#so pretty and flushed. just begging to be bit and pinched and who is Will to refuse

[floridazcrazy]

Whatever codependent situationship shit Will smith and Celebrini have going on reminds me of American nights

why am i yapping in the tags bruh

[ariestrxsh]

https://www.tumblr.com/ariestrxsh/769976633758220288/mommy-its-again-just-want-to-say-im-a-huge

Where Matt’s grinding on the bed and the reader is making fun of him for being desperate and rich watching right next to Matt

-🎅🏿

Anything that has to do with sub!matt and humiliation kink is my favorite thing everrr 💖

making Matt get off while his stuffed animals watch...

Matt choked out a moan, rutting his hard cock into the pillow beneath him, precum starting to soak through his pajama pants and onto his pillow case. "P-please. S-so close." The words tumbled out of Matt's smart mouth - or so it had been earlier when he'd been spouting off and being a wise ass to you.

"Not so tough now, hmm?" You cooed, brushing the back of your hand against his warm, pink cheek. You wanted to feel bad for him, but you knew he'd asked for this by talking back. Plus, he secretly liked when you made fun of him and made him wait to finish.

His pretty blue eyes flickered up at yours, silently pleading for mercy with the immense pleasure he was feeling etched into his face. "Please," he quietly begged through his heavy panting. "N-need to cum so b -"

"Not so fast!" You cruelly cut him off, reaching over and picking up one of his favorite stuffed animals. You propped him up beside you on the bed, facing the desperate boy who was nearly about to cum in his pants just from rubbing his pinned erection between his stomach and the mess of bedding beneath him. "Rich wants to watch." You shot him a smug smile.

It's not that Matt really believed his stuffed animals were sentient or anything, but he would specifically turn them around anytime he'd masturbate, because it just felt better having their beady little eyes diverted from his sinful acts.

"G-gonna make Rich watch?" He whined with a bit of discomfort in his voice, pinching his eyebrows together in a concerned expression. "Yeah, why not?" You giggled. An annoyed whine passed through his pouty lips as he continued grinding his swollen cock into the mattress beneath him.

"What was that, Rich?" You asked aloud, holding the stuffed animal up to your ear. "He does look pathetic, doesn't he?" You nodded in agreement with Rich. Matt buried his face into the bed, trying to hide how flustered he was getting.

"C'mon, Matt. Let us see that pretty face while you cum, hmm?" You cooed, tenderly running your fingers through his soft, brown hair. Suddenly, you firmly grabbed a fistful of it, gently picking his head up and making him face you. His glazed over eyes peered into yours as he rolled his hips against the soft pillow beneath him.

"That's it, pretty boy. You love having all this attention on you, don't you?" He could barely form thoughts, much less words, as he teetered on the brink of orgasm, sweet little whimpers pouring from his pink, parted lips.

He could feel that pressure in his lower stomach building and building, and before he knew what was happening, the pressure was beginning to release. Needy moans filled the air as Matt came undone, painting the inside of his boxers white.

The warm, milky liquid seeped through the several layers of clothing and sheets Matt had bunched uo beneath him. He continued gently rutting his pretty cock into the bed as he came down from his high, slowing the pace to a stop as he started to catch his breath.

His gaze wandered up to meet yours, completely humbled by the effect your teasing and degradation had on him. You admired his flushed pink cheeks, his big blue eyes, and the look of bliss he stared back at you with.

He lazily rolled over, revealing the mess he'd made in his pants and on the bed, and he immediately tried to cover it, embarrassed by how much he'd cum. You found his sheepish manner endearing, cradling his face in your palm and savoring his humiliated expression.

"C'mon, pretty boy. Let's get you all cleaned up," you whispered, leaning in and kissing him on the forehead.

[passengerprincipessa]

landoscar and piercings pretty please? but also like some feminization maybe? THANK

non-famous au landoscar + piercing (for the kink prompts)

“Wish you’d wear something tighter,” Lando murmurs, sliding up behind Oscar and nosing at Oscar’s neck, one hand slipping under Oscar’s boxy t-shirt.

Oscar laughs, dragging Lando’s hand out from where it’s crawling up his abs. “You don’t.”

“I do,” Lando whines. “Can’t see how good your tits look in this.” He brings a hand up to Oscar’s chest and tweaks Oscar’s nipple through the fabric, just for good measure.

Lando hears Oscar let out a small, helpless whimper, but Oscar bats his hand away and spins around, frowning down at Lando. It’d all be a lot more convincing if Oscar’s cheeks weren’t flushed a bright, hectic pink, his trousers slightly tented.

“What?” Lando asks innocently.

“We’re in public.”

Lando snorts. “Yeah, at a gay bar. No one gives a shit if I play with your nipples.”

Oscar lets out a tiny squeak, but he gives Lando a disapproving look as he says, “I give a shit.”

“Is this one of those situations where you’re, like, bad embarrassed?” Lando asks. “Or where you’re embarrassed because it’s hot?”

Oscar groans and squeezes his eyes shut, taking a shaky breath. “The second one,” he grits out.

“Right,” Lando says, caging Oscar in against the bar, slotting his thigh between Oscar’s legs and sliding a hand under Oscar’s shirt. “Then I’m going to play with your tits, yeah?” He slips his hand up until he feels Oscar’s nipple, pebbled and hard, the balls of his piercing on either side. “And you’re going to tell me how much you like it.”

Oscar lets out a fractured moan, hips hitching against Lando’s thigh. Lando wonders idly if he could make Oscar come in his trousers in the middle of the bar. He won’t, doesn’t want anyone but him to see what Oscar looks like when he falls apart. But when Lando brushes a thumb back and forth over Oscar’s nipple and Oscar fucking whimpers, Lando knows he could. Knows it’d take barely anything to have Oscar falling apart against his thigh.

It’s why Lando had made him get the piercings in the first place. Before Oscar, Lando had never met anyone who could come just from having their nipples played with, thought it was just, like, a thing in porn. But the first time Lando got his mouth on Oscar’s nipples, Oscar had come all over his stomach with a shocked moan, blinking down at Lando with a dazed expression.

Lando hadn’t thought Oscar would say yes when Lando brought up getting them pierced. Lando had been biting and sucking at Oscar’s nipples while Oscar rode him, and he’d pulled off, Oscar’s nipples wet and shiny with spit, and said, “They’d look so fucking good pierced.” Oscar had barely had time to get a hand on his cock before he was coming, panting out a shocked, “Lando.”

But Oscar had done it and they’d taken ages to heal and now Lando wants to enjoy them. Fucking sue him for wanting to play with his boyfriends’ tits.

Lando slides his other hand into Oscar’s hair and tugs Oscar in for a sloppy kiss, pinching Oscar’s nipple tight between his fingers as he licks into Oscar’s mouth.

But Oscar makes a frantic noise and pulls back, looking down at Lando with a desperate expression.

“What?” Lando asks, trying to sound casual as he thumbs over Oscar’s nipple.

“Lando,” Oscar pants. “You can’t—” He trails off and Lando can feel how hard Oscar is against his thigh, knows exactly how much Oscar likes this.

“Not an answer, mate,” Lando says, pressing his thigh firmly against Oscar’s cock.

Oscar whimpers, even as he pushes his chest into Lando’s hand, like he’s begging for Lando to touch him. But he still doesn’t say anything, just stares at Lando with a half-crazed expression.

Lando can’t resist teasing him a bit. “Doesn’t seem like you like it,” Lando says, pulling his hand out from under Oscar’s shirt. “Reckon we shouldn’t—”

Oscar makes an indignant noise, dragging his cock against Lando’s thigh.

Lando tsks and grips Oscar’s hips in his hands, firm, pinning Oscar against the bar. “None of that, mate,” Lando says, trying to sound unaffected. “Good boys ask for what they want, yeah?”

A moan spills out of Oscar, even as he tries to glare at Lando.

Lando grins, delighted by Oscar’s obvious desperation, and leans in to press a kiss to Oscar’s jaw, smiling when Oscar shudders. His lips are right next to Oscar’s ear when he murmurs, “You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Osc?”

Oscar whimpers, but he manages a tiny, “Yes.”

“Then ask,” Lando breathes, fingers brushing against the gap of exposed skin where Oscar’s t-shirt is still rucked up.

Oscar takes a shaky breath and whispers, “Please.”

Lando presses another kiss to Oscar’s jaw. “Please what?”

“Please—” Oscar breaks off on a small, humiliated whine. Lando thinks for a moment that he might not say it, that it all might be too much. But Oscar whispers, voice so small Lando can barely hear him, “Please play with my tits.”

Lando lets out a shocked moan, already sliding a hand up to Oscar’s nipple. “Good boy,” Lando murmurs, and pulls Oscar in for a searing kiss, swallowing Oscar’s frantic sob.

They’re still in public, after all.

