#i don't wanna tag n sfw because then tumblr will fuck me up

[shuckinbeanz]

warnings/notes: Tumblr decided to post this incomplete so I had to finagle it lmfao kudos to Google lens for copying the majority of this and saving me some grief. n don worry ur secrets w me nonny! 🥰 N E WAYZ 🥵 NSFW, I'm gonna say y'all are married here, Daddy kink, chubby gn reader, stretchmarks, squirting+overstim, standing full nelson, breeding kink if u squint, reader can get pregnant, Kats is so mean to you ab your insecurities (in a good way i promise) so degradation, dirty talk, teensy bit of thigh worship(partly me indulging myself bc i have thicc ones), some orgasm denial, praise kink with a little bit of humiliation kink if u squint, biting? soft nibbling more like, n mirror sex. Told in his POV kinda bc who doesn't love a King who's head over heels for his s/o--it gets wonky at some point im sorry 😭

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Tags: @dynamightsdaydream

You were doing it again. Prodding at the dips of your stretch marks morosely. And quite frankly it was pissing him off. He knew that look from ten miles away. He knew what your deep sigh meant, and he'd be damned if you do it again. Having enough of glaring daggers your way because you stubbornly kept your current mindset-one insecurity after the other-he resorted to picking you up, princess style.

"Kats!" you gasp, your rambling about how heavy you were going in one ear and out the other as he carried you straight to the bedroom with one thing on his mind; dealing with your insecurities the best way he knows how, by fucking them out of you.

"I'm a Pro, sweetheart. Carrying ten of ya is an everyday thing for me, so nice try, dumbass." he throws you onto the comforters, making you squeal in surprise.

You huff and squint at him as you sit upright, glaring your cute little glare as he readies the mirror. "What are you doing?" you finally ask, offended he brought you into its reflection to the point of near tears. "I'm huge," you start as he makes the strides towards you, "I'm ugly, I don't wanna see m'smff--" cutting you off by firmly planting his palm under your chin and squishing your pretty cheeks. Your pretty hues go wide, your pupils dilating at his stern look, a flush painting your features.

You were gonna get punished.

"We'll see how long you keep this up. Stop being a fuckin' brat." he gives you a meaningful squeeze before releasing you. "Now strip." he commands, and you shake your head before opening your mouth to speak.

"Strip, or that's another one to the dumpster." he seethes, eyeing what you wore as he settled beside you. You wisely clamp your mouth shut, immediately springing into action, knowing his habit of ripping your favorite clothes to shreds. While the money he makes can fill your closet with new ones, you preferred the ones you've worn down.  "Not so hard, now, is it, sweetheart?" he rasps warmly, a stark contrast to his earlier demeanor. "Now, c'mere." he coos, beckoning you over when you've removed the last article of clothing, and you disobediently stay where you are. "Don't make Daddy say it twice, toots." he warns you, making your breath hitch as you squirm in place.

Katsuki is a patient man for his spouse. After several moments you eventually begin to cave, and you inch towards him. He pats his lap, watching you fiddle with your fingers apprehensively. "What did I say?" a growl escapes him, and you begin to stutter, your beautiful face much more lurid in hue; of embarrassment, shame, and arousal.

"Y-Yes, Daddy..." a meek affirmation escapes you as you turn around and hesitantly take your seat, gasping as he all but grabs them plump, pretty hips, and pulls them down onto his lap.

He purrs in satisfaction, his large hands engulfing your plush thighs. "There we go. Atta sweetheart." he praises, groping and massaging them. "I wouldn't've married ya if I didn't like everything you had to offer." he starts. "You know me, sweetheart, yeah?" giving them a particularly firm squeeze. "Yeah?" he repeats firmly when you hesitate, his voice making you nod.

"The juicier, the better." he says, pressing them together. "Press these babies t'gether after a li'l TLC, makes a mighty fine cocksleeve. Nice and slippery, drives me up the wall every damn time, never fuckin' fails." he rasps in your ear, making you squirm. "And here?" he lifts one of his hands to grope your stomach, making you jolt. "Here, I stake my fuckin' claim." "Kats--" "Would prefer t'do it inside, turn you into my pretty li'l cumdump, keep you stuffed full of my kids." he interrupts you, thumbing up your inner thigh, stopping just short of your sex.

