#lube punk

[xxi0naxx]

thanks boys 🖤

@falloutboy

[thatdykepunkslut]

Dyke who only knows how to dance to punk music goes to local goth night. Casualty reports are still filing in. Had a fuckin great time tho

[taurder]

Taur hear me out. Ok hobie/spider punk said he doesn't believe in consistency, how about dom male reader who keep changing the thrust from violently fast to painfully slow? And hobie doesnt belive in labels. So dom male reader feminised him. - 🐗 anon-

top!dom!reader x sub!hobie brown.

contains: feminization, edging, hobie wearing eyeliner, begging, anal, dirty talk.

note: i fucking love edging and overtism stuff, i adore your ideas sm don't ever stop sending them.

"no, no, not again! please!" hobie whined loudly, eyes opening again as your hips suddenly stopped smacking against his ass. he was up in the bed with his legs spread open, one of them hooked in your shoulder and the other hanging at the edge of the mattress, his body slightly turned to a side and his arms secured behind his back. "keep going, luv..." you cut his pleading by sliding painfully slow out of his abused and generously lubed hole, taking another whine out of his mouth.

this had been going on for a while, and just by seeing the state in which he was one could tell. his chest was going up and down rapidly, and his face showed how much he was struggling. a few tears have been going down his temples and adding that to the way he had been grinding his face into the sheets from time to time it had messed up his eyeliner. there were stains of the black make-up in the bed as well, but in your eyes his face looked delightful like this.

"i just want to take my time with my girl" you started thrusting back in, slow, allowing him to feel every inch of your cock that entered his body. he moaned, throwing his head up and arching his lower back. "that's it, let me fill your pussy" his dick spurted more pre cum somehow even if it was already shiny with plenty, throbbing painfully hard for the lack of attention. he had been close for a while now.

you pushed until your ballsack was right against his ass, and you could hear his whimpers along with his pleading words asking for more. you repeated the process three more times, getting completely out, barely letting your tip touch his greedy hole before thrusting home once again, taking your time and enjoying watching him shiver and beg. "i can't– i don't– fuckfuckfuck!" he cried out as soon as you changed your pace without warning, fucking him fast while holding his hips, watching his eyes go up and his dick bounce with the force of your thrusts.

the sounds the fast fucking made were your favorite, plus the constant moaning of your name. you were insulted and thanked in the same half choked sentence more than once. "cumming, i'm gonna cum so hard agghhh–mmghh" you stopped again, right inside of him as he once again pressed half his face into the sheets, cursing out as his dick just let out another amout of pre. "you're taking the piss on me" he looked at you with wet eyes, eyeliner beyond ruined and mouth fresh with some saliva on it.

you leaned down, forcing his leg to go up, showing you how flexible he was as you pressed a kiss in his mouth, simple but loving, and even if he was a little pissed he returned it, earning movement from you again. in this new position you started fucking him, deep, right into his prostate and feeling between both your stomachs his wet dick. "i thought you would like this" you murmured, feeling how he exhaled. "you don't like consistency, do you? so i'm doing exactly the opposite of that, baby girl"

he moaned into your mouth for the nickname, moving to meet your thrusts that were starting to go a bit faster. "i'm sorry i ruined your make-up in the process, but you still look handsome like this" you reached between your bodies wih your hand, pressing his length against his own belly, making sure he could also feel the bulge your cock made in him. "you feel me? i love being this deep into you" hobie mumbled your name, pleading to be able to cum.

"i know, i know. you can wait a little more, right? i want to mess you up more" you stopped to let him think, watching his eyes blink to gain a little more consciousness, breathing a few seconds and moaning when he could feel your dick twitching inside of him. he nodded and whispered a confirmation and it was all you needed to resume your vicious thrusting.

he was so good to you, loud and compliant even if he cursed your name every time you changed your pacing, his heart fluttering every time you praised his looks, calling him gorgeous, pretty; describing how greedy his ass was, how full of your seed his cunt was going to be. he loved every time your mouth would spit any kind of filth, and when he finally came his vision went white, body going slack in exhaustion as he yelled your name one final time.

you cleaned him properly after several minutes of letting him relax and come to his senses and he didn't help you out in the slightest. "i'm absolutely knackered, you did this so you clean it up" he had mumbled out, eyes closed and a satisfied grin in his face when you teased him about it. you didn't argue, but you did laugh softly when mid cleaning you hear him snore.

[eustasskidagenda]

Hi, I dunno if it's the case or not, but maybe u have some pegging HCs for Sanji, Kidd, Law & Ace, I'm so obsessed with this kink orz. Tyyy! Anon or not, I don't mind.

Hello! I must admit it was quite challenging to write this, because I never thought about how they would act in this situation. I tried not to detail that much for Kid bc I also have to write an OS with Kid+pegging and I'll develop more of my thoughts in this fic. Anyway, I hope the result will match your expectations, thank you for requesting. ☆

☆Pegging HCs for Sanji, Kid, Law & Ace

CW : g/n reader, MDNI, smut, pegging, Kid is cursing obviously, oral sex (Sanji receiving), rough sex, gentle sex, hair pulling, rimming (Sanji, Law receiving) , fingering (Sanji , Law,  Ace, receiving), slight dirty talk, praises. Let me know if I forgot something

WC : 1,9k

Sanji

Well, it's Sanji we're talking about. As long as you don't ask him a threesome with Zoro or to inflict you any kind of pain, he's willing to try and do everything for the sake of making you smile. He doesn't care about what people think and say.

Please, don't go for the biggest size, he has never done that before. He will choose it with you, just to make sure it’s the perfect size. He's likely a little agitated because he's a huge soft boy, but it's fine, he trusts you. 

"Are you sure the door is locked?" 

There's no way for him to be caught.

Sanji is fond of holding your hands, kissing you softly, and looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes, even when he's rough. He expects you to do the same. Take your time to explore his entire body. Kiss his neck, run your fingers through his hair, feel the softness of his hair, and squish on his nipples. That's what causes shivers to run down his spine.

Prepare yourself to hear the most delightful moans and whines when you begin to stroke his cock while rimming and fingering his hole. Sanji is a whiny mess; he just can't control how good it actually feels. His cock is hard, almost painfully hard as he praises you for the good job you're doing. 

If you ask him, he prefers to see your face and eyes, but if you want, he doesn't mind being on all fours or whatever. 

Please let him rest on his back, with his beautiful, strong legs wrapped around your waist. He will ask you to hold his hand, fingers tightly entwined as you start to push the dildo  covered of lube inside him. Imagine him moaning loudly with completely red cheeks as he indulges in a whole world of new sensations. It feels so good, he can't help but start begging for more, harder, and faster. The feeling of your skin against his, your wet kisses, gentle touch, and firm grip on his legs or hips is too much for this poor man. "Plus fort, je t'en prie." (Harder, please) Will come fast and hard.

During the aftercare, you have to keep him back from running into the kitchen to cook something for you. Just hold him tightly and hug/praise him for how good he was. He needs reassurance and to make sure you had a good time too.

And then, he'll run into the kitchen anyway.

Kid

Kid is not against pegging. He's being portrayed as a punk, and punks like nonconformism. So maybe the society is not really open-minded about pegging, but Kid doesn't give a damn. If he wants to do something, then he'll do it. He doesn't believe in gender roles. 

However, Kid cares way too much about his reputation and he knows it could ruin all his notoriety, so he really has to trust you to let you peg him. It will only happen after a certain time in your relationship because Kid is slow to both open-up and offer his trust: he has been betrayed so many times, he's just unable to take his guard off immediately.

You better take the bigger size, he's not a pussy. If you try to choose a normal or less size, he's so pissed off. "You really think I can't take it? Ugh, fuck off, I won’t do it."

It doesn't matter if you're pegging him: he's still the same stubborn hot-headed mess. If you give him an order, he'll get mad. You should use your hands to gently guide him if you need him to spread his legs or roll onto his stomach because words won't work. Like "Kid, please spread your legs" And his only answer is an angry scowl and low grunt. But if you use your hands then… he’ll comply.

And let's say the view is quite interesting, because Kid is named Eust-ass for a reason. His booty is incredibly juicy. It's a gift to see his beautiful body being offered to you. He probably prefers lying on his back because he rarely uses his robotic limb in bed. It's easier to stay still or just breathe if he can remain on his back.

"Ugh, I don't need lube, nor rimming, nor fingering, I'm not a wimp"

He’s a liar. Please use lube.

Kid is the king of low grunts, growls, and shaky breath whenever he fucks you. If you peg him, if it feels too good, maybe you'll hear him moaning. Moans that are really low and husky.  Do not dare make a comment about his moans, or you'll never hear them again.

He likes rough sex, so go ahead and bite him or pull on his hair. He will secretly enjoy it. As he loves leaving marks on your body, he also likes when you do the same. But do not dare to humiliate him by calling him a good pet, slut, or whatever because it is not okay in his book. No one can humiliate him and if you try, the mood is just ruined. Do not try to control his orgasm or whatever. His only answer would be to show you his manicured middle finger.

If you start to praise him for how amazing his ass is or how well he's taking you, he gets totally flustered. If he's lying on his back with his hair spread out around the pillow, you can take a look at his red cheeks in embarrassment. "Shut up."

When he's all flustered and flushed, he's so cute. He's just not used to being praised, so he doesn't know how to react.

Regardless, rest assured that he will enjoy every second of this moment. He feels nervous at the end because he can't help but overthink the idea of being betrayed. Just reassure him and he'll let you rest your head on his chest.

And sure, he'll make sure to fuck you hard later. Whatever you give it to him, he will give it to you harder.

Law

Well, Law is a little more complicated. Sure, he's not totally against the whole idea, but as Kid, he's really slow to open up, and winning his trust is not an easy task. Of course, he knows where his prostate is. He's not stupid and is perfectly aware of how the anatomy works. He's literally a doctor. But that doesn't change the fact that he's aloof and distrustful. 

The first time you talk about your fantasies of pegging him, it's too sudden and off guard, so the answer is automatically "no." He can't take a decision without taking some time to think about it. After that, he becomes somewhat suspicious. To take things slowly is the best thing you can do. Don't rush him or he won't accept.

