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nipplepumppig · 5 months
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party pin and play with me you big roided beast
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short-honey-badger · 4 months
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Phantom Pain Part 7
At the Helm
Got another one out! Hope you enjoy it!
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Warnings! Some light petty and nipple play. The reader is inexperienced.
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Shanks takes you straight to his cabin when the two of you return to the Red Force. He gives you a shirt and some loose pants to change into and you happily take his offer of using his bathroom first. You come back out to find that Shanks has changed as well, into some pants and little else. You gulp at his lack of dress but crawl into the big bed anyway. You aren't inside the captain's rooms often, since the man is usually the one to come find you in your own room, but you can't deny that Shanks' space is already more comfortable than your own. 
The Captain watches you, eyes half-lidded and intense as you sit next to his spread-out form on the bed. He has wanted you here since the night he met you, and as much as he would love to show you just how much you affect him, how much you make him long to be close. This is about you, not him and his dark desires. He opens his arm for you and you shyly tuck yourself against his chest and he wraps his arm around you, caloused hand playing with the waistband of your pants. 
"Comfy?" Shanks asks as he curls his arm tighter around you. You nod and snuggle into his side, blush on your cheeks when you feel his lips pull up into a smile with how he has his face pressed so close to yours, "That's good, Seastar. That's the most important thing here."
You swallow thickly and frown a bit. While you appreciate his efforts, you don't want this to be so one-sided. You wanted to be pushed, to be introduced to new things. You don't want him to think that you can't handle what he wants from you, even if the bits you have seen of his desire still scare you a little. But you couldn't avoid it forever, and you didn't want to anymore either.
"Can we try something?" You ask him quietly and shift so that you can see his face. Shanks is a very expressive man, and you've come to enjoy watching your soulmate. You see him swallow and your eyes track the movement of his throat. 
"Whatcha thinking, Sweetheart?" he murmurs and you shiver when the pads of his fingers graze your sensitive flesh. You watch his pupils dilate when you suck in a sharp breath as he begins to draw small circles along your skin. 
"I want you to touch me," You blurt out and Shanks breaths sharply through his nose at your admission, "I know you don't want to make me uncomfortable, and I appreciate that, but I don't want to be fumbling around anymore. I want to know what it feels like for you to touch me." 
"Fuck," Shanks rumbles and his hand tightens on your hip. The touch is possessive, harsher than how he usually would handle you as if you've woken a monster that will be hard-pressed to go back to sleep. Shanks rolls the two of you and your back is pushed into the fluffy pillows. He hovers over you, breath heavy as he fights to control the impulse to take, take, take. 
"Gimmie a safe word, _," Shanks demands, and gods, the way he says your name has you whining like a bitch in heat. Shanks leans in, lips pressing to your throat before he opens his mouth to lave his tongue along your flesh. He groans in happiness, finally able to taste you even in the simplest ways. He shifts to rest on his knees and then grabs the edge of your shirt and rucks it up to expose your stomach. He leans down to kiss your belly, grinning when he feels you shiver, "Quick, Baby, times ticking."
"Ahh, Saki," You decide when your eyes land on the innocent bottle resting on the end table. The Yonko snickers at your choice of word, but he has his safe word now and commits it to memory. 
"I'll stop as soon as I hear you say it, Sweetheart, You're at the helm here," Shanks rumbles and peeks up through his bangs to watch you. He needs you to agree before he does anything, but you are already nodding before he can even finish his sentence. He grins, hand staking up to hold the curve of your jaw, "Good girl," he praises and you flush even more.
Shit. You did not think that something like that would affect you so much. You squirm under Shanks, shivering when he leans down to continue to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach. The pirate leaves nothing untouched, and you feel that unfamiliar heat build in your gut. He moves up, breathe tickling your ribs, and making a whine build low in your throat. No one has ever touched you like this before.
"Sit up for me, Baby," Shanks instructs and you do so in a daze. Your soulmate bunches his oversized shirt up and goes to lift it over your head. Nerves shoot through you at the action, and you realize that this will be the first time Shanks will have seen you bare, and fuck. What if he doesn't like what he sees?
You don't want to disappoint him though, so you carefully sit up, and then Shanks is tugging your shirt off and flinging it away before you can even think about protesting. The cool air of the cabin has you shivering and raising your arms instinctively to cover yourself, but Shanks is there, gently pushing you back into the bed and looming over you. The look on his face has you biting your lip and looking away.
