the door off its hinges and stomp over to his bed. Chuuya jumps in surprise, his face is flushed and he's completely naked. He was trying to masturbate with a dildo thanks to his heat suddenly appearing. He tries to cover himself up but you're too quick. You throw all the blankets onto the floor and pull the thick dildo out of his cunt, making him moan. You pin him to the bed with one hand and rip your pants and boxers off. “Wh- what the hell are you doing?!” Chuuya cries out, squirming in your hold.

“I’m so much better than he is. I wouldn't leave you to deal with your heat alone.” You prod your tip against his hole.

“Stop!” Chuuya tries to kick you but you don't react. He doesn't want his virginity to be taken by his stepbrother! “You- you're fucking disgusting!” He grimaces as you force your way inside him, taking his virginity like it was owed to you. His body loves the feeling of your thickness inside him but his brain hates it. His suppressants stopped working thanks to you replacing them with fake pills.

“Calm down, baby.” You lightly grip his waist with one hand, your other lightly circling his clit. You fuck him at a slow yet hard pace while releasing more of your angry pheromones, in turn, forcing your precious kitty to submit to you. He loses his ability to fight back, too overwhelmed by the pleasure and your pheromones. He leans his head back, his toes curling and his tail tensing up as he approaches his orgasm.

“St..stop..ah-” He moans, hitting you with weak punches. “no- no-”

“See how good I’m making you feel? He could never dream of making you feel even half as good.” You kiss his cheek before trailing down to his neck and biting it. He lets out a loud yelp before coming.

Chuuya sobs as you fuck into him roughly, fucking him like you still have to prove to him how much better you are than his boyfriend. His brain is so fuzzy, he can barely think. He’s had 4 orgasms at this point and despite how overstimulated he is, he isn't tired. Thanks to his heat, he wants more. He doesn't care about how he got into this situation or who’s fucking him, he just loves how good he feels. His tail curls as he feels another orgasm coming.

“Want my knot, baby?” You ask, getting close to your peak. Chuuya nods, sniffling. Just as your knot enters him, he comes, milking you for every drop of cum you have. He completely relaxes, falling into the soft mattress, and passes out. That boyfriend better turn into an ex tomorrow or you’ll have to get rid of him yourself.

[rodolfoparras]

In which Price makes you show him just how eager you are to fuck him | 18+, MDNI

Content tags: dom!price, sub!male reader, thigh fucking, ftm!price

A/N: as requested by bro anon, sorry I accidentally deleted your ask!

Price is sprawled out on his back, legs propped up in the air while you got your cock slotted between his thighs and thrusting in between them.

You quickly set a steady pace, allowing yourself to lose yourself in pleasure as you take in the way his soft skin feels squeezing around your dick, the way his stomach and thighs jiggle with every thrust of your hips, and the way the dark hair on his thighs and abdomen is getting smeared with your precum.

“So good for me, doing so well” Price grunts out, hand digging into your shoulders as he keeps his thighs locked in place.

It almost feels like a dream, body and mind feeling so afloat but then there’s Price’s blunt nails sinking into your skin, the smell of his cologne and cigar smoke and the bed squeaking loudly, reminding you that this is very much reality.

“Feels good hm? “He asks as his hand cups your cheek, thumb gently stroking it.

You bite your lip, and furiously nod your head as you continue to slide your cock between his legs.

He just hums in content, as he tightens his hold.

Although his hair is tousled, cheeks flushed, and practically dripping from his cunt, he looks like he’s got all the time in the world, in no rush to get himself off.

For a brief moment you take a proper look at mess you made between his legs, feeling slightly embarrassed by it only to feel his fingers grab ahold of your chin, tiling your head up to meet his gaze “don’t worry about it” he coos as he shakes his head “just finish for me”

“Come on love, show me how much you want me,”

[thelurchinghound]

Midnight snack

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Gender: Tiefling! FTM reader

Kinks/Warnings: Non-con, dacryphilia, eating out, fingering. Words like cunt, pussy, clit, etc used for the reader. Mentions of death.

A/n: Ah love my evil cowboy guy, he's so silly. Sorry if this is shit cuz I wrote this at like 1 in the morning on no sleep and a dream. Felt like I should fed y'all or something. THERE ARE MINOR SPOILERS FOR BG3 ACT 1.

| OC(s) used: Adonis 'Half-Elf' | Words: 876 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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The smell of blood lingered in the grove after the slaughter of the tieflings and druids. Bodies of all sizes lay in piles of blood, bile by some. Goblin shouts echo in victory, looting the wooden trunks and grabbing all the beer they can. Though, Adonis didn't even glance at them. A sneer of dark satisfaction on his lips as his foot made a sickening crunch to the tiefling's head. Killing it if it wasn't dead already. His foot plants on their chest, and with a rough yank, he pulls his long sword from their stomach. Clearing the weapon of its gruesome traces on their shitty rags that they used to call clothes.

"Pity, so young, so stupid," he grumbled in a low voice to himself, his tone holding no remorse for the young tiefling. With a grunt, he stretches out, turning to talk to Minthara. The flick of a tail out of the corner of his eye drew his focus. Now that made his eyebrow quirk, a devilish smile gracing his plump lips. It seems the lucky ring he pried from that bratty kid's hands did work after all. He strolled towards the barrel, both hands on the hilt of his sword. His leather boots squelch in the bloody mud.

Adonis didn't even give you a chance to struggle, plead, or try and shove him away. His bloody fist twisted the collar of your shirt. Pulling you up to him, his peach eyes staring daggers into yours. He looked at you with malice, so much anger in his heart for a stranger. The half-elf reeked of spilled guts and liquor. It was pungent, assaulting your senses, and left a bad taste on your tongue. It made your face cringe, though he didn't seem to notice or care enough.

"Well, what do we have 'ere?" He said, shifting from one foot to the other. His gloved hand yanked your face from side to side. The stickiness of blood now coated you. Sharp eyes examining every little detail of you. "You're slicker than a hog in a mud puddle, ain't ya? Thought ya could escape my eyes? My wrath?" Adonis hissed before a swift knock to the head befitted you. You were out cold in less than a second.

When you woke up next, you didn't recognize the place, a cloth gag stuffed in your mouth. Your clothes were somewhere to your side, you seemed relatively unharmed. Tight knots secured your limbs, rendering any attempt at escape futile. The groggy thud of your head made it hard for your eyes to stay open, and the cheering of the goblins didn't help. The sleeping roll under you pressed against your aching limbs, it was cheap with no cushion to it. Quiet chatter between a man and a woman passed through the tent's folds. The talk was short, you could make anything out. The sharp ringing in your ears hadn't subsided.

The tent's fabric abruptly got yanked open to reveal the same man from earlier. Adonis didn't miss the way your tail flicked nervously or how your eyes darted around. "Relax darlin' I ain't 'ere to hurt you, yet," a faint chuckle leaves him as he says that. "Thought I deserved a lil' treat." The hat settled onto the surface with a gentle thud. "And I must say, you look like quite the treat. Not usually my type but better than the ugly muck of goblins out there," he was on you by that point. The leather gloves he was wearing were now discarded on the side by the hat. Scared hands run over curves and dip of your body. His body shivered when his fingertips ran over the ridges of your skin. They run down until reaching your tail, wasting no time grabbing it in a harsh grip.

Instinctively your tail coils around his forearm like a snake. An amused smirk suggested that he found the action rather entertaining. Leaning down he places rough kisses along your body. Starting at your jaw until he gets down between your thighs. The half-elf spread apart your thighs, his nose digging between your folds. Hot wet tongue lapping at the sweetness dripping down. Letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive bud. A muffled cry leaves your lips, your body trying to shuffle away fruitlessly. He pulls back a little, thumb swiping across his bottom lip with a hum. "Damn doll, you sweeter than any pie I ever tasted. Lemme get another taste," he snorted before diving back in with the addition of his fingers. One finger probes at your entrance before sliding in, he pumps it in and out for a bit before adding another in. While his fingers work on your cunt his lips roughly suck at your clit.

Tears streak down your face as Adonis keeps working on your cunt. You could hardly feel your numbing thighs quivering as that coil in you started to tighten. Though, your pleasure got cut off when the half-elf pulled back with a shit-eating grin. "Names Adonis, by the way," he impishly said. "Now, now. Stop yer pretty lil' crying. The fun hasn't even started yet," the hand that was holding your thigh unbuttons his pants. His erection is already swollen and throbbing.

[refeminizeme]

THIS IS A KINK BLOG

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Mandatory disclaimer that transphobia in real life sucks and so does misogyny etc and i dont condone pretty much anything on this blog if its not in a consensual kink context, obviously. If this content triggers you pls block me, your mental health comes first.

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kink list

loves

forcefem/feminization!!!!!!!

bondage esp sh1bari

brainwashing/conditioning/mind control

bimboification/dumbification

hypnosis!!!!!

breathplay (incl. being choked and more)

dp

edging & denial

sensory deprivation ♡

humiliation

consensual blackmailing but only w ppl i REALLY trust

gaslighting/manipulation (consensually and negotiated first, and only w the right person so dont do this right out the gate)

likes

cnc (if in the mood, with the right person i trust, etc)

breeding/sometimes pregnancy

spirals

intox (consensually and for the right person)

degradation in very specific like, um, ways??? like um, i like sweet degradation.

exhibitionism but like um, im not like, TOOOOO into this its a minor kink for me

misogyny kink

hucow

curious about

lactation

will update as i like, think of more???? if u think of anything not on this list ask me about it n like, it just may get added hahahahahaha

hard limits

findom/me

v0mit

watersports/scat

cgl/ddlg/daddy dom anything

age/re

alternate personality stuff/anything related to that

feet

body shaming, esp weight related

weight control/eating disorder stuff

racism/racist slurs/etc

any kind of inc3st including daddy/mommy as a title

ass to mouth in any capacity

rimming (giving)

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some of my hypnotic triggers im like, willing 2 share publicly:

drop and sleep - some obvious ones, put me into a trance

deeper and deeper - makes me go deep real fast if used after drop and/or sleep

throb - makes me really horny and makes my cunt, well, throb

edge esp in all caps/bolded - makes me immediately reach an edge and if im touching i HAVE 2 stop until the edge has passed

like a good girl - makes me want to obey whatever precedes it

submit/surrender - makes me feel very obedient n like, submissive

truth [question] - makes my subconscious answer a question without my conscious mind being aware of it and i will immediately forget answering the question after

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i occasionally make detr4ns/misgen/bimbofication files (you can find them here!!) but im primarily a sub.

I used to be ftm and hypnosis fixed my brain 🥴

I've been listening to files for like 4 years+ and this is like, how ive turned out bc of it???? I really am detransitioning n becoming the best bimbo i CAN be irl this is not like, ENTIRELY a fantasy for me but i dont like, condone this stuff outside of a consensual kink context to be clear. ask me abt it if ur confused lol

currently my tits are an F/I cup depending on the day bc i haven't been keeping up my regimen 😅

also fwiw i AM a bigger girl, which like, means dont expect me to be the waifish manic pixie dream girl many guys like, seem to expect??? My icon + header are both me so that shld give u an idea of what to expect.

I have a gdrive folder full of nüdes (51 things including a few videos!!) n im offering access 2 that 4 an upfront donation of whatever we agree is reasonable n a small upkeep donation every so often. I dont update it often, but I do update a lot at once.