The idea will slowly but surely make its way through his mind. Of course, you don't know what's going on in his mind. 

(If you wanna know : he's searching for the perfect dildo without telling you anything.)

One day, you're in bed together and he suddenly shows you the dildo he bought. "Hey, y/n-ya, do you still want to try this thing called pegging?" 

He is secretly hoping that you forget about your fantasies.

When you say 'yes', he thinks he's totally doomed, but it's fine. He's willing to at least try. 

Law is completely flustered if you ask him to lay on his back. He will always turn his head to avoid crossing your gaze. Imagine him with soft red cheeks. And if he is on his stomach or on all fours, maybe he will feel a little more comfortable and relaxed because you can't see his reactions. Despite this, he's also nervous because he's unable to closely observe what you're doing. And this man is so stressed, he likes to have the control all the time. 

"Don't forget the lube y/n-ya.", "you know, even if it's a toy, you have to put a condom on" He can't help but guide you. He must feel in control even in this situation, otherwise, he will overthink and you will never be able to enter even one finger inside him.

Ho honestly wants to 'room, shambles' and disappear while you trace his tattoos with your fingers, pinch his nipples, and leave a trail of hot kiss along his happy trail. Law is always tensed and stressed, so he needs a lot of gentle touch to relax enough. The best thing you can do for him is to suck his cock while fingering him, or even rimming. He's so embarrassed, but it feels good. He can't lie.

When you finally enter him, he doesn't moan or grow, he's all about low, deep, husky breaths. It feels good, the toy is hitting his g-spot with each thrust. The moment you glance at him, he wants to bury his head under the pillow. His hair is messy and he is beautiful, with his eyes flashing of both annoyance and pleasure. 

"Does it feel good to be fucked in the ass?" 

Law.exe has ceased to function.

He's going to end up with his legs wrapped around your waist, pressing his feet against your back to force you to move faster and harder. You can sense his legs shaking with pleasure. If you play with his nipples or stroke his cock, it's over, he won't hold back.

Again, he's so embarrassed with his belly covered in his own semen. He just wants to disappear. And he would never admit he loved every single one from this moment. 

If you want to peg him again, you'll have to take the initiative. 

"Ugh fine, y/n-ya, we can do it again." He'll pretend to be doing a great favor to you (he's a great actor).

Ace

Ace, like Sanji, is willing to try almost anything for you because he's a sweetheart. Actually, the only problem is that he doesn't know what 'pegging' means. His first reaction is to ask Marco what it means, as he doesn't want to look foolish in front of you. As soon as he knows, well... 

"Hey y/n, you want to peg me?" Out of nowhere, in the middle of the dinner. He's impulsive, he can't keep his thoughts to himself, so hey, deal with it.

No matter what you ask, he will do it. But don't choose the biggest size because poor Ace can't figure out how something that big could fit inside his body.

Ace is playful, so what's going to happen is not a big deal for him. He wants to laugh with you while you put your strap on, and will make random comments while you thrust your fingers in and out his ass. "Remember when I burst into flames the first time we fucked? Hope it won't again."

Damn, you hope as well.

He's a cutie with his freckled cheeks completely red.

As your figure looms over his body, he can't help but think you're absolutely beautiful. He feels so lucky to have you by his side and to feel comfortable with you. How could a good thing happen to him? He is not worthy of you. His eyes are filled with pure admiration and love for you. And a spark of amusement, obviously.

Loud moans, he doesn't care if he's being noisy. Hair is totally messy on the pillow. Shaking legs and shaky breaths.

His voice is beautiful and soft as he moans.

If you give it to him harder, his cock will remain painfully hard.

Of course, he is capable of controlling his DF, but the sensations are too unfamiliar and overwhelming." Whoops, I burned the bedsheets" with a cute laugh. That was your favorite bedsheet, but you can't be mad at him, he's so adorable.

Will ask you the permission to cum because he's a good boy. 

And totally willing to be pegged again. 

Ace's goofiness will make Marco know everything. "Marco, I did this thing called 'pegging' and it's amazing. Have you already given this a shot? You should try!"

Poor Marco, leave him alone, he cares about his privacy.

[thelurchinghound]

hiii i dunno if id be first request or if u even take them im so sorry if u dont !!! but i was wondering maybe something yandere non con smut? x human male reader !! kink wise maybe somnophilia, knife play, blood? thank u for reading this, have a nice day/night <33

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Gender: Male reader

Kinks/Warning(s): Non-con, somnophilia, knifeplay, blood, drugging.

A/N: Grrrr I love somnophilia. Didn't know if you wanted a monster yandere so I just made it with my yandere slasher oc who has monster traits but its not really mentioned in this fic. This is a really old request that I got 70% done but then forgot about it.

Oc(s) used: Elias (Killer/Slasher) | Words: 701 | Proofread? No | NSFW |

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Elias had been observing you for a while now. He was always watching but never acting on his impulses, and fuck did he have a lot of them. How badly Elias desires to see you gagging on his cock, your tears staining your cheeks, his name carved into your thigh. He had even gifted you a stuffed plush of your favorite animal, a camera in its eye to watch over you. 

He had kept his patience for so long, but then you took that fucking stupid punk home. It drove him up the wall. Literally, Elias climbed up your house and into your room through your window. How stupid were you, doll, to leave your window unlocked? Oh well, it just makes it more uncomplicated for him. It was almost like you wanted this. You took that spiked drink without any thought. He thinks to himself.

Elias quietly slinks through your room, mindful not to knock anything over. His cock was already bulging in his pants, just as enthusiastic as he was. Stalking up to you with a broad grin, his gloved hand skimming your cheek. "Hey there, doll." He whispers to you, his slender body shifting to straddle your own. Fuck, he wanted to tear off all your clothes right then and there but no. He had to be patient. "You're so fucking stunning when you sleep," Elias mutters softly, his gloved hands gingerly working down your unconscious form. Black gooey tendrils slither from under his shirt, reaching out towards you. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."

He used his knife to cut through your shirt to expose your bare chest. The blade cuts your skin a little. Elias trails his lips down from the nape of your neck to the hem of your pants, lapping at any driblets of blood that well up from the thin cuts. His hot tongue rubs up against your perky nipple, his tongue piercing a stark difference to it. He could feel his cock getting more erect at the thought of you under him now. So pure, so innocent, unknowing of what was happening to you. 

Elias wastes no time pulling down your pants. I've waited long enough. He thinks to himself, his hands trembling while pulling down your underwear. Those tendrils of his wrapping around your legs, spreading them out for him. God, you look so beautiful. 

He takes his time prepping you. The killer wasn't that stupid. It's not like he wanted to hurt you too much. He just wanted to make you his own. His gloved hands ran over your body once he got done prepping you, wiping off the lube he used on his pants. Elias fumbled around his pants pocket to grab a condom he had brought. 

He unzips his jeans, pulls his cock out, and slips the protection on him. Once he gets himself situated, he starts to push into your tight ass. Soft groans leave him with each inch he forces into you. "Fuck, there we go. Just let me in, doll."

The black drooping tendrils slither up your thighs more, tightening around like snake coils. The tendrils hold your legs up higher for Elias as he starts thrusting harshly in you. Soft grumbles leave the killer. Elias was finally getting his prize. He had killed so much competition to get here. Many other guys think they could steal you away from him. No. You were his from the start, from the second his eyes laid on you.

His thrust starts to get harder and deeper, balls slapping against you with each movement he makes. Gloved hands gripping your hips, squeezing the supple skin there, the grip would surely leave bruises afterward. Elias starts to get sloppy, leaving small kisses along your neck and collarbone. But just marking you with his mouth wasn't enough. He wanted something more permanent. 

After finally finishing inside you, filling up the condom with his cum he grabs his knife. His tendrils helped move you around so he could carve his name into your flesh. The cold metal of the blade slices your skin in harsh swipes. "Don't worry, baby. I won't let anyone else harm you. Only me."

[prettybrownelf]

Hello, if you're taking requests, I'd love something with bottom Bucky dating a goth male reader! Maybe Bucky has an undercover mission at a punk bar and gets a makeover by his bf but the latter can't resist having a little fun with his punked out super soldier before letting him go (Long haired Bucky please) thank you!

a/n- I hope you enjoy!

Smudged Corpse Paint

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Parings- Bucky x Goth! Male! Reader

Summary- You and Bucky have a quickie before he has to go undercover at a punk bar

Word Count- 849

Content Warnings- Bottom Bucky, Top Reader, Pet Names, Name Calling, Slight Degradation, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Slight Overstim

“Do I look stupid?”

“Of course not! You look just like me!” Bucky laughs at you as he lets you continue his makeup. His hands snake up your sides as you sit on his lap. “Quick fucking with me Buck I'm doing eyeliner.” Bucky gives you a closed-eyed smile and a smirk. “I'm not doing anything baby, just waiting for you to finish.” You roll your eyes even if he can't see as you finally finish his other eye.

Bucky looks at his face in the mirror. You chuckle at his clearly shocked face as he examines the makeup on his face. “Shit babe, I really do look like you.” “It's corpse paint babe, it's not something only I do.” Bucky stands up and looks at the outfit you have laid out on the bed. “Don't tell me I actually have to wear all that.” You laugh at him as you pick up the large Metallica t-shirt. “You said you were going undercover at a punk bar, right? You gotta look the part.” Bucky groans as he takes off his shirt, watching you gaze over his muscular body.

Bucky simply takes whatever you give him, giving a distasteful look towards the black denim jacket and spiked belt.

“Damn baby, you should dress like this more often.” Bucky blushes as he wipes off any stray cat hair from him. He flinches a bit as you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. “When do you gotta leave?” Bucky looks up at the clock as he lets you place tiny kisses on his neck. “Uhhh, probably pretty soon.” You groan into his neck as your hand slides down the front of him. “You sure you can't be a little bit late, pretty boy.” Bucky’s face flushes as you slowly begin rubbing his clothes package.