The Yonko looks hungry for you. His dark eyes shine black in the low light as he gazes down at you. It is then that your soulmate decides to let the walls holding back his desire for you fall, and you can't even begin to describe the feeling of it. His want sweeps through your body like a raging fire, leaving you squirming against the blankets and shyly reaching for the redhead. 
"Shanks, please," you whisper and your voice seems to have set him off. 
The Captain crashes into you, lips melding against yours as if they were made to be there, which they were. He balances on his knees and allows his hand to roam freely. He gently strokes your jaw, fingers trailing down your throat and then to your chest where he gently cradles your breast in his caloused hand. You sigh into the kiss, and he breaks the lip lock to grin down at you. 
"So proud of you, Seastar. Letting me touch you like this," Shanks coos and emphasizes his words by applying more pressure in his embrace, and the touch has you biting your lip. The sounds you were making were just so embarrassing. 
Shanks chuckles at seeing you hold in the lovely sounds he had you making. He wants to watch you break, shatter into millions of pieces under him as he shows you just what kind of ecstasy he can deliver. He dances his fingers up, grinning smugly when the pad of his thumb grazes over your nipple and you buck under him at the unexpected zing of pleasure. 
"Did you like that, Sweetheart?" Shanks asks and you know by the tone of his voice that he expects an answer out of you. You crack your eyes open, and hell when had you even shut them, to lock eyes with your soul mate. You twitch when he thumbs your nipple again and narrows your eyes in a glare at his smug little face.
"I liked it," you say quietly, but thankfully, that was enough for the Captain for he grinned, and you were rewarded with a sweet peck on the lips. 
"Good. That's what I like to hear," Shanks says and then he bends, lips meeting the sensitive flesh of your throat so that he can mark you just like how he has been dreaming of doing since he found you in that shitty tavern on that forgettable island. He closes his thumb and forefinger around your abused bud, pinching it gently and then rolling it between his fingers. You hiss at the feeling, hips jerking up to meet his for a half second. 
Shanks doesn't stop until he has left more than a few dark marks against your skin, and he grins in satisfaction upon seeing them. Sure, no one on the crew would dare even think about touching you, but anyone else on the island would definitely think twice about approaching you. No one ever denied that Shanks was a selfish, possessive bastard. You were gonna be pissed later when you saw them.
Well, there was still plenty of skin that he wanted to cover. 
Down he went, leaving behind hot open-mouth kisses to your chest until he reached your unoccupied breast, and proceeded to lull his tongue out and scrape it over your nipple. You whine for him, so Shanks does it again, swirling the tip of his tongue against the nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly. His teeth join the fray, nipping lightly and he grunts when you slide one of your hands into his shaggy hair. You grip the red stands tight, nails scraping against his scalp and making him sigh.
Shanks releases your nipple, rising and kissing his way across the valley of your breasts and then sucking your other nub into his mouth. You wiggle below him, shoving your chest up, and seeking more of the heady rapture that your soul mate happily gave to you. You could feel it over the bond, and it enhanced everything between you and the Yonko.    
The connection between the two of you flows freely. Open like the crashing ocean that Shanks and his soulmate have made their home. You feel at ease, safe between Shanks and his bed. He begins to ease up when he feels you start to relax back into the plush sheets and cozy pillows. He releases your nipple, leaving the abused flesh with a parting kiss. The Captain shifts to the side and pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucking you to his chest and snuggling close. 
"Shanks?" You ask, eyes half open as you stare up at him. There is a soft look on his face, one that you have seen a lot more often nowadays. Your sluggish mind melts further and you smile as you snuggle into his side. 
"You're exhausted, Sweetheart," He soothes you with a kiss on the brow and pulls the blankets closer to the two of you. They would go no further tonight, but Shanks was satisfied in knowing that you were far more open to his affections, "Go to sleep, I've got you." 
You mumble some type of answer and drift off easily. Shanks isn't far behind his best girl, and he presses his lips to your brow one last time before he shuts his eyes. He'd need to be up early to face your wrath after all.        