[heavenlyscandal]

fem nurse!suguru geto x fem!reader

info: suguru is a female here and this is for the ladies out there who wants to have a good time with her 'cause me too

warnings: explicit, smut, nsfw, slight jealousy, slight voyeurism, reader is a bit possessive

lunch breaks with nurse!suguru weren’t always this eventful, but today? Today was different. She was perched on your lap, straddling you in your plush leather chair, her favorite dildo stuffed deep inside her, the mirror across the room reflecting every delicious detail. anyone could walk in at any moment, but they all knew better, no one disturbed you when you were with nurse!suguru.

nurse!suguru watched herself in the mirror, eyes glassy with pleasure as your hands guided her hips just enough to tease, not to satisfy. her uniform top hung open, exposing her breasts, nipples flushed and hard, while her skirt was bunched around her hips, panties pushed aside to reveal where the dildo nestled inside her slick, glistening, aching cunt

god, you loved the sight of it, her flushed face, the way her body shivered with every subtle movement. she was trying so hard to please you, trying to hold herself together.

“saw you talking to Doctor Satoru earlier,” you murmured, your voice dark with authority, your thumb brushing a circle just above the toy. “thought I told you he’s only after one thing, getting you into his bed.” your tone was possessive, and she found it so fucking hot.

“i—i’m… sorry” she whimpered, her breath catching as her thighs trembled with the effort of holding herself still. “he just… asked me… something.”

“not good enough” She whimpered at the edge in your voice. everyone in the hospital knew nurse!suguru was yours and off-limits to every other doctor, nurse, or patient. they all knew that the only one who could have her was you. but doctor satoru is just a pain in the ass.

you reached up and pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her yelp. “doctor,” she moaned, breathless and needy, her eyes half-lidded in the mirror as her body trembled. “please…”

“please what?” you demanded, your eyes locked on hers in the reflection, watching her drown in pleasure. you gave her a sudden, sharp thrust that made her cry out. “say it.”

“doctor!” she gasped, her voice nearly a sob. you covered her mouth, muffling the sound but not enough that the walls wouldn’t hear. Let them. Let them know who she belonged to.

“f-fuck… me,” she begged, her words slurred with pleasure, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. her walls fluttered around the dildo as her hips jerked helplessly against your steady hands.

a wicked smile curved your lips as you guided her hips, rocking them slowly but with purpose. “good girl,” you purred, sliding the dildo in and out, making her toes curl. “you’re so wet for me.”

her head fell back, eyes rolling, mouth open in a silent scream as you played with her clit, fingers deft and demanding. her breasts bounced with every movement, the way you’d always imagined, and her moans only made you harder.

“doctor,” she whimpered. “i’m— i’m so close…”

“then let go for me,” you whispered, your voice low and dark. You thrust up into her, hard and deep, and she shattered in your lap, her body trembling, legs spasming as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. her cries were muffled by your hand, but the sound, the sound was enough to make you moan in satisfaction.

“look at you.” you murmured, letting your hand fall away so you could watch her come undone in the mirror. “so fucking pretty when you’re mine.”

nurse!suguru's breathing slowed, her body still trembling, her head resting on your shoulder. you held her close, the intimacy of the moment electric between you.

authors note: happy pride to all of you out there! <3

written by angelonfire | plagiarism not authorized

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 23 - Nipple Clamps

pairing: dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

summary: Wanda uses nipple clamps on you.

content warnings: nipple clamps, thigh riding, hickeys

word count: 1.3k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

The only thing you feel is Wanda. Her hands, her hair brushing over your cheek, her lips pressed against yours. Her tongue, strong as it presses against yours. Soft hands roaming up and down your sides, her hips pressed against yours as she presses you further into the couch. 

A character laughs on the TV, and you blink as Wanda pulls back slightly. 

“Can we try something?” Wanda asks, her voice soft. One of her hands comes up to cup your warm cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin when you smile up at her. 

“Of course, love,” you say, twisting your head and pressing a gentle kiss against her palm. You watch her smile at the action, resisting the urge to roll your hips up into hers. 

“You know how you’re very… sensitive?” Wanda asks, her hands moving to your chest. You flush, already feeling your hard nipples poking through the fabric of your sweatshirt. “Well, I thought of something that could, let's say, elevate the experience for you.”

Tilting your head at her, you watch Wanda as she reaches into her pocket. The sound of metal chains clinking together intrigues you, and you swallow harshly as she reveals a set of nipple clamps.

They’re beautiful, with a delicate gold chain swinging between them and rubber-tipped ends on the clamp so you won’t accidentally hurt yourself by breaking the sensitive skin of your nipples. You can feel yourself getting more aroused just by looking at them, and you lick your lips slightly. 

“I think I’m going to like this idea of yours,” you whisper, hearing another character laugh on the screen. You tune it out, your senses completely honed in on Wanda and the nipple clamps in her hand.

“Good. I thought you might,” Wanda murmurs, one hand coming down to play with the hem of your sweatshirt. “Take this off for me, baby.”

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the command, and you sit up slightly as you pull your sweatshirt off. Feeling Wanda’s warm hands on your stomach, you lie back as you drop the fabric to the floor, sighing in pleasure as her fingers glide on your skin. 

Her touch is warm, her fingers light and gentle as they sweep over your skin. You can feel goosebumps erupt in their wake, your hands resting lightly on her hips. Wanda’s fingers work their way up your stomach, pausing just underneath your nipples, a small smile on her face.

Arching into her hands, you silently beg her to touch you more. All she needs to do is just… reach up a bit further, your nipples straining with need. 

“So good for me,” she murmurs. “So responsive, just the way I like you.”

A whine escapes your lips, and you look at her with desperation in your eyes. All she does is smile back at you, her hands slowly moving up. Her fingers graze your nipples, and you moan. The sound is low, your need growing with each teasing second. 

“Please,” you beg, your hands gripping her hips firmly. “Touch me.”

Wanda smiles wider at that, her hand finally pinching your nipple. You let out a groan, your core throbbing with need as pain and pleasure erupt at the action. Arching your back, you press your chest further into her hand, wanting, no, craving more. 

The fingers against your nipple roll and twist, stimulating the hard nub while you softly whine and whimper. Your hips thrust up against Wanda’s, but you barely notice the action. Your chest is full of sensations, and you suddenly have the urge to beg. 

“Please put the clamps on,” you plead. Wanda’s face lights up, her smile blinding as she chuckles at your desperation. “Please, I need them.”

“Who am I to deny my pretty toy when it begs so prettily,” Wanda responds, her fingers disappearing from your chest and fiddling with the clamps. 

You take a moment to control your breathing, feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Excitement and arousal fill you, your eyes locked on Wanda’s face. God, she’s beautiful. You’re so lucky to have a girlfriend who is just as kinky as you are. 

“Try and stay quiet for me,” Wanda says, a smirk appearing on those perfect lips. You nod feebly, pressing your lips together tightly. 

Wanda places the first clamp around your right nipple, positioning the rubber tips perfectly over your hard nub. You smother a moan, feeling her tighten the clamp as pain and pleasure blend together. 

“Let me know if it gets too tight,” Wanda whispers, her green eyes glancing between your face and your chest. 

You nod, a whimper escaping you as she continues to tighten it. “That’s good for now,” you gasp out, feeling your pain threshold nearing its end. 

Wanda raises an eyebrow at you, taking in your furrowed brow and tense muscles. She loosens the clamp slightly, until you relax underneath her. Her fingers quickly attach the other clamp to your left nipple, tightening it to match your right clamp. 

“How does that feel?” Wanda asks, not giving you the chance to respond. Her fingers tug on the delicate gold chain between the clamps, pulling your nipples away from your body slightly. 

“Holy fuck,” you gasp, watching your nipple become taut as Wanda pulls. A deep, pleasant ache emanates from your nipples, and you feel your hips begin to rut up again. 

“Stay still, baby. Let me play with you,” Wanda says, squeezing her thighs tight around your hips to hold you in place. You gasp, your breaths heavy as your chest heaves. Fuck, you’ve never been this aroused from some simple foreplay before. 

Wanda tugs on the chain again, one hand gently resting on your sternum to keep you in place. She watches in fascination as she pulls your nipples away from your body, your breasts swinging gently as she does so. 

She has the urge to lean down and bite on them, so she does. 

At the feeling of Wanda’s teeth sinking into your chest, you let out a low moan, unable to keep quiet any longer. Her lips provide suction, and you know that your chest will be littered with dark hickeys by the end of tonight. 

“Baby,” you moan, your words cut off as she tugs sharply on the chain. 

“No talking,” Wanda mutters, before dragging her tongue over your skin and biting down into your other breast. 

It’s difficult, to not move and to not speak, but somehow you manage. Your knuckles are white from how hard you’re squeezing Wanda’s hips, and you flush as you begin to feel your arousal building as a damp patch appears on your crotch. 

“Oh,” she pulls back, her eyes dark. “I can feel how worked up you are.”

You pant, not denying it. A desperate, hungry sort of look is on your face, and Wanda finds it absolutely delicious. 

Moving quickly, Wanda wraps her hands around your waist and moves you. She positions herself on the couch in a seated position, your hips straddling her thighs as your back faces her. Your eyes watch the screen, your vision slightly blurred.