Alternatively, should you be interested in more saucy content on the reg, I've made an MYM.fans acct!! I plan 2 upload all the good stuff on there n thats $10 a month, ish.

I also do custom hypnofiles, pics/vids/audios/etc. DM 4 details.

Lastly, should you feel like being generous n tipping/ buying me a gift, my c4sh4pp is $pavementflower n you can buy me gifts/contribute 2 gift money here!!

im in a polyamorous relationship with someone, n also a dynamic with a Dom. im not really looking atm but im open 2 play through asks just dont ask me 2 touch myself as I'm not allowed without permission 🙈

[starrygetou]

trans!suguru drabble

banner creds

pair: gojo satoru x geto suguru

wc: 877

tags: MDNI, ftm!suguru geto, coming out, first time, unprotected sex, post coital cuddling, gojo is a sweetie :3

thinking about how accepting satoru would be when he found out abt trans!geto. he always knew suguru was a bit self conscious whenever they had to change around each other or whenever they went to the beach with friends. but he never questioned it. he actually would help alleviate his stress by keeping his shirt on or staying with him on the towels while everyone else goes out to the water.

he would always be respectful whenever they needed to use their shared bathroom, making sure sugu was decent or ready for satoru to enter it suguru was just coming out from a shower. satoru always thought it was cute how suguru would rush to his room to make sure he saw nothing (even though his towel was practically the size of a blanket).

even after they started dating, satoru was still respectful of suguru’s space. he wanted to cuddle him so bad at times but suguru still wasn’t fully comfortable with hands on his body in intimate ways.

once suguru was ready to tell him, he did it casually (as possible) when they were watching tv. even though satoru knew because he accidentally found his empty testosterone gel in the trash one day. he didn’t bring it up because he wanted suguru to come out on his own terms, not because a silly tube fell out of his garbage can mid chore.

suguru was relieved when satoru didn’t react negatively, giving him a long hug. they cuddled the rest of the night in satoru’s bed, watching old minecraft music video compilations before drifting asleep.

a few months after, suguru was finally comfortable and ready to show his naked body to satoru. satoru had to sit on his hands to make sure he didn’t immediately start touching suguru after he took his shirt off. he sat there, admiring how fit suguru was. suguru revealing he never got top surgery since his chest was small to begin with, so all he worked on was getting his chest muscles bigger with weightlifting. and it worked, beautifully. when he finally gave satoru the go ahead, he immediately kissed up and down his abdomen. worshipping every mole and stretch mark on his stomach and chest.

when suguru is ready to fuck satoru, he lets him prep his pussy so that way it doesn’t hurt during his first time. satoru almost gets lost in how pretty his pussy is. it looks like it was sculpted by michelangelo, satoru is almost too afraid to touch it thinking it’ll break.

he lets suguru ride, letting him be in control of his first time. satoru just lays back in his sheets, watching suguru’s face contort in pleasure as he uses his cock to get himself off. satoru has to hold back everything in him to not dig his nails into suguru’s hips and take over at the scene in front of his eyes. he watches as his cock glides in and out of suguru’s cunt, a ring of cream starting to form at the base, dripping down his balls.

suguru does a mix of riding and grinding, trying to find his g-spot with satoru’s cock. his mind is starting to feel hazy, not fully prepared for just how good satoru’s cock feels in him. he’d been dreaming of it ever since their first beach trip. ogling at satoru’s lean but muscular physique, his swim trunks resting a bit lower than normal, showing off the top of his white happy trail.

satoru notices suguru starting to get frustrated, not really sure how to angle themselves so they can get the max amount of pleasure.

“do you want me to take over?”

suguru nods, satoru wrapping his arms around suguru’s waist before laying him down on the bed.

after some minor adjustments, satoru starts to fuck suguru. the two share passionate kisses, suguru leaving love bites and bruises all along satoru’s shoulder and neck as his cock hits his sweet spot. satoru has to practically white knuckle his sheets, trying his best not to cum before suguru.

suguru doesn’t last much longer now that satoru’s pelvis rubs against his clit. his orgasm hitting him like a bus as his pussy grips satoru’s cock. broken moans and “satoru”’s spilling out of suguru’s mouth as satoru keeps thrusting, this time a bit slower to allow suguru to fully ride out and enjoy his orgasm.

satoru leans back a bit, watching suguru’s fucked out face as he orgasms. his moans and whimpers filling the room along with the obscene noises their bodies are making when satoru finally finishes. satoru buries his face in the crook of suguru’s neck, leaving small bites and kisses as he slides his dick out, cumming all over suguru’s entrance and clit.

“you didn’t have to pull out you know,” suguru mentions softly in satoru’s ear. the two now cuddling after satoru had cleaned him up with a warm, damp towel.

“i didn’t wanna assume.” satoru says while he twirls suguru’s hair between his fingers, his partner’s fingers lightly rubbing up and down his back as he holds him against his chest.

“i had my tubes cut years ago.”

satoru smiles against suguru’s neck, already thinking about future things to do to his boyfriend.

[bowiebond]

T4T BYERGROVE PART 2

FTM!JONATHAN X FTM!BILLY

CW: NONCON TURNED DUBCON / SOMNO / DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / FEM LANGUAGE / IMPLIED STALKING / CREEP JONATHAN / MINOR ALCOHOLISM / FISTING / TOUCH STARVED!BILLY / BACKGROUND TRANSPHOBIA / SLURS / PISS

Billy’s POV this time :)

Billy was getting weekly orgasms.

Yeah, you heard him right. Some creep kept climbing in through his bedroom window and violating his sleeping body.

It was always when Billy drank too much; Friday nights. Whether he came back late from a party or got depressingly drunk in his bedroom alone, he was always under the influence to some degree. Mind fuzzy and body too warm from the alcohol, occasionally weed.

Billy didn’t know why he kept drinking when he knew what was happening. The first time, he assumed it was a weird, fucked up dream his mind conjured up. But as it happened again and again, he became sure that it was real. That and he woke up in a sticky half-dried puddle most Saturday mornings. He hated doing laundry.

He couldn’t put a face to the voice, even now. Always too disoriented from cheap booze and his own afterglow, with the guy always covering his eyes or pushing his face further into the pillow.

He hadn’t fucked him yet. Played with him, toyed with his body and made him cum every time with his fingers and tongues, sometimes more than once, but he hadn’t shoved his dick in him yet so…

Billy didn’t know how to feel about it. The first instinct when he realised what was going on was fuck someone knows. Except no one did. Not a single slur had been thrown at him at school, no disgusted looks like he used to get in California. He had stubbornly put his foot down when he was ten, around the time his mother left. He sometimes wondered if she left him behind because he was no longer her ‘little girl’, the one every mother wanted, even if he had always been boyish.

God, he had his ass handed to him at school until he bulked up and started hitting back. His dad always wanted a son, and with Max being his new princess, he begrudgingly let Billy play ‘tomboy’, even if he still spelt his name with the ‘ie’ at the end instead of the ‘y’ and grunted at him to take his hits like a man, to stop preening himself if he wanted to parade around like he was a real one.

Neil often snapped at him for indulging Max’s more traditionally masculine hobbies, but she had always been like that according to Susan, so Neil rarely took a swing at him for it. Billy did sometimes wonder if Max was like him too, and he would be the first in her corner if she was, but she seemed happy as a girl, unlike him.

In this small town, he was able to be authentic self, sure, but he hated being here instead of just another city elsewhere. If his secret got out, it wouldn’t be forgotten like in the city. This backwater shithole loved gossip and his life? It would be talk of the town for years because what is more scandalous than a some ‘faggy butch dyke queer’ playing hot shot womaniser? He doubted half of them even knew what a ‘tranny’ was but god, they’d throw that at him too if they learned.

But of course, there hasn’t been a peep about him, or his body, outside of being extremely hot and having women fawn over him. It was easy to playing the ‘bad boy is a secret gentleman’ with them to avoid unbuckling his belt.

This creep didn’t care about what was under his belt though. In fact, he seemed to like it. Talked about his cunt like it was a gift from god but never fucked it.

Billy wasn’t condoning this fuckers actions. Honestly, he would wait for him and beat the shit out of him if the circumstances were different.

What were the current circumstances, you may ask? Well, he was hiding his abandoned womanhood, he was incoherent half of the time when he did sneak in, and…Billy was kind of touch starved, okay?

It was fucked up and disgusting but he was horny and this guy told him he loved him more than once. He spent all his time surrounded by sweaty testosterone filled guys with nice asses and broad shoulders. Plus girls who had soft tits just looking to be squeezed under his hand. Billy wasn’t all that interested in romance with a chick, but women weren’t unappealing. Just didn’t get him going the same way guys did.

And this guy? Fuck, he got him going. Played his body like the violin, working him up to his crescendo until he crashed into a sticky, shaking mess. One time he even cried from how intense it got, three orgasms in and drowning in the pained pleasure as his face was shoved deeper into his pillow.

This creep was dangerous, definitely, but he was also giving Billy the one thing he had needed since he got to this shitty fucking town.

Release, a reason to think about nothing for a few hours. Billy had feared for a long time that no one would really want him, not with his body, not entirely masculine or feminine. Yet this creep had debunked his worries with his praise, the way he still referred to Billy as man even as he plunged his fingers into his pussy again and again until he was squirting into his palm and up his wrist.

It was a heady feeling, being entirely accepted by this faceless stranger who claimed to love him so dearly. A fucked up, conflicting feeling, but addicting nonetheless.

It’s probably what led to him drinking again that coming Friday night, like he always did. It was probably a problem, but whatever. Billy had loads of those as it was. At least this problem made the others easier to live with.

He was out like a light by ten, and it felt nice to crash into bed without a thought in his head and a slowly growing ache between his thighs. His body had gotten used to it, taught itself to anticipate the strangers touch every time he went to sleep. He had woken up throbbing and sticky more than once because of it. His body was becoming less Billy’s, more his, and it should scare him but it felt too nice to try stopping it.

He woke up to his body already twitching, his cunt pulsing and sheets soaked from his first orgasm already. His head was spinning as he buried his face deeper into his pillow, rocking back into the fingers deep inside him. Fuck, he was so sensitive already. Two digits, long and slim, we’re curling and rubbing as he muffled his slurred whines. He couldn’t have been asleep long. He still felt drunk.

A third slipped inside, and that was something new. He mewled, spreading his legs further. God, was he actually gonna fuck him this time? Billy shouldn’t have been so wet and wild for it, this creep was technically a fucking rapist, a stalker too probably, but he wanted it. God, he wanted it so bad, to have his virgin pussy finally fucked open and filled.

Billy always knew he was fucked in the head, but this had to be a new low, even for him.

His eyes rolled back as a forth digit teased his hole. Fuck, four fingers? Did this guy have some monster dick, or what?

“Fuck,” He groaned, turning his head to catching his breath. “C’mon, fuck me.” He propped himself up on trembling knees, baring his cunt to him with a hint of desperation. It had been weeks, hell, months of this. If this guy was gonna keep pussyfooting around it like he hadn’t already violated him more times then he could count, then he’d give him the go ahead.

“I wish I could.” He groaned from behind him, that fourth finger squeezing inside. Billy clenched around them, aching at the intrusion. If he wasn’t so aroused, he didn’t think that fourth finger would have slipped inside so easy. “God, I wish I could sink my dick into you. It would be a dream come true.”