Bucky lets out a soft moan as he begins bucking into your hand. “I guess it’ll be ok if I'm a little late.” Bucky can feel you smirk into his skin as you lead him to the bed, watching him immediately lay on his back. “Geez, not even gotta put up a fight?” You lift Bucky's chin to face you, watching his eyes glaze over. “You really wanna get fucked, don't you pretty boy.” You lean back to take off your sweatpants as Bucky undoes his belt, feverishly sliding them down as he turns around. You cock an eyebrow at him as you bend over to grab a condom and lube. “You want me to grab your hair don't you slut.” Bucky holds himself up to not ruin the makeup you just did, even though he knew it would be ruined in just a few moments. “Yes please.” Adrenaline rushes through your body as you knead Bucky's ass, listening to him mewl under you. You roll your eyes playfully as you grab a chuck of his hair, yanking him up as he yells. “Don't want you ruining that pretty makeup, no do we?”

“Fuck!” Bucky moans as you slide a single lubed finger into him, quickly adding another one as Bucky's eyes roll into the back of his head. “Sorry baby, you've gotta go soon. We gotta hurry this up.” Bucky rolls his hips back into your fingers as you prep him, watching pre cum leak onto the mattress below you. “Aww, are you excited, pretty boy?” “Yes sir!” Bucky whines at the loss of contact as you remove your fingers, slipping the condom on.

Bucky seems to be waiting for you to slowly start pushing in, and a devilish smirk grows on your face as you slam into him, immediately starting your usual rough pace as Bucky screams your name. “What's wrong slut? Thought you just wanted a quickie?” Your patronizing voice goes straight to Bucky's cock as drool slowly falls out of his open mouth. You yank Bucky's hair back more, forcing him to arch his back as you hit a new angle. “You like being fucked like a slut puppy?” The only response you get is a loud moan as Bucky attempts to keep up with your pace.

You throw your head back as you listen to the music of Bucky's moans and whines as you feel his body begin to twitch and shake. His arms lose balance, your tight grip on his long brown locks being the only thing that's keeping him up. “Did you just cum pretty boy?” Bucky's only response is a loud moan as you continue fucking him.

“Fuck, your lucky I'm about to cum too or else id be fucking you all day.” A long groan leaves your body as you finally feel yourself cum, fucking Bucky through your orgasm.

“You ok baby?” You ask as you let go of his hair, helping him lay on his back. Bucky takes deep breaths as he nods, a soft smile coming to his face as he comes down from his high. You sit over him, taking his cheek in your hand as you look at his tear-smeared makeup. “We’re gonna have to redo your makeup baby.”

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Little piece of home

Recom!Quaritch x Human!Jake Sully

@recom-week Day 3: Size Difference

Summery: Quaritch fantasizes over memories of human Jake Sully.

CW: Fantasies that contain dubcon/noncon, Exhibitionist, biting

The memories came back slowly. Puzzle pieces slowly forming the image of a life he'd forgotten. First there was Lyle, his right hand and closest friend. He'd not recognized him in blue but the moment he did that piece of his life slid into place.

He'd been the Colonel, in charge of ensuring the safety of all who came to work at his base. Parker's base? He remembered Parker then, sniveling bureaucrat. Always concerned about public image and bottom lines. Never on the same page with him. He'd put that punk in his place, taken control of the operation.

Why'd he done that again? The na'vi? Yeah they'd been up to something right? He'd had to go get the scientists back from the mountains right?

Quaritch was struck with the mental image. Square jaw, bright eyes, tufts of brown hair that would be so soft in his fist. Who was the beautiful man? He cast his mind back trying to visualize him fully.

He'd wheeled in to the briefing late, staring warmly at him as Quaritch spoke. When he'd found out he was with the lab coats he'd been disappointed. Of course he'd be with them. It was hard to find work as a gun when your not walking. He had been a soldier before though, a marine like Quaritch, though a little younger.

Quaritch called for him and the man answered. He'd worked for him, this Jake. He'd feed him intel and in return Quaritch promised him his legs back. God his legs, Quaritch imagined them often. Soft skin, delicate under is rough hands. Flung over his shoulders as Jake's face twisted in bliss.

He couldn't help but think of him now. Alone in his room, awaiting orders. His large blue frame barely managing to squeeze into the cot they provided. An image of humanity he clung to.

Quaritch imagines him there with him, tiny human frame draped over his broad chest. Jake's calloused hands tracing his new soft skin, following stripes or the glowing dots. His own large hands covering any spot he caressed. Taking him by the waist, his own long fingers meeting around his small frame. Or trapping his wrists above his head with one hand. He imagines Jake's wicked smirk as his hands dip lower.

Quaritch rises, turning in the bed. Hunching over as he shifts the pillows, Jake, lower. Jake would grin up to him, cocky bastard, no shame over his exposed skin. Straining to see his face from bellow his chest. Maybe he'd taunt him or maybe sweet compliments would tumble out plush pink lips.

Either way he rutted against the pillows. He was so much bigger than the humans now. Quaritch imagined how he could please Jake. How he could mouth his erection with ease, curl his long tongue around him. How he could graze fang against the sensitive skin for the thrill of it.

Quaritch imagined Jake's hands, bruised knuckles, gripping into his skin. Maybe he'd tug on his queue or his tail, he hissed in the empty room and it sounded so familiar.

Quaritch slowed his strokes, imagining how he'd have to prepare Jake. Finger and tongue, lube, slowly stretching him till he could fit. He eased himself though slowly. Jake's face would twist, scratching down his arms, gripping the sheets. A flash of his face in anger. Quaritch jolted at the memory, rutting again deeper into the fabric.

Yeah Jake had been angry at him. He'd taken him from the mountains, limp in his arms. Had he punched him? He had, he remembered it. He was so angry with Jake Sully but why?

Quaritch snapped his hips harder, imagining bottoming out inside him. The pain twisting Jake's face, angry, shameful, tears flowing as he pumped relentlessly. He'd see his bulge though Jake's skin, poking his abdomen. God that image would be perfect, he'd trace the shape, press his palm against it and feel himself from inside.

Jake was in his cell now. Quaritch imagined him on the hard beds, skin littered with love bites. Cursing at Quaritch, punching at him as he hunched over him. He'd manhandle him into position, flinging his legs wide. Maybe Jake wouldn't even be alone. Maybe he'd have Grace, that bitch, watch her special boy get pounded. If he wanted to be a man so much he'd make him one.

A man? Yeah Jake had wanted to go through the ceremony. Some savages right that'd make him one of them. He'd become one of them. Quaritch leaned down close, his fangs digging into the fabric, into Jake's shoulder. The blood would spill into his mouth, onto the fabric of the sheets. He'd cry out, hissing and snarling, tail thrashing.

Tail? Jake had been an avatar pilot. He'd used the body the company owned to break that dozer. Oh he'd need to be punished for that. Quaritch's hips stuttered, sloppy strokes riding out his high. Ropes of cum he'd paint across Jake's chest, his face. He'd mark that idiot. Instead it was seeping into the fabric and Quaritch tossed it aside. He breathed heavy, weight of the memories crashing in full force. An anger he'd forgotten mixed with his lust.

He rose, stalking naked to the window. Outside he saw Pandora getting closer. Their orbit almost aligned to the drop point. Tomorrow he'd be down there, he'd find Jake Sully. Be it in RDA's cells or squat in his mud hut. He'd give him a real punishment.

[fbfh]

lesson learned (maybe) - billy hargrove x reader x steve harrington smut

word count: 4.1k

genre: SMUT FILTH LEMONIEST LEMON

pairing: billy and steve x reader (afab/fem terminology/she her but minimal pronoun usage)

summary: When you inadvertantly cop an attitude, Billy and Steve decide to fuck a little respect into you.

warnings: dom billy, softer dom steve, manhandling, multiple daddys, reader is called a brat, spanking, billy's rings, strenth kink (if that exists), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, dumbification, some babying/infantalization, sexy condescending, petnames (princess, angel, honey bunny, pooh bear, good girl, love bug, doll face, sugar lips, toots, ), steve's chest hair <3, billy's necklace <3, "don't look at him, look at me, face grabbing, prolonged eye contact, hair/top of head petting (in a condesending way not a long silky tresses way), sexy punishments, mentions of orgasm denial/edging/overstimulation, hearing smwn get undressed behind you, mostly clothed sex, head down ass up position, praise, reader has fuck me eyes, coochie spreading, hair pulling, mouth fucking/m recieving oral, cervix kissing, spitroasting, double penetration, face fucking, breeding (it's billy ofc there's breeding), attention kink????, clit play/rubbing, checking on your partner during intense sex, surprise (but still fully consetual) anal, some feral billy, cum as lube, emotional intimacy, steve has sensitive hair, choking/neck grabbing for a hot second, nipple/boob play, groping, neck kisses and hickeys, a lot of dirty talk, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses and cuddles, sleeping sammiched between two hot buff men (the dream), implications of future bratty reader

music rec: masochist - palaye royale (I didn't have a specific song I was listening to while writing this it was just a lot of underground krnb and the same two pop punk groups but I feel like this fits pretty well)

a/n: holy fucking shit this got off the rails so fast I think it might actualy be worse than daddy sorry

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ALSO HAPPY STRANGER THINGS 4 V1!!!!!!! I hope this doesn't wreck all of us like I know it will lmao

tags: @yesv01 @hopefullhearts @littlewinter1917 @thatawkwardlittlefangirl  @Sad-brunnettee @justbookworm

AS WITH ALL NSFW WORKS ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP TO 18+!!!!! Also everything that happens in this fic is totally consentual and bc it's fiction it doesn't follow all the real life rules and ettiquete so make sure irl you're communicating with your partners and taking care of each other <3

You think you’ve come to know Billy and Steve pretty well in the time you’ve spent together, and right now, just by the look on his face, you can tell things with Billy are about to get really intense. 

“Did you just give me attitude?”

“What?” you ask, meeting his intense gaze, heart beating faster at his words. Billy’s voice is dangerous, causing you to freeze in your tracks. “No, I-” “Cause that sounded like attitude.” He concludes, voice almost too calm, too quiet. He’s watching you, waiting for your next move. You take too long, you suppose, because before you know it, Billy’s throwing you over his shoulder and storming straight to the bedroom. 

“Billy!” you protest, fighting a flustered giggle.

“You wanna act like a brat?” he asks rhetorically, starting to set you down, eyes burning into yours, “I’ll show you what happens to brats who give their daddies attitude.” After that moment of intense, lingering eye contact, he sits on the edge of the bed, and bends you over his lap. 