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hottumb · 6 months
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magmakitty · 5 months
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sneaky laptop pic taken in front of my living room window :3
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game-of-kinks · 1 year
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Pince-note - Toutes les cartes sont dispo sur @tire-une-carte Bon jeu !
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native-secret · 2 months
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Who wants to put something in my mouth to keep me from biting my lip???🫦🍆🤭🤫
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genderf4g · 4 months
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my boytits are cold... anyone have a nice warm mouth i could use?
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hisuainturo · 4 months
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2.2 - PRIMO NO QUARTINHO - PARTE 2
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...Eu estava em choque.
Primeiro pq eu estava de joelhos na frente da porta com o pau todo melado na mão, segundo porque ele estava em pé na porta, com o pau grosso duro bem na altura dos meus olhos.
Foi difícil, mais depois de alguns segundos consegui levantar o meu olhar para o rosto dele e, para minha surpresa, ele estava sorrindo. Seu olhos fixos nos meus e um sorriso safado alcoolizado no rosto. Nos encaramos no silêncio, minha cabeça a mil mas o corpo feito pedra no chão.
Ainda fixo no meu rosto, ele tirou a mão da maçaneta e segurou o pau balançando ele a alguns milímetros do meu rosto. De fato era bem grosso, corpulento e pesado assim como o dono. Um corpo veiudo com a pele grossa deixando apenas a ponta da glande rosada e brilhante a amostra. O corpo dele era todo peludo mas bem aparado, de forma que criava uma cobertura negra, selvagem e masculina descendo do peito para a virilha e seguia pelas pernas grossas.
Ele colocou a mão livre na minha cabeça e foi me aproximando do seu corpo. Puxou a pele do pau revelando a cabeça grande e rosa do pau e a colocou na minha boca como um pirulito.
Naquele momento, meu coração que já estava disparado quase pulou pra fora do peito. Só a cabeça do pau dele já ocupava quase toda a minha boca. Estava quente e bem dura. Ele também estava estourando de tesão. Lambi aquela cabeça gostosa saboreando tudo de olhos fechados e ouvindo sua respiração ofegante. Eu queria mais! Tentei abocanhar mais daquele pau mas ele o tirou da minha boca. Colocou a mão no meu queixo e me puxou pra cima me forçando a ficar de pé.
O sorriso safado ainda estava fixo em seu rosto e ele foi direcionando minha cabeça em direção ao seu peito. Outro sonho se realizando. Quanto tempo eu tinha esperado pra abocanhar aquele peitoral peludo de macho.
Cai de boca com vontade e ele gemeu a cada lambida que eu dava. Senti a textura de cada centímetro daquele peito e daqueles pelos com os lábios e a língua. A mão dele ainda estava na minha cabeça me forçando mais ainda contra seu corpo. Ele flexionou o braço livre e direcionou minha boca pro seu bíceps. Abocanhei aquele músculo duro como se quisesse engolir de uma vez. Ele soltava e flexionava o músculo na minha boca enquanto suspirava no mesmo ritmo.
Enquanto estávamos neste movimento, ele foi nos direcionando em direção a minha cama. Quando senti que tinhamos alcançado o colchão onde Gustavo dormia, ele soltou minha cabeça e forçou meu corpo pra baixo de forma que eu ficasse sentado no colchão.
Meu primo esfregou o pau molhado na minha cara e sussurrou "Agora chupa tudo, safado." Abocanhei aquele pauzão todo dessa vez. Quase engasguei mas consegui. As duas mãos dele estavam na minha nuca forçando ainda mais as estocadas na minha garganta. Deixei minhas mãos passearem em sua perna e sua bunda. Redondinha, dura e peluda. As nádegas firmes flexionadas enquanto ele fodia minha boca. Minha vontade era de abocanhar elas também.
Eu e ele estávamos curtindo muito o momento. Meu pau e o dele estavam pulsando. Minhas mãos ainda estavam explorando seu corpo. Agora uma estava no saco e outra subindo pro peito. Senti que seu corpo ficou todo rígido no momento em que pincei seu mamilo com meus dedos e acariciei seu saco. Ele estocou mais fundo e deu uma gemida gostosa. Eu amei aquilo. Continuei brincando com o mamilo enquanto permiti que meus dedos brincassem na área do períneo, entre o saco e o ânus dele. O resultado foi mais gemidos e a velocidade das estocadas mais rápidas. Senti uma eletricidade passar pelo meu corpo dando prazer àquele homem todo.