“Then do it.” Billy moaned, rocking back into his fingers. He needed to be filled yesterday. “Take your dick out and shove it in me, creep.”

“I can’t.” His voice sounded thin, strained, and Billy gasped as those four fingers stretched him out even further, testing his limits and rubbing at his velvet walls.

Billy sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, stifling a groan, slick smearing down his thighs as the stranger fucked his fingers in and out of his cunt, obscene sounds leaving his stuffed pussy.

He gasped when a thumb teased at his already tight entrance.

“You just wanna be full, right?” He sounded breathless. “Want me inside you, right? I can be inside you, Billy.” His thumb hooked into his hole and Billy winced, whining softly as he was stretched even further, every little thrust making his entrance ache. He eyes grew glossy as the pain ebbed away, rocking back into the hand.

“Please,” He slurred, drunk on the touch, tipsy on booze. “Please. Want you to fuck me real good.” Billy mumbled and the man cursed, pushing his fingers in further. Billy fumbled to cover his mouth as he cried out softly, feeling the knuckles of his hand breach his hole. It was too much, he felt stretched thin, edging his limit. Anymore and he might break. Might tear and bleed, blood mixing with slick as he cries. He didn’t want to break, but the stranger was being gentle, delicate with him like a fragile teacup, as he filled his cunt with something thicker than a cock.

It was dizzying, feeling those fingers so deep, rubbing at spots he couldn’t reach before. He clenched around him, sucking him further, the girth of his knuckles the worst of it before his hand slipped into his hole; hot and silky and so fucking wet.

Billy moaned as fingertips pressed against the deepest part of him, pressure he had never experienced before. It felt strange, but when his fingers stroked it, his pussy shuddered and flexed, dribbles of slick slipping down his shaking thighs.

His voice broke as those fingers curled slowly into a fist, firm and heavy in his pussy as a hand rested upon his lower back.

“God, you’re gorgeous. Fuck. So warm…” He flexed his fist and Billy moaned, unable to move from how weak he felt. He was completely at this man’s mercy and he was okay with that. He wanted him to fuck him, but this would have to suffice. More than sufficed. He was so full.

“My Billy. So beautiful. Beautiful boy.” He felt lips against his spine, just below his shoulder blades, and groaned. His fist began to shift, pulling back, tugging at his rim before pressing back in deep, Billy choking on his own tongue as his knuckles brushed his cervix.

“Fuck,” He whined. “C’mon, fuck me, ruin me, shit.” He begged, dignity far behind him as that hand began to fuck in and out of his cunt. His pussy squelched, the noise ringing in his ears as it continued, wet sounds and lewd moans being forced from his body by the fist stuffing every inch of space inside him.

Fuck dick, this was as good as it could get, Billy was sure of it. Every sensitive spot inside his cunt was getting the stimulation it craved, and Billy was sure a cock couldn’t do that. God, was he a size king? He hoped when this guy did dick him down, he had a monster that would break him.

His eyes rolled back as he started to pick up pace, really fucking into his puffy pussy now, red and swollen from the abuse as the blond whined into his pillow.

He squirmed when he felt those sinful knuckles press against his bladder, his free hand reaching between his legs to play with his clit. Billy tried to ease away from the pressure, but he was insistent.

“Stop,” He slurred out, mouth covered in the taste of the cotton pillowcase he had been biting. “M gonna piss myself, man.” And this was definitely not squirt, that intense rush of pleasure; this was a painful swelling in his bladder being enticed, ready to burst the longer he circled his clit. If he came, he knew his brain would shut off and he could not allow it, not when he was seconds from pissing himself.

“You’re so close though,” He breathed hotly against his lower back. “C’mon, I don’t care, wanna watch you, so pretty.” He was babbling now, fuck, there was no getting through to his intruder now.

Billy buried his face in his pillow, rocking into the stimulation, knowing he didn’t get much of a choice this close to the edge.

His body tensed up as he came, cunt tight around his wrist, squeezing his moving fist. He was writhing with pleasure as the man continued to roll his clit, even as it began to hurt. He slumped down onto the bed, legs too weak to hold himself up, and moaned softly as the fist began to unfurl, still thrusting slowly. His body went lax and Billy was mortified by the hot puddle of piss that grew under him, unable to hold it back any longer now that every muscle in his pelvis had stopped working.

The intruder groaned, pulling out of his drenched pussy. When he grabbed his ass, he could feel his own slick smearing across it, an apology somewhere on his tongue for the pee but unable to leave his lips as he drowned in his afterglow.

He groaned as the man straddled his thighs, pressing his scratchy trousers against his flushed, sensitive skin. Then he rutted against him and it struck Billy then that there was no bulge. It was completely flat, the heat of it permeating through the pants as the stalker panted into his ear, quiet moans pitched and breathy as he rolled his hips. Grinding on him to get off.

Billy moaned, eyes fluttering open as he reached back blindly to grab at his waistband. The man whined softly at being stilled, but he gasped when that same hand slipped into his boxers.

He was wet. Soaked. God, Billy was exhausted and his pussy still throbbed weakly at the knowledge.

He whimpered pathetically in his ear and Billy pitied him enough to rub at his slick sex, hooking his finger into the hood of his clit. He rocked into his touch, desperate, dropping his forehead against his head. Brown hair fell into his eyes and he catalogued it absentmindedly as he drove two fingers into his hole, bringing them back to his clit to circle it again and again.

“Billy, Billy, fuck, love you, shit, can’t believe you’re touching me,” He rambled in a wheezy breath, knees squeezing his thighs. The stranger had to be close. Billy could feel the piss beneath them growing cold, soaked into the knees of the others trousers.

“My wrist’s cramping. Hurry up.” It was mean but it made the man on top of him shudder and throb, taking his wrist in his dirty hand and grinding into his palm greedily. He was making his hand filthy just like his.

He came with a muffled cry into Billy’s curls, his squirt trickling down his palm and wrist as he continued to hump his hand.

“Love you, love you so much, thank you, thank you,” He panted against his face, and if Billy squinted, he thought he could make some features out in the corner of his eye, but it was too dark.

“You’re tired.” He said softly, removing his hand, linking it with his own slick hand.

It was gross. It was also kind of sweet.

“Sleep.” Billy groaned softly, eyes drooping. His fucking bed…it was going to smell like piss now. Gross.

A kiss was bestowed upon his brow.

“I’ll be back next week.” It should have been a threat. It felt more like a date. A weird, fucked up date.

Billy couldn’t care less. A date was a date.

[yanderestarangel]

♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 ♡

a/n: version with kuai liang here ♡

TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

He was always a kind, sweet and helpful man, you and Tomas lived a peaceful marriage - practically a dream marriage - however, after Tomas learned about his brother's betrayal with the lin kuei, with his father and all the rude treatment from older brother, he just lost control.

But with the wrong person.

You didn't even have a reaction as you watched Vrbada come home and freak out, breaking some things and yelling at you in the process - generating an argument between the two of you, you were both obviously hurt, so Tomas only realized the mess he had made at the wedding when he went sleeping outside the house that night, covering his ears as he heard your cry in his head.

He came back in the late afternoon of that day, with a tired face, eyes swollen from crying and above all, a look of redemption for having hurt you. He saw you sitting on the couch, also hurt and bruised - but it was his fault - and he needed to fix that.

He sighed deeply, not wanting to argue with you, but needing to talk this out "-My love, please. Let's sit down and talk about what happened. I know I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any of it."

Tomas sat down on the couch next to you, his hand reaching out to touch yours gently. "-You know how much you mean to me, right? You are the light of my life, my beautiful boy. Please, don't push me away like this. I want to make it up to you. I promise I won't lose control again. I need your forgiveness sweetheart... " His voice trailed off as he looked at you desperately, hoping for some sign of understanding or mercy from you.

You just let the tears come out in anger, as you left Tomas, going to take a shower and try to relax, but you knew that your husband wasn't going to give up. His heart sank as he saw you that way. He knew he had hurt you deeply and was sorry for it, he follows you to the bathroom, giving you space to get comfortable.

"-I'm so sorry. Please, don't be angry with me anymore." He entered the bathroom carefully, trying to give you some space while still wanting to comfort you. "-You will always be my husband, no matter what happens between us."

He slowly took off his clothes as he got close to you, placing his hands on your body, massaging your wet skin, while whispering in your ear. "-Forgive me, please. I need you. You are my entire world."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours, trying to convey his feelings through his actions. Tomas slowly pushed into your wet pussy, feeling your body respond to him despite your anger. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "-You feel so good my boy." Tomas growled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper into you, enjoying the feeling of your wet pussy surround his throbbing cock.

You moaned against him, while he held you in his arms, resting one of his thighs on the side of your body, stopping you from falling - you said you hated him, but he didn't stop, pushing his shaft more and more into your pussy, the head of his cock hit your cervix several times, directly in your sweet spot.

"-That's it baby. Let it all out. I deserve your hate." He said between gritted teeth, his dick sliding in and out of your tight cunt. "-You can fucking hate me as much as you want. Just let me make you feel good, let out all your anger (Y/N) Release it on my dick Aaah- Fuuck, I love you-"

"-Say my name little angel. Say 'Tomas.' " His voice was hoarse with desire "-Tell me you love me too..." But you denied it, still conflicted with the feelings you felt for him - his heart fell when he realized that, every time you made love, you screamed his name, but that time you didn't - He continued to pump into you, his dick swelling even more as he felt his climax approaching.

"-I love you so much my baby boy. Please don't hate me anymore." He cried and growled through his tears, his cock swelling inside you as he reached the edge of orgasm.

"-Say it! Tell me you still love me!"He brought one of his hands to your face, as he looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes were full of tears, which ran down his face. His grip on your face tightened as he continued to fuck you, his hips moving faster and harder, driven by a combination of desire and desperation. "-Say it. I Beg my pretty boy..." Vrbada breathed heavily into your ear, his tears falling onto your neck as he fucked you with all his might. You couldn't help it, moaning his name like a mantra as the sounds of his thick shaft echoed through the bathroom in your pussy - "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas..." - you moaned loudly as your hips brushed against his crotch, searching still more contact with him.

He moaned loudly, his lips open, as he sped up, his balls slapping your ass. He collapsed onto your breasts, his cock still pulsing inside you, spilling thick jets as he spoke "-Yes Yes Yes! C-cuming Mmm-" desperately from the overstimulation of his member.

Tomas gave a few thrusts to prolong the pleasure, while still whimpering against your soft skin, he took a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. "-I'm sorry for everything I did... I'll do anything to make things right between us." He refused to leave you, afraid of losing you again, like sand in the desert. Tomas held you close, his arms around you as he finally found peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. "-Please stay with me, you are my husband. I need you more than ever." His voice was soft and gentle, the tears drying on his chest as he held you close.

"-Let's start again. Together..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[dabisbratz]

another collab with @slutouya !! but this time it’s kiribaku! all characters and participants are 18+ and have adult bodies.

words: 1.7k

WARNING: nsfw, bondage, sensory deprivation (soft), dp in one hole, ftm reader, uses the term “cunt,” squirting, dirty talk, name calling/degradation. if you are uncomfortable with any of that please turn away!