“Billy-” your protest wilts in your throat as he lands a smack to your ass, sending burning heat straight to your core. It’s a warning to behave, and one that you listen to. 

“You wanna try that again?” he asks, voice low and dangerous. Your silence is deafening. You stop squirming against him, and he accepts that as you submitting to him, finally listening to your daddy like a good girl should. 

“Good,” he states, seeming more calm than before now that you’re listening to him. “Now count.” He orders, that stern, dominant edge right back in his voice. You feel him flip up your skirt and pull down your panties, laying another harsh smack to your ass. The feeling of his big hands and cold rings against your bare, warm flesh sends heat and sticky arousal pooling against your exposed slit. You whimper, embarrassed at how fast he has you wrapped around his finger. His other hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you firmly in place. He’s so jacked it’s not like he can’t manhandle you when he wants to. 

“I said,” he repeats, hand still on your ass, fingers beginning to rub at your dripping, puffy cunt, “count.”  

“C’mon, don’t be so mean, Billy,” you look up - as much as you’re able to in your current position - at Steve, who’s just entered the room. Relief washes over you. Steve’s presence has always been able to soften some of Billy’s rougher edges, and you can always count on him to play the good cop. Before you can let out your sigh of relief, Steve crouches down to your level, looking at you with that sweet, saccharine look of his. 

“Dumb little baby can’t even count, can you, princess?” 

His voice is cloying and condescending as he grabs your cheeks, squishing them with one hand, and makes you shake your head no. 

“That’s what I thought.” he states, patting your cheek, and standing up to address Billy. “See? Not fair.” 

You stare at the carpet where he stands for a moment, before he walks back toward the bed. If Steve isn’t going easy on you, you’re going to be in for a really, really long night. This thought, paired with his words and condescending tone has you dripping all over Billy’s fingers, something you’re sure he won’t let you live down. 

You assume Steve had some kind of exchange with Billy, because a moment later, Billy picks you up, and sets you down, kneeling on the foot of the bed. Steve is reclining in front of you, splayed out and bulging in his pants. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and you can see his chest hair poking through on the exposed skin not covered by his tank top. He curls his fingers, motioning for you to crawl towards him, and you do without a thought. “Princess,” he starts, “what you did was real disrespectful, real naughty,” he amends, dumbing down his choice of words. “Do you understand?” he asks, waiting for your response. You nod. 

“Apologize to Billy.” he says, nodding over in his direction. You turn back to Billy, also rock hard in his pants. His button up is almost entirely open, and aside from the necklace resting on his collar bones, his chest is bare. You look up at him, his eyes smoldering into yours, and turn away. You can feel him watching you, expectant, and you look back up at him. 

“Sorry Billy,” you say quietly. 

He sighs, looking away for a second, then right back at you with that same intense eye contact. “...Sorry for what.”

It should be a question, but it’s a statement, an order. You blanch, mind going blank. You turn back to Steve, but before you can, Billy grabs your face, making you look back at him. 

“Don’t look at him.” he warns, keeping your attention where he wants it, “What are you sorry for?”

“Billy…” Steve sighs, unsaid words hanging in the air. Don’t be so hard on you, you’re too dumb to understand what’s going on. They share a glare, and you only see Billy’s half of the silent conversation. Finally, he looks back down at you. He seems slightly softer than before, but still just as intense. He crouches down to your eye level, voice low and deliberate. 

“I’m going to ask one more time, sugar lips. What are you sorry for?” 

You blink, brain short circuiting as you try desperately to scramble for an answer. God, you swear it’s on the tip of your tongue. A few moments pass with you giving him an adorable blank look, struggling for an answer. He looks like he’s about to give up when you manage to choke something out.

“Being disrespectful?” you ask, watching his reaction closely. He smirks, holding back a chuckle. 

“For being disrespectful.” Billy repeats, seeming satisfied with your answer. He leans down, pressing a hot kiss to your lips, then nodding his head for you to go back to Steve. You turn to him, and he pats the bed. You start to crawl over, and as you turn around, Billy places another affectionate smack on your still exposed ass. You can feel yourself dripping, and he smirks at the sticky arousal left on his hand. 

Once you get closer to Steve, he has you lay between his legs. Your face is dangerously close to his bulge as he begins to pet your hair. 

“Wow, disrespectful,” he says, voice both loving and cloyingly patronizing, “that’s a big girl word, isn’t it?” you nod, and he smiles, agreeing, “Yeah. Can you spell disrespectful?” he asks slowly.

“Uh…” you start, thoughts foggy from all the attention and coddling they’ve been giving you. Before you can try, Steve continues. 

“I didn’t think so.” he states, “That’s okay, though, good girls don’t need to be good at spelling, not when they listen to their daddies.”

His voice instantly makes you feel more relaxed, and he continues to pat your head absentmindedly. He has another silent conversation with Billy, but this time, you only see Steve’s side. He rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you. 

“That was a good sorry you said to Billy, good job, angel.” 

He smiles, and you start to relax. You’re just starting to think you got away with avoiding one of Billy’s insane punishments - usually involving a lot of orgasm denial, edging, and overstimulation, and will go on for hours until you can’t even remember your own name. Right then, Steve’s hand moves from your hair to your face, guiding you to look up at him. You hear the unmistakable noise of Billy undoing his belt behind you, and beginning to take off his pants.

“Unfortunately, you did misbehave, so we’re still going to have to punish you.” 

Your pupils dilate and you feel the weight of the bed shift behind you as Billy moves closer. He grabs your hips, hoisting them up and back to him so you’re bent over ass up, groping your  squishy flesh with his big strong hands, as Steve simultaneously thrusts his hips up to slide down his jeans and boxers enough to pull out his cock. It hangs in front of you, red and dripping precum, and your mouth waters at the sight. Steve grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks, and holding his throbbing cock in the other.

“Open up, honey bunny…” he tantalizes, letting out a long sigh as you sink your soft, warm, beautiful mouth over his cock. He lets out a low moan.

“Oh, there’s a good girl, good girl, pooh bear…” His cock is massive, already pulsing and dripping delicious precum down your throat. The familiar feeling, taste, weight of his cock in your mouth drags you even deeper into the hazy warmth of their embrace. Right as you’re starting to get comfortable groping and sucking of Steve’s cock, right when his hands have found their place in your hair and his head is tilted back, eyes angled down to watch you suck him off with that loving smile at the corners of his mouth, right when you bat your pretty little doe eyes that just scream fuck me daddy up at him, Billy plunges two of his long, thick fingers deep inside your dripping, burning heat, spreading you open. 

You let out a choked moan at the sensation of Billy’s fingers keeping your dripping heat on full display, causing Steve’s cock to twitch inside you. He tugs on your hair to keep you focused. You look back up at Steve, trying to keep your attention on working your mouth around his cock, hungry for more praise from his pretty lips. Behind you, Billy curls his fingers against your sensitive walls, waking you up from the inside. He lets out a long, low whistle, admiring you all spread out for him.

“Fucking dripping…” he muses, and you can practically see the smirk on his face from his tone alone. 

“‘Course she is,” Steve interjects, agreeing, “look at her.” He watches you suckle his cock, eyes half lidded, drool and precum pooling at the corners of your mouth. Billy continues, voice low as he works his fingers deeper inside you, rubbing at your bumpy walls 

“Tell daddy how much you love his fingers, princess…” 

You try, gurgling around Steve’s cock, and he lets out a sharp moan, gripping your hair even harder. Billy chuckles, and Steve glares at him in a warning. Billy continues, chuckling as he stretches you out in preparation for you to take his massive cock. His fingers reach so deep inside you, touching places you never could have imagined before knowing him. He scissors your spongy walls with his thick fingers, his hands so strong that even your tightness provides little resistance against him. Steve sighs, still gripping your hair as he slowly starts to buck his hips in and out of your mouth, helping you along as you bob your head.

“Just like that,” Steve moans, gazing down at you, “good girl, pooh bear…” 

“God your tight little cunt dripping for me, dollface,” Billy states, yet again landing a smack on your ass. He chuckles as you flutter around him. 

“You like when Stevie praises you like that?” Billy asks, scissoring your walls, once again deeply stretching you in preparation for your cock. You gurgle around Steve, who bucks his hips at the sensation.

“Oh, you just love this, don’t you princess?” Steve asks rhetorically, as Billy suddenly, finally plunges his cock into your dripping cunt. Your eyes roll back in your head as Billy works his thick, pulsing cock closer and closer to your cervix. He lets out a growling moan, panting and  adjusting to how tight you are, how perfectly you squeeze and rub his cock.

“Look at you, all pretty and full of cock,” Steve coos. You barely process what he said, that deep satisfaction of really being full still settling over you. Billy has one hand pressing down on your back, the other grabbing your hip and holding it close to him as he starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, while Steve holds your head nice and steady, doing the same thing from the front. 

“You like that, sugar lips? Like it when daddy wrecks you with his cock?” Billy growls behind you, hand pressing against your stomach. The extra pressure and friction, paired with the feeling of the bulge he’s making in your tummy has you squeezing around him.

“Good job, princess… keep going, just like that…” Steve moans, voice breathy.

“Fuckin’ made for taking our cocks.” Billy agrees.

“Such a good girl for your daddies, angel.”

“Pretty thing like you just loves being bent over and bred, don’t you, dollface?”

All the attention, their continued torrent of filthy thoughts, and their cocks continuing to pound into you mercilessly from both ends has you squeezing and drooling around them. The erratic rhythm of their thrusts, sometimes in sync sometimes not, brings you drastically closer than before. Billy’s hand moves from his bulge pounding in and out of your tummy further down, and his fingers, still damp with your earlier arousal, begin playing with your clit. 

The added stimulation has you gurgling around Steve’s cock, yet again. Billy feels you tighten up around him, and he knows you’re close. He gives Steve a look, then bends over you, leaning closer to your ear. You can feel the cool metal of his necklace graze your back with every thrust. 

“You gonna cum for daddy, sugar?” Billy asks, and you can tell by the pace of his thrusts, the growl in his voice, the way he almost laughs at the end that all this is really riling him up. 