“Let me just,” Wanda murmurs, leaning in and grabbing the gold chain with her teeth. She leans back, pulling the chain with her as your nipples are pulled taut again. 

You moan, your fingers gripping her knees almost painfully. Your hips move on her thigh, grinding your overheated core against her thighs. It feels so… fucking… good. 

“Stop,” Wanda whispers, tugging harshly on your chain. 

Whimpering, you turn around to look at her. Those perfect green eyes smile back at you, and she gently turns your face toward the screen again.

“Stay still and let me play with you,” Wanda murmurs, squeezing your breasts as she licks your neck. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you cum after the movie is over.”

You bite back a whine, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you feel her slowly begin to play with your chest again, the nipple clamps tight and sending pleasure shooting down to your core. 

This was going to be the longest movie you’d ever watched.

[adorehyyuka]

drooly beomie <3

smut mdni

warnings; sub!beomgyu duh, he's wearing a skirt and thigh highs, degradation, dacryphilia, feminization, pinching, face grabbing, grinding/dry humping, hair pulling, tiniest bit of nipple play, best friends to ??, readers gender or body isn't really described, dumb drooly beomgyu <3

he sat perched on top of your lap. his pink thigh high clad knees resting either side of your hips. tears welled in Beomgyu's eyes while his lips and chin wobbled, his sparkling irises staring into yours. You cooed, "awe, what's the matter sweetheart ? feeling frustrated ?"

he whined and let out a choked sob, you laughed at his trembling state and brought your hands down from his waist to caress the skin of his squishy thighs. "this 's embarrassing ! why're you being so mean"

"mean ? you're the whore who begged for this, who begged to be played with by his best friend, aren't you ?"

"n-no ! just wanted you to touch me, not tease me . . .".

"well what's the point in that ? it's boring unless I get to see what a mess you can be" he frowned at your words and attempted to grind his crotch against yours so he could gain some friction, which did not go down well as you promptly pinched his thigh with one hand and gripped his waist firmly with the other. he squealed and squirmed as you continued to pull at his thigh.

"you're such a slut, beomie. can't even sit still for five minutes without wanting something against your drippy little cock" said man sniffled again and bunched up his frilly skirt between his fists, fiddling and pulling to try and distract himself from the warmth of your hands.

" 'm not little ! just fucking touch me already !" he regretted raising his voice as soon as he saw your jaw clench. Beomgyu's eyes grew wide and he tried to splutter out an apology but before he could do so you grabbed his face and pulled it close to yours, mushing his cheeks together in the process. his eyes were puffy and red, his nose and cheeks the same hue as you proceeded to berate him.

"shut the fuck up. if you want me to touch you at all you'll be quiet and behave, otherwise I'll leave you here with blue balls, understand ?" he nodded and tried to ignore the flush of heat he felt when you glared at him, the shine of your lips when you spoke and the pulsing of his needy dick whenever you shifted underneath him.

"good"

unable to resist the temptation any longer you closed the gap between yourself and Beomgyu by pressing your lips to his. he reciprocated immediately, panting and licking into your mouth as soon as he was able to part your lips. and although your chest was flush against his, Beomgyu was somehow still trying to push closer to you, drool and tears were dripping off his chin and soiling his pretty outfit but you continued to let him smother you with himself anyway.

as much as you didn't want to admit it Beomgyu was starting to affect your composure. his constant whining and the way he was practically choking on your tongue —all by his own doing— was sending you reeling with pleasure as your stomach did somersaults.

"Beomie— shit. slow down, sweetheart." he whined in detest to your statement and began sucking the skin of your jawline into his mouth, making sure that it would bruise. he was leaving you breathless, which you could not have.

you gripped his hair like it was a kittens scruff and yanked so hard Beomgyu swore he saw stars, hips jolting upwards to try and feel something against him. "fuck you're so desperate. didn't I tell you to behave, hm ? what would your friends say if they saw you acting like such a depraved slut. you'd probably like it, you'd get off to your friends watching you fall apart ?"

"yes, fuck, please. need you so bad, wouldn't care if anyone saw me just need you to touch me." his hips were starting to twitch again, you could see him fighting the urge to hump you like a fucking dog. his eyes were just too pretty though, so glossy and cute you couldn't resist him.

"c'mon then, grind your pathetic little dick against me and make yourself cum."

the last piece of his self control fell away as soon as your finger tips grazed his perky nipples, his brain going haywire with pleasure so much so that you had to start moving his hips for him after a couple minutes. "oh —shit. thank y-youu, feels so good oh my god !"

tears, snot and drool were smeared all over his face now, hair glued to his cheeks and neck from sweat as well. every movement and every touch sent jolts of pleasure to his tummy. he could feel his orgasm building up at a humiliatingly fast pace, he blamed it on all your foreplay teasing."so pretty for me, beomie. so cute and dumb. look at you, your legs are shaking !"

this would be embarrassing if he wasn't so far gone. but instead all he found was satisfaction from your teasing. grunting, moaning and sobbing into your jugular he stuttered out ,

"cummingg, f-fuh. . fuck I'm coming !"

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tag list is open @cinnikoi @zzstar @mini-mews

[wrathofrats]

Zephyr being a hard Dom to minute man Ifrit makes me go insane /pos. I just thought about them putting a cockring on him to prevent him from cumming because they want to tease his tits and he shoots too fast and they want to take their *time* with him.

I can't help but think they'd tease the hell out of him, and say more and more humiliating things, until eventually Ifrit's whining and his eyes are watering and his nipples are red and puffy, and Zephyr can't help but cruelly whisper. "They're so swollen, they look ready to *leak*."

The cockring is the only thing that keeps Ifrit from cumming all over himself, but it doesn't stop him from starting to sob and beg with broken moans and wails, *way* past caring who hears him.

But Zephyr just leans down to mutter almost directly into Ifrit's mouth as they continue to pluck those hot, swollen little nubs. "Not until you leak for me, My Little Flame..."

Kinktober day 5: domsub/lingerie

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground

Read now or on ao3

Zephyr/ifrit

Explicit, 1k, warnings: masochism, sadism, tit torture, kinda forcefem? No mentions of like, being a girl just calling ifrits chest tits and he has a bralette on, kinda lactation kink (kinda), some degrading, orgasm denial

“Do you have to …?”

Ifrit had a tight grasp in the sheets. His claws dug into the mattress as zephyr did their best to go as slow as possible putting a cock ring on him. Touching and stroking along his shaft with every inch, running their finger along the vein on the underside that always made ifrit kick and moan.

The lacy black bralette cupped his pecs perfectly, barely covered them fully as his nipples poked out from the thin fabric. He looked pretty, a delicate contrast to his muscular frame.

“Yes wildfire, sometimes you don’t know how to control yourself”

Admittedly sometimes ifrit was too sensitive for his own good. Easily worked up by his boyfriend by just some suggestive touching, to the point that there were times it was hard to do any more mischievous teasing to get him really riled up. But that was the fun part, zephyr playing the game of “how much is too much” until ifrit was embarrassed and cumming on his stomach with just a couple strokes.

Or times like these where zephyr had other plans so that they could truly take their time with him.

“Zeph please I’ll be good” ifrit whined. It was uncomfortable, the humiliation of even having a cock ring on already making him more turned on than he’d like to admit, even if zephyr already knew the little secret anyways. The tight pressure at the base of his shaft only continued to remind him of how easy he was, along with the lacy lingerie rubbing against his skin.

Their hands skate up his sides, groping at the bit of fat that rounded out his hips and brushing his thumbs over his navel. Even more innocent touches had him tense in anticipation.

“Could just play with your chest for as long as I want” zephyr mused, cupping his pecs and pushing them together a bit to watch as a bit of cleavage formed in the bra, “you always shoot so early when I get a hand on your tits baby”

“Don’t- they’re not-“ ifrit squeaked, contrastingly shoving his chest up for zephyr to get a better hand on, practically begging him to touch them even if he knows it will only bring him pain after a while. His chest was already feeling too hot and tender, making him wince whenever zephyr would go back to pinching his nipples hard enough for him to see stars.

“Well if they’re not then why do you always get so hard when I call them that?” Zephyr moved to pinch at his nipples before ifrit could give a proper response, or at least whatever he could manage in this state.

His skin was burning hot underneath zephyrs touch, blood rushing to the area as they continued to tug and grab harshly in order to get ifrits eyes watering. He was flushed from his cheeks down his chest, a deep red hue that zephyr adored. They gave another rough squeeze as ifrit whimpered, zephyr looking up to see tears starting to cling to his lashes.

“Almost want to fuck your chest instead of sitting on your cock wildfire” zephyr licked a fat stripe between his pecs as they pushed them together for emphasis, letting a line of drool drop from their tongue as they lifted their head to look at ifrit with spit still connecting to his skin.