Beneath the dimmed light, you sit with your vision obstructed by a warm cloth. It smells familiar, the scent of smoke and cinnamon violating your nostrils until it’s overwhelming. This way your senses are heightened, you can feel the rustle of bedsheets and cotton rubbing against your knees, the sound of barely audible breaths, the taste of anticipation on your tongue. You’re not entirely sure what’s going on, but you feel safe nonetheless. Your thighs are spread in a strained position, but you only truly realize once the clothes covering them are ripped away. You shiver, a sharp trickle of cool air running up your spine. A warning would’ve been nice, but you can’t complain for long.

“First of all, why the fuck am I tied up and two, why am I fucking naked. What the hell are you doing? If this is a joke it’s not funny-” Your voice was silenced by a pair of hands pulling you forward on the bed until your front hit someone’s chest. The skin on your arm started to burn slightly from the rope keeping them behind your back. Your mind suddenly started to click together- realizing Ashido must’ve spilled the beans about your fantasies and daydreams about the two of them. The other one snuck up behind you and they both started to lick and bite at any skin they could reach.

Your protests are cut short when particularly sharp teeth reach your neck, just below your jaw and above its base. With your other senses heightened like this it’s almost impossible not to moan. It feels more like pure pleasure than pain, a sensation that wracks your entire body and has your fists clenching against vibrant rope. You can feel large palms push your shoulders down, forcing you to relax against whoever’s biting at you. While one bites, the other gropes, squeezing in just the right places with just the right amount of pressure. God, it’s so good. Unreasonably so, and your skin is almost too sensitive against those warm palms. It makes you want to rip off that blindfold and cry. Guide their hands further down, further up, everywhere and anywhere.

“A little bird told us about your dirty fuckin’ dreams,” You’d recognize that voice anywhere- you were now able to conclude that Katsuki was kneeling behind you and you were sitting on Eijiro’s lap. You could feel his cock against your thigh, so close and yet so, so far from where you needed him to be. You can feel the redhead smile against your skin as you tried to grind your hips against him, only- what you assume to be Katsuki’s hands- stopped you. “Such a dirty fuckin’ boy. Thinkin’ about me n’ shitty hair fucking this stupid (cunt/hole) open.” You wished you could cover your face in hopes of hiding your embarrassment through the ropes made damn sure your arms weren’t moving any time soon. “Can’t wait to tear this stupid body apart.”

“Aw, Bakugo! Don’t be too harsh on him,” The redhead speaks into your ear, biting at your lobe with shark-like teeth. His voice is sweet and thick like honey. You may not be able to chase release through him, but he could very easily use you how he pleased. Whether that was thrusting forward to grind his cock against you or getting Katsuki to bounce you on his lap, he had you wrapped around his finger. They both did. You’re sandwiched between the two of them, and you can feel their cocks throb with every second that passes. Though the humiliation makes your face go aflame, the thought of Kirishima and Bakugou yearning to put you in your place makes your mouth water. You could be a good boy, their good boy, you could sit there and take it. But you just needed a little more. “After all, I got a few things I wanna say, too. I think his greedy little cunt just wants something inside it. You wanna milk our cocks, sweetheart? I know you’ll take it all, sweet thing.”

Did they want a response? You didn’t know. Though, as you assumed they did want one, the minute you began formulating a response, Eijiro was quite quick in running his tip through your folds before enveloping your waist almost completely in his hands to pull you against his lap and fully sink down on his cock. Your jaw automatically fell slack, all sound seemingly caught in the back of your throat. Bakugo’s hands left your body and you whined in response. Something cold dripped around your other hole and you gathered what was happening, “Wait wait! Do- fuck me, yes-” It was difficult to formulate any response with the way Eijiro’s tip rocked against your cervix. “Both in- please-” The angry blonde was smart, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what you were attempting to beg for.

“Aw, the little slut wants us both in his tiny cunt.” He spoke in a sing-song voice while Kiri cooed in your ear. You didn’t need to nod at them for them to realize that that was indeed what you were trying to beg for. The anticipation that came with not being able to see was killing you. Were they silently talking to each other? Were they actually gonna even do it? What was taking them so long? Every thought that was racing about in your head was put down the minute you felt Eijiro slip out and only leave the tip and Katsuki’s followed suit. They both rested there for a minute in hopes of giving you a minute to prepare for the both of them.

Holy shit— oh God — you were so full. It was nearly impossible to move. They’re so thick, stretching you out further than you didn’t even know was possible. It felt like you were on fire, with heat prickling at your skin and building in your stomach. Their moans are just as heavy as the feeling of their cocks buried deep inside your cunt, and the second one of them starts moving you can feel your brain turn to mush. Your vision goes blurry as you blink away tears, and you can feel soft hands cupping your cheek. You have no choice but to sink further down, to take it all and let your mind go dumb. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be, stuck between two handsome men who will happily pound away whatever you have coursing through your mind and- oh, fuck, when Katsuki moves you swear you see stars.

“You take it so well. Fuckin’ made to do it. Love watching you get all wet and sloppy, you goin’ dumb on me now?” You have a feeling Katsuki loves to listen to himself talk, but you don’t complain- not that you can. Your back arches naturally against both men, and your head falls back onto broad shoulders. It’s so much, too much, and it has you wailing. The blond pats your cheek to get your attention. “Asked you a- fucking!- fuckin’ question. You want me to hit that sweet spot of yours? Pound some fuckin’ sense into you? C’mon, slut, I know you can take it.”

“Please, please- yes! yes!- fuck!” What were you begging for? You had no idea. But after you’d finished your incessant begging, it seemed to spur one- both of them on even further than before. Katsuki grabbed one of the lines of rope that kept your arms together to easily pull your body into their well-timed thrusts. The stretch burned so well throughout your entire body. You’d never felt anything like it before, they knew that. The sheer force of their thrusts almost made it seem like they were trying to carve the shape of their cocks into you. Though you didn’t actually know it, that’s exactly what they were doing. Neither of them had any plans of letting off to someone else- not after this. Oh how you wish you could see because maybe if you could see you would’ve seen the rough smack to your ass from the blonde coming. Except you felt a slight unfamiliar heat to his slaps. Slap! The string of moans that clawed out of your throat were uncontrollable, not that you could have ever even tried to contain them with the way the curve of their cocks perfectly angled them to slam against your cervix every single time.

“You’re so messy, really working for these cocks, aren't you? So greedy..” Eijirou groans when he feels you flutter around him, hugging his cock tightly. He lets his eyes flutter shut as he grasps whatever he can, holding his bottom lip between his teeth. You felt so good, perfect even, and each time their thrusts synced up perfectly, he could see Bakugou’s eyes roll to the back of his head. His grip on you is hard enough to bruise, and you look forward to seeing any traces of the two on your skin later. You hope to have more than that, load after load of their cum stuffed deep inside you until you can't hold any more. The sound of their skin colliding with yours fills the air along with grunts and moans, and if his cock brushes against Bakugou’s while you clamp down on him one more time he isn’t sure if he’ll last any longer.

Though neither are you- and it’s clear with the way you desperately try to say something while trying to cling onto something, anything. “C- it’s- f-mmph! It’s- please!” Bakugo’s menacing laugh rang through your ears like church bells,

“S’the little cockwhore gonna cum? Yeah? ‘Wanna see you cum on our big cocks and only ours- because you're ours now, yeah?” Katsuki babbled on too lost in the feeling of trying to chase that high you three needed.

“Or maybe he wants us to cum inside?” Even if you couldn’t see, you could practically feel Eijiro smiling through his teeth like he always does. Their hips stuttered when you clenched around them tighter even at the mere idea of it. “Yeah that’s what he wants isn’t it?” Your jaw clenched, with another slap to your ass your cum was spilling out on their cocks and their lower stomachs and thighs.

“How cute- little boy squirted from some cock.” Kiri was the one to continue speaking. With a few shallow and quick thrust from the both of them, neither of them pulled out like you asked and you could feel your stomach bulge slightly from their cum.

“Happy birthday extra.”

“Happy birthday sweetheart.”

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Shigaraki x Reader x Spinner

NSFW || minors do not interact

cw: poly relationship, threesome, reunion sex, spinner's monster cocks, trans(ftm)!shigaraki

A/N: this was a paid commission for a dear friend of mine! I'm sorry for many "pale/blushy" descriptions but they do be a blushy bottom🌸

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Cruel fingers dig into the meat of your thighs, a frustrated whine coming from your boyfriend's lips. His pussy drips and drools over your leg, his clit brushing against you ever so often, his own thighs getting tired. He tries slowing down again, rolling his hips with care, angling them so that he can slowly build up the warm feeling in his tummy that escaped him just a few minutes ago. He's holding his breath, focused so intensively on the way your plush skin shakes under him, your leg moving up and down in efforts to help him at least a bit.

Your hands are shyly placed on his hips, too scared to grip or move him the wrong way.  Your lips are swollen, drool still dripping down your chin ever so often, the light stinging reminding you of how close he was, how beautifully his back arched, just for everything to be ripped away for no reason at all.

Well, there's always a reason, this one being that after a few weeks of living alone together, desperately waiting for your boyfriend to come back home, you both became unsustainably needy. Whatever the other one did wasn't enough anymore, and just like that, both of you wasted your time desperately trying to make each other cum.

What infuriated Shig even more was that he couldn't do anything to help you out either.

His head falls onto your chest, hot tears staining your skin, he's so terribly overwhelmed and deprived all the same. You decide to spend the rest of the afternoon soothing each other, kissing and cuddling, trying to make the day pass by quicker. Tomura ended up falling asleep on your lap, arms wrapped around your back. Placing a kiss to his shoulder, you bury your face in his neck, listening to the soft snores and huffs until your eyesight starts to get blurry, eyelids slowly closing while you finally doze off. He should be here soon...

You're not sure if Shigaraki woke up, but you can hear, maybe in your dreams, soft whispers against your ear, words of adoration making your heart swell, and in your sleepy state your think you hug your boyfriend a bit tighter, letting him know that yes, you adore him too. Slowly, the gentle kisses feel more real, sharp nails scraping over your cheek, carefully...warm but chapped lips following suit. And then you definitely hear Shigaraki stirring in his sleep, knees digging into the couch while his hands feverishly grip at you, probably trying to ground himself back to slumber.

Too tired to connect the dots, you lovingly tangle your fingers in Shig's hair, trying to soothe him a bit more. You can feel hot lips against yours for a brief second again, and this time you decide to peek, lazily blinking. A few shades of green melt in front of you, halfheartedly rubbing the sleep from your eyes, your vision clears.

Your heart jumps and leaps, and if it wasn't for a finger shushing you, you're sure you would scream, hands flying to your boyfriend to pull him in. His hands hold your face tenderly, nose brushing against yours. Tomu shifts again and you can't keep still anymore, shaking him awake. Shigaraki grunts, opening his eyes, startled from a dream he was having that got cut off abruptly, but suddenly become wide awake when two pairs of lips land on each of his cheeks.

He's off your lap in seconds, jumping and wrapping his legs around Spinner, still dizzy from sleep but he's lucky that two strong hands squish him steady, not letting him fall. You watch with a fond smile, Shig's greedy lips stealing Spinner's mouth, sloppy and sharp tongue messily trying to keep up. Standing up, you look over your occupied boyfriends, letting them have their moment.