He revels in your whimper, in the flush that grew to the tips of your ears and down your neck, creeping towards your shoulders. "Can turn 'em info earmuffs, too." he squeezes your thigh, the hand on your stomach traveling up to fondle your chest.

"These here are just the cherry on top, sweetheart." he says, flicking one of your nipples, making you gasp. He scoots back, holding onto you to keep you in his lap. "See that mirror? I'll have ya yellin' how pretty you are by the end of this, and that's a fuckin' promise. Daddy doesn't go back on his promises." he tells you as he manhandles you into a more comfortable position with ease, paying special attention to groping at your tummy and thighs-the areas you were most insecure about.

He'd have those thoughts long gone before he's done with you, your pretty little head filled only with him.

He takes your hands, first guiding them to your plump pretty rolls. "Remember what I tell ya?" he asks, as he guides your hands lovingly across your body. Incoherent sounds escape you, and he hums encouragingly. "Little louder, toots." he tells you. You're silent for several moments, shyly speaking up.

"...like cinnamon rolls..." your voice comes out small as you lift your gaze to yours and his reflection in the mirror, cheeks painted the prettiest color. "Mmhm, and?" he rasps coaxingly in your ear.

"Y'could...gobble 'em up..." you go redder as his crimson eyes meet yours in the reflection, your own hues darting downward. "Damn right." he chuckles, giving a playful nibble to your neck, eliciting a soft gasp and shudder from you. "Can't convince me that's not what those bastards are fantasizin' when they stare at'cha a little bit too fuckin' long. Really pisses me off." he growls, "I like watchin' 'em bounce, too. They're for my eyes, only, yeah?" he tells you.

It was true. The hungry gazes you'd get from thirsty passerby was far from being a rarity or occasional, not that you didn't like it though. Your guard dog of a husband's protectiveness always did set a fire in your belly.

"And these?" he inquires, his large hands moving to your thighs, guiding them apart-but you stubbornly keep quiet. He bends, chuckling darkly. "Take your time, baby." he tells you, mouthing at your neck, his crimson hues dark and knowing. You try to avert your gaze, but one of his big calloused hands grips your chin, making you look back at the reflection, his other toying with your pulsing sex.

You wouldn't be able to keep it up much longer.

"Earmuffs..." you mumble shyly, trying to remember through the haze. "Th'juicier--th'better--" you gasp, unable to keep from squirming anymore as his finger teases your entrance. "Mhmm, and?" he encourages you, his voice husky in your ear.

"Ahh--oohh, Daddy, m'sorry--" you barely contain your moans, wriggling your hips a little, wanting nothing more than those thick fingers to fill you up.

“Don't be.” he tells you, his voice clear through the pulsing heat, “Don't be, baby.” he soothes. “From the crown of your head, down to your pretty little toes. Every fuckin’ inch, gorgeous.” he tells you, inserting one finger.

“Ya like t’keep spoutin’ nonsense, about perfection, about who's deservin’ of what.” in goes another as he continues-really, he’s too perfect for you-curling his fingers only just a tad, not quite enough to quell the fire.

“This whole damn planet don't deserve you.” he moves his hand, fingers pulling out in a slow drag, curled up against your spongy spots, “You know damn well y'can't convince me otherwise, sweets.” he whispers in your ear. You moan at the sudden onslaught; large calloused fingers pumping in and out of your heat at a dizzying pace, his palm rubbing against your sex deliciously.

You find rhythm with him, bringing your hips up for more, wantonly humping his hand. It's not long before your husband's skillful fingers are coated with your slick, and your teetering on the brink of orgasm.

He knew exactly how to drive you crazy. His voice in your ear, the strong grip he had on your chin. His skillful fingers bringing you up, and up, and up-only to suddenly stop.

You whine and squirm, reaching down to get that high, only for your hands to be swat away, his large palm covering your pulsing heat. "What'd I say, baby?" he pants in your ear, voice husky. He was clearly enjoying this. You could feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants, pressing up against the meat of your ass.

And if you were going to be honest, you were enjoying this, too.

"Daaaddddyyy~" you whine, high pitched and desperate, closing your legs. "Nuh-uh." he grunts, pulling one of your legs in the hook of his elbow. "What'd I say, toots?" he asks again.

"I'm big, an' ug-ghoooh!~" you try, with a hint of squirmy sass, quickly cut off by his fingers plunging into your needy heat again. "Nope. Wrong answer." he growls.