“Oh, is baby gonna make a big mess all over Billy’s cock?” Steve coos, punctuating with a particularly hard thrust into your mouth. 

Before you can even moan, you’re cumming hard. You clamp down around Billy’s cock, holding him in place while his hand carries you through your high, the other groping your hip. Your legs shake, and you moan, gurgling around Steve’s cock. They shower you in more praise and filthy sentiments, but it falls on deaf ears as you’re so blinded by your euphoria you lose your senses for a minute. Once you start to come back down to earth, you feel Steve scratch your head, and you glance up at him, eyes glassy.

“Still with us, love bug?” he asks. You nod, and you continue sucking on his cock, causing him to let out a hiss of air. “Good,” he concludes, proud of how well you’re trained, how fast you can bounce back, “cause we still have a lot to do tonight, don’t we, Billy?”

He agrees, and he’s soon back to the brutal pace he’d set before, this time amplified by the sensitivity from your orgasm. A little voice in the back of your mind is starting to wonder where the whole punishment part will come in. As intense and amazing as this is, you know it’s not what Steve, much less Billy, would qualify as a punishment. 

As all that is brewing in the back of your mind, you can feel Billy’s cool rings on your skin as he gathers up some of your sticky cum dripping out of your hole. Your eyes widen as he spreads your cheeks, and begins to rub it further up. Heat rushes to your face as he edges you, cock continuing to plunge in and out of you lower down. Behind you, you hear his voice, breathy and gravely and more turned on than you’ve ever heard it. 

“Gotta make sure you’re all stretched out everywhere, sugar lips,” he moans, rubbing against your puckered hole. He teases you, edging the sensitive flesh before popping his finger in, and lets out an unhinged laugh. 

“F-fuck, Harrington. You were right, she’s even tighter now…” Billy says with a moan.

“What did I tell you? If we- shit,” Steve cuts himself off as you mouth him more intensely in response to Billy fingering your ass while he fucks you. You moan around Steve, and Billy growls behind you. He picks up his pace, rubbing against your walls, fingering your honey even deeper into your previously untouched hole. He can feel his finger rubbing against his cock through the squishy wall barely separating them. You’re whining at his touch, rutting your hips back against his cock, as Steve thrusts steadily into your mouth. 

“Aww, does our slutty little baby like being stuffed full in every hole?” he purrs. Before you can consider trying to answer, he thrusts into your mouth, harder and faster than before. Billy works another finger into your previously untouched hole, both tightening around him at the entrance. His free hand slaps your ass, then returns to press into your back to stop you from squirming so much. 

“You like that, sugar lips?” Billy pants, smirking behind you. In front of you, Steve’s thrusts grow sloppy, and he pulls at your hair. 

“F-fuck, shit!” Steve hisses, pulling you closer to his hips as he finally spills his load down your throat. He tastes divine, and you work your tired jaw, swallowing as much of him as you can. He lets out a loud moan, throwing his head back and bucking into your soft mouth. His thick seed spills out of the corners of your mouth, and once he catches his breath, he finally pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. He gazes at you with that loving look, a smirk at the corners of his lips.

“You really are something special, you know that?”

A strand of your spit mixed with his cum connects your lips to the head of his cock for a moment as you look up at him, tongue lolled out and panting. You’re truly a sight to behold. Caressing the side of your face, he swipes off some of the cum from the corner of our mouth, holding up his hand and letting it drip for Billy to see. He humps into you harder, working his fingers deep into your ass, and lets out a groan at the sight of Steve’s cum and your spit dripping from his finger. 

“Shit! Playing dirty, Harrington…” he moans with a laugh. Billy pulls out of you suddenly, moving to the side and pulling your face towards his cock. You open automatically, and he smiles at how well trained you are. You take his throbbing length into your mouth, tasting yourself on his skin. After just a few pumps, he’s grabbing your face, pulling you closer to his hips as he blows his load down your throat. You swallow up his thick, creamy seed while his eyes burn into yours, watching every move you make. He pants, gaze unwavering. 

“...Such a good girl for me,” he says slowly, smirking down at you. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lean into his touch, his hands caressing your face, while Steve’s find their way to your hair again. Reluctantly, Billy pulls away, finally standing up and stretching. His muscles glisten, a thin sheen of sweat over his tan skin. Once again, he hoists you up effortlessly, and you let out a very cute noise of surprise.

“Up you go, doll face,” he says, wrapping your legs up high on his torso. Steve groans behind you, presumably stretching too, then you feel him press up against your back, pushing you closer to Billy and folding you in half. One of Billy’s hands rests on your ass, holding you up, and Steve’s arm snakes around to your chest, fondling your tits. 

“Alright,” Steve says, “now that she’s all stretched out…” You feel the heads of their cocks kiss your entrances. Billy smirks, his gaze smoldering and voice low.

“It’s time for your punishment, sugar lips.”

They both push their huge cocks into your tight holes. 

You’re overwhelmed by the sensation, already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, that the feeling of both their cocks fucking into you at once like this has your head spinning in the best way possible. Before you can dwell on that for too long, Steve begins nibbling on your ear and sucking a hickey into your neck, causing you to moan. 

“G-god,” you breathe, both your walls already tightening around them, as you try not to cum already. If you came undone this fast they would never let you hear the end of it. 

“Right here, toots,” Billy says, hand on your jaw, guiding you to look at him. His eyes burn into yours, and he smirks at the fucked out look on your face. Your stomach is pressed up against Billy’s abs, and you can feel the bulge of his cock, amplified by Steve’s cock fighting for space inside you. They press and rub against each other, throbbing against your warm, grippy walls. They soon settle into a rhythm that has you whining and squirming fruitlessly against their muscular bodies. 

“Good girl, good girl, baby,” Steve murmurs, as Billy continues to hold your eye contact. Desperate for something to hold onto, you reach back, pulling on Steve’s hair. 

“Oh f-fuck!” Steve moans, hips spasming and bucking into your ass. You whine at the motion and Billy laughs at his reaction. Steve moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear and his hand moves to your neck. 

“Play fair if you want to cum, angel,” he warns, almost laughing at how good that felt. He makes a mental note to have you do it again more, later, as they both continue to pound into you and feel you up. You’re surprised you’ve lasted this long, but you know it’s over when Steve starts playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them in that way that he knows makes heat pool between your legs. You gasp, and Billy takes the opportunity to place two of his fingers in your mouth. You hear Steve chuckle against your skin.

“Look at you with Billy’s fingers in your mouth, so pretty,” Steve coos in your ear, sending chills down your spine. It’s enough to send you over the edge again, and you moan out a muffled whine, squeezing and clamping around them, your legs shaking in their place around Billy’s waist. 

You’re not sure how long it goes on for, and by the time that they shoot their last load of hot, sticky cum up both your holes, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms they’ve drawn out of you.

“Shit!” Steve hisses, continuing to fuck his cum deeper inside your ass, stretching you out and pumping you full “Oh god!” His moans are loud in spite of the fact that they’re partially muffled by his face in your neck. Finally, Billy follows suit, blowing his load inside your dripping pussy for the last time tonight. His eyes burn into yours as he moans out a laugh, hips bucking sporadically. 

“F-fuck- just love being bred and stuffed in every hole, don’t you doll face?” his breath is warm against your face as he continues his torrent of filthy thoughts, riding out his high, “Huh?” He coaxes, “Want me and Harrington to fuck a baby into you? Knock you up real good…”

Eventually, somehow they run out of stamina, the thrusting of their cocks slowing down and finally coming to a stop, where they pull out of you with more gratuitously wet noises than you’ve ever heard. You rest your head on Billy’s chest, totally spaced out, only able to briefly muse that they were successful in fucking you until you can’t think straight. 

When you’re all cleaned up, they curl up in bed on either side of you, Steve pulling you close to his bare chest, Billy’s grip on your waist rock strong. He guides you to look over at him, to which you comply, and he catches your mouth in another deep, open mouthed kiss.

“I think you learned your lesson, didn’t you doll face?” He asks, taking a moment to gaze at you lovingly. You nod, humming in response before curling up into Steve’s chest. They both settle against you, sandwiching you tightly between their warm, muscular bodies. “Eh, she’s not going to act up like that again,” Steve concludes, patting your hip, and Billy chuckles.

“Got that right.” 

In the few moments before you almost instantaneously fall asleep, you think you might just act up like that again. Especially if it leads to this much fun. 

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

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Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: top (sub) Col, bottom (dom) Dom, needy boys, rough sex, anal sex, degradation, insults, topping from the bottom, nervous Dom, multiple orgasms, bruises, slapping, rough play, refusing to admit feelings, dumb boys, teasing, unsafe sex, too much lube, size kink, body worship, Dom being a contortionist, lots of admiring and a little fluff 🚬 rating: explicit af

Dom was shaking. He was standing in his lover's bedroom, water from their shower drying on his skin as he watched the older man watch him, and he was shaking with anxiety. Colson was watching him with the softest eyes and hardest cock, those long fingers teasing over his abs as if he too was nervous and self soothing. He didn't know why the hell he was so worked up, it wasn't like he'd never been fucked. There were some Kells knew of and some he'd probably throw a bratty bitch fit if he found out about. He'd not really penetrated men himself before the rapper- it always seemed silly. If he was going to sleep with someone who could hit his prostate and make him see stars why would he waste the opportunity on using his dick?

No, the handful of men he'd been with had done exactly what was scaring him and it felt so dumb to him that he was nervous. He understood why to switch finally, every time he got to watch his best friend come alive because of him he understood why it was good to be verse but that was the one thing they hadn't done and he wasn't quite sure how to let himself. He ran a hand through his wet hair and he watched his sub's dick jerk at the way his muscles moved, his hole clenching in response. Well his body was certainly ready.

"We don't have to." The man tried to soothe and Dom rolled his eyes. After all he'd just done to make him work for it and now he was going to say something like that?

"Oh yeah? We don't 'ave to? I don't 'ave to do summat? Ya fink I don't know tha'? Wanker. Course I fucking know. But if ya need for me is so little ya can jus' let it go…" He trailed off with a growl and turned to go back in the bathroom, completely ignoring the frustrated noise his partner made.