Once you put the bags in their place, you're dragged and spun around, scales rubbing against your chin, hot tongue swirling down your neck. You're backed up across the room until your legs bump into the cushion, making you sit. Shigaraki's already pulling you in the center of it, waiting for Spinner to take off his clothes. He's sweaty and he desperately needs a shower, but his hands can't stay away from either of you.

He's crawling between you and Shig, grabbing each of your hands while he shamelessly sniffs and rubs against both of you. Trailing lower, kissing from one body to another, he has both of you laying flat on the bed.

Oh how he missed you, hands feverishly pulling and groping your thighs. Shigaraki is the first to shamelessly spread his legs open, bucking his hips off the bed. Spinner can't keep up, leaving you briefly to bury his nose in the white tuff of hair, smearing the slick across his chin, clawed nails digging into pale legs, spreading them further and further until Tomura squeals. The tip of his nose is soft, rubbing and nudging Tomura's clit, tongue shyly darting out to lick between the glossy folds.

You have to squeeze your thighs together, watching as your green lover tries to keep his eyes open, intoxicated and dazed by the mouthwatering pussy against his face.

His hand blindly reaches between your legs, urging you to spread out for him. Shigaraki's hands are clawing at Spinner's scalp, fingers tangling in traces of purple, pulling and kneading while he pleadingly looks at you.

Spinners fingers dip between your thighs, teasing your clit with his thumb until you finally inch your legs apart. You hear the satisfied moan, his palm cupping your cunt. It's comfortably warm and wet against his hand, making addictive squelchy sounds each time he taps at it. He's working Tomura open with his long tongue, going deeper and deeper until he can feel his muscle straining in his mouth.

Shig whines for you, turning his head so he can steal a kiss. Spinner peeks up, his cocks twitching and straining against the bed while he watches the two of you, flushed and panting into each other's mouth. He has to press on Shigaraki's tummy to keep him still, working him open the only way the poor lizard can. His nails warily scrape over your hole, dipping in and out oh so lightly, just teasing and moving back up to your clit, his fingers now soaked and slimy against the small nub.

He lets off of Shigaraki's cunt with a quiet "plop", wiping his lips on his inner thigh.

His attention is back on you, reaching his hands up to knead and grope at your breasts, slippery fingers pinching your nipples, twisting and pulling gently, the tip of his nails scraping across the sensitive bud.

His hand sinks right into the soft mounds, squeezing them together.

Raggedy tongue pokes the tight muscle of your pussy, sinking nice and deep, swirling around as he gulps down. You taste divine, and he thanks the Lords that neither you nor Shiggy had the time to shower before this, because hell, his taste buds are tingling, saliva pooling from his lips, and he's pushing himself closer and closer.

Pre drips from his cocks, small droplets staining the sheets while he tries not to rut against them too much.

Shigaraki kneels, leaning down to kiss at your tits, Spinner's hands pushing them in his mouth. Your pale skin turns purple, bit by bit until Tomura is satisfied enough, watching you squirm from the nibbles of his teeth. He was always a bit...intense when it came to pressure, biting or scratching a bit too hard, cunt throbbing at the hastily appearing marks. He's kind enough to soothe the tortured skin, especially when every swipe of his tongue makes you arch your back, hands flying to the first thing you can grab. And God he could spend the whole day just munching on your breasts.

His attention is grabbed by a hungry groan, a sharp thrusts rattling the bed. His eyes snap to Spinner's hips, two obviously neglected cocks humping against the mattress. Spinner is too focused, too pussy drunk to even think about himself, and Tomura can't just let your precious boy suffer like that.

He tries his best to reach under Spinner, a careful hand wrapping around one of the dicks. He gasps into your heat, dragging his tongue out for just a moment, slamming it back in with new vigor, Shigaraki's hand speeding up around his length. The angle is weird but just enough to make him see stars, having hands that he could only imagine for the longest time, finally around him.

He reaches one of his hands to rub at your clit, curling his tongue up, the tip of it bumping against the soft patch inside, sending small shocks to your belly. Tomura can't keep his eyes off of both of you, pussy clenching around nothing while he imagines being squished between the two of you.

Finally, Spinner peels away from your cunt, savoring the taste on his tongue, swirling it across his glossy lips before pulling it back in his mouth. Tomura takes the opportunity to push your legs up and lean himself on your chest, hungrily staring at his boyfriend who's hands shake in anticipation.

He waits for you and Shigaraki to settle comfortably before he inches closer, spreading his legs a bit to level better.

You both hold your breaths while he guides his cocks over your holes, stroking them both for a bit before tapping against your pussies. Shigaraki scoffs at the teasing of his tip against his cunt, eagerly swaying his hips to sink himself onto Spinner's cock.

A pair of hands keep him still though, eyes scanning over both of your faces while he nudges another inch in. Tomura can't keep his weight up, dropping his light body over yours fully, legs going weak when the cock seemingly pushes as far as it can go. You huff, body overheating while his pussy kisses yours.

"You can take a bit more, right?" Spinner asks, and before you can really think about it you're both nodding, holding onto eachother while your cunts stretch and pulse around his cocks. The generous few seconds he gives the two of you to adjust are barely enough, his feet digging into the bed as he starts thrusting. It's as slow as he can make himself go, an apologetic look on his face. But he has two beautiful partners spreading their legs wider, bodies moving to meet his.

"Kiss me" Tomura whines and pleads, knuckles now pale from holding onto the sheets. Spinner's top cock is slightly bigger and even tho Tomu and you can take a lot, it's always a struggle to get used to, no matter how much the three of you fuck and switch around. You place your lips on his open mouth, letting him breathe the hot air between you. If there was one thing Spinner craved, it was for a way to kiss both of you at the same time, yet he remained content, watching you while he worked his pace. His touch was always soft, compared to the brutal prods of his cocks that shook the whole bed, finger lazily stroking Tomura's hips or your thighs, sometimes seeking either of your hands.

He would often put Shigaraki's hand behind his back, watching his face mush against your tits, tongue lolled out, overwhelmed tears making his red eyes glow all pretty. Other times he would lay over Tomu, leaning over his shoulder so that he can kiss you, missing how far away you are from him this way. But fuck it doesn't feel far, not with how deep his cock is ramming inside you, balls slapping against your ass, filling the room with a hypnotizing "plaping" noise, sweaty skin bouncing against eachother. By a particularly angled thrust, the sounds the two of you make cause his muscles to tense, head thrown back only slightly, long tongue barely able to stay comfortably in his mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He jolts forward, gripping the fat of your hips, squeezing until he gets enough of a leverage to plow into you, listening to muffled yelps and moans as he nears his high. Shigaraki switches to biting and drooling above your tits, tongue darting to swirl your nipples, soaking pussy rubbing hurriedly over yours.

"That's it, missed your pussies so much, f-fuck...missed you-..." He's rambling, he gets so sweet when he's about to cum, words sending jolts to your heart, making your fingertips tingle. And if Shigaraki wasn't whining already, he is now, a tinted blush on his cheeks, arms weak, trying to keep Spinner buried to the hilt as he can feel the knot untangling in his stomach.

Spinner takes a moment to look down past his abs, staring at a mess of gush and cream on his cock, whispering a soft " 's pretty" that makes Tomura arch his back, cumming on top of you. You follow soon after as runny ropes of hot cum start filling you up, invading the already tight space with the sheer amount your boyfriend has to offer, going on and on until you feel like passing out.

"Ah-hah" itself a sigh of relief, his cocks softening just enough so that they can slip out of both of you, sticky release dripping from Shigaraki's pussy to yours and then adding onto the disaster of the sheets that'll definitely need a few rounds in the washing machine.

Tomura falls to your side, making room for Spinner who crashes in the middle, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That's it?" both you and Shig say in unison, teasing the poor lizard. He replies with a groan, dicks twitching at the mere suggestion. You're nice enough to spare him, promising a warm bath as soon as your legs decide to obey properly.

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Good Vibes - A Stripper!Kiri x Reader AU NSFW

This is my contribution to the Magic Mike Collab by the illustrious Angelashido

CW: Use of pussy, clit, cunt. Daddy used in a sexual context,

Disclaimer: All Reader inserts are brown and ftm trans! Reader will have he/him pronouns. All characters are over 18. Minors DNI!

“Good Boys listen to daddy don’t they, my darlin.’”

Those words rang through your head almost every day you went to work.

The deep bass of his voice, the warmth of his hands, the hungry look in his eye.

They all haunted your dreams since you started working at Fatgum’s Farm. A southern farm themed strip club where the servers and performers dressed as either cowboys, farm hands, or farm animals. Your “uniform” was a cow printed bikini with a matching tail, ears, and horns. The straps dug into the plush flesh of your brown hips and sides, but you reveled in the stares you would get.

However, you weren’t the only one who had a liking for your outfit.

Eijiro Kirishima was one of the house favorites. A stripper who went by Red Riot, was very intrigued by your appearance. Tall and built like a house, he wore assless chaps, a black thong, and a cowboy hat. Besides the outfit leaving nothing to the imagination, he did love to tease you. Letting his hand slip ever so slightly lower as he walked by, would leave you with a lingering warmth for the rest of the night.

He’s a sweet man though, always walking you to your car and taking care of any customers who got too handsy. Although you never did complain the few times he had to pretend to be your boyfriend. One time in particular, actually. You had a customer gripping your wrist, begging for a kiss, and refusing to let go. Eijiro came up behind you, pulling the man’s hand off of you before putting a protective grip on your waist. Your mind went blank for a moment, feeling his solid body pressed against your side as his fingers dug into the meat of your hip.

“-you go along now baby.” A voice said, shaking you out of your fog. You stood there for a moment before a strong hand gripped your cheeks gently. Turning your face to him, his grip lowered onto your ass.

He gripped it tightly as he spoke. “Good boys, listen to daddy, ‘ight darlin’?” He asked with a low growl. His eyes quickly darted down to your slightly puckered lips, thick and painted red, before looking back up into your eyes.

“Y-yes sir.” Was all you could say before running off to the back to cool yourself off.

That was weeks ago and since then you’ve had your fun with teasing him. Grinding your ass against his bulge “accidentally”, pressing your breast against him with soft groans laced into whatever you were suggesting. Every time, you saw his crimson eyes darken and he licked his lips, looking at your display with hunger. He would recuperate, grabbing your ass as he walked by or snapping the straps of your bikini bottoms against your ass just to see your fat ripple. Today, however, you decided to try and make a move. The two of you were closing for the evening and were the last to leave.

As you walked into the back to change you saw Ejiro standing outside of the entrance. “Ya know you don’t hafta wait outside when it's the two of us right?” You comment to him as you walk inside.

“I know but my mamas raised me to be respectful,” he replies as he walks closer, leaning against a nearby locker as he begins to scroll on his phone. You smirked as you began to strip in front of him, as your back turned to him you felt his eyes trail down your back. Usually, you just threw on some sweats and changed at the house. But tonight you wanted to see how far you could push him. As you pulled off your bra you turned back to him, placing your hands on your hips you smirked. He was standing awkwardly against the locker, face buried in his phone with the faintest of blush dusting his cheeks. “Don’t tell me ya never saw a pretty body naked have ya Eiji?” You taunt as you walk closer to him. Only coming up to his chest you giggled as you pressed up against him.

His breath caught in his chest as he looked down at you. “Now doll… I know we’ve been teasing each otha for a while not..” He started, gripping your chin to keep your eyes on his. “But if ya want this I warn ya… I aint gentle,” he finishes lowly. You can only giggle and bite the inside of your cheek.