You keen his name, legs trembling as he ravages your spongy bits, knuckle deep. He slows to a drag just as you're about to reach your high. "Last time, what'd I say...?" he rasps in your ear. You squirm and hump his hand as best you can, face hot and head fogging over, frustrated tears starting to prick your eyes.

Adamantly, you try to shake your head with him holding your chin, squeezing your eyes shut so you wouldn't have to look at yourself in the mirror anymore.

Because he's convinced you, like all other times. You're perfect. At this point, you were only being stubborn, but you refused to admit it easily.

The moment his fingers leave your heat, though; all that crumbles. "Nooo!~" you release a high pitched whine. It crashes and burns, your sweet, sweet release seeming even further away.

" 'm pretty! 'm hot! 'm sexy, I--" your voice cuts off as he eases his thick fingers back in, where you needed them most. "What else, toots?" he asks, voice husky. "Got sexy curves!~ Thick n' warm n' jiggly!~ Oohh, yes, Daddy please, right there!~" you keen as his skillful fingers pick up the pace, scissoring you open. "Keep going." he commands you.

" 'm thighs!~ Stretchmarks, too, they--they look, oh fuck, Daddy, Daddy, 'm coming!~" you squirt all over his palm, shaking your hips against his hand as best you could, riding your high.

You go completely limp against him, panting harshly. Slowly, sensually, you feel that same hand travel around the curve of your ass and up your thigh.

When you feel him reach behind you, between your bodies, and pull down his sweats, you can't help the pleasant shudder that escapes you.

"Daddy, 'm legs're jelly, I can't--" you try weakly, but he shushes you. "There's positions for that, sweetheart." he pants softly in your ear as he manhandles you into position to take his throbbing, red-hot cock.

Your toes curl in delight at the stretch, his cock all but filling you up. He pulls you into a full nelson, "Daaadddyyyyyy!~" you squeal in surprise when he stands, impaling you just right, making your hole gush.

"Didn't tell ya t'stop, did I?" his hisses hotly in your ear. "Nhooh~" you moan. "Touch yourself." he commands, and this time, he doesn't have to tell you twice; you snake your hand in front of you and start stroking. "Wanna hear your pretty voice, c'mon." he grunts, his strong arms keeping you fully secure as he proceeds to use you like a pocket pussy.

"Dad~dy~ I'm!~"

You sing hot praise to yourself in the mirror, getting lost in your own little world as your husband bounces you on his fat cock, encouraged by his lewd praises. This goes on until you're fucked stupid-until he's made you cum at least twice all over the mirror.

Only then would he have mercy, cleaning you up and tucking you in.

The next time you'd wake up, he'd already have your favorites prepared. Really, he's such the perfect husband for you. <3

[kinkymagnus]

i see all the public sex posts and i raise u..... actual exhibitionism? like. sometimes pandemonium will have Theme Nights ok and on these nights its allowed and. alec just. fucking magnus on that couch he was sitting in on the first episode, so visible to everyone, magnus moaning and loving the attention and alec being smug as FUCK because he knows everyone wishes they were him right now. and alec praising him and telling him how pretty everyone thinks he looks. just. isueuehdjdnd

👀👀👀👀👀 

look i actually LOVE exhibitionism. i don’t like “getting caught” or like public sex where people stumble in on them, but like. when it’s totally intentional in a safe environment designed for that? such as a sex club? now THAT is good shit.

and SPECIFICALLY on that couch. that couch that magnus lounges on like it’s a goddamn throne, looking powerful and badass, the king of pandemonium’s throne, and now here he is sprawled out on it getting fucked and owned, getting just publically used. 

also, i’d like to point out by used i don’t mean like, literally, but. you know in the fun good sexy way ;) 

ANYWAY. magnus being fucked on that couch? putting on a show??? like?? he’s got to be loud so people can hear him ;) which is no problem for him because magnus is a screamer.

just. on full display. everyone in the club can pretty much see him from this vantage point, although he isn’t the only show being put on. but it’s a pretty rare sight to the see the owner of the club, the powerful magnus bane, being fucked senseless on his own throne. 

after all, he attended these nights, but he rarely participated. mostly he watched and oversaw the shows and made sure everything was running smoothly and everyone was safe. really, security and other staff had it under control, but he liked to make sure everything was okay. 