Intensifiquei a brincadeira mas então ele começou a tentar afastar minhas mãos do seu corpo dizendo ofegante "para caralho! Para! Chega! Vou gozar porra!!!! " Mas antes que conseguisse tirar o pau da minha boca eu senti aquilo tudo pulsar então ele meteu fundo na minha garganta e disse "agora engole tudo então, viado".
Eu estava engasgando e ele jorrando leite quente direto na minha garganta. Não consegui nem sentir o gosto de tão fundo que foi. Ele teve mais alguns espasmos de orgasmo, e se largou em cima de mim, com os braços apoiados na minha cama e a cabeça no meu ombro.
Gustavo estava largado, suado e ofegante. Seu hálito com cheiro de álcool me causava arrepios soprando quente no meu pescoço e ele disse ainda tentando recobrar o fôlego: "eu ia… encher… o teu cu de leite… vou ter que te comer … até gozar de novo…humpf"
CARALHO! Ele tinha acabado de gozar e queria MAIS! Fiquei todo arrepiado… ele levantou sorrindo. Passou o pau melado e meia bomba na meu rosto, virou, entrou no banheiro e fechou a porta.
Eu fiquei lá largado ainda sem saber o que fazer ouvindo o som do chuveiro ligado.
Eu mamei meu primo…
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hottumb · 5 months
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ttpiercedleather · 8 months
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OXBALLS Nipple Suckers "Bubbles Maxx".
The best you can get.
Bessere Nippelsauger wirst Du nicht finden.
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👍
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Every Wednesday night, Thomas logged onto his computer by habit. Opening a video chat app, he clicked on the link to a meeting that had already been setup. Instantly his image appeared in his house, shirtless and hairy, the only one present. He sat there silently waiting, feeling his thoughts begin to empty.
He never knew when it had started, but he had been doing it now for every week he could remember. There must have been a time before these calls when he hadn't logged in every Wednesday, but those seemed imaginary, almost like he had been a completely different person.
His gaze focused on himself with nothing else to capture his attention. He knew it was himself pictured in the screen, but at the same time the man was a stranger.
He studied the smooth balding head before bringing his attention to the dense grey beard consuming his lower face. The man was heavy in the right areas. He had thick arms and a thick chest, but they were soft. His pecs spilling out under his shoulders atop a pillow of his belly, his arms heavy weights pressing in on them. It was as if muscles had been replaced with cushiony fat.
Thomas felt trapped in this body, stuck with habits he couldn't seem to get rid of. His diet was definitely something else, eating more than he needed. Completely forgetting to shave. His thoughts seemed to grow slower every week, forcing him to quit his desk job and move to security, stuck sittin on his ass all day eating and nothing else.
Suddenly, a voice broke out of the speakers, a voice that he instantly recognized despite never remembering. It was the stranger from the previous weeks. “Good evening, Daddy bear”
As if shocked, his body sat up straight, eyes straight, and memories came flooding back with the trigger as a wave of exhaustion swept over him, swiping his thoughts away. His eyes lifted to the screen, unable to focus, unable to do anything but listen to words he could never remember. Words that made him forget to shave. Words that made him pay no notice of his abundant body hair. Words that made him grow fatter each week, weaker, compliant. Soft round tits sitting atop a rotund complacent gut. Each week, becoming a more submissive daddy bear.
As the voice spoke, Thomas felt his mind forgetting himself, changing to accommodate each order.
The voice then commanded him to rub his nipples, and before he knew it his hands were on them. The simple touch was static, his hands following the order on their own, rubbing and squeezing, pulling pleasure from his body. As the fingers continued to knead he felt his head flood with endorphins, overwhelming any rational thoughts, shutting down to the chemicals. He felt himself getting closer and closer, his body beginning to quiver when his eyes rolled back as he arched his back, the orgasm hitting without warning.
Thomas’s mind slowly came back, confused and in a daze sitting in front of a blank screen, with no memory of the nights events. His cheeks flushed as he felt a warmth between his legs, and he knew he had cum. He had no idea how it happened, every Wednesday sitting in front of his computer, but he knew he was done for now. Somehow deep down he knew he'd be sitting back here next Wednesday.
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