"Who says I want it to be soft?” You retort.

Suddenly you’re lifted up and pressed against the lockers by strong arms as a pair of soft lips are pressed against yours. You moan into his kiss as his large hands grip the fat of your thighs and ass. “Fuck baby, do ya know how hard it is for me to just sit by and watch as these hips swing by my stage,” he growls. You can’t get a word out as he sticks two thick fingers into your mouth. Soft whimpers echo through the changing room as your drool drips down his hand. He pulls them out and kisses you gently before slowly sliding a finger inside of you. He groans lowly as he feels how tight you are, your pussy clenches around his finger, desperately trying to suck him in. You stay like this, him stretching you slowly as he adds one more finger, scissoring you apart as he watches your face. How it contorts, how your eyes cross slightly as he feels your sweet spot, it all goes straight to his cock.

“Look at you..taking my fingers like a good little boy should,” he remarks as he looks down at the absolute mess you’ve made. He gently lays you down on a nearby bench, taking off his sweatshirt and folding it up before placing it underneath your hips. You watch as he slides off his pants and boxers, drool escaping you slightly as you watch his cock slowly reveal itself. Thick as heavy that even with it fully hard it can barely stand by itself. He positions himself between your legs, tapping his cock against your pussy. He smirks as he hears your voice hitch, feeling how heavy it is. He looks at you with concerned eyes, studying your face for any sign of discomfort only to find lust-blown eyes looking back at him. He grips your thighs tightly as they push them up to your chest. Your pussy clenches as you feel his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs. He slowly pushes in, biting his lip as he feels the hot, tight walls of your entrance. You reach up, digging your nails into his arms as his grip tightens on your hips.

Eiji gives you only a moment to rest before he pulls out, watching as your lips grip his shaft, glistening from how wet you are. He can’t help the deep growl in his chest as he pushes back in. He picks up the pace, leaning down on his forearms he leans his forehead against yours. The slapping of his balls against your ass echoes loudly. “God damn… you’re so fucking tight-ngh- didn’t think you could take me so well,” he moans out.

You let out a shaky laugh as your legs tighten around his waist. “D-didn’t know you thought so little oh fuck yes of me Eiji~” You replied. Your mixed juices dripped down the curve of your ass, adding to the explicit sounds coming from your rendezvous. To keep himself quiet he buries his face in the crook of your neck, biting and marking his way down to your chest.

Your whines grew louder as you felt the head of his cock hit your most sensitive spot. Your back arched and your nails drew blood from how hard they scratched down his shoulders. “Ah there it is~” He remarks as he sits up a bit, angling his thrusts to keep hitting your sweet pot. Absolutely enamoured by how fucked out you look, eyes crossed and drool dropping from the corner of your mouth, he can see the beginnings of hickeys bloom across your warm brown skin. It made his cock throb. “You’re all mine baby boy, no one else can have this tight pussy except me,” he announced as he began to thrust faster. Rubbing your clit in slow stuff movements he can’t help but smile seeing how your body reacts to the softest of touches. You can barely respond, only nodding your head and whimpering as you feel the knot in your loins tighten. “Gonna cum for me baby? Go on, I’m feelin’ nice today,” he remarks as he feels your pussy tighten around him. He thrusts faster, pinching and rubbing your clit along with his thrusts as he watches your face. You turn your head as you feel yourself about to climb over the edge before you feel a strong hand grip your chin. “Now now. Good boys look at daddy when they cum, I wanna see those eyes cross when ya squirt on my cock,” he commands. His smirk, usually holding warmth and comfort, throws you over the edge with a loud moan. Holding onto him like your life depended on it, you can’t help the cacophony of noises that spilled from your lips. He doesn’t relent, continuing to pound away at your quivering entrance.

“E-eiji nngj s-sensitive,” you moaned out, hot tears streaming down brown cheeks as you tried to move away from his powerful thrusts.

“Shh baby let daddy use you a little bit longer,” he comments as he hooks your legs over his shoulders as he holds your face gently. His large palms squish your cheeks gently as he speeds up his thrusts, your toes curl, and your body quakes as you feel his cock throb inside of you. Looking up at him with unfocused eyes you hold onto his wrists.

“C-cum inside daddy~ please~” You squeaked. That broke him, holding you close to him he unloaded inside of you, groaning loudly he humps against you. Feeling his cock throb and pulse as rope after rope of cum unloads inside of your tight cunt.

He keeps your bodies close together, kissing your face and lips gently as he asks how you're feeling. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I sweetheart?” He asks as he wipes away tears. You shake your head and lean into his touch.

“No no...that was exactly what I wanted,” you replied. He chuckles as he lets your legs down gently, rubbing your hips and joints to ease the tension.

“Good. Cause as soon as I get you home, you’re gonna need to call off tomorrow.”

[l1tw1ck]

Aja- Dottore?!

Dottore disguises himself as your boyfriend

Bottom!FTM Dottore x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

CW: Dub-Con, Cheating, Oral, Daddy Kink

Words: 680

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"Ajax..?" You wipe the sleepiness away from your eyes and look down, a head of pretty ginger locks bobbing up and down your length. "G'morning babe...thought you had a mission."

Ajax blushes deeply, something you think is unusual but you brush it off.

"Mmh...how long have you- shit- been doing this? 'M already gonna–"

Ajax brings his head all the way down, swallowing your spend with a crazed look on his face. He pulls away and covers his mouth, preventing you from seeing his insanely wide smile.

Already naked, he crawls on top of you and sinks down onto your length.

"So early in the morning and you're already this eager, did you have a good dream?" You run your hands along his body, causing him to moan and shiver. "You seem more sensitive too."

"Ahn~ daddy~" He starts to lose his composure from your touch.

You tilt your head, smiling. "Daddy?"

He bites his lip, your amused voice making him squirm.

"I didn't know you wanted to call me that." You flip him onto his back. "You're so cute."

He clenches around you. "Fuc- fuck me~ please~!"

"You're so whiny Aj-" You pause, noticing a strand of blue hair in the midst of Ajax's ginger hair. "Um, did you dye your hair?"

He grabs your cheeks and moves your head to look at him. "Fuck me.."

You pry his mouth open. "My what sharp teeth you have, Ajax." You chuckle. "All the better to bite me with, hm?"

His disguise falls apart completely. "(Name) please..."

"If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked." You grab his waist and turn him onto his stomach.

Dottore's eyes widen, a large grin on his face.

Digging your nails into his waist, you start fucking him roughly. "Shit- you might be even better than Ajax-"

Dottore's mind quickly turns fuzzy, between the compliment, the marks soon to appear on his waist, and more importantly the feeling of your length inside him and fucking him so hard is enough to make him feel like passing out.

"Gods you're tight- it's like fucking a virgin–" You groan and spank him. "Is this one of your body modifications? Did ya make your pussy all tight and perfect for me, Zandik?"

Just hearing that makes him have an orgasm. Electricity runs through his veins as he squirts over your length, walls continuously spasming around your cock.

"Fuck." You bite your lip, your tone expressing your clear arousal. "Not even Ajax squirts.."

Dottore grins, a strong blush on his cheeks. "Am I be- better~?"

"At this rate, I'm better off dumping him." You chuckle. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? I would be all yours, princess."

He shivers. "Ye- yes~!"

You lift his hips up and drill into him deeper, your cock hitting every spot that makes him go insane. He buries his face in the pillow, feeling like he's on cloud 9.

"I don't know if I'll be able to pull out—" You groan, feeling close. "You feel too fucking good, Zandik-"

"Insi- inside~!" He nods rapidly, about to come again.

You bury your head in his neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood as the two of you come simultaneously. Dottore desperately milks your cock for more, euphoria flooding through his body from being creampied by you.

You reluctantly pull out, watching in awe as your cum flows out of him with his cunt tightening around nothing. You get up off the bed and check the time on your phone, noticing a missed message from Ajax.

You open the text.

"We should break up."

You scoff. "I never expected him to be the type to break up over text. Oh well." You shrug and place your phone back on the side table.

"I'll start a bath." You ruffle Dottore's hair and leave for the bathroom.

He turns onto his back and plugs his cunt with his fingers, not wanting to lose any more of your cum.

A wide grin grows on his face, kidnapping the 11th was worth all the trouble.

[lisinfleur]

FTM - Chapter 2: What separates boys from men

Author’s Notes | Second part of this small series! Hope you guys are enjoying! Words | 4353 ⁑ Warnings: Cursing. Mentions to betrayal and fat-shaming.

It was there.

Nevertheless, as he imagined, it wasn't easy.

To be a better man for you was a challenge he had to face with all his heart and Hvitserk wasn't really finding obstacles when he was with you. The moments by your side were just proving he took the best decision he could've ever taken: you were indeed an amazing wife, sweet company, gentle, always up to make his days better and prone to satisfy his needs even more and better than any other lover he ever had.

It was true he didn't have sex with you again yet, but the truth was that it didn't happen yet because of his lack of invests: Hvitserk was still thinking it was too soon to go for something so intimate when the two of you were building something he could see would grow into this level. It wasn't time to search for you yet and waiting to have his sexual desire satisfied was also proof of his change he was giving to himself.

He could find sex wherever he wanted. But he would wait for your time to give it to him once again.

However, he couldn't say it wasn't hard to avoid the "chances" he had everywhere. Getting rid of his ex-lovers was something worse than taking a bath after one huge combat: they were stuck to him like blood between his braids, finding ways to pop out of street corners or cornering him around, trying to get him by the dick as they’d always done.

The fight against his body was the hardest part, but the way his mind was focused helped him not only to fight his own need but also to see things he had never seen...

Many of those women he had in his bed really knew he was married. They not only knew, but they liked to know they were able to take him from his wife's bed! Some of them reached levels of cruelty in their words post being rejected that Hvitserk started feeling disgusted by the memories of every moment he shared with them against his skin.

"Do you think she doesn't know, Hvitserk? What woman wouldn't want to lay with a prince? What pig like her wouldn't know a man like you would want beautiful women by his side?"

"She's not even a woman!"

"By the gods! You'll exchange me for that bunch of meat?"

"Don't come back when you're tired of searching for her cunt in the middle of all that fat, prince Hvitserk!"

Their cruelty was... Despicable. To start for the smaller of the adjectives he could think about those women now.

Every time he would hear such a terrible thing about you from the former lovers he had just shoved away, Hvitserk would come back home and find you there, showing more of those sweet smiles, preparing different recipes for his meals, new clothes you started making for him or even simply being there to kiss his lips and welcome his tired self into the cottage you were turning into his favorite place in Miðgarð.

And it would fill him with the strength to continue changing more and more, facing more and more his own mistakes and changing himself into a better husband for you.

"So... I can see you're growing better."

Words from Ubbe that caught Hvitserk's thoughts from his moment at the Hall's table. He had gone there to drink with his brothers - this time for real, not as a disguise to leave you home for some whore around.

"What?" he asked, taking a sip from his cup and Ubbe smiled.

"You see, some women around have no shame to spit to me their anger about your... Madness," he mocked his lovers' words, smiling at Hvitserk. "I supposed they're becoming angry after being rejected since you seem to have chosen to settle down with your wife. Am I right?"