"You're such a bitch! You know I didn't mean it that way! I was trying to help you feel better. Now get your ass back in here and on my dick! I've waited over a god damn year for it, you won't make me wait another fucking second!" For just a moment Colson was his normal self, he was the man who stood on stage and shook his hips and told girls to call him Daddy. For just a moment he felt his ego return and the cockiness came naturally but then Dom stalked back into the bedroom with a look on his face he hadn't seen since the first night he got fucked.

The punk stayed silent, his nostrils flared and his lips as thin as they could become. He wasn't shaking anymore though and that was all the man was trying to do. He had to drop his head to hide a smirk. Fuck was he in for it.

"Wha' the fuck did you jus' say to me whore? Wha' 'appened tha' made you fink you get to demand any part of me? You? You me bloody pet, you me fuck doll if you lucky and you fink you get a say? I obviously ain't taught ya well enough."

"You wanna spank me about it or do you want to see what it feels like when I wreck your fucking guts?" Kells was panting but he tried to keep his voice steady. He was terrified to talk to his Dom like he was but in a way it felt even more like when they were just friends. They used to mess with each other a lot even though he'd always been a little subby for his lover. It was obvious in interviews, he wasn't that puppy for anyone else.

Dom's brow arched and he took a deep breath. He was on fire for the bastard back talking him and felt somehow safer at the thought of letting him be top. Col wasn't just his brat, he was his best friend. His protector for years. Somehow the bitch wasn't backing down though and so he thought he'd try a different tactic. He felt his shoulders drop, his face softening to a more bored appearance. He crossed his arms and stalked closer to the bed, his hips swaying. He made sure to part his lips and tilt his head. "If you fink you can fuck me right you can try. Such big talk for a virgin." His purred words got the reaction he wanted, his love was about to explode but he started speaking again before the man could go off. "You fucked some girls sure, you the master of tha' I suppose but luv, I'm a whole new world. And I am very particular about 'ow I like it. Wha' if I fink less of yas after? Wha' if I gotta be 'onest and tell yas someone fucked me better? I don't wanna 'ear ya whining about it."

Kells fought a whimper and felt his ego dropping, that warm fuzzy feeling building in his mind that he got every time Dom degraded him. "I can do it." He almost slurred, still so gone from their shower play. His voice still rasped. He could still feel the ghost of a squeeze around his neck and every time he swallowed it made him drool from need. He crawled closer, staying as low as he could. That was his place, under his dominant.

"Oh yeah?" Dom purred, cupping his lover's cheek. He could feel how much he'd dropped him already and it was exactly what he wanted. "I dunno. Ya know 'ow it works sure but… I'm selfish when I'm getting it. I'm demanding and needy. If you don't do it right I'll be disappointed." He sighed and Kells actually snorted.

"Sorry but… how's that different from normal?" The slap across his face was worth it and he relished the burn. The next touch was soft again though and Dom pulled him closer, their breath mingling between them. "I can do it. Please?"

The singer nodded, moving even closer as if he would kiss him but he stopped short. Fuck he needed that boy more than air which he was quite sure he'd proven in their shower. When Dom went to move away a fear crept into his chest and he reached for his hand as he pushed up on his knees. The punk made a soft squeak of a noise when he was tugged back and before he could make a word of protest Colson kissed him. His hand tangled into that weirdly sexy skunk hair and he pushed his tongue past the other man's pillow lips. Their slick chests stuck together, their hearts racing. He didn't let Dom go until he was moaning and then he smirked against that gorgeous mouth. "Fine. Sit like a good boy." The boy huffed but his voice was thready and his cheeks were flushed.

Col obeyed and he crawled back to give the kid room. He watched as Dom found some lube and chunked it at him. It smacked his chest and fell to the bed and as he picked it up and popped it open, drizzling it over his shaft his lover was bouncing nervously. There was something adorable about it. "How do you want me?" He hummed, letting the viscous fluid dribble down before he smeared it around. Before he could look up he was slapped across the chest with a twirled wet towel and he shuddered, moaning low. "Thanks." His voice broke but he wiped his hands and tossed it away, he knew he probably wasn't supposed to enjoy that but he couldn't give a fuck. His lover made him enjoy everything. Dom could put all his basketball friends to shame with that thwack- fuck there was a welt already forming.

"Stay like tha', on ya knees. I'll uh-" Dominic took a breath, he knew he shouldn't be as overwhelmed as he was but he crawled into the bed and moved closer, rolling over once he reached the man. The moment the back of his thighs touched his lover's skin he jumped, he couldn't help it. Fuck if he didn't keep his walls up he didn't know what would happen. He might even say something silly. It hit him why he was so scared suddenly, he'd been fucked before but only by friends, he hadn't let a man inside him that he could see himself… feeling for. He knew how much emotion could creep up in the moment- he had a very sensitive spot and was blessed with the ability to reach multiple orgasms and he knew in that oxytocin fueled moment he might say something he never really had before.

"Hey, focus up Daddy." The voice was gentle but the touch on his plush thighs was anything but. When Kells gripped his hips and yanked him closer his train of thought vanished but his frustration with his brat mounted again. "There you are." He smiled, one of his hands slinking down between his cheeks.

"'Ey, no. I don't need prep." He huffed as one finger circled his hole and he watched as the man's cheeks flushed. Fingering was too much like kissing and kissing was too much like making love.

"So you're that kind of slut. I get ya." Colson teased and Dom laughed, pinching his inked ribs. "What? You're the one saying you're open. I'm just… assuming."

"You realize I fucked you wiv'out prep, yeah? Tha' cute lil virgin ass. Maybe I'm trying to be nice to you? Ya see 'ow it's-" Before he could finish with 'to your advantage' the rapper was already moving. Somehow the thought must have not struck before but his eyes lit up and his eagerness was obvious in the strain of his muscles not to rush.

"Yeah but you were a kinky shit that night." The man grinned but before he could do more Dom stopped him.

"I'm a kinky shit all the time luv and you jus' need to 'old steady for me." Colson's brows furrowed but he obeyed, pushing his thumb against the base of his cock to hold it straight and still. He choked on spit in the next moment when Dom threw his legs over Col's shoulders and moved himself, teasing his- needier than he'd like to admit- hole against his lover's tip. He stared up at the man as he bit his lip and fought not to thrust but that was what he loved about his pet, his fight.

The first press in took Col's breath away, he could feel himself start to shake harder as a sweat broke out over him. The noise was filthy wet, he'd definitely put too much lube on but he didn't know if Dom liked to ache too. His gaze dropped to where they were joined and he watched as he started disappearing inside the boy. He didn't know what was more captivating, how the punk's hole parted for him and swallowed him deep or the way Dom's cock jerked and drooled a steady puddle of precum on his belly the further Kells sank inside him. He couldn't help a few needy noises escaping, he couldn't completely control himself and he knew that was what his dominant loved.

Dom couldn't breathe, his body felt on fire at the stretch as he pulled himself down on his lover. He could feel how captivated the man was and it made his pulse quicken as Col's fingers shook where they held him gently. He'd seen and touched and tasted the rapper's cock so many times before and he always knew it would feel intense but he couldn't have prepared himself. It was immense and exactly what he'd always wanted. He had a passing thought that nothing would ever measure up but he pushed it away as he pushed himself flush against those strong thin hips. He tried to breathe but as Kells jerked and twitched inside him he swore it was all the way through his guts and choking him from the inside out. He couldn't show that though. "Well, ain't you gonna f-fuck me?" His voice was thin but he tried to keep it strong. He couldn't show how affected he was. He couldn't let his brat know he had any power over him but fuck- "You got a nice cock."

Sweat dripped into Colson's eyes but he felt his gaze fill with joy as he grinned down at his top. He had to be honest at least with himself, no matter how many times he would ever get to bed the boy, he'd never be top. "You're a bossy ass bottom. But I always knew you'd be a size queen." He teased, winking down at his best friend, calling back to the moment that got him the boy to begin with.

"You ain't seen nuffin yet but if ya don't move I'll-" Dom's growl broke off in a whimper when Colson knelt over him and pulled out enough to thrust deep. He'd never really heard that kind of sound from the kid and it was so sweet he instantly craved more. His palm pushed gently at one of the punk's thighs, leading one down but he kept the other tossed over his shoulder as he pressed close. Dom could take it.

"Yes Daddy." He purred, his hips finding an easy rhythm though he knew he couldn't stay slow. For just a moment he let himself feel in control and he closed his eyes to focus on the feel. Dom was so tight, his inner walls clenching and hot, the slick glide in and out was almost too much to handle. He could feel himself throbbing and he could feel every place he hit inside his lover but before he could fall too deeply into his fantasy there was a hand in his hair gripping and pulling him closer.

"I fhought you was fucking me? Who you-"

"Don't even. I was feeling you. You feel-"

"You get flowery and I pull off and you don't finish even if I do."

The rapper huffed and tried not to roll his eyes though it was tempting, instead he sped his pace and showed his dom what he could do. The boy moaned, a high soft noise that had obviously been forced out of him but Kells fought to find it again. "Stop looking at me like tha'." Dom growled, his own body moving in tandem until their thrusts were just this side of pain. The noises echoed off the walls, their skin slapping like thunder and Colson's sweat dripped over the singer like rain.

Dom fought himself not to feel too much but with every plunge deep he was pushed closer. For him an orgasm like that was overwhelming, and he could tell what was building might destroy him. His nails scratched down inked skin as if he could physically fight it off but his lover just groaned and begged for more. His thighs squeezed tight, his muscles trembling but he worked to control himself as long as he could. "Still bored?" The rapper joked, his hips snapping evenly as if he could do it forever but Dom could feel himself melting already.

"Eh, n-not so bad. Could be better if you was faster." He sighed, trying to keep his mental walls up tight but his inner ones gave him away. The man above him sped and he clenched tight, crying out when Kells angled right for his spot. His spine arched, his cock begging for attention but he might actually sob if anything touched him there. "De-deeper!" His voice broke but his pet obeyed like the good boy he was.