“Why?” Ifrit tried not to straight up whine, pent up from the cock ring that was starting to almost feel painful and fully expecting zephyr to at least let him fuck them for his troubles. But zephyr didn’t seem anywhere near merciful today, an almost malicious smile coming to their lips whenever ifrit moaned painfully.

“You don’t cry when you fuck me like you do when I get my cock between your tits.” Ifrits eyes crossed at zephyrs words, stuffing his fist into his mouth trying not to wake up the whole abbey.

They got some sick satisfaction at how sensitive they could make Ifrits chest, if they were lucky he would be feeling this for a week at least. Every moment of friction only made ifrit tear up more. His nipples were inflamed, red and puffy as zephyr continued to press and pull on them.

“They’re so swollen, they look like they’re ready to leak”

The cock ring is the only thing that keeps ifrit from cumming all over himself, but it doesn’t stop the broken wail that rips through him and past the fist he has shoved in his mouth. He doesn’t care who hears him at this point, just needs zephyr to stop torturing him and let him cum.

His cock was flushed a deep purple at this point, pre almost pouring from the tip every time zephyr touches his chest. Painful, and tender, and ifrit can’t get enough.

Zephyr leaned down to move the lace aside and take one of his tits in his mouth, soothing over the mistreated skin with his tongue. The rough feeling of his taste buds feel like sandpaper over his raw flesh as tears fall down ifrits face. He’s a good boy, can’t pull zephyr away when he knows how much they want this.

“It hurts Zeph-“ ifrit gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as zephyr grazed their teeth along his nipple. His body shook as he gripped the sheets, trying to bear the pain, “please, please make me cum I’ve been good-“

Zephyr lifted their head, mouthing up the side of his neck. Ifrit was always weak for the spot just under his jaw, licking and sucking until his tears slowed down enough for him to catch his breath.

“Doing so well for me, my good boy, always take what I give you so perfectly” zephyr soothed. They had a gentle hand toying with the ends of his hair, sliding it to cup at his jaw. The bralette continued to rub over his skin, only making it even more raw.

“Can I cum? Please take it off Zeph..” ifrit whimpered. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, lulling back to give zephyr more access to suck at his skin. Dizzy, overly hot and zephyr would sometimes accidentally rub against his chest which made him flinch as the skin started to get more tender with time.

Zephyr hovered over his lips, moving to whisper directly into ifrits mouth with another pluck of those hot, swollen little nubs,

“Not until you leak for me my little flame”

[ohimsummer]

✧˖°. bully! satoru (ft. a bit of bully! suguru)

— minors dni, dubcon?, suggestive, satoru is an asshole but we already knew this

Satoru Gojo sucks. That was just the plain and the short of it, as blunt as you could be. He was obsessed with you and he was hellbent on making it your problem and anyone else’s if they got in his way. But it’s not like that happened often, what kind of dumbass would so choose to defy the great Satoru? Besides yourself, of course.

“Please don’t be mean to me, Gojo.”

He looks down at you through the blue lens of his sunglasses, looking figure pressing yours almost flush against the brick wall. Both of you can tell your command has no bite to it. You watch him leer over the features of your face, the usual devilish grin marked on his lips as he decides how to torment you next.

“Mean?” He reaches two fingers to your plump cheeks, sinister giggles ringing at your feeble attempts to pull his arm away by the wrist. Gojo relishes in the sharp whine that escapes your lips as he pinches the soft skin between his fingers. He gives a light tug to pull your face closer to his, voice dropping an octave as he leans into you. “You call this mean? This is just a little teasing, it’s not that serious. It could be a whole lot worse, y’know?”

He eyes the quivering of your lips, and all Gojo can think about is plaguing you with his presence until you don’t even have the energy to beg anymore. Not that it would take long, he’s already spent half the semester breaking you down. Snapping your bra straps, having you strip for him in a storage closet, and God forbid you wear a cute little cami unless you want him to yank you into his car again and tear it right off you. Your skirts were even starting to rot away in the back of your closet, neglected due to your fear of provoking him. One too many times you unknowingly showcased the soft plushness of your thighs in Gojo’s face, gave him peeks of your panties when the wind blew a little too hard or you leaned over a little too far. It took days for the hand-shaped bruises to fade, but sometimes you can still feel phantom pains from the harsh bites of his canines. You couldn’t escape Satoru, not even when you were alone and especially when he could have eyes on you if he was away.

“Suguru!” He gives a toothy grin to his best friend who approaches from the right. Geto raises a hand from his pocket to give a small wave, eyeing your trembling figure that Gojo has cornered against the wall.

“You bullying this one again, Satoru?”, he muses. You’ve talked to Suguru before, and though he seems far kinder than his cocky other half, the look in those eyes is anything but merciful.

“Oh, c’mon, we’re just talking!”, Satoru pouts and turns his attention back to you. “Aren’t we, sweetheart?” He wraps an arm around your waist to tug you against him, where you feel the pronounced hardness of his dick against your thigh. A silent plea for mercy feels like it’d be in vain at this point, though it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Suguru’s smirk widens, and all you can do is think it’s unfair how pretty he and Satoru look, and how that makes it all the more easier for them to make you bend to their will.

“Well, if that’s all, I suppose I have time to join in. Looks like quite the conversation, yeah?”

Geto’s statement sends your heart plummeting to the depths of your tummy, and Satoru cuts you off before you can even attempt to find an excuse out of there.

“Of course!” Satoru pulls you out into the open, and the safer feeling of the brick is replaced with the warmth of Suguru’s chest. You’re trapped between them in this empty hall with no escape in sight, and they’ll definitely be sure to keep you here a while.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

9. Strap On- Loki

Minors DNI

-Loki looked up at you, a bit of fear in his eyes but also nothing but delight on his face, which made you smile softly, enjoying how he was looking at you.

-You had just strapped on the harness around your hips, a dildo bobbing in the air after you had just connected it, looking down at Loki who was bound and exposed to you, a spreader bar holding his legs apart and up, exposing his most sensitive area to your greedy eyes.

-The two of you had done this before, as Loki wanted to be on the receiving end from time to time, but this time was different, as he was bound, unable to do anything against your whims.

-You held the dildo, letting it slap down on his balls and he moaned softly as you rocked against him, feeling your face flush lightly, seeing how pretty he looked, “Ooh~ we may have to do this more often- you look so good like this~”

-You held onto the dildo, slapping it against his shaft and balls lightly, not enough to hurt, just to stimulate him as he was quickly whining, “Y/N- hurry up and put it in! I want it!” he threw his head back with a groan leaving his lips as you gave a particular rough slap, something he loved, “You’re in no position to be making demands, Loki~”

-He whined, begging you and you felt your back arch at the sound, it felt so delicious to be in control like this before you decided to be merciful, for now, grabbing the lube and preparing both your dildo and his ass, making him whine more as you were taking your time.

-You tapped the tip against his entrance, making his back arch with another pitiful whine, “Please Y/N! Put it in all read- yes- yes- YES!!”

-As he was begging you pushed inside, giving him exactly what he wanted, sinking to the deepest parts almost instantly and he threw his head back, his tongue lolling out in pleasure, before his head snapped up as you didn’t move.

-You smirked down at him as he tried to buck his hips, “Keep going- don’t tease!” your smile widened, seeing him acting so desperately, before you started, your pace slow, too slow as he kept whining, begging you for more.

-Your hands stretched up his chest, one hand pinching at his nipples, making him cry out with the pleasurable pain, while the other smoothed up his cheek, brushing his hair back so you could see his eyes better, “You’ll take what I’ll give you. Good boys get rewarded if they’re patient.”

-Loki glared, trying to get you to go harder, “I don’t want to be patient!! I want you to fuck me!!”

-You pulled back, your hands sliding up his thighs before one hand reached for something on the bed, a remote, and his eyes went wide as you clicked it and the dildo within him buzzed to life, only on the lowest setting, but it made Loki throw his head back in pleasure.

-You smirked down at him, resuming your slow pace and keeping the vibrations low, “Let’s see how much I can get you to beg for me~~”

-Loki had hearts in his eyes at these words, feeling nothing but pure love for you, hearing you teasing him as he knew he was going to be in for a fun night.

[binkle77]

Ryomen Sukuna is just too much for you to handle.

second fic ever my friend @flowers801 helped me hehe :3

cw: dubcon

"How did I even get here?" you mumble to yourself, trying to take in your surroundings. The last thing you remember before waking up in this dark, unknown place was fighting a few cursed spirits. You don't have much time to process what's going on before you realize a man is standing in the doorway, staring at you intently. "Who are you, and why am I here?" you ask in a shaky voice as you lean back against the bed frame, trying to create even more distance between you two. He grins as he steps forward. "Ryomen, Ryomen Sukuna." Sukuna..? There is no sorcerer who doesn't know that name.