Hvitserk smiled, but before he could speak, Ivar intromitted himself on the conversation intrusive, as always.

"Our brother was always gluttony, Ubbe. It's not a surprise to see him choosing the bigger dish to devour."

In a different situation, he would've rolled his eyes. Ubbe was ready to reprehend his little brother for the mean comment as the reasonable voice he was always among them but it was Hvitserk's voice to be heard, surprising them all.

"Stop," he grunted, looking at Ivar. "It's not the first time you have mean words to speak about Y/N and I may have been quiet until now, but Ubbe is right. Things have changed and I decided to honor my trousers and stop being a boy which includes protecting my wife from mean words like these."

Ivar rolled his eyes, sipping from his cup as Sigurd and Ubbe were observing that scene with different tones of surprise in their faces: Ubbe, mostly taken by Hvitserk's rampant of maturity; and Sigurd, by the idea he wouldn't be the only one in that table facing Ivar's mean words anymore.

"You have to admit she's quite different from your usual taste, Hvitserk. And now that Ubbe is growing fond of Torvi, I was expecting you to do everything but embracing the female grizzly bear you were forced to marry and accepting your fate. Especially when Margrethe is free to..."

"I said stop!"

This time Hvitserk's voice was angry, followed by a punch of his heavy fist against the wooden table.

"My wife has a name, and her name is Y/N. And you will call her by her name and stop these mean comparisons right now, Ivar! Enough of your poisonous words! She's bigger and curvy, so what? Won't every woman grow bigger and curvy when bearing our children? Won't thin silhouettes grow round when their bellies are full of our seed? Y/N's curves are gorgeous. She fills her dresses, my bed, in a way no other woman ever did. And I may have taken longer to understand how precious she is, but now that I'm aware of my treasures, I won't admit your mocking anymore!"

Ivar had an expression twisted into irony while Ubbe's lips curved in a smile. His little brother was finally growing into the man he always thought was there, hidden behind that hedonist little boy and so, he straightened himself, resting against the chair, letting Hvitserk take care of that situation for his delight.

"It seems little Hvitserk found something hidden into his wife's folds..." Ivar mocked once again.

To what Hvitserk answered with a proud expression no one could really doubt was real in his heart.

"I found love, Ivar. Something I don't think you'll ever find with this bitter tongue and stone heart you insist on keeping inside of your chest. Speak as much as you want, brother. I have a wife, she's gold and soon she'll be full with my child..."

"Even rounder than before!" Ivar insisted, bittered by Hvitserk's words.

"Even rounder than before, Ivar, you're right," Hvitserk completed, not affected by his brother's anger. "Even more beautiful than she already is. And I can't wait to see her like this, waiting for the dreams I have already coming into my life. Now tell me, little brother... Ubbe is to get married for the second time. As long as I know, Sigurd grew fond of that farmer girl he was seeing around. What about you? Bittered by your loneliness, Ivar, the Boneless?"

Sigurd, who was silent since the beginning of that conversation, scoffed a giggle behind his cup causing Ivar to grunt infuriated, hitting the table three times, but having no answer against his older brother who just got up under the smile stamped on Ubbe's lips.

"Going home, brother?" Ubbe asked.

"Y/N will fry pork ribs for me today with lemon and a bittersweet salad she said she's created. I can't lose it, brother," Hvitserk smiled.

"When he comes back, our father will be satisfied, Hvitserk. You bet he will," Ubbe said, smiling at his younger brother who smiled back.

Ragnar was spending some time at the settlement in England and it would surely be a good surprise for him to come back and see that his son had finally settled up with his fate alongside the woman he knew was good for Hvitserk since the beginning.

Hvitserk just nodded, smiling before leaving the table towards the square. This time, he decided to walk himself home since Vakker - his horse - was left home to take a time to rest. Hvitserk smiled, thinking about the beautiful mantle Y/N had done for the horse as a gift since she saw him complaining to Ubbe his horse was slowed by the cold in the last Winter. She had used the pieces of cloth she had from the clothes she made for him and sewed a beautiful cloak that would cover the horse during the cold nights keeping his legs from being affected by the cold and weakened by the harsh time.

His smile became bigger. How was it possible not to love someone who cared even for the littlest things in his life that were important for him?

"I miss this smile in your face," Hvitserk's thoughts were cut by a familiar sweetened voice he wasn't hearing in a while, and raising his eyes from the desert road he noticed what would be his harsher challenge of all: Margrethe was standing near a tree in the middle of his way, close to his house.

Sweet Margrethe...

His first love, the burning desire of his youth. His heart ached once again remembering the sadness of the day Ubbe chose to make her his wife and she accepted. The pain of not being able to question or ask for her since he was already betrothed to Y/N and how he hated that compromise that was now his most precious treasure.

She came closer. Her clothes weren't that bright now, denouncing the effects of divorcing his older brother were already coming down on her life. Yet, she had the same slow way to walk closer. Those eyes he once loved so bad were still sweet, yet full of sadness.

"You should be home, Margrethe," Hvitserk said, keeping his position.

Keeping himself from walking forward to cover the distance she didn't have walked towards him.

"It's late and people know already you're not my brother's wife anymore..."

"I chose wrong, didn't I?" she spoke with a doughy voice he knew so well.

Hvitserk's heart ached inside his chest.

It was easier when they were cruel towards you... It was easier when they weren't into his heart. But she... She was something more in his life and maybe the gods were testing him one last time. One more time...

Was he strong enough?

"I should've married you," she continued, lowering her head.

And Hvitserk felt the impulse to touch her chin and lift her face tickling his fist he clenched, holding back the tense arm. She wasn't his wife.

You were home waiting for him.

"I can see how you treat her... And I envy her. I chose wrong and now I can see my mistakes," she continued.

"I don't blame you, Margrethe. You made a choice with your heart, I believe. Things were what they had to be and I was fated anyway. Y/N and I were betrothed and nothing would've changed my father's decision. After all, she's a good woman and I'm happy now..." Hvitserk tried.

Seeing when she lifted her eyes full of tears to look at him.

"And I'm doomed," she meowed.

Crossing Hvitserk's heart with a thousand blades.

Ubbe never told them why he just gave up on the woman they loved when younger like that. He was a prince and could've taken Torvi as his second wife. Instead, he took distance from her, and within a month, he just said he wanted to divorce and leave Margrethe who had no say in his decision spoke with stone-cold words.

It was like all the love they've once shared for her had gone from Ubbe's heart at once and he didn't know why.

"I'm fated to loneliness and this despicable life... This is not fair!" she cried.

And for a second, Hvitserk thought he could hug her. He could take her as his second wife maybe. You...

But you had suffered so much...

"It was supposed to be me! Now Torvi stands by his side as if she didn't have sat beside a prince before, walking around as the future queen Ubbe will make of her as if I didn't have worked my whole life for the chance she stole from me!"

Margrethe's words cracked the glass of that scene for a moment and Hvitserk blinked twice, looking at her. He couldn't believe what he was hearing so, he let her speak, keeping the attention, giving her enough rope so she could feel safe to keep pouring her heart out.

"All because of her children... All men want her because she produces children like the soil produces trees! It's not my fault the gods kept me dry! I tried... I tried so hard! But Ubbe gave up on me like trash... And you're now with her as if you didn't hate the idea of getting married to that unknown foreigner and cursed this fate so many times between my arms. Come back, Hvitserk... Leave her and stay with me. I... I know my mistakes now. We can be happy again!" she said, walking towards him.

To what Hvitserk stepped back, covering the same distance she had walked but away from her.

"I have no reason to divorce Y/N like this..."

"Björn didn't have any reasons to divorce Torvi as he did. Yet, he did. You can do it too... Isn't Ubbe taking his brother's ex-wife to himself? You can stick your claim over me. I'll gladly accept you, Hvitserk! I know you're fated to great things too... We... We could be so happy together!"

Fated to great things...

Hvitserk blinked twice once again, seeing more and more cracks on Margrethe's mask. How many times did he saw her smiling beside Ubbe after saying he would one day become a great king and she would be queen by his side?

And before his brother had taken her for granted, how many times he had listened to her speaking about the great things all sons of his father were fated to? How lucky the women by their side would be?

"Or maybe you don't love me as you said before..." she said, looking at him with a glow of anger inside her eyes. "Did you lie to me too, Hvitserk? Is Sigurd like the three of you, Björn, Ubbe, and you?"

She would go for his little brother in case of his denial.

Hvitserk stood straight, chest stuffed by the deep breath he took, face frowned to speak with a harsh glare towards the woman he once thought it was the half of his soul.

"Fated to great things, Margrethe? All of us are. But if you want to know which one of us is the fool that will fall for your lies at this point in our lives, the answer is none. Cause not even Ivar with all the sadness of his lonely soul would fall for lovely words poisoned with greed like yours. You're not after love as I thought you were... You tried for our seeds to fill you with child and grant you the life of a queen you thought you would be when you accepted my brother's proposal," he spat.

And almost as if the gods were confirming his thoughts, Margrethe's lovely expression turned into anger and the mask fell once and for all, shattering the loving memories he had kept from her in a million of pieces: she was nothing but an opportunist and somehow, the gods had saved his older brother from that viper he was seeing changing form in front of his bare eyes as if she was Loki himself and his shapeshifting trickery.

"And is it such a bad thing for a woman who lived like me, prince of Kattegat?" she spoke harshly, no sign of the sweet woman Hvitserk had once fallen in love with. "I was a slave! You know nothing of slavery, son of Ragnar! You know nothing about how it is to be used as a dumpster by your masters, passed from hand to hand as if you were nothing but a doll to be used! Even after you got married to one of them, to keep being shared with his brothers like a toy for their entertainment, keeping these stupid games for your husband just to be thrown away by a better whore who can give him the little ones you weren't able to produce! Discharged by all the brothers who liked to fuck you just because they found themselves some cunts they now think are warmer than yours once were for them! What do you know about the life of a woman, Hvitserk? You can't judge me!"

The sound of the door of the cottage being opened froze Hvitserk on his place: Margrethe's altered voice called your attention and you came out through the door to watch that scene, instantly causing her to turn against you as if you were a moving target to her fury.

As soon as you stepped outside, she pointed her finger towards you, infuriated. Her face defaced in an expression of pure anger Hvitserk had never seen on the woman he used to see as the sweetest of his lovers.

"And for her... You're exchanging me and all these years we spent together for her! A woman you barely knew before you got married to! A creature you didn't even want or chose to get married to!"

"Stop it, Margrethe!" Hvitserk tried, standing between the two of you, trying to get Margrethe to shut up, fearing her words would destroy his whole progress as you walked closer to that sad scene.

"No! I won't shut up, you despicable prince! It's true! And if you lied to her then I'll save her from your lying fairytales! This is what your prince is, dear Y/N! A despicable man just like his brothers! Who fell tired of fucking me while you were home waiting for him! Who told you dozens of times he was drinking with his brother when he was indeed drinking from me in his brother's bed! Like his brother, he got tired of the pussy he fucked when younger and now he may be playing the good husband for you, but the truth is that I wasn't the only one he had in his bed before and after you were laid by his side with this ring on your finger that means nothing but a collar his father forced him to wear! They left me to the gods but I won't keep my mouth shut any longer! Cheater, that's what your prince is. A scoundrel, that's what Ubbe is! A liar, what Sigurd is, and his useless cripple brother after him! The great, great sons of Ragnar Loðbrók! Nothing but bastards, that's what they are!"