Kells bit his lip as he watched his boy squirm and he took a chance, slipping his palm under that plush perfect ass so he could pull him somehow closer. The noise Dom made was almost inhuman but he came alive more than Col had ever expected. "Don't- don't stop?" For once it was a plea instead of a demand but he would have done it either way. He made sure not to change any aspect of his thrusts as he felt his boyfriend shatter for him. His dick didn't spill but Kells had bed enough girls to know an orgasm when he saw it and he fought not to smile through his panting. There was a pride in his chest but it was overwhelmed by the beauty of his dom, the boy was a fucking revelation.

Dom knew now that his pleasure had started rolling he wouldn't catch a break or a breath until his lover came but he didn't have enough air in his lungs to command it. He could feel that gaze on him, taking in every shudder and gasp but for the moment he allowed it. It almost made the rapture stronger knowing he felt so fucking exposed. Tears welled his eyes as another wave built but his brat never slowed down. If anything he pounded him harder. Deeper. The man was a beast who couldn't seem to help but show off. The grip on his hip tightened, with every move close he pulled Dom against him and the punk was losing his control.

"Shit- better than any- any fucking pussy. Look how deep- oh God Dom!" Colson whimpered when he caught sight of his dick poking behind Dom's skin. It wasn't constant but it was a vision every time. He was near breaking but he wanted to make sure his boy knew he was still in control. "Please? Please let me-" He didn't know what sounds he was making anymore but he could barely speak over them and when Dom nodded he almost sobbed.

Colson gathered him closer, pulling him tight against his chest as he pushed Dom's other leg down and he sat up as they wrapped tight around each other. Sweat and more glued them tight almost instantly but they moved together, chasing that last peak as one. Dom's bravado had fallen away on his second wave of pleasure and all he could do was hide against his pet's neck and force out the word he needed most. "Cum."

Colson's hands gripped bruising tight as Dom's nails cut his skin. He bounced the boy as hard as he could but no amount of pounding could cover up how intimate and intense it had become between them. Kells hit that peak quietly, his harsh breath the only thing betraying his need but as white heat filled his insides and the man found his way somehow deeper in his guts Dom wasn't so silent. "Fuck- Colson?" His choked sob almost sounded like a beg and the rapper held him tighter as the punk spilled hot between them and they shook as they rode out their pleasure together.

Kells was a gentleman and scared of his lover enough he didn't comment on the tears or the way Dom clung to him. He didn't pull back and kiss him even though he wanted to, he didn't soothe him or whisper sweet nothings. He refused to ruin the moment so instead he just held his dom and panted with him, waiting for the moment they came down enough and the kid led him to however they would act next. He was learning damnit, he could be a good boy. "Better than Issac right?" He couldn't help but ask and the scoff he got in return was worth it. He knew what they felt, they didn't need words, he knew how to keep his Daddy from a panic attack. "Definitely right? Bigger too?"

"You're incorrigible." Dom huffed but smiled against his skin and he knew without a doubt he'd said the right thing.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry it took me a bit but I am ☠️, I hope it was still good though! I tried to keep them true to their characters but let it get a little deeper. I hope it's what you hoped 🖤🚬

[tulipanthousa]

Pastel/Punk 🍾

im still trying to decide if i want the prinxiety proposal to be sfw or nsfw, but either way the evening is sexy. theyre so in love and cliongy they just frot all silked up with lube. one step above making out kinda vibe and just slow lazy kissing for half the night

[pepsi-maxwell]

👀🌶️ + CMJF + first

this was surprisingly challenging, thank you! under a cut for nsfw <3

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It's a view he's used to. Punk on his back, sprawled out beneath him. The tattoo on his stomach within touching distance.

The context is different, this time, though.

He runs lube-slicked fingers across the ink, leaving wet, shiny smears.

“Is this what you imagined?” he asks, pitching his voice low.

Punk laughs, stretching his arms out, resting his hands behind his head. “Honestly? I thought you'd make me do all the work,” he says. “Good to know you can still surprise me, Maxwell.”

Not Max. It's a taunt, a demand. The thought of Punk atop him, thighs spread wide open around Max's hips, riding him like his life depended on it, face slackened and devastated, drifts up from the depths of his mind, and he takes a moment to appreciate it.

He'd considered it, if he's being honest. But then, Punk already thinks him lazy. Selfish. Prone to taking the easy route, and as much as Max wants Punk to do all the work, fuck himself to completion on Max's cock, to know just where his place is...

No. Better to fuck him like this. On his back, looking up at Max as Max slides into him, slow and gradual. The briefest wince as his hole is stretched around the head, then the shaft, tiny little thrusts that open him up a little bit more each time.

[streamat4am]

Tags: handjob in the winter seasons lol, rough kissing, overstimulation.

"Phoebe you sure we should be doing this right now?!"

The girl in question only smirked as she slid her hand up the wolf's shirt and hoodie, running her cold fingers along heated skin, grinning at the undeniable shudder the blonde provided mixed with a whimper. 

"You can say no, Sunshine. And I'll stop." 

The wolf captured her bottom lip between her canines, suppressing a moan as Phoebe continued her frosty teasing touches along her chest and down again to her stop, stopping at the hem of her pants.

"Talk to me, Sunshine, I wanna hear a response." 

Enid growled as she stared into beautiful brown pools of lust. 

"Y-Yes. Yes, I want you to–" The wolf moaned out loud, quickly bringing her hand to her lips and biting down her hand desperately. 

Phoebe only smirked as she continued to cradle the blonde's balls within her hand, massaging them teasingly – then moving her hand up to run her hand up the underside of the large cock. 

The wolf groaned around her hand, her cock hardening with each passing stroke and teasing over her leaking tip. 

"Bet you're glad you wore sweatpants out today, huh? Or I would've tased you senseless!" 

Enid's muffled moan was a good enough response, and Phoebe craved more of it. 

The smaller girl switched up her tactics, wrapping her hand more firmly around the base of Enid's erected cock, pressing her upper body more into the wolf's to keep themselves discreet – as she began pumping the large muscle in her hand from base to tip. 

She grinned as the wolf above her started to pant and cling to her – keeping her momentum she licked her lips when she felt Enid's precum running down her girth and onto her hand, using her wrist she gave deeper strokes allowing the blonde to lube herself. 

"Such a good puppy! Leaking like a faucet all over yourself, such a good puppy!"

Enid whimpered and moaned louder – causing the smaller girl's eyes to widen and then crash her lips against the blonde's, devouring every moan, whimper, and whine the wolf gave her.

Phoebe doubled her efforts – stroking her wolf's cock faster, getting down to the knot, occasionally squeezing it teasing that earned her a sharp and delicious moan to consume. 

She broke the kiss, hearing the soft wet sounds of her hand pumping Enid's pulsing cock – she rested her forehead against the wolf's grinning as her breaths clouded before her and disappeared against the heated skin of the blonde's. 

"So wet – fuck Sunshine, you so fucking hard and big in my hands! You gonna cum? Huh? You wanna cum in my hands? Like a good puppy."

Enid nodded desperately, her cock aching as she was so close. 

"I need an answer, pup." Phoebe grinned lustfully, watching the blonde try to form words while her hand squeezed around the large dick teasingly.

"Y-Yes! Fuck– yes, yes I am!" 

The smaller woman grinned, crashing her lips against the blonde's again, pumping her hand faster and giving shorter strokes only halfway of the thick base to the leaking tip. 

She fell more into the kiss, savoring the way the wolf's tongue fought for control against hers, such a game they loved doing despite whatever they did to each other. 

The wolf tensed up as she broke the kiss panting with her tongue lolling out, like a dog seeking thirst before a howl erupted from her that startled the punk against her, who moaned softly as she felt hot spurts of cum litter her hand. 

Phoebe bit her lip as she rested her hand against Enid's chest, pumping her cock allowing her to ride out her orgasm before releasing her after the final spurt of cum was released in her boxers. 

Enid sighed being relaxed more than she was before, forcing her to lean against the cold brick wall more for support. 

Phoebe withdrew her hand from the wolf's pants and inspected it, a small grin formed on her beautiful features as she licked her hand clean. 

"Delicious, Sunshine."

Enid grinned mellowly, wrapping her arms around the punk into a warm embrace that was instantly returned. 

"...I'll get you back for this."

"I sure hope so."

oh screw it, have the sketch! the final one i had derailed so just have the one closer to the fic

thanks wolf >:) your contribution to enid x phoebe is appreciated

[faghubby]

Evolution continues

It had been weeks since I had let Jake penatrate me in anyway. Every since the night of the sex party. I just didn't see him the same. He was more reserved he stopped even asking about where I was going or who I had been with. I would give him a hand job when he looked desperate.

Larry became less and less often but I found other men to fill in. I loved sex and was always horny. Twice sometimes three times a week I would find a man to fuck me. One night I came home late. Jake was still up. I kissed him hello and he held my arm. Not hard but firm.

"What do you want?" I teased my hand sliding into his sweat pants.

"Can't we " he whined alittle. I took him buy his hand and led him to the bedroom. He stripped me. I felt my lovers cum running down my leg.

"If you clean me, I will let you fuck me" I told him. He looked at me. Then dropped to his knees. The lights still on I knew he could see the man's cum. He didn't hesitate his tounge touching half way down my leg he licked the cum from my thigh. I laid down giving him better access as he sucked and licked cum out of my swollen cunt. It was so hot. I came twice before I pushed him away.

"You earned it" I smiled motioning him to mount me. He just looked away.

"What?" I asked rubbing his leg. I felt wet. I looked and realized he had cum in his undies.

"Someone got to excited" I teased. "Let's get you changed" I got up and grabbed a pair of my panties. Simple cotton bikini cut with straps design. I slid off his briefs and pulled the panties on him. He didn't resist.

"My little girlie husband" I teased. He blushed so red I laughed. We went to bed. Him wearing my panties as I slept next to him naked.

I woke first. I remembered that he had my panties on and pulled the covers down. He was asleep on his stomach. I pulled the panties down and grabbed some lube. I lubed his hole and my fingers. He woke as I pushed the first finger in.

"Shhh it's ok sweety, just relax" I told him he moved alittle giving me better access. I fingered him adding a second and even a third finger.

"Your ass is so greedy" I told him. I positioned him lifting his ass in the air. I took out my 6 inch punk vibrator and inserted into him. He cried out in pleasure when I turned it on. Bucking like crazy as I fucked him with it. He collapsed after only 10 minutes. He had cum in my panties.