he rarely participated, and even then, usually not much–he might pleasure a sub, or give someone a blowjob or a handjob, he might help with someone else’s aftercare because he’s a fucking sweetheart like that, but he didn’t–magnus bane did not get fucked. not in pandemonium. no one tamed the king.

you know, until now.

and people were shocked his first time doing this–(and magnus was hella nervous, and it showed a little) and there he was with this big shadowhunter, who everyone was kind of wary of. but alec isn’t a dick, he doesn’t shame anyone or even really look at the other shows. he only has eyes for magnus. and people were kind of wary that he wasn’t treating their magnus right, but anyone who goes to pandemonium on those theme nights knows quite well that alec lightwood is in love with magnus, and that he treats him like a prince. or a king. except, you know, the bowing down part. it’s very obvious that no matter how rough or kinky they might get (one night magnus is tied down and spread open and no matter how rough and deep the shadowhunter’s thrusts get he’s always taking care of him, kissing him gently, checking in on him) he’s lowkey making love to magnus the whole time.

and magnus just. really fucking enjoys all the praise and attention (let’s not talk about how starved of positive attention/touch and praise he is right now ahaha) and being at the center of that, being like, vulnerable and exposed but safe in alec’s arms, being completely naked in front of so many people but they’re all ADMIRING him and WANTING him, he’s desirable and attractive and wanted, he’s a good boy, he’s doing a good job… 

and he also enjoys the light embarrassment that comes with it, he’s naked and being fucked and everyone can see him and yet it only makes him shiver with arousal, and he knows he’s safe and this isn’t a place of judgement and that alec is here with him and it’s so hard to feel scared or nervous when alec has his arms around him and is looking at him with those warm eyes… 

not to mention the power dynamics aspect, the loss of control–this is a place he’s usually completely in charge, and yet here alec is, flipping the script and dominating him and taking away that control and it feels so good, to not be in charge, to be taken care of and dominated and told what to do. (alec ordering magnus to take his clothes off and spread his legs and he DOES it and the crowd is just watching, half of them probably already with a hand in their pants, because HOLY SHIT, magnus bane, most powerful man in the city, is just doing as he says lkfghjfhg)

and like. this is something he would not do for just anyone. he would not do this with any old dom. 

i would say he maybe did it with camille, probably a long time ago in some brothel in france or something illicit and black market, and she manipulated him and hurt him and even humiliated him, possibly took money and made him feel used (ACTUALLY used, not the pleasurable safe used that alec makes him feel) and hurt.

and she’d been the only one he’d trusted enough to do that with, so when he eventually decides to do it with alec, it’s a pretty big step. but it’s something he had genuinely wanted and genuinely enjoyed the idea of, even though camille had ruined it for him for a while. but alec makes it so much better and so good because he actually trusts alec and he doesn’t feel humiliated, he doesn’t feel like alec is making a show out of hurting him or embarrassing him. instead, he feels fucking worshiped, like a goddess (i know i should say god but there are somehow different connotations here? which i suppose is just the super heteronormative western society talking but really it does feel different? i don’t know you get the idea) being admired, being adored. and it feels so good. it’s kind of weird but it’s so hot and heady that it’s worth the slight embarrassment, the strange feeling of vulnerability. it’s totally worth it.

and alec? alec is smug. alec is so fucking smug. this is his powerful prince of hell and his alone. only he gets to fuck magnus, only he gets to touch him and make him cum on his cock. only he gets to pin magnus to his own damn throne and slide into him and make him beg. 

all those people are jealous as fuck, but what can they do? magnus is taken and off the market–for good, now. the closest they’re gonna get is watching alec fuck him senseless, watching that sexy as fuck body react to being taken so roughly and thoroughly. and maybe if they’re lucky and alec is in a good mood and wants to share and magnus feels like it, a blowjob. maybe. maybe.

(although i could totally talk about malec + sex clubs + involving another person or even a few people fucking magnus as well. but. that’s another post, this one is already long lfgkhfgh)  

plus there is something to be said about sex club fics in general. for example, cockwarming. alec just sitting (possibly on magnus’s couch-throne) and casually ordering magnus to kneel between his legs and there’s magnus, kneeling before his usual throne, mouth full of alec’s dick. 

an YWAY  i love this and i have like three aus involving this shit in my drafts and WOW this post is so long i think i like this more than i thought i did