It was enough for him. Nervous, Hvitserk rose his hand to slap Margrethe's face and she shrunk waiting to experiment what she used to have long ago when she wasn't their slave.

But that slap never came.

In awe, she looked up to see your hand calmly holding Hvitserk's arm. Your touch soothing his angry frown as you stood in front of him, your back turned to her.

"No," you said and Hvitserk's heart sunk into his chest.

He couldn't exactly define if it was the shame of losing control like that or fear that you were defending Margrethe's words, but for a moment, he thought his whole efforts to walk that way towards your heart since the beginning were lost in her words.

Your fingers touched his face. A gentle caress he was getting used to receiving from your tender hands. And his heart ached more, imagining it was the last time he could be tasting that touch.

But your voice sounded calm, almost resigned.

"I know," you said, finally looking at her. "I know he got laid with you. And others. Many others. I know Hvitserk is a cheater and I know he gave around what was supposed to be mine only. I know of his treasons and all the many lies his mouth gave me."

Heavy words that enlarged Margrethe's eyes and shrunk Hvitserk's throat making it hard for him to swallow as you kept speaking.

"But I also know he's changed. And I know it not from his actions nor from the sweet words he started speaking into my ears, but from the stones you and the others started having into your hands whenever I'm around."

Hvitserk looked at you, surprised. Were they coming to you?

Why didn't you talk to him?

But you continued, eyes into Margrethe's full of a kind of security you'd never felt in front of her before.

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, Margrethe, but the anger in your eyes just tell me you're not my husband's ways out anymore. The fury of the words you all have been driving to me just vouch for his honesty and prove to me he has been denying what before would put that air of superiority I don't see in your eyes any longer. I have no reason to hate you, Margrethe, because I know Hvitserk was the one who chose to hurt our compromise by keeping his side relationships, living a life that wasn't his anymore. But I won't take from him what he has been doing to fix his mistakes nor how he has grown into a better man in my eyes. So, like the others, keep your words to yourself and leave. I chose to leave the past where it belongs along with all of you in my husband's life: in the past. Please, do not come back to my house anymore. I thank you for the honesty about my husband's crimes but I also expect you shall respect my decisions about it and leave."

If there wasn't a reason for Hvitserk to fall in love with you before, he would've fallen helplessly with you now.

The sweet princess with tender hands and beautiful smiles was also a strong woman, decided, who had just shown him she could have kicked his butt before, and if he had a chance to change and show himself a better man it was entirely her decision to offer this chance for him.

"I hope he cheats on you again... And one day you'll be like I am now! Exchanged and discharged as he lays with a thinner bitch in your bed!" Margrethe cursed.

But Hvitserk watched as his wife spoke calmly, dressed in the mantle of sureness and certain of her own place in his life - an assurance his actions had given to her and he knew it.

"Instead of cursing the other's lives, you should care about your own. It's late, it will be night soon. Find yourself a shelter instead of trying to invade mine. In other words, Margrethe, try to find your own fate instead of trying to insert yourself into mine. And may the gods bless your life, woman, as much as they've been blessing mine."

"I hate you!" Margrethe yelled, angrily out of herself. "I hate you for taking him from me! I hate you, and Torvi! And that bitch of Sigurd's girl as well! All of you! I hate you! I hate you!!" she kept yelling, walking away into the forest like a witch with all her curses.

Hvitserk then felt the heavy weight in his shoulders again. His eyes landed on Y/N as she sighed turning herself to start walking back into their house.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, causing her to stop and look at him. "I'm sorry for all the things you've been hearing, all the stones they've thrown on you, all the time they've looked at you from upon your head as if they were better than you are. I granted them this right and I gave them reasons to do what they do and for this, I'm truly sorry," he said, with all his heart.

But instead of looking at him with disappointment or anger, Hvitserk saw a smile in Y/N's face. one of those smiles he loved so bad and thought he would never see in her face once again.

"I know you are sorry, husband. You have been changing it every day and I know your feelings are real. Don't worry... As I say, I can handle their anger and their stones don't hurt me. They make me happy. Cause if they're frustrated and angry it means you're keeping yourself faithful. And I have nothing to fear anymore."

Hvitserk came closer, caressing her face gently. And her chubby cheeks became red that way he learned he liked the most. She smiled, touching his face that way he thought he would never feel again and his lips turned into a smile as well.

"You have nothing to fear, wife," he mumbled, touching their foreheads. "Cause I love you. I may have failed to notice how possible it was before. But now I know what my heart wants and it's you."

His words preceded his lips touching hers gently, getting her into a warm kiss that lasted as long as their breath could take.

And then, Hvitserk giggled noticing he had managed to get her whole face red and she was now looking like a beautiful ripe cherry, fully shy in front of him.

"The... Ribs... They're ready and..." she babbled and Hvitserk giggled, embracing her tighter, happy to have his arms full of her.

"I can barely wait!" he smiled.

And as she smiled back, Hvitserk felt maybe the gods were satisfied with his actions, because she was there, with him. The smiley girl he married to was back and he couldn't be happier to be blessed like that.

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FTM!JONATHAN X FTM!BILLY

T4T BYERGROVE

TW: NONCON / SOMNO / IMPLIED COERCION / DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / FEM LANGUAGE / IMPLIED STALKING / CREEP JONATHAN / MINOR SCENT KINK / IMPLIED ALCOHOLISM

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Jonathan’s never been normal. In anything really. He’s always been a freak.

Which is probably why he’s in Billy Hargrove’s room, looming over him.

It had been an accident, really, finding out.

He had watched him get undressed one evening, through his window, and awed as the blond spread his legs and played with a clit instead of a cock, flushing all the way down his chest. So muscular you wouldn’t notice the softest give to them.

Jonathan was jealous at first. He passed so well without sacrificing his comfort. Jonathan wore layers upon layers to pass, did jaw exercises in the mirror every morning, lowered his voice until it hurt and some days it just disappeared. Thankfully, he didn’t have to talk to a lot of people. Nobody wanted to talk to the Creep Byers.

He had never been popular enough for people to remember Joyce Byers had a daughter once instead of a son, and those who did and tried to talk, had been beat half to death by him.

His jealousy soon left as he watched Billy play with himself, lips parted and glistening between his thighs, rosy red and tan lines in the creases of his thighs.

Instead he was filled with desire. The sticky kind that usually left him feeling gross, unpleasant, but now he was burning with it. He had never wanted to touch someone so badly before. Not even himself.

Now he was in Billy’s room, crawling into his bed, the boy far off in dream land and only wearing his briefs and tank top on the hot night. His skin is slick with a layer of sweat and Jonathan drags his tongue along the skin of his collarbone. He has to bite back a moan, heat pooling molten into his groin.

He slowly slipped the briefs down Billy’s legs, admiring his leg hair and sturdy thighs. He’s put so much work into his appearance, and the evidence of it makes him want to photograph him, like he was trying to preserve the memory of a Greek statue that was sure to fall apart in the coming years.

Billy is gorgeous. His cunt is dark pink like his lips, but Jonathan knows how red it gets when played with. How it swells and leaks around Billy’s fingers.

Jonathan’s mouth is watering as he crawls between Billy’s legs and drags his tongue over his sex, breathing in the musk clinging to the trimmed dirty blond curls like a drowning man seeking air. It does the opposite, every breath dragging him further into the dark ocean until his lungs give out, until his brain shuts off and he’s lapping at the pretty cunt like a mutt.

Billy doesn’t stir, but he does shift, the softest noise escaping his parted lips, and he looks like an angel with his golden halo of curls and long lashes; fearsome and beautiful.

Jonathan suckled at the throbbing bud, eyes slipping shut as he dragged his tongue down between his folds to taste him properly. He’s slick, hot and thick on his tongue as he drinks it from the source, moaning lowly in the silence room. Billy’s legs are twitching beside his head and he pulls back to slip a finger inside, to feel how soft and loose he is from his arousal.

Billy wouldn’t accept Jonathan if he was awake, but his body was honest in his rest. It desires to be touched, to be loved and fucked like it deserves.

Jonathan’s own underwear is sticky and damp, near disgustingly so with the wetness seeps into the seam of his trousers. He’s been waiting for hours for Billy to doze off into his deepest hour of rest, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to his body, the ways he’d treat it right. Better than any man or woman could; because they wouldn’t understand, not like Jonathan would. Billy was brought to this shitty hick town by fate, just for him.

Someone who would understand.

He slipped another finger inside, face so hot it felt like it would create a heat induced mirage all on its own. Billy was leaking down his ass, staining the sheet, Jonathan’s fingers, and he couldn’t take it any longer.

He pulled his fingers out, doused in Billy’s arousal, and shoved it down his own pants to touch, to rub at the aching spot between his legs as he buried his face in his cunt. He licked hot, heavy stripes over his pussy, trying to collect every streak onto his tongue. He felt ravenous as he fucked his tongue into his hole, slurping lewdly and circling his clit with the tip of his tongue every few licks, watching with wonder as Billy’s stomach flexed, a pinch growing between the blonds brows.

He couldn’t stop now. Not when Billy was throbbing against his tongue, making the sweetest sounds in his sleep and Jonathan was drunk on the heady scent of his cunt.

He was so close it hurt, grinding, rutting into his hand, slipping his fingers between his own sopping folds. He was beyond aroused at the idea of any part of Billy being inside him. Mingling their fluids together, shoving them deep into his hot hole, was better than any daydream Jonathan could conjure up. They were one now, inside Jonathan.

Billy’s thighs shook, his chest falling and rising faster and faster as Jonathan sucked at his hard clit. He pinched his own between his fingers, rubbing and rubbing, stomach burning and tension growing with every flick of his tongue to Billy’s clit.

He groaned into his cunt as he got closer, closer, reaching that final obstacle, the painful tightening before it would exploded with pleasure—

Billy came. He felt it around his tongue, the clench, the shake, the rush of something hot and wet against his mouth. So intense in its release it almost went up his nose, pulling back with a gasp, licking his lips as his own orgasm slammed into him like a train, sprits of something hot filling his underwear, staining through his pants. It wasn’t nearly as messy as Billy’s own, a large wet patch beneath the trembling boy.

Billy was blearily opening his eyes now, sluggish and sweaty, and Jonathan pulled his hand from his pants, crawling up to cover his eyes.

“Wha…?”

He was still spread out, open, willing, and Jonathan couldn’t help slipping his fingers back into that molten heat, tighter now, flexing around the intrusion. Pushing his own clear cum into Billy’s silky cunt. His face was still dripping with Billy’s orgasm, his squirt, his own legs shaking from the force of his.

“Don’t…” He slurred. He was still fuzzy from the multiple cans strewn upon his room, the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table. He always drank copiously on Friday nights. It’s why Jonathan chose tonight.

“I won’t hurt you.” He dug his fingers in deeper and Billy’s lips parted in a soft moan. “I just want to make you feel good, Billy.”

“How’d you…” Know his name? Get inside? Make him cum so hard he squirted all over a strangers face and could barely feel his legs?

He shushed him quietly, pumping his fingers. Watching the way Billy’s body responded to the stimulation.

“Let me love you like no one else could.”

Because no one would understand like he did. He wouldn’t let anyone else learn to.

No one could have Billy.

No one but him.