He notices how puzzled you look and thinks it would be fun to tease you a bit. While in your own thoughts, he's already managed to make his way to the bed you're sitting on, practically hovering over you. "I brought you here because you were on the verge of death." He pauses for a moment, trying to savor the horrified look on your face. "I thought that you would make a nice plaything," he says, shooting you an evil grin while one of his many hands slowly trails down your body.

immediately grabbing the sheets covering yourself as you flinch away from his grasp. He laughs maliciously at your pathetic attempt at escaping his touch. It just makes him want you even more. “Where's my thank you?” He says in a teasing tone. “For what?” you mumble, still afraid of him “For saving you, you fucking brat." He says in a tone that leaves no question of his authority. You flinch once more at his tone, a quiet “Thank you” leaving your lips. “For?” he says, egging you on. You blush with an embarrassed look on your face. “For saving me…” he glares at you with his piercing red eyes. “Who saved you?” You try to turn your face away so as not to meet his menacing gaze, but he grabs your chin with his toned hand and forces you to look at him. “Keep your eyes on me, silly girl.” 

Being forced to meet his gaze, you stare into his eyes and say, “Thank you for saving me..Sukuna.” He has a wicked smile on his face, as he says. “That's Lord Sukuna to you.” you roll your eyes “Thank you, Lord Sukuna.” you say in an annoyed tone. His smile fades as soon as he hears your tone. “So fucking ungreatful.” he says, pinning you with two of his arms to his bed. “What gives you the right to have such an attitude towards your savior, hmm?” he whispers into your ear while his extra hands lightly grope over your body. You softly moan when he pinches your nipples. You quickly force your hand over your mouth to stop your own noises. “Nope..I want to hear all the pretty moans you make for me.” 

He rips your hand from your mouth using one arm and then grabs your other arm and pins them above your head. His other two arms continue to grope your body even rougher than before. You try to stop your moans refusing to give in to him, but this just makes him even more upset. “You fucking brat.” he says, gritting his teeth before roughly biting your neck. You can't stop the loud cry that leaves your mouth. His teeth are razor sharp, biting hard enough to break skin. “Sukuna enough, please.” you beg. “Only good girls get rewarded. I told you to call me Lord Sukuna.” He groans, Stuffing his thigh between your legs, you begin to grind your hips, your soft clit perfectly rubbing on his thick thigh. You can feel him flexing and unflexing his muscles.  

You hate to admit it, but being this intimate with Sukuna only leaves you craving more of him. You begin to quickly rut your hips into his thigh, but it simply isn't enough you need him inside you. He looked intently at you, his face a little flushed. “You want more?” You nod your head quickly. "Well, only good girls get my cocks, so you’ll have to fuck yourself on me.” Tears form in your eyes. “Please don't make me. I can't," he smiles devilishly "Well, that's too fucking bad.” He flips you on top of him, still somehow having complete control over you even though he's under you. He opens his robe, and for the first time tonight you see his massive cocks on full display. 

Your mouth hangs open, and he laughs egotistically. “Think you can handle them?” he asks with a devious smirk. You shake your head. No, there's absolutely no way you could handle one of his massive cocks, let alone two. He grabs your jaw once more. He's so close to your face that you can feel his breath against your lips. “Use your words, brat.” you whimper "I can’t take them, L-Lord Sukuna.” Your already red face burns even brighter. “You can and you will.” He simply responds, not caring for your excuses. “You just have to make them fit.” A massive smile flashes across his face. Two of his arms lift up and rest themselves behind his head. Feigning relaxation, but his leaking cocks say otherwise. 

You begin to try and sink down on him, your stomach tightening as you try and take in one of his cocks “You have to loosen up for me, brat.” You shake your head no, leading him to frown and say, “Speak.” with two of his hands on your hips, grinding you back and forth on the little amount of his dick that you’ve taken in. You let out a yelp before you forced yourself to speak, as tears fell from your eyes. “But they won’t fit, Lord Sukuna-“ he cut you off before thrusting both dicks completely into your holes. “I’ll just have to make them fit since you’re so fucking useless." You scream, never having felt so full in your entire life. Your back arches, feeling like he just tore you in half with his cocks. The feeling leaves your head spinning.  

Suddenly feeling something warm rub against your already sopping wet folds, you look down, seeing a gaping mouth on his stomach with a tongue starting to lick your sensitive clit."I haven't even raised a finger and you're soaking wet for me, what a little slut you are.” he says teasingly. You begin to grind against the oversized tongue while starting to bounce up and down on his huge cocks, moving slowly trying to get accustomed to his inhuman size. His tongue begins to lap up both of your juices that are leaking out of you. “You taste so sweet for a whore.” You hear him speaking, not registering his words, as you bounce up and down on his thick cocks. 

You start to clench around his cocks. “You better not be thinking about cumming without permission.” he says in a cruel tone as he smacks your ass so hard that it stings. “C-Can I cum Lord Sukuna.” you say in a pleading tone. “Beg for it you stupid slut.” he demands "Please, Lord S-Sukuna Let me cum i wanna be a good girl for you.” you beg him, tears flowing freely from your eyes. “No. Only good girls get to cum, if you cum I’ll punish you.” He flips you over and begins to relentlessly fuck your abused pussy. You feel his cocks twiching inside you, a telltale sign he's about to cum. You squirm in his grasp. A mixture of moans, ‘Please’ and his name leave your mouth like a prayer before he sloppily thrusts into you once, then twice more before he cums deep inside both of your holes filling you to the brim. you could almost cum from the feeling of him filling you up but you wouldn't dare disobey his order in fear of whatever punishment he could conjure up so you hold it in. “Maybe next time you'll get to cum.” he says as he pulls his softening cocks out of your ruined holes, cum seeping down your legs. He chuckles once more before he walks away to go take a shower, leaving you alone on his bed. 

[jeonginsdiary]

Part two for the stretching fic!

Lee: Seungmin

Ler(s): Minho (+ a tiny bit of Chan)

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

Based off of this old live!

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A Bunny’s Vengeance

“Stop touching my feet!” Seungmin complained as Felix would not stop latching his fingers on to the area. It didn’t really bother him, but his cheeks were heating up at the thought of this being on live with thousands of people watching.

Felix only laughed, removing his hands just to put them back on minutes later. Eventually, Seungmin gave up and allowed the older to do so. It’s not like anything bad would happen, right?

After a while, the vocalist had relaxed, almost forgetting about Yongbok who rubbed his hands along his ankles and feet.

That was until the deep voiced boy brought his hands up to curl his fingers underneath Seungmin’s toes.

Letting out a sharp squeal, the younger pulled his leg back, a wide smile etched on his face. “Don’t do that!” He whined, bringing his leg back only for Felix to repeat the same motion on the ball of his foot. “Stahap!” He couldn’t help but giggle, face flushing bright pink after all of the members had turned their attention to him.

Minho smirked. “Is someone too ticklish?” He teased, making his way over to the younger and pouncing on top of Seungmin no matter how much he resisted. Pinning him to the bed, he wasted no time in massaging his fingers into the vocalists lower sides. Satisfied with the screech produced by the boy as he grabbed at the older’s invading hands. “I think so~” Lee Know cooed.

“Stahahap hyung! We’re on live!” Seungmin felt his cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

“Make me.” Minho deadpanned, reaching down to the younger boy’s hips and kneading into them. A scream ripped from the vocalists throat, loud laughter following.

“Gehet off of me yohou asshole!” Seungmin snapped through his hysterics, receiving wide eyes and warnings from the rest of his members.

All it took was for Minho to give Jisung a single glance. It was like they were telepathic because Han seemed to understand what the older wanted. In a matter of seconds, Seungmin’s arms were ripped from his sides, where he was so desperately trying to cover himself. “Stop! Don’t come any closer guys!” The vocalist nearly begged. But it was too late.

Without warning, Chan poked into his ribs for fun. Making sure to press in deep for Seungmin’s adorable high pitched laughter.

“Should we help him?” Jeongin asked, watching the older crumble under the two pairs of hands tickling him. After all, he had been in that position for what felt like a million times.

“Yehehehes! Hehelp me- AGH!”

To shut him up, Minho decided to stick a finger into his navel, poking and scratching the area. “

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin couldn’t help but scream out. Though, the vocalist was somewhat relieved when Chan left his ribs alone in favor of reading STAYS comments.

Lee Know glared at the maknae. “If you help him, you’re getting it even worse. And he’s already gonna get it pretty bad for calling me an asshole.”

Jeongin felt shivers down his spine. “Sorry hyung…” He nervously giggled, choosing to hide behind Changbin who would probably protect him if one of the members decided to launch a tickle attack.

“This is what you get for tickling me yesterday!” The dancer crab pinched up and down the younger’s vulnerable sides with his first three fingers.

“Ahahahahaha! It’s nohot my fault yohou were stretching!” Seungmin bit back, trying to pull himself up when the pinching moved down to his lower sides.

The rest of the members all oohed at Lee Know.

“No way Seungmin was able to tickle you! Normally you overpower him.” Yongbok laughed from the other bed. Receiving mumbles of agreement from the boys.

The second oldest could feel his ears heating up. “Shut up! Changbin was holding me down, what was I supposed to do!” He retorted, the urge to wreck Seungmin growing even more at how embarrassed he was.