"A man won't stop just because your done" I teased. And he lifted his ass back up. So I fucked him some more.

"You want a big hairy man to fuck you like this?" I teased. He said nothing just moved to relieve my quick thrust. I was amazed when he came a second time. This time I pulled the toy free.

"Go shower" I told him. "And Jake, I think if your going to take dick you should have no more hair then I do" I told him. Showing him my tiny little wisp of hair. As he showered I went to my favorite online sex store and ordered a strapon. Along with some other things.

When Jake got out of the shower he showed me that he had shaved from his knees to his chest. I showed him a new pair of panties I had picked for him. These where much smaller. I watched as he slid them on. His little penis was so spent it had shriveled up almost inside him.

"My little sissy husband, I have a date today" I told him.

"Do you want to dress up, like that sissy we saw at the party?" I asked him.

"No" Jake told me. I just smirked and went into the closet. I found a pair of shorts we had bought but he didn't like said they where to small. I had him put them on. They where kinda tight. I then got him his pink golfing shirt. He never wore. And sandels.

"You look like a sissy now" I told him. "Maybe we can find you a big cock to play with" I continued his face turned white.

I sat him down and gave him a pedicure and a manicure. I painted his toes bright pink.his fingers just clear. When I left to meet my lover I left my vibrator and lube out on his nightstand.

"In case you get horny" I told him. Then laid out one of my nightie.

"I want you wearing that when I get home" I told him kissed him and left.

[secretkinkz]

Master Gojo~ A short Gojo Smut

Warnings: Sex toys; Nipple clamps, vibrator, dildo, cuffs, gag ball, whip, body harness, lube, blindfold, unprotected sex, and double penetration.

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Trembling, sweating and crying. I stared at Gojo as he turn the power level up. I screamed at the intense pain and pleasure.

"You look so sexy." He ran his fingers across the red body harness I wore. 

I came for the 5th time. Whatever lube Gojo used on me, I hate it. It made me sensitive to anything.

  Gojo watched as I arched my back, tugging at the cuffs. "Aw, my baby's tired? Well, you still have energy to fight, so I guess one more wouldn't hurt." 

He pushed another egg inside of me. The vibrations were intense. He removed the gag ball and smiled.

 Drool covered my mouth. I released a shaky moan. "Come on baby, take them out, please." Gojo frowned. Grabbing the whip, he strikes my thigh twice. "Ah, what'd you just say?"

 I winced. "I'm sorry, master." Gojo gave me a look of satisfaction. He grabbed the nipple clamps and clamped both of my nipples. Moving onto the dildo.

 An evil smirk plastered on his lips. Gojo pressed the head of the huge, thick dildo against my entrance. "Please-" 

 My eyes rolled back as he shoved this moving dildo inside of me. This was too much.

 I had vibrators in my fucking ass and now a monster dildo tearing my pussy up.

 "God, fuck Gojo!" My hips bucked in reflexion, trying to get away from the invasion. It didn't work. I whimpered when he hit my g-spot and then began thrusting.

 The pain and pleasure were overwhelming.

Gojo watched in amusement as I shook violently from the pleasure. "G-Gojo, please!" He strikes me again.

 Gojo's eyes widened. He reached between my legs. "Woah baby, don't swallow the vibrators."

 He said, pulling the string out of me. I felt relief as he threw the eggs on the table. Gojo grabbed the last thing. The blindfold. He placed it over my eyes.

 I was too busy moaning and crying from the dildo until he pulled it out and placed it in my other hole. "Master?" I mumbled, noticing how quiet it was. I felt cold hands on my thighs. "Calm down, baby."

 Gojo whispered, noticing my trembling hands. "W-what are you doing?" I asked, feeling him untie the cuffs. 

"You've been a good girl, so I'm rewarding you." He untied my legs and  held them on his shoulders.

 "Gojo." I moaned as slid his cock past my entrance. "Hm?" He groaned in my ear. Gojo removed the collar that was around my neck.

 "Fuckk." I gripped Gojo's hair as he sped up. "You feel so good."

 He praised me. Moaning in my ear and gripping my waist. I felt the pressure building up in my stomach and I could no longer hold it in. 

 Gojo showered me in kisses as I came. "Good girl." I was panting like a dog as he removed the blindfold. He continued thrusting until he reached his climax. 

He collapsed next to me, panting. Gojo wrapped his arms around me. "That was amazing." I looked up at him and blushed.

 "We should try-" "No. You'll be torturing me again." Gojo chuckled. "Really? I don't remember." I sighed. 

“You remember, you stupid punk. Two weeks ago, the cosplay." I murmured, cursing him underneath my breath. 

"Oh, the time you called me daddy?" I threw a pillow at him and stood up. 

"Shower sex. What an amazing idea, baby." Gojo followed me. "No!" 

 The End~~~ 

 BDSM with Gojo, I wish. 

[sebastiansluts]

Anon Ask - Lee Bodecker, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler

Anon asked: Request! Lee/bucky/Nick have a business meeting with nude reader chained to the table. Occasionally one gets up to use her holes or piss down her throat. They carry on talking about business like she's not even there while they do it, just helping themselves whenever they need either type of release, and rough face fuck maybe?

Lee Bodecker x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader; dub/non!con, bondage, rough oral sex- face fucking, rough vaginal sex, rough anal sex, piss kink- piss drinking

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"So boys, what are today's problems?" Lee asked, sitting back in his chair and looking at Bucky and Nick. The two shared a glance, then did a quick game of rock paper scissors. Nick stood up, grinning, and walked to the other side of the table. He undid his slacks and immediately thrust his hard dick down your throat.

You gagged, whole body tensing and pulling on the chains that kept you flat to the table on your back, head hanging off one side, legs the other.

"Product is missing," Bucky sighed, ignoring your gurgling noises as Nick fucked your face hard. His hips were bruising your cheeks, his balls slapping your forehead with every thrust. He fucked his long dick in and out of your throat, bulging as he forced his way in and stayed there.

"It's not just missing, it was stolen," Nick said, as you choked, unable to breathe, limbs jerking in your chains. Just when black spots were starting to dance in your vision, Nick pulled out, letting you draw in desperately needed air before going right back to brutally fucking your face. He came down your throat as Lee sighed.

"And do we know who the thieves are?" he asked, as Bucky stood up and thrust into your lubed ass, making you scream around Nick as you were stretched. Nick began pissing, still held in your mouth, and you struggled to swallow it all, it spilling out of your mouth and down your forehead as you choked and sputtered around him.

"Yeah, it's just some punks who think they're invincible cause they're finally out of their parents' house," Bucky groaned as he pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, building up a quick pace.

Nick pulled out of your mouth, now that he was done pissing, and walked back to his chair, doing up his pants and sitting down. "He's right, they're nothing to worry about."

Lee stood up and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants open and cock out, and pissed on your face before shoving his cock into your mouth. You drank again, struggling and coughing around all the piss, making it flood down over your face.

Bucky groaned as he came, nearly drowning out Lee who grunted, "I'll decide if they're something to worry about or not," and shoved his hardening dick down your throat. You could feel his cock swelling in your mouth, wide open to accommodate his girth.

Bucky and Lee both pulled out and switched spots, Bucky pissing in your mouth and Lee fucking into your dripping pussy. "I want the product recovered, and I want to talk to these 'punks'. Go find them and bring them to me," Lee ordered as he began hammering your pussy with his hips, chasing his orgasm quickly.

Bucky sighed and pulled out of your mouth, last drops of piss hitting your lips. "Alright. Anything else?" Nick stood up, ready to leave as Bucky redid his pants.

Lee grunted, coming deep in your pussy, and said, "Nope, that'll do it. Meeting over."

Part 2

[nevesmose]

Very often I really want to keep working on the vampire fantasy novel I've been writing in various forms since 2015 (!) but I know from bitter experience that once I start on the logistics of humans having sex with them, the resulting atomic fusion of autism and horny would make all of my painstaking historical research entirely pointless.

Not even from a viewpoint of having chapter after heaving chapter of knock-down drag-out lubed-up opera-caped sucking-and-fucking leaving-some-of-the-happiness-you-bring nibbling-and-giggling stake-plunging coffin-diving action.

I mean the kind of meaningful sensory details that I as a writer would deliberately choose to emphasise in order to make you feel things. Mostly sad things because you know what's sweeter than sweet? Bittersweet.

Like how it'd help to turn up the heating and have a hot shower together beforehand even though you know it'll put your bills through the roof, or the importance of going to the effort of getting together toys/lube/whatever else to support with things they may not be physically or otherwise capable of doing no matter how much you both might wish things were different, and the emotional rawness of even trying to communicate about that at all in the first place given the sometimes very significant differences in outlook or mentality between you.

I would really really be trying to knock it out of the park with every technique at my disposal, is what I'm saying.

And the value of emphasising and showing mutual affection and attraction even during difficult times. And also the value of making stupid jokes that mean you'll break down laughing together right in the middle of everything and that being OK too. Or having your cat suddenly jump up on the bed and start giving you a death stare at the worst possible time.

Or scents, those are really evocative to people's memories often much more quickly and unconsciously than a description of how something looks or sounds can be. So if you mention how something smells, the reader's own imagination/memories will start working on your behalf to make it feel more real to them.

What's a vampire's natural scent like anyway? Dry and cinnamonish is a description Kim Newman often uses which, for all the many problems his work has, I find quite interesting. A matter of personal preference I suppose.

But maybe they put on a few drops of perfume or cologne from a bottle they've been holding on to as a memento of a very different time and the unspoken meaningfulness of sharing even a small part of that past with you, now, is indescribable.

And then there would be an epilogue that rushes through "by the way this was all happening in a vaguely 1970s diesel/cassette punk fantasy equivalent of East Germany mixed with Austria-Hungary in the aftermath of a devastating war in which the uneasily shared human-vampire government is driven to greater and greater levels of oppressiveness because of their genuinely held and probably accurate belief that any alternative would be far worse in the long term and there's a mystery our protagonists have to solve about who is poisoning the vampires' government blood rations based on the Monster With 21 Faces incident."

Abrupt.