“Yohohou were cute thohohough,” The victim said truthfully, loving how Minho glared at him with a blush spreading across his face.

Lee Know was mortified! Especially with however many people were watching this live right now…

“I’m gonna kill you.”

And with that said, the dancer brought his elbow down, rubbing it into the boy’s hip. Seungmin squealed, arching his back and tugging at his restrained arms.

“NOHOHOHO! WHAHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOING! DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” The poor boy went ballistic. To be fair, out of all the tactics Minho used to tickle him, he never used this one. It was strange, but, nonetheless, extremely sensitive.

“Does it tickle?” The older smiled. “I didn’t know if it would, but by the looks of it, you’re going crazy!” Lee Know brought his elbow up to Seungmin’s protruding ribs, using the same method that nearly killed the boy.

“NOOOOOHOHOHO!” The vocalist slammed back down from his arched position, twisting around in feeble attempts to escape.

“You can’t go anywhere~” The older teased, watching as Seungmin’s laughter eventually silenced. He kicked around, throwing his head back with the cutest smile etched onto his face.

Not being able to beg, or even pull his arms down, he did the only thing he could think of. Mouthing the words “please” over and over again, he hoped Minho would take the message.

And sure enough, the older boy made out the desperate, yet silent, begging of the younger. “Hey, you were teasing me for mouthing words but now you’re doing it!” But once again, the dancer was met with a ton of teases from his members.

“How bad did Seungmin get you? I’ve never seen you beg silently! I thought you were too mighty and cool for that,” Hyunjin cooed while Lee Know’s humiliation grew.

And so did his determination to not stop.

After Minho didn’t let up, Jisung released the vocalist’s arms out of pity. Maybe Seungmin would feel a little better with some freedom.

Just as expected, the moment the younger could, his arms shot down. He clawed at Minho’s elbow that would not stop massaging so ticklishly into his lower ribs.

And finally, his voice came back. “NONONONONOHOHOHOHO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin arched his back as high as he could, just to come crashing down.

“Aw~ Can Minnie not handle it?” Lee Know teased, but he was not expecting the younger to do what he did next…

Quickly, Seungmin reached his now freed hand down, slipping it into what he assumed to be the older’s belly button and pushing in as deep as he could.

“do-OOOON’T!” Minho jumped back, shoving that evil finger away from his navel. “Okay okay, I’m done! Don’t tickle me!” He moved away from the boy.

“They’re finished now,” Chan told the camera, pulling the younger into his lap and holding him there to prevent any further tickle attacks.

“You started this!” The vocalist scowled at Felix, playfully shoving at him with his foot. The deep voiced boy only grinned, happy that he got to see Seungmin’s big smile.

And just like that, the rest of the live continued normally. But not without Seungmin and Minho throwing each other joking glares and an occasional poking contest to see who could hold out longest…

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I’m doneee

Please tell me you guys get the elbow thing omg😭😭

If you don’t get it it’s like using your elbow and rubbing it on someone IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN

Stay healthy!

[sylkiddsey]

Brettsey Appreciation Week Day 7- Free Choice

Wrote a little married Brettsey Drabble🫶🏻🫶🏻

She doesn’t work with her husband often anymore. When she moved out to Portland, she and Matt had a long talk about next steps. One of them included a discussion about whether they could work at the same firehouse again.

She wanted to. She did. She loved the idea of seeing him all the time, back in action. It’s just she knew that it might not be the greatest idea for their marriage.

Truth is that the marriage had changed a lot for her. Matt Casey is her husband now. They’re together for the rest of their lives after so much time apart. She hadn’t seen him in danger in years and she realized it’s different now.

It’s harder to separate their love life and professional lives now that she wears his ring, and they have a child together. She knew deep down that she couldn’t just turn off her wife instincts. She also knew Matt wouldn’t be able to not treat her like his wife.

They both decided that it was best she took a position at a different firehouse. That way they could leave work at home and focus on their marriage. If they worked together again, Matt would probably undermine her to keep her safe and she’d probably break down and beg him to quit the next time he almost dies in front of her.

Neither of them wanted to do that to one another so Sylvie took a job as the PIC at station 14.

It leaves for a good distance between Matt on calls, but they often overlap depending on how big the call is.

Today is one of those times and she forgot how much she loves watching Matt in his element. He’s so damn good at his job.

A guy behind the wheel of a car suffered a heart attack and crashed into a group of civilians who were protesting outside an animal shelter.

Luckily, the civilian injuries were mostly minor, but her ambulance was dispatched to help triage. She arrived on scene to find his crew hosing down the vehicle’s engine with a fire extinguisher. Her husband was cutting the driver’s side door with the saw. His control and commanding voice were very hot.

Now, the chaos has wrapped up. Matt was able to extract the victim from the car and load him into the ambulance. The minor injuries on site were all treated, and it really is a miracle that no one ended up dead.

She’s packing up the rig when she catches Matt’s eyes. He grins at her, and she smiles back. She watches him pat his candidate on the back and direct him to do something. Then, he heads her direction.

She’s known Matt for years. He became one of her best friends. She fell in love with him. Hell, she’s even married to him, but he still makes her nervous sometimes. He still has her ducking her head, trying to hide the blush creeping across her cheeks.

She bites her lip, trying to remain professional when he stops in front of the ambulance’s open doors. She feels his eyes on her every movement.

“Captain,” she greets, sparing him a quick glance as she packs away rolls of gauze.

She spots the confusion over her overly professional tone. She’s relatively new in her position and her partner is already a little sexist. If he sees her cuddling up to Matt, he’ll have further evidence that she somehow only got the job because of him.

It’s not true. She had several firehouses in the Portland area begging for her to take the position. She has a pretty impressive reputation. Not that her new red blooded male partner believes that though.

Matt leans against the rig and his expression pinches like he’s in pain. Did he injure himself during the extraction?

Her overly cool demeanor switches at an instant. “Hey, are you okay?”

Matt passes a hand over the back of his neck. “Actually, I’m feeling a bit flushed and my heart is kinda racing.

Oh god.

Sylvie sets down the paramedic bag and closes the space between them. Her fingers fly up to his pulse point and her other hand lands on his arm.

“What do you mean your heart is racing? Are you feeling any pain in your arm? Numbness?” She asks in rapid fire succession to which Matt shakes his head.

She feels his thumping pulse against her fingers but it doesn’t feel fast. In fact, it’s at his normal resting rate. She knows what his pulse feels like, and this isn’t out of the ordinary.

It’s averagely slow. He’s always had a low resting heart rate which pisses her off a bit. Matt’s perfect in every damn way so of course his average is about sixty beats per minute. Hers on the other hand has a much faster average heartbeat. She’s always a bit more wound up than her ridiculously calm husband.

Speaking of calm, he really doesn’t seem that worried. He’s a bit too relaxed for having chest pain.

She’s terrified he’s feeling the precursor symptoms of a heart attack.

“How are you feeling now?” She places her palm on his cool forehead. He’s not warm or clammy. “Does your chest feel tight.”

He shakes his head. “No, it doesn’t.”

Okay, that doesn’t make much sense. It rules out the possibility he’s having a heart attack. He doesn’t have any of the symptoms beside a mysterious racing heart that she hasn’t once detected while monitoring his pulse.

“Okay, your vitals look perfectly normal.”

He nods, resting his hand on her waist. “Hmm.”

He’s acting very strange.

“Does your heart still feel like it’s racing?” She lays her palm on the side of his face.

Matt meets her gaze. The corner of his mouth ticks up. Does he think this is funny?

“Yeah, just a bit.”

She doesn’t understand what could be wrong. His vitals are fine. Maybe she should take him to the hospital just in case? They might be able to diagnose something she’s missing.

She’s busy coming up with a plan to get him to a doctor when he brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, smiling.

Okay, what the hell is happening?

“Matt, what is going on?”

“Well, I guess all this heart racing has to be because of you then.”

She raises an eyebrow.

He winks at her.

This man. She can’t believe he just did that. She presses her lips together, shaking her head.

“Are you hitting on me right now?” She asks.

He nods. “Yeah, most definitely. Not bad, right?”

She wants to tell him how stupid that line was because how dare he worry her like that just for a cheesy pick-up line delivery.

She nudges him. “You had me worried out of my mind! I thought you were about to have a heart attack.”

“I still might if you keep looking this good on a call,” he teases.

She tries to mask the fondness on her face. He scared her but she can’t lie and say these dumb come on moves don’t affect her. He does this all the time and each one, she never sees it coming.

She just didn’t think he’d go this far to flirt with her.

“You are ridiculous,” she chuckles, smacking his shoulder. “How long have you been waiting to use that on me?”

He shrugs. “Since I saw you climb out of the ambulance today. You take my breath away, Casey.”

God, he’s so good.

She grins. “You just called me Casey.”

He nods. “I did. I mean, it is your last name now. I’d call you Brett, but I might get weird looks.”

Screw it. She’s been professional long enough. Sylvie grabs his face and kisses him.

“Mixing business with pleasure now, huh? Who knew a last name could make you such a rule breaker.”

She blushes. “Are you complaining.”

He turns serious, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Would you two wrap it up!” one of the firefighters on Matt’s truck yells. “Save all the foreplay for the bedroom.”

Matt rolls his eyes. “I hate him.”

He doesn’t. He actually really likes the guy, but she gets it. She doesn’t want to say goodbye either.

“I love you,” she says. “Very much and I’ll see you at home.”

Matt kisses her quickly. “I’ll see you at home. Be safe, baby.”

She mock salutes. “Always Captain and right back at you.”

He squeezes her fingers and heads back towards his rig. He stops and turns to her. “I love you too by the way.”

She knows but she can never hear it too many times. She blows him a kiss and then shuts the back of the rig.

She needs to get back to her firehouse too.

[mamamittens]

Chieftess leader Nikia being offered allyship with Whitebeard and it goes about as well as you'd expect.

She doesn't believe him for shit, of course.

Not out of any personal issues with Whitebeard, but the Marines offered more or less the same thing before and look how that turned out. Doesn't matter that Whitebeard is explicitly against any slave trade in his territory, she refuses to put her people in danger by blindly assuming this total stranger has no ill intentions.

And Whitebeard would normally not push it, but we all know he's got a thing for stubbornness, and secretly soft hearted badasses. Especially when they're clearly lacking in parental guidance.

And it's not like he doesn't GET it, either.

(he swears it has nothing to do with the really weird, specialty booze and he's mostly honest about that)

So naturally he sets all his kids to making friends with the inhabitants.

She needs to trust them? Alright, that's fine. They can earn trust just fine!

And the folks living on both islands are pretty prickly and generally don't trust them. The kids are shooed indoors at the first hint of pirate presence. They may take their business, but even casual conversation is like pulling teeth.

And they naturally can't stay for too long, so it takes a few rounds for people to warm up.

Thatch makes good headway just being who he is, but the others are uniquely engaging in their own ways. He's still a bit fixated on Nikia specifically, which Izou scoffs at because, honestly, it figures that he'd be attracted to the most prickly, defensive, "looks like she could kill you and would" person on the island.

Not that Izou can't see a bit of it either. Mostly when she doesn't think any of them can see her.

She's very... Quiet when she's alone. Tired. Usually she's got a few kids begging to preen with her so she'll focus on them, but even then she's so clearly exhausted.

Like she just wasn't made for the pressure of leading but has to anyway.

Izou finds her once, relaxing in a wild hot spring, and immediately offers to leave.

Her eyes are sharper than ever and, despite being naked, Izou has the distinct impression she's no less dangerous. She huffs but otherwise doesn't dissuade him from being in her space so he joins her, keeping a respectful distance.

She doesn't relax once and Izou finds himself feeling... Off about that.

Like he was hoping she would let her guard down. But she didn't. Not for a second and... He realizes that she never has. Not for a long time.

And then he just feels bad for her.

Thatch, of course, completely agrees when asked if he noticed.

It takes about the third or fourth time they finally see her relaxed and it's entirely not her choice.

She got sick. They happened to arrive just in time to see the spin up of conflict between the locals and a different pirate crew. They see her intervene brutally, face flushed yet pale, as she demolishes them with a single flap of her wings.

Whitebeard immediately insists on assisting in treatment, Thatch naturally volunteering to make some soup.

He delivers it to her room, finding her shivering and miserable in her bed. Half delirious with a fever. He's gentle but firm, getting her settled in bed and eating her soup before resting up.

As he turns to leave, he feels a tug.

It's the edge of his sleeve. Barely pinched between her thumb and forefinger. Eyes haze as she looks up at him, seemingly not able to see him, with a soft whine.

Despite being cautious about illness, Thatch stays. Holding her hand the entire time until her fever breaks a few hours later. She wakes to him and Izou beside her bed.

She gifts them her feathers fashioned into quills.

It's only after asking her people that she approaches Whitebeard about expectations.

An agreement is reached.

The next time they swing by, she's still tired but... There's less of an air of heavy stress about her. She's clearly doing a little better now. She smiles, actually smiles, and the boys both reflexively look to the other.

They want to see what other kinds of smiles she hasn't gotten to show the world in a very long time.

[filmdesque]

SMOL SINDAY TIDBITS . ( UPDATED VERSION ! )

001. jonathan is VERY SENSITIVE to touch, especially during sex. it's a bit surprising given the fact that he's so touch-starved, but maybe less so due to him generally being very ticklish too — though when he's in bed with someone, the moment they get an erogenous zone, he's putty in their hands. he'll be reduced to a whining, whimpering mess in no time at all. his most erogenous zones are his neck, his thighs, and his hips.

002. we've already determined that jonathan is a BOTTOM here, but also in general, he likes being ordered around. he's less quick to obey when it comes to some commands over others, but if it's something he needs, then he won't waste time getting to it. however, he is absolutely capable of being dominant with someone, especially if they are more submissive than him and enjoy occupying that role.

003. jonathan is generally very QUIET, but he is absolutely capable of being louder if he's with someone he trusts deeply. he'll usually gasp and whine and breathe really loudly during foreplay, the volume going up a bit if his partner gets a sensitive spot.

004. jonathan considers himself vanilla, but he still has AN ARRAY OF KINKS he'd like to explore, most of which he has little to no experience with. he has a pretty prominent femdom kink, for if he's sexually involved with anyone who presents femininely, he'll not only beg them to do things to him but also become hesitant if requested to be more dominant. he's also interested in light bdsm, sensation play, nipple play, being praised, being humiliated, teasing, overstimulation, handcuffs, being blindfolded, edging, piercing play, body worship, & light choking (but be careful with this one since it reminds him of the upside down; always safe to ask him first as with any kink/kinky activity).

005. jonathan also has quite a pressing UNIFORM KINK, despite also not have any experience with this and being rather embarrassed about it, making him hesitant to bring it up with his sexual partners. he's particularly turned on by cowboy, sheriff, soldier, nurse, and cheerleader uniforms. he also very much digs lingerie on people of any gender.

006. jonathan has had QUITE A FEW sexual fantasies, most if not all of which have been kept completely to himself. they also have more to do with locations and activities than specific individuals. one of them is to have sex in a body of water, particularly in a pool or the bath/shower, a second being to have sex while trapped in a small space with someone, but forced to be quiet because of the activity on the other side of the door, and a third being to experiment with food in the bedroom (he's joked about wanting to turn a past partner into an ice cream sundae before). he also doesn't have a ton of experience with bondage either, so he'd like to do more of that, especially if it involves him being the one to be tied up.

007. jonathan is a MASOCHIST, meaning that he can easily derive sexual pleasure from experiencing discomfort or pain in the bedroom. he prefers to be on the receiving end of any pain or discomfort, most often comfortable with actions such as being lightly slapped, spanked, grabbed, pinched, scratched, or bitten. he is also very much into being marked. he wants the world to know that he's taken.

008. jonathan often tends to be a JEALOUS LOVER, despite trying his damndest not to let it show, at least not out in public. when he's with a partner and they get handsy or seemingly flirty with another person when they're out and about, he'll be subtle about it, maybe linking an arm around their waist or shoulders to pull them close or nuzzle their ear or the top of their head. but behind closed doors, you bet he's going to be kissing them roughly, pulling them in flush against his body so he can nibble at their collarbones or their neck or wherever they're sensitive and/or is generally visible, just to let the rest of the world know that they're taken (all with their consent, of course, and he'll stop right away if they look uncomfortable or tell him to back off). to put it shortly, making him jealous is the surefire way to bring out his more domineering side.

009. despite considering himself pretty vanilla, from time to time jonathan will get curious and will like to try out some of his partners' ideas for the bedroom. this curiosity and excitement about what his partners have planned will tend to escalate to the point where jonathan may even consider himself an EXPERIMENTALIST. he finds it exciting not only to let his partners have most or full control about what goes down in the bedroom, but also to be surprised (not like in an out of nowhere/non-consenusal way) by their ideas or what they may have planned. thankfully, most things have gone pretty well and he's enjoyed most experimentation he's had with partners in the past. it was after all what led to the development/discovery of his handcuff, blindfold, and uniform fetishes/kinks in the first place.

010. as of right now, jonathan has not canonically tried it (and i wish to write a thread where he does try it for the first time sshh), but here's a spoiler alert: he absolutely loves PROSTATE STIMULATION. he loves both giving and receiving it, but mostly receiving. while giving it can give him a sense of power in how he has so much control over his partner's pleasure, jon is very much a bottom and a pillow prince(ss?) so he'd very much rather be the one experiencing the pleasure. he loves that it makes him so needy; all you have to do is scissor your fingers over that bundle of nerves a couple times and he'll be melted like a puddle in your arms, completely at your mercy, whining and begging for more. he also gets off at his partners getting off, so if they like when their partners are needy and submissive and are turned on by the noises their partners make, they're perfect for him. and, as we mentioned, he is also very much a masochist who gets turned on by discomfort, especially if the discomfort is caused by overstimulation.

( to be updated on occasion ccc: )

[animalboy-go-brrrrrrrrrr]

I think I'm gonna try goreposting today

[Though my thick rose tinted glasses that would make your eyes see green from sensory deprivation]

!!!You've been warned!!!

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You still remember the look on his face. The big grin on his face. It was filled with love, but it was also a little cocky. "I can take it." He'd say. Even as his fingers shake. Always trying to be a brave person. The brave person you couldn't help but love with all your heart.

You started out slow. Extremely slow. Starting out with little nips and hickeys on his smooth, slightly cubby stomach that move up his chest before moving back down. Hugging your arms around his waist because he couldn't stop himself from wiggling.

His breathy giggle was music to your ears. Turning your brain to marshmallow fluff.

You'd nuzzling into his front and briefly forget about what you were trying to do. He just had that affect on you. Like he was an angel that needed attention. Attention you desperately spoiled him in.

It took a week before he finally got used to his front getting bitten. But nothing could stop his expression. Still all giddy and fluttery, even as you lovebites started to hurt. Painful little pinches, who's openings you would kiss until his whimper went away.

At first. He could only handle one. One nip with enough pressure to break the skin caught between your teeth. Then one more. And another. Always ending with praises and cuddles as he sniffles and nuzzling into your chest too.

All until his stomach and chest was connected with a deep red surrounded in a flustered pink. Something he'd show off in pride, the boyfriend who could take on anything, do anything, to make you happy.

But it wasn't enough to prepare him for the knife.

He couldn't keep the sob that ripped from his throat. The cold steel nothing like the heat of your lips. You mouth. Your teeth.

He tried to keep you going. "I can take it." Even as his voice wobbled. A tear he tried so hard to keep from falling down his pretty face, flushed yet slightly pale. That same smile that he'd give you, filled with so much love and affection even as it strained to stay on.

You hug him tightly. Burying his head into your chest and kissing the top of his head. Even as he practically begged you to keep going. He was you strong, fearless boyfriend after all. He didn't need to be comforted. You trusted him enough to tell him. He was supposed to be the one that'd make you happy. To make sure you never needed to feel like you were a burden to him.

He needed you to feel how much he loved you.

You tell him that he always has.

After a month of slow, careful progress. A month of you boyfriend trying to encourage you to keep going. Always with that smile on his face. Even through tears you've made sure to let him know were okay.

You could finally see in. It was just a small opening. But the pink that made him so special. His body spasmed as you pressed a feathery, light kiss against it. Feeling it beat against you.

You slowly went down his chest. Kissing more and more of him as that opening widened just as slow. With every inch covered in the affection he deserved for being so amazing, so caring.

You refused to rush it. For his sake. This wasn't meant for you to enjoy. It was meant for him. He needed to be loved. To be kissed and hugged every where you could reach. To be shown just how much he mattered. Inside and out.

You arms slide between the lines inside him. Wrapping around the things those lines protected. The things that keeps him warm. Makes him strong. Allows him to stay by your side.

You hug them softly. Kissing and hugging and nuzzling into every bit of him you could reach.

You couldn't do this forever. You can't make this common. He'll die. Even if he says he can handle it. But you continue anyways. Making sure that to appreciate every bit of of him inside and out.

His hands met your face. Gently wiping the tears that ran down your face, looking at you the same way you look at him. Even as you lower face was painted in crimson.

His heart was fluttering. His voice flowing out of his mouth like it wanted to physically hold you in it's warmth. His teary eyes looking at you like you were the angel in the room.

"I can take it" he said. With that same big grin he'd always looked at you with. Filled with love, and a little bit cocky. Even as his fingers shook. Always trying to be a brave person. The brave person you couldn't help but love with all your heart.

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[If you noticed that quality/vibe of this diving halfway through. In the middle of typing this, I got really sad. So sad I couldn't do anything but lay in bed as my stomach screamed at me to eat something. But I wanted to finish this in one day, so I had to push through it.]

[While this isn't the first time I tried writing. This is the first time I posted something like this. So sorry if it's trash.]

[I dunno if I'll be doing any more goreposting any time soon. Sorry if you want more.]

[Hopefully I'll finish the short SubTop Chilchuck fanfic sometime soon.]

[squippy360]

Hi. Is it alright for incubus reader x stucky nsfw 😊

Steve Rogers x Incubus!Male reader x Bucky Barnes

(CW: Tentacles, overstimulation, piss kink(???), based off this, :D)

"Buck…? Please come to bed." Steve softly called out. Bucky had just come out of the shower and was quietly rummaging around the room to get ready for bed, waking Steve up in the process. "Don't worry, Stevie. I'll be there soon. Give me a minute." Bucky's gruff yet gentle whispered to him. Steve whined and flopped back down. Soon after that, he felt the bed move slightly as Bucky crawled into the bed with Steve. 

Steve smiled and let Bucky lean into his arms. He cuddled him close and petted his hair softly. 

"Good night, My love." Bucky whispered before sleep took us.

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A hand reached out and touched Steve's face, stroking his thumb against his cheek softly. Steven stirred and whined out Bucky's name.

"Wake up, baby~ C'mon, let me see those pretty blue eyes." The voice whispered in Steve's ear. Both males let out a groan and slowly opened their eyes, looking around for the source of the noise. 

"Right here, my pretty little boys~" The deep, sickly sweet voice sent a shiver down their spines like thick honey was being poured down their back.

"M-M/n? What are you doing here? We thought you left to travel for your job?" Bucky mumbled. 

"I'm done already and came back to see my pretty little boys~ I could practically feel your neediness from all the way across the world." You smirked and slowly pulled the blanket down. Their eyes became cloudy and desperate as they squirmed under your gaze. Tentacles slithered out of your back and slowly slithered closer to them, tugging and ripping their clothes off to reveal their flushed body. 

"I know why guys like you tend to specifically ask for me. You’re curious about my talents aren’t you?" You growled deeply at them. They whined as you pinned their arms away from their body. You chuckled at their embarrassment. 

"Aw, don't be shy about it. You want to know what it would feel like to be fucked by several tentacles simultaneously don’t you? We've done it before but not with both of you present." You smirked maliciously as their clocks twitched against their stomach. "Please…!" They whined, embarrassed and red-faced.

"You can say my tongue counts as one of my tentacles… It’s long and slippery like one haha… Mmmf… Oh you want me to slide my tongue down your throat do you? Well who am I to say no to that, hmm?" Your tentacle held Bucky's face as you roughly kissed him back, your tongue fucking his throat as he squirmed and moaned. "Oof you’re choking on it a bit. Surely you can take it further than that can’t you? Mmm your tight little throat is spasming around my tongue… That feels so good." You groaned in his ear. 

Steve watched with wide eyes as the tentacles groped and stroked his most sensitive spots. He let out a high pitched moan as the tentacles brushed over his nipples. "Oh- M/n! Don't…ngh…pinch them! They're too sensitive- M/n!" Steve moaned mindlessly. You teased Bucky with your tongue, your hands moving down to his pecs and squeezing them. You pulled away from the kiss, smirking at the man's red face. 

"Please! Put it in already! I can't…" Bucky begged, his pleas slowly defending into desperate sobs as the tentacles edged him further. "Such pretty little pets~" You spoke, pulling them further into your lustful trance. 

"Since you've been so good, I'll be sure to fuck you til you pass out~" You grinned and the tentacles quickly made their way south and penetrated both of their bodies. 

They arch their backs simultaneously and cried out, their cheeks tear-stained and wet. "YES! YES!" They sobbed loudly. You kicked your pants off and pulled Steve's hips close to you. You gripped the back of his thighs and pushed your cock in with the tentacles. "Oh fuck…" You groaned.  

Steve's eyes rolled back and more pleasure tears ran down his face. "M/n~ M/n~ M/n- Mph!" Steve moaned out before a tentacle was forced down his throat. He sucked on it softly as it moved in and out of his mouth. Bucky released auffled yelp as he was lifted off the ground by the tentacles and suspended in the air. 

He was fully exposed and vulnerable as the tentacles buried themselves deeper into Bucky's insides. Tentacle suckers wrapped themselves around his nipples and cock, shocking softly. "OHHHHHHH NNNNGHHHH!" Bucky cried out and came. You licked your lips. "So fucking tasty." You grinned and rammed harder into Steve. His tummy was covered in cum and other liquids he couldn't hold. Tears dampened the sheets under both of them. Nothing but whimpers and whines escaped Steve's lips. "N-No…can't…no more…" He cried desperately. 

His eyes rolled back a final time as he shuddered and dry orgasmed before passing out. Bucky moaned helplessly, begging to be let go. You gently placed him on the bed and removed all the tentacles and pulled out of Steve. They both curled up into each other, sweaty and tired. You cooed at them softly and quickly cleaned them up with a rag before snapping my fingers to change the sheets under them. 

You curled up to both of them, not tired enough to sleep and instead just settled on petting their hair and holding them comfortably close. 

(Next up